Chapter 292 – Chapter 292: Spoils of War 2
The tribe of artists was indeed a difficult tribe to understand.
It’s a gift, and it’s hard to understand everything except the artist constellation that sent you lingerie and slips.
What the heck is this ‘parade outfit that contains the passion of the Southern Continent by arranging the traditional costumes of the East and West Continents’?
If you abbreviate that long sentence, it becomes men’s hot pants with beads, so can you understand?
‘This is… Tradition?’
Rather, it would be better to wear shorts that are as short as dolphin pants, and to wear a nasiti and slightly expose the navel.
Since it’s a swimming pool, I chose an outfit without jewels, beads, or feathers, even if it showed off my abs a bit.
They say that the key to the parade is the sparkle, and they’re trying to put on some kind of trot outfit.
Of course, these minor complaints quickly disappeared thanks to the incarnations clinging to my side.
If the shorts I wear are about 3 copies, the shorts my incarnations wear are about 2 copies… So it’s about the length of boxer shorts.
In addition, even Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun, who are office workers and research workers, are showing off their stomachs as if they are showing off their delicate 11-character abs.
Even female cams who expose themselves for money are serious enough to not wear them unless they suck a lot of black cow backbones, but
Thanks to the citizens walking around in swimsuits under the name of a tourist city, it looks casual.
“Isn’t that a bit short-dressed?”
“It’s much longer and more conservative than a swimsuit or parade outfit. But since you’re a Constellation from the East Continent.”
“Is that so?”
They didn’t care about their exposure, they were worried about my outfit.
Wearing a bikini that exposes the bottom of the chest and looks more like an areola cover than a breast cover.
Maybe it’s because they received the magical power of a dream horse, or because they all have big breasts.
I’m sorry to say this, but I’m wearing a bikini that’s the size that most cyber prostitutes won’t wear.
Seeing her worry that my shorts reveal too much of her thighs makes me laugh.
In the meantime, it’s funnier when it’s a festival outfit and a skimpy bikini decorated with jewels or beads.
It’s not a bikini, it’s a South American samba outfit from a previous life with the feather accessories cut off.
“Well, since I’ve already seen it, I can’t help it… But there are some guys who are too exposed for a Constellation from the East Continent to wear.”
A man who had been watching so carefully took out the costume he had hidden behind him and spread it out with both hands.
If I had to express what I heard in the hands of a man… You could call it a corn with a string.
Is that the kind of use I’m imagining?
The incarnations’ faces were so red that they were on the verge of bursting, as if my disturbing imagination wasn’t my own.
I don’t know what kind of bastard came up with the jewel cone to cover things in men’s thongs, really.
Even the fact that it was a formal costume for a parade made me imagine a terrible future.
So, besides me, are the other male agents in the parade showing off their cheekbones while wearing those cones?
‘Never, never get off the parade car.’
I’m not the kind of person who slices and kills a gay man when we make eye contact with his gay flesh his like an exaggerated character in a novel.
A squealing man approaches me femininely and shyly and shows respect and love for the Constellation, but I do not stab him with a knife.
I can respect anyone if they try to hug without asking permission or keep their distance without touching them privately.
However, if that opponent comes around with a jewel cockle cone hanging from the head of his cock his, revealing his eggshell his,
I swear to a god I don’t particularly believe in in my previous life or in this life, I will keep that bastard in an eternal nightmare.
“Constellation, our seat is the spotlight above the parade car, so we’ll stay there.”
“Yeah, because some crazy bitch might sneak up on it.”
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t really want to mix in with the crowd in this outfit.”
Especially if the crowd is a man in a samba outfit wearing a conical thong.
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I was more satisfied than I expected to participate in the parade.
It made me wonder if the hotel manager handed it to me considering that I was a dreamer.
The first reason was the rush of emotions.
Due to their racial characteristics, dream demons are beings that can read the emotions of others like the atmosphere.
And in the parade, countless crowds of people immersed in happiness are looking at me.
It’s like drinking and shouting with friends who came to meet me on the day of my previous life
The flow of emotions that can’t compare to the exhilaration of playing games all night long.
The second reason is the incarnations clinging to my side.
