Chapter 212 – Episode 212: Electric Sheep in a Dream 3
A giant tree that never withers is entrusted with shepherding the electric sheep.
She’s the eldest daughter who took care of the remaining children in the World Tree.
Wouldn’t it be possible to take good care of a robot that asks questions like a child?
Well, that’s what I was thinking… It doesn’t matter now.
“Yes, yes, yes…”
An elf girl who hiccups cutely because of the alcohol energy and pleasure her.
A translucent white cloth soaked in sticky liquid, showing through the inner flesh.
In this situation, I gave up my desire for the cause.
He did not have a firm and strong will.
Especially if I hiccup and gasp for breath without letting my stuff out of my mouth.
“Huh, really~ It’s too big!”
Instead of syrup, she spit out my saliva-glazed penis.
The other incarnations have a hard time, but her face is much smaller, so it must be harder.
Even if licking and biting the glans are possible
It’s clear that deep swallowing is impossible with that slender neck.
“Oh, and it’s so sticky.”
“Your sister put it on…”
Did the intoxication not go away, or did the syrup raise the fever?
Wriggling like a caterpillar, she comes up, rubbing her body her.
Thanks to that, the sticky wet clothes soak my clothes.
The body of an elf boy and my clothes have also changed to traditional elven clothes.
As her pure white clothes her get wet, her drunken eyes her become dark.
Women’s breasts even protruded convexly, what on earth do they feel about flat men’s breasts?
‘But is this okay? ?’
Drunk and insidious, he touches her breasts her, which he does n’t even have palms on.
If I try to rub my palms wide open, is there anything I can catch?
But I wonder if that’s a good thing, while rubbing my chest round and round
I was worried about more and more sweat coming out.
It’s hot – I thought it would stop at about 0.
Sweat started from the roots of my hair and ran down my forehead to my eyelids.
At this point, it’s not like a patch, but it’s at the level of sweating out in a sauna somewhere.
“Sister, can you tell me what you put on?”
“Uh, World Tree Sap Potion?”
“To?”
Why would you put something like that on someone else’s dick?
I almost spit out words that caught my attention unconsciously, but
I was able to stop in time because of her sneakily moving her body her and inserting it through her nose her.
Her flesh was much hotter and sticky than usual.
I don’t know exactly what effect the potion made from the sap of the world tree has.
As for the elves, you know that it fills up energy and makes it overflow.
In my mind, until all the heat that filled my body was gone
I want to stick to her sticky and spend all her time
There are people waiting, no, there are robots waiting, so I held onto my spirit as much as possible.
Seonghwa Gallery Named and Svetlana are also waiting at the academy.
Isn’t the shepherd who leads the electric sheep waiting to see the elf?
No matter how much you become a Constellation and act like a savage
He wasn’t brazen enough to say that he was late because he was drinking and having sex.
“It’s hot, too hot…?”
“Is this okay? Please explain.”
“It’s just, uh, I’ve only heard that I use it for marital relationships.”
She wriggled like a caterpillar, then she clung like a cicada to a tree this time.
Even though I’m sweating profusely, do you feel overflowing energy to the point of tingling instead of exhaustion?
She also seems bewildered by the bizarre amount of energy given by the sap potion of the World Tree.
He then lays down on her side and grabs my shoulder from her from the position where I was facing her, and turns me around.
She sits on top of me with her body her turned so lightly that she lays facing her sky her.
Now, you can see the pure white fabric that is more like a bathrobe worn after a shower than a traditional costume.
“It doesn’t matter, though, because it feels good.”
‘Because he’s drunk, he’s selfish.’
I look up at her cutely erotic yet annoying woman.
It would n’t be bad to stay like this, but she’s slowly reaching the limit of her patience with her.
So, reaching out for her sticky wet cloth her, he begins to imitate her magical powers her.
What comes to mind is the flow of magic that the priests of water showed when taking care of the tournament participants.
Although my authority is not the sacred power of healing and circulation, I can imitate it.
It can’t heal injuries or purify defilement, but it can drive away drunkenness.
The magic efficiency is beyond atrocious and close to garbage, but what can I do?
It’s because it seems like she has to clear her mind a little before she can move after she’s frozen on top of my stomach.
“Uh, uh… Ah?”
“Can you come to your senses now?”
“Yes, I did use a little too much, but the medicinal effect is stronger than I thought.”
