Chapter 148 – The Sexo Festival (3)
What’s the first thing that comes to your mind when it comes to Brazilian samba festivals? Wouldn’t it be the first thing that comes to mind of a parade of beauties wearing colorful feather decorations?
There are many types of festivals, but above all, what can leave the deepest impression at a festival is the parade, which is the most magnificent and splendid spectacle.
There is nothing that catches people’s attention like a parade that gathers the personality of the festival as an extract. Needless to say, if the head of the parade is occupied by the country’s symbol, the king.
The king’s procession, which was a spectacle in itself, was combined with the festival’s attractions, and people who enjoyed the festival, both foreign and domestic, flocked to the parade car like doctor fish rushing to the dead skin cells.
The parade car was, of course, not a trivial ordinary car. In a special vehicle made by remodeling a large truck or van, the body parts of women who charm men were burned.
Two voluptuous hills, firm hips and sleek legs attached to them. In addition, some vehicles had attractive female faces embossed on them.
It was already closer to surrealist art than it was, but people were enthusiastic. As people’s sense of aesthetics is affected by the atmosphere, even a little bizarreness can change its name to mystery and sophistication in the face of heat that rises above a certain level.
Standing at the forefront of surrealism was the mound of a woman raising her legs toward the sky.
The detailed sculpture of a woman’s cunt seemed to inform the body of the fundamental nature of this parade.
Right on that mound stood the queen. The audience went wild. She waved her hand as she cheered enthusiastically to the ruler of Laputa, who had turned this country into a castle paradise that was second to none in the world.
A king deserves to be loved by the people, but the people of Laputa and foreigners alike thought that there would be only one king in the world who would be welcomed like this by foreigners, except for Roselia.
Standing beside such a queen was a young man in his twenties. Of course, the man standing proudly where his wife should have been was not Roselia’s husband. Since there is a difference starting from race, there is no way to get confused.
However, the man’s appearance was more confident than Roselia’s husband. The sight of Roselia holding her ass tight with one hand and holding her cock stiffly in front of her is unmanly.
Secretly in Laputa, the perception was spreading that the bigger the cock, the better the man, the more handsome he was, but based on that standard, he was a great male more suitable for a queen than anyone else.
Standing next to such a handsome male, Roselia also boasted a female proportion that was perfect for being a cockhouse for a brilliant young male.
The stiff, bloodshot nipples could be seen from afar, and the flowing cunt juice leaked through the crotch and glistened in the sunlight.
The best males and females of Laputa were occupying the parade. And it was a very nice thing.
“Queen! Please look here!”
“God, protect the queen!”
The people were overcome by some kind of impulse and shouted that. The boiling atmosphere and the nature of being in a crowd made people shout like that.
The queen exclaimed as she deftly accepted the people’s response, befitting a descendant of her noble lineage.
“Thank you, Laputa’s fireworks!”
At the sound of comparing the citizens to fireworks, the people really danced like sparks and paid tribute to the queen.
The Queen’s eyes grew cold at the reaction of her people. She has always wanted her people to live a better life, so this kind of hot energy was not so welcome.
“Thank you everyone. Thank you very much. It is very difficult to overcome the inertia of the times that have become hardened and to reinterpret and settle unfamiliar yet old traditions. It is all thanks to all of you that the difficult work was able to blossom today. As Queen, I will never forget this day!”
To the words she shouted with her chin trembling slightly, the citizens responded with even hotter voices.
All this praises the Queen by saying that it was her Queen’s bravery.
A beautiful image of the ruling class and the ruled class giving glory to each other.
This may be the ultimate beauty of monarchy.
While Roselia was obsessed with its beauty, she did not neglect to elevate it to a higher level.
“And I would like to give the honor to the recommender of Ona Hall Specialized High School, who has been of decisive help in making Laputa what it is today. Without this person, Laputa would never have turned into a prostitute nation! Everyone, give back the honor to the recommenders!”
The cheers of the citizens grew stronger. In fact, many of them didn’t even know what Onago’s recommender was, but that didn’t matter at all. The important thing for them was to dissolve their selves in this heat and become one.
The recommender was relatively accustomed to receiving cheers, but felt a certain emotion that it was a national unit. A long time ago, it was absolutely impossible until I picked up a cell phone.
The recommender thought he should show something for the enthusiastic people. Something that could fuel that passion even more.
The recommender slapped the queen’s butt. As if that had been her switch, Rogelia, squeezing the juice from her crotch, stuck her ass towards her recommender with her whore-like smile, opening her cunt with her hand.
This moment when the queen, who should be the noblest of beings, is in her most whorelike form. It was the moment when Laputa’s identity was better known to the world.
The recommender grabbed the queen’s ass tightly and began fucking her cock roughly.
Phut! Phut! Phut! Phut!
The momentum was so intense that I wondered if a rough rupture sound could be heard far away.
People cheered even louder. And that passion couldn’t be expressed just by screaming.
“Kyaaang♥”
A man attacked the woman next to him and tried to rape her. She made a shrieking noise and tried to push her man away, but she wasn’t sincere at all, as you can see from the force.
Once someone starts opening the door, the next one is easy. Until then, people who enjoyed the festival relatively rationally wanted to connect with each other physically as well as in spirit and atmosphere. As the simplest answer to that, people started having sex as if they were a lump.
The streets of Laputa had become a place of thoroughly unrestrained orgies.
Laputa had already absorbed orgies as a kind of entertainment culture a long time ago, but this was the first time it had been held on a scale of hundreds or thousands in the middle of the street.
Any scholar who wants to write a book on the history of sex might record the material with tears in his eyes at this historical sight. That is, if the scholar himself had not been swept away by this wave.
The parade has stopped. All movements were stopped except for local movements to switch partners. From a distance, Laputa even looked like a caterpillar doing nothing but wriggling.
An orgy country beyond a whore country. That was Laputa. This is an extreme liberation that has never been shown even in Korea.
As the recommender looked down on it all from the highest point, he felt an unknown elation spread to himself.
“This is why dictators gather people and stand on top of them.”
A recommender who had no interest in political domination, but at least somehow felt like he knew why he was pursuing it.
The voices of the females under his real dominance came from behind him.
“Oh my gosh. Treat me You’re taking over your master’s cock all by yourself. Please give us a chance to serve the Master.”
“Right, brother. Since coming to Laputa, we’ve barely had a cock. Wouldn’t it be a bit strange to just give the toilet a differential like this?”
“Yes, son. Her mother tried to hold it in as much as possible, but it seems like she can’t help but feel cold in her pussy.”
Exclusive toilet bowls start begging while dripping juice from their pussy.
Certainly, since he came to Laputa, he started paying less attention to him, so it wouldn’t be too strange for him to come out like this.
“Hmm. As the owner, it is also a bit of a pity to neglect the toilets too much.”
The recommender looked down at the wriggling orgy itself, almost in unison. And he himself decided to become one of those lumps.
It was the completion of a true orgy.
