Chapter 267 – Chapter 267: Model 3
It’s a luxurious complaint indeed, but I didn’t particularly like doing it in the water.
It was relaxing and pleasant to soak in the warm water after being hit by the cold wind, but
It was because it was vaguely uncomfortable to move the body while splashing the water in the pool.
Of course, I was happy to see a beauty in a swimsuit clinging to me in the hot water, but
I wasn’t too excited because the other person couldn’t deal with lucid dreaming yet.
My past life memories are the same, and looking at this aspect, it seems that I myself have a mental illness like PTSD.
But after leaving Alexandra’s semi-conscious lucid dream,
I realized that I was complaining that my senses seemed to be dulled while in the water.
‘He’s always the same even when he travels…’
After Alexandra’s lucid dream her, Yena Song was lying on the bed right next to her.
Like a woman who had only walked the path of the sword all her life, she slept soundly in the right posture.
Her lucid dream her was twisted in a way I never expected.
A small space where the wall touches both the fingertips and the fingertips when you stretch out your hands.
Entering Song Yena’s lucid dream, it was the dressing room as soon as she opened her eyes.
Casual clothes are in a basket, and a short swimsuit that looks less than 3 copies in hand.
So it’s like they want to see me change into a swimsuit.
“You haven’t changed yet?”
“That Constellation Master, I’m sorry!”
I took off my top and pulled down my pants.
A hand full of desire approaches from behind and hugs me.
No need to ask who it is, it must be Yena Song, the master of lucid dreaming.
‘Still, they attack directly.’
Previously, I entered Lee Ha-rin’s lucid dream, and she was content with spying on Lee Ha-rin and me.
Now that they are peeking at me and attacking themselves, should I say that they have made great progress?
He leaned against his back her, accommodating to the rough hugging of his back her.
Excitement has already peaked just by the scene of her taking off her clothes.
Her hands her as she hurriedly groped her body her were full of desire, like a drunkard.
“I’m sorry, this is a dream.”
The three people who signed the contract at the beginning, Han Ye-ji, Lee Ha-rin, and Kim Ha-eun, are already familiar with me, but
Song Ye-na, who signed a contract relatively late, still feels uncomfortable revealing her desires her.
Hagiya and the three of them were comfortable in real life and had quite a lot of physical contact, but
Yena Song is only worthy of her swordsmanship training her. She joined late and didn’t have much contact in real life.
In this way, during this trip, Alexandra’s lucid dreaming practice and
Shall we aim to make Song Yena honest?
“Hmmmm—this is fine, right… ?”
She takes her deep breaths at the nape of her neck her as she hugs her behind her back her as if she were her dog her.
Her desire and anxiety mixed in a muddy mess seemed to see a foreshadowing of the first night of the contract.
In fact, she is a woman who has undergone rigorous swordsmanship training under a sword that cuts through the bridle.
Unlike Han Ye-ji, who usually lay in her bed her and chewed potato chips while watching the lintel.
The strict hierarchical order between her Constellation and incarnation her must be firmly entrenched in her mind her.
Well, it may be a personal prejudice, but there is also an image that the athletic world is strict with such a hierarchy.
“You’ve given me permission, so you’re not forgiven for such a sinister hand, are you?”
Even if she has insecurities, it is Song Yena who is honest in her desires her because of the magic of the dreamer embedded in her source her.
Her heartbeat her pounding with excitement and anxiety is felt right behind her back her, but
Still, her soft hands her caressing her chest and abs her do not stop.
When these soft, slender fingers grip the sword, it cuts through steel.
Thinking so, she put her hand on the back of her hand that was gently rubbing her belly button.
He guided his hand her very slowly from his abs to his waist her and pulled it down.
I hesitated for a moment, but without hesitation, her fingers her followed my hand her and dug into my waist her.
“Hee!”
“You didn’t want to see what I was wearing?”
“N-yes…”
Did she touch even the slightest pubic hair with her fingertips digging into her waist her?
Song Ye-na is shocked as if she has been scalded by hot water.
She even untangles her hug her and sees her take a sneaky step back, and she laughs bashfully and her face turns red.
She bows her head, as if ashamed of her self-reaction her, but her dreamy senses her say otherwise.
She’s so voyeuristic that she’s more aroused by seeing me in a swimsuit from a step away than by hugging and stroking.
‘I get more excited by looking at it than by touching it.’
This is a part that is a bit difficult to understand even for a man from a world where men and women are reversed.
The sight of a very beautiful woman’s breasts, and the way her breasts are tickled
If you think about it sensually, wouldn’t it be more exciting to hug and touch directly?