They were clinging to me to protect me while wearing something like a jewel areola.
Like a boyfriend covering his girlfriend’s short skirt with a bag, she tried to cover me with her body with her.
Thanks to this, the skin and skin are naturally rubbed together with the sound of jewels and accessories clicking.
“The Constellation-nim saw me!”
“This way! This way, Constellation-nim!”
“Ah, you look so beautiful even if you cover your body like that!”
A flood of emotions that tingle your skin like drinking alcohol and a sense of exhilaration that excites you.
Although they are not aware of it, the beauties secretly rub their bare skin with all their affection, saying they will protect me.
It felt so good that I could trivially pass over being filmed by a drone from high up in a parade car.
The roof of the car was decorated like a table for a tea ceremony so that the incarnations could sit together.
However, perhaps because of the fever of the parade, what came to the table was not tea and refreshments, but alcohol and snacks.
It meant that they were filming while wearing a swimsuit and a shortened shirt, drinking while holding Hwasin in a bikini next to her.
My head is dizzy.
“But can I drink something like this during the parade?”
“Only the driver of the parade car cannot drink alcohol during the parade, Constellation-nim.”
In the midst of this raucous parade, I hear an answer from under the parade car, as if I managed to catch my voice.
Needless to say, the woman who is a parade car driver who can’t drink must have answered me.
Considering that he can’t drink alcohol, his voice is in a feverish situation, but it’s a bit suspicious.
If it wasn’t for the parade car running at less than 10 km/h, I would have gone to check the driver’s seat right away.
“Sure Constellation, I’ll pour you a drink.”
“Hey, are you pouring into that cup?”
“Doesn’t Constellation’s avatar not feel the same pain as a hangover even when drunk? Then, drinking a large amount will allow you to enjoy the fragrance more, right?”
“No, only people from the North Continent are talking about that solo.”
Of course, I didn’t have the strength to push away the fair-skinned Alexandra digging into my side.
The feeling that a perfect body that has been systematically managed since childhood, dreaming of incarnation, gives me.
Do you shake off that beautiful female body that is chewy and slim, but resists firmly when pressed?
I’ve said it many times, but wouldn’t I have become more of a resisting saint rather than a helpless nightmare?
Alexandra grabs the bottle, which smells like alcohol, and pours it into a beer glass.
Even though she doesn’t have a hangover, Song Ye-na worries about whether it’s okay to drink 45% alcohol alcohol like beer.
And the incarnations eagerly watching as if they were going to engrave my short parade outfit into their memories.
It was not a bad situation except for being in the center of the parade and not being able to see the front and back.
‘It’s kind of crazy, but this becomes like a city tour… ?’
Why would a parade be a parade? It’s a parade because they roam the roads in splendid groups.
Starting from the colorful central square of the tourist town, going straight and turning over and over again
It’s because I passed by the tall buildings and tourist streets full of the characteristics of other continents.
“Hey, what’s that?”
“That’s… Rue Du Poirin, an alley of gourmets created by an incarnation in the past.”
“Then what about that?”
“It looks like a robot, but it’s a restaurant sign made by a famous incarnation. It’s a golem made with alchemy and put on things as if the incarnation customers signed their signatures.”
Colorful pollen fluttering in the wind and the frenzied flash that makes it twinkle.
Even while happiness, heat, and respect rush like sticky cocoa,
The sights of exotic and unusual tourist cities were attracting my attention.
A gourmet alley with a jumble of wooden huts and red-brick houses.
A tin can robot holding a sign that looks like it was assembled from Lego while drunk and walks through the crowds.
And the passionate movement of the highly exposed women who are more visible than all the spectacle.
It looks like she’s holding a beer bottle, taking off her bikini, and waving her breasts and bikini at random, like waving a flag.
Seeing such a scene, I suddenly felt uneasy.
“Hey, it’s peaceful, so I’m a little uneasy.”
“Yes? What is it?”
“Why, every time I go out to play, one of the troublesome bastards always pops out.”
“Ah, to commemorate the eradication of the apocalypse, there was an additional parade, but I can’t believe it—”
“What a wonderful march!”
And those anxious premonitions don’t always go astray.
When is he going back?
