Chapter 211 – Episode 211: Electric Sheep in a Dream 2
Humans were indeed cunning animals.
Right now it’s an elf and a dreamer, but anyway, let’s move on to the trivial things.
Like a drunken ramble, they make a mess with drunkenness
What if the target was a cute elf girl rather than a black boy?
How can I, who was a selfish person because everything in the world bothers me, become so altruistic?
I don’t get angry at a cotton bat punch that knocks me over the head while swinging it.
“Because of that!”
“Yes, yes, so?”
“I went to the jewel grape farm in the southeast, and there was a tractor, so the ginseng wine was fine, but the snake wine was very scary~”
To think that she, who always tried to show the image of a grown-up older sister, was so relaxed.
She clings to her like a bored cat and releases what she’s been through today into her midgut heating.
It’s a look that makes you regret that you should have drunk alcohol instead of tea while being together.
To summarize the story, I usually don’t drink much.
I heard a good story about Yakju from a man and drank a glass to present to me.
It seems like the story of a person who lost control and tasted all the alcohol that came up as an offering.
… Maybe?
I don’t understand the sentence that the wasp and the hemp root had a snowball fight with the tractor in Nobong’s Ark.
If you guessed the fragmentary words scattered by Jung-gu Heating, it was roughly like that.
Looking at the vine of the world tree that quietly stretches out and puts down the bottle, I think my guess is correct.
“What kind of alcohol do you drink so much?”
Hehe—even if you look at it like this, I’m a mess in the agricultural area of the eastern continent, right?”
The number of bottles brought by the vine is greater than expected.
Some come with fancy labels and some come in clunky glass bottles.
What they have in common is a slightly reduced amount, as if they drank one sip or one cup.
At least 20 bottles have passed, but the vines show no signs of stopping.
Even if you drink this one sip, you can go over 5 bottles of soju.
But is the body created by the magic of the constellation intoxicated with just that much?
The stupid idea of ― evaporated as soon as she opened the lid of the golden vial.
It can be seen as my fault for not being able to think of only beer and soju when I think of alcohol.
“Ugh?!”
“Hehe, this is the emperor honey wine sent by a beekeeper in the northeast, and it was the most delicious.”
Let’s pull out the cork from the glass bottle using a vine! And a cheerful sound is heard.
Along with that, the strong scent of alcohol piercing her nose.
It smells sweet, but it feels like holding an alcohol lamp under your nose.
“This, the degree?”
“Huh? I hadn’t heard of that… They say it’s mild and sweet, so men like it.”
Holding her bottle her, I took it from her as she pressed the top of her head against her forearm her.
A brilliant golden color filled with a transparent glass bottle, an antique hexagonal logo with a honeycomb motif,
And under the logo, the letters nicely embedded, ABV 40%.
I wondered if 40 degrees was good for men to eat, but I thought so because I was talking to a Constellation.
More important than that is that it is a mild drink rather than a sweet drink for men.
If 40% is the mildest alcohol, what the hell are those dark guys over there… ?
“Come on, take a bite.”
“Oops, okay, okay!”
A gigantic tree that does not wither and does what it is supposed to do despite my worries.
Caught in his arms her, he starts pushing the snout of the bottle instead of his face her.
Then he was staring at my face from below as I was holding the bottle.
His bright eyes full of anticipation like a child right before opening a gift box.
Her face her rubbing her cheek her against her thigh and looking up was enough to push the man on the back her.
It seems like an exaggeration to say that I’m only prepared to drink alcohol… Is it really going to end with one bottle?
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Cheonnyeoncho soaked wine that makes your stomach feel hot just by drinking it.
As soon as I opened the mouth of the bottle, Nobong’s Ark made me shed tears.
The red and white twin-headed sandbar that was opened after a snake wriggled in the bottle and lost it once with magic.
Fist-sized wasps, two-headed poisonous snakes, and even poisonous plants that cannot be touched with bare hands.
Gradually, it was an ingredient for alcohol that went beyond yakju and poisonous liquor and went to gross food, but one thing was certain.
‘Fuck, isn’t this just an aphrodisiac?’
Farmers introduced it as a drink that is good for stamina, not a drink that is good for health.
I thought he was drunk and talking gibberish, but instead, only that part was correct.
“Hey, you’ve grown up.”
With just one sip, the energy heats up from your mouth to your stomach and makes you sweat on your forehead.