Contrary to my thoughts, the gaze that scattered me from one step away became more and more fervent.
Hey, she became like this because Kim Ha-eun and I spilled magic from her source of her.
Song Ye-na was just a pure athletic girl who had only walked the path of the sword for 20 years.
Perhaps she was more strongly affected by her dream demon’s magic because of her swordsmanship training her, which she stayed away from without seeing a man face to face.
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It’s nice to be in a small space, but it’s best to lie down on a soft bed.
She slipped out of the locker room in a skimpy bathing suit and found a giant bed instead of a swimming pool.
The world created by lucid dreams is arbitrary, so it is possible that the locker room is a hotel.
But if you’re going to do this in a hotel bed, there’s no reason to wear a swimsuit.
Thinking that, I put my hand on my swimsuit shirt.
‘Maybe it’s because this is a swimsuit, so it’s uncomfortable to wear it.’
It’s not see-through even when wet, but it’s a swimsuit, so it’s close to Jolti.
Because of my size, I prefer comfortable, loose-fitting clothes, so it’s uncomfortable.
Thinking so, the moment I grab my neck collar to throw it off and pull my hair out
Once again, a hand full of desire comes to my hand and grabs the shirt.
His head his is tucked inside his shirt her, so it’s a bit funny, but
For some reason, I can feel Song Yena’s excitement rising more and more.
… Where the hell do girls in this world find their sex appeal?
“Can I take it off?”
“…Okay.”
Her shirt her was rolled up and her head her tucked inside her tight tee, exposing her belly button.
To be honest, it’s a look that reminds me of outdated comedians rather than sex appeal.
Song Yena is preoccupied with her stretched swimsuit shirt and her slightly exposed abs and pubis.
She took the opportunity to pull her hair back out of her shirt on her, but she didn’t care.
Her focus is on the hem of her shirt that barely reveals her navel on her.
Grab that part of her her and push her up gently, gradually revealing her abs and chest her.
I don’t know why they are so interested in this flat man’s chest, but what can I do?
I would have said I don’t know why women in my previous life are so interested in fat mass.
“—Didn’t you say you would take it off?”
She lifted her arms to make it easier to take off her shirt of her, which was gradually curling up.
At some point, Song Yena’s movement stopped as if it had hardened.
Her ferocious gaze was directed at her breasts that were half-hidden by her rolled-up shirt on her.
What should I say, this guy is very weak in visual elements before voyeurism.
Because the swimsuit jolti is made of a material that sticks to it, the hem of the shirt that is rolled up is caught on the chest.
The hand that was trying to take it off stops and gently pushes my chest to lay me back.
Well, it was a bed with a soft back, but there was no reason why I couldn’t lie down, so I lay down obediently.
“It doesn’t matter if I don’t take it off, right?”
“Do as you please.”
She gulps down her saliva and reaches for her disheveled swimsuit.
I asked why I was so excited, but because of my hand inside my waist earlier
It must have been that her swimsuit pants were disheveled, revealing her pubic hair and long bones.
A hand that went straight to the swimsuit pants, leaving the rolled-up shirt as it is.
While stroking her side of her as if it were tickling, the lowered hand of her grasped the band of the swimsuit pants hanging from the side of her hips her.
Then, unlike the shirt of her, he lowers his posture by pulling it down to his ankles without stopping.
Me lying down on the bed, Song Yena squatting next to my drooping knee.
In that state, when I pull down my swimsuit, my cock naturally bounces up and rises.
She stars blankly at it towering as if to celebrate liberation from her bathing suit her.
‘It looks like it’s like an illustration drawn on a pillow that doesn’t hold its posture.’
As if my thoughts weren’t wrong, she jumped up and lay down on her bed.
She hugs her from the side of her and buries her head like a dog tangled in her owner her.
She gently tickles me as if brushing her shoulders and neck her with soft hair.
Then, as if it were natural, her straight nose pointed toward her chest her.
The hot breath mixed with excitement warmly beats the heart.
“You’re really, really cool, Constellation.”
She muttered as she kissed her wide chest several times.
Whether it’s voyeurism or her natural inclination of her, it seems she’s already fully aroused.
Kissing her, muttering, and repeating kissing her again is rather cute because she is desperate.
‘Is this why how many people in my previous life saw my size and found it cute?’
Her hand her stretches out spontaneously as she tries to stamp her mark her on her like a stamp.
As she gently stroked her disheveled hair, she buried her head further with her moan of satisfaction.
If I said cute here, she would stop in shame, so she had no choice but to swallow her compliments down her throat her.