A large amount of mana to bring out dozens of beings from nightmares was hit and driven.
Still, the body is full of energy, to the point where I wonder about the standard of ‘a little bit’.
It’s not something to ask, but I couldn’t contain my curiosity.
“Originally, how much should I use?”
“About half a teaspoon for men and women?”
“She’s not a little too bitter…”
“Did I apply that much?”
That’s right, it was so spread that it flowed down both of her hands.
Even the spilled amount is added up, but it is not a teaspoon, but a few mugs.
She smiles shyly as to how much of her memory her returns to her blank mind her.
Then she slowly lifts her hips up and starts to lower them.
An obscene sound spreads as her sap-soaked ass her pats her thighs.
Spur, she makes a lewd noise and laughs bashfully at the flesh-to-skin clash.
‘Well, it’s funny to stop here.’
Even though it was drunk, there is no way I can quit in this situation.
It’s not the level of cooked rice, it’s already chewed in your mouth.
She smiles shyly, then puts her hands on my belly and slowly lifts her hips.
“Oh, it’s a bit slippery…”
“I should have sprayed it a little more lightly.”
Her soft palms on her stomach and her wiggle awkwardly.
Rather than caressing my stomach, it felt like I was moving little by little because it was slippery.
That’s why she was a little uncomfortable, as she leaned her upper body and hugged me.
The feeling of her whole body her getting sticky, from just below her neck her to her chest her.
Even so, the sweet scent and warm body temperature were not unpleasant.
She stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly, whispering softly in my ear.
“Still, don’t you feel bad?”
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The end of a sticky love affair that polluted the garden with alcohol, syrup, and sweat
Just like last time, it was cleaned up with vines with cold water running through them.
A conversation that started between such a drowsy sense of exhaustion and refreshment.
“So, take care of the child… Or the robot child?”
“Hmm, there’s a constellation of robots, and they ask a lot of questions.”
The soul dwells in the robot and becomes a constellation, asking ‘why?’ To everything in the world. I am asking the question.
So, instead of giving the knowledge of the other world to the dream demon and the elf, they decided to receive a price-
Was it a bit difficult to understand for the druid and farmer elf?
“Then what am I supposed to do?”
“It’s just, telling stories my older sister knows. Like telling old stories to the kids.”
At first, the picture I thought of was something like that.
The giant tree that does not wither is the eldest daughter who raised boys and girls who are the last survivors in the world tree barrier.
With that kind of experience, wouldn’t he be good at telling stories even if there are interruptions disguised as questions?
In addition, rather than my story, which is almost similar to modern society, the story of the fantasy world of the devil and the hero
It seems that it will be accepted as more interesting and new knowledge to the robot constellation of the SF world view.
“Is that enough?”
“I guess so? I’m just curious because it’s just been made, but the body belongs to an adult, and there’s no reason to take care of drones as you please.”
To be honest, how can you brag about what a smartphone is to an Android who runs a drone?
Even wrinkles in front of a chrysalis is enough, at least I can tell you the knowledge
Probably, it has to be much less than the basic common sense that the robot constellation has.
A world with devils and warriors, a world with ghosts and immortals.
A city powered by mana instead of electricity and magic instead of science.
Wouldn’t this kind of information appeal to the shepherd leading the electric sheep?
‘If I have to, I’ll send a tour to the city of dreams.’
If her only desire is her curiosity, she will somehow be able to make a deal.
There is also the story of Elise, a priestess whose body became liquid.
At least there was an incarnation of a hound biting its tail that had spent the night.
Dream City, Water Priest, Hunter Avatar, Shaman, Warlock, and Magisterium.
I don’t pile up wealth, but I sprinkle it on my dick, so there are more places that I’ve been able to reach than I thought.
“Then, can I go right away?”
“Right now?”
“Yeah. I guess I did everything anyway, I’m free for a while.”
“Okay. So, are we going right away?”
After tidying up her wet clothes with magic, she stretches out her hand to me with a big smile.
She took her beautiful hand her and rose from her garden and moved her magic her.
The sensation of dragging someone else into a lucid dream.
As soon as we arrive at the sanctuary of the shepherd leading the electric sheep, we hear her voice.
“Oh, well, there are all these places.”
Before the conversation even starts, the cramped space more than triples.
Come to think of it, her sanctuary was also tended by her through the branches of the World Tree.