At this level, I wondered if it was not alcohol made with herbs, but alcohol mixed with stamina.
It’s not a joke, it’s a level where you can feel the thighs getting hot because the lower balls have become heavy.
In addition to that, I couldn’t help but stand as my cheek pressed against my thigh.
“By any chance, these drinks are incarnate?”
“Huh? Of course~ I got it because the incarnation that signed the contract with me soaked it.”
Somehow the effect was overdone, so maybe it was because of her incarnations of her.
Her incarnation her must have been a farmer and … Wasn’t that a druid?
No matter how you think about it, it doesn’t look like farmers’ hand-brewed liquor, but a special stamina potion carefully crafted by druids.
“You look uncomfortable… , Can I make you comfortable?”
“Who, sister?”
As soon as she took the glaring drink into her mouth, she felt her hair her stand up.
Not because of the strong alcohol, but because of the grip that grips the bottom.
A man in the world was subdued by a drunken man with two eggs
Can I keep my composure like this is not a big deal?
At that point, even if a knife goes into your throat, you will be at peace.
Even the lion, the king of animals, is overpowered by a lioness…!
“Huh, it’s amazing every time I see it.”
What’s nice though is that she’s been honest with her desires her in her drunkenness her.
It’s not like I’m trying to lead as an older sister and have a healthy couple’s sex.
First of all, the way he handles my cock according to his desires his is the most disgusting thing.
With a smirk and a unique alleyway leader smile
The appearance of playing with things that have been firmly servered.
Because that figure was more suited to the word goblin than an elf girl.
The thing that worries me a little is that I fall asleep with my things in my hands.
However, the body of the Constellation, the elf by the World Tree, would not be defeated by just that much.
Even if you get a little too drunk and get drunk and the film cuts, you won’t collapse.
“Hey, hey, does it feel better to do it like this?”
“Uh, that’s…?!”
I looked around the garden full of wine bottles and the world tree for a while.
Startled at her cold, unfamiliar touch her, he looked down at her.
A liquid with a sweet smell that I don’t know where it came from.
It was a clear, sticky guy that looked like honey or syrup.
She was furious at the thought of playing with food for a moment.
The life of Apocalypse was deeply engraved than I thought.
Still, because of the way she smiles and licks the syrup that has been spread on her face.
Although all the anger that soared in an instant turned into lust.
‘It’s transparent when wet…’
Isn’t there a saying that covering up is more erotic than taking off everything?
The pure white elves’ traditional outfits are soaked in syrup and alcohol, making them eye candy.
After rubbing the cold syrup on the skin a few times,
As if it was a hot hot pack, keep the lower part hot.
I lowered my head once again at the strange feeling of the sticky yet cool heat.
It’s because something that I can’t figure out even if I’m dreaming of a constellation has been smeared on my genitals by a drunken person.
What’s reassuring is that she’s putting her lotion on her bare hands.
“Ah… Sweet smell.”
I was so excited that I applied it, and then I suddenly punched her in the nose.
Acting ignorant of having sticky syrup on your face.
Her reddened cheeks were pressed here and there by her hardened glans of her.
As if painting paint on drawing paper with a brush, he transfers the syrup to her face her and applies it.
The syrup that runs down your cheeks and towards the corners of your mouth and the little tongue that steals it.
If I could continue to endure in this situation, wouldn’t it be a stone statue instead of a man?
“Sister, please.”
“Ummm, what?”
However, it seems that he was resentful of my request, and he seems to be avoiding as much as his lips of hers.
It feels good to rub the glans on the soft cheeks and the bridge of the nose while wet with sticky syrup
I don’t feel the pleasure intense enough to ejaculate.
But it’s a bit like grabbing a drunk person’s hair and stabbing him in the throat.
So instead of moving my back, I lifted my hips and lay on my side.
Toward her thighs that were soaked in something I don’t know if it was the spilled alcohol or some other liquid.
“Certainly, it’s sweet.”
“Huh! You, you?!”
Rather than covering it, I bit the wet piece of cloth with my lips.
You can feel the heat and humidity beyond the sticky feeling.
Hey, he’s a guy whose body gets hot just by applying it.
It was her rubbing it on her face and inhaling it.
I, who simply rubbed my genitals, became so aroused.
What would have happened to her who licked and even ingested her while drunk?
“This guy, hey-“
Still, I didn’t know that she would bite her mouth her full of sympathy.
