Chapter 298 – Chapter 298: Learning Grounds 3
The humanoid constellation for information gathering and the shepherd leading the electric sheep are truly heterogeneous beings.
The appearance is a blunt and cold beauty, but now she has reduced the size a little and has the face of a beautiful girl.
To a dreamer who can read emotions, it looks like a humanoid that makes you feel the uncanny valley.
Likes and dislikes of others do not exist, and even the three basic human needs are absent.
The only desire he has is a terrible desire to acquire and analyze knowledge.
Because of that, I, a dream horse, feel a terrible sense of alienation when I see a shepherd leading an electric sheep, a humanoid.
How can I say it, the feeling of spraying black paint on a huge movie screen full of colorful and vibrant colors?
‘It seems to be getting stained little by little. Is that a good thing?’
But the scene in front of me was a little different.
Like a black hole that sucks up even light, the black and greedy desire for exploration was fading little by little.
As if adding water to the ink, or on the contrary, the black ink is dripped with water drop by drop, gradually lowering the concentration.
It was really faint, but it was clear that something else was mixing with her emotions.
It doesn’t matter if the shepherd leading the electric sheep has a crush on me or a sexual desire.
Displeasure disappears the more emotions are mixed, from simple crush to sticky attachment.
It’s not the pleasure of dyeing pure white drawing paper, but the strange feeling of bit by bit gnawing away only black ink.
The thought of pushing the existence of me into someone’s mind seemed a bit exhilarating.
“If you do this, it feels good… , Right?”
“Uhm, according to the data, that’s for sure.”
Even for a while, the eccentricities of the characters on the screen were enough to baffle me.
I understand that, in the name of a sex education textbook, you sit at the table and spread your legs apart to receive the goddaughter fella from the girls.
However, I thought it was amazing to see the girls watching and rubbing their bodies all over.
I’ve seen her use her fingers her in harem stuff, but it’s the first time I’ve seen her rubbing her cunt her against her elbows and knees her.
Even so, ‘a man’s solid body…!’ The same line is in the speech bubble, so I think I can understand it.
Is it similar to squeezing your skinny thighs or firm buttocks with your glans during foreplay?
In an attempt to follow it, two beauties sneakily climbed onto my lap and twirled their waists on my lap.
“It feels good, but… It doesn’t feel sexual.”
The feeling of your chest pressing your forearms, the lukewarm liquid that wets your knees and thighs,
The warm breath flowing down the back of my neck and the sound of struggling moans is pleasant enough, but
Where in the world would there be a man who would ejaculate semen just because a woman’s pussy was rubbed on his lap?
The health teacher in the hologram rubbed his forearms and thighs his! With a bizarre onomatopoeia
It was said that he ejaculated so intensely that it soaked the entire cut, but it seemed far from realistic.
“Oh, is this bad?”
“No, aren’t there any erogenous sensations in the thighs and forearms after sleeping…?”
How can I just rub my thighs and leave without feeling 3,000 times more pickled?
The sight of two beauties riding naked on both thighs is very satisfying mentally,
It is natural that there is no pleasure enough to shoot semen like a character in a cartoon.
However, the two shake their waists little by little as if they are sorry that they cannot accept the obvious fact.
The shepherd who leads the electric sheep seems to be doing that to verify the case of failure.
My elf sister seems to be regretting it because she wants to feel good with me.
However, even if you rub only your thighs a thousand times a day, there is no way you will reach a climax like in the cartoon.
“Since this seems to be a failure, let’s see what’s next?”
“Umm, men’s thighs and forearms get sexual arousal, but they don’t reach ejaculation… I see.”
Once again, the pages of the comic book in the hologram are flipped, and the health teacher is further harassed.
After a bizarre situation that culminates in the stroking of knees, thighs, elbows and forearms
As if two female students were riding on top of her broad chest her, muscular for a health teacher.
“Yu, it feels good because your nipples are rubbing…? How are you? Do you feel good?”
“…No.”
“This just seems like a one-sided act of making a woman feel better.”
So Paisley’s… It should be called a reversed version, but is it a meaningful act?
The act of rocking her back and forth over a man’s chest like a schoolgirl masturbating with the edge of her desk her?
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I didn’t expect that the word pornography could instill false sexual notions would be so relatable.
That’s right, I thought it was bullshit that old-fashioned noblemen from the previous life blocked porn sites and talked while receiving sex entertainment.
It may have been so in the old world, but in this world where men and women are reversed, it was more correct than I thought.
I don’t know if it’s because of the difference in race or common sense, but the two people accept it too innocently.
The man had to understand that the knees were not erogenous zones and that kneading the forearms would not produce semen.
It felt good to lick it with my tongue, so if I licked other parts, I licked my shoulder blades and shoulders, saying that it would lead to ejaculation.
Or else he was sucking on my index and middle fingers like he was sucking a cock and trying to climax with his fingers his.
Of course, men are not creatures who reach the climax of pleasure with only their wings, collarbones and fingers.
… Surely other men in this world won’t just go away with this?
‘Something feels good, but I’m tired…’
It took almost half a day for the three of us to verify whether it was a short rice cake of 50 pages or so.
As the three of them lie side by side in the shade of the garden to enjoy their afterlife, the gentle wind cools their sweat.
A cozy studio like my space is nice, but a garden with clean air like this isn’t bad either.
“There’s a lot more wrong information than I thought.”
“Is it because it’s a picture drawn by a woman? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with men.”
“Um, I think it’s appropriate to ask men about men’s things.”
I put the small head of an elf boy on the soft arm of a giant tree that does not wither.
There are two elves in one robot, so even though they are covered in sweat, all three of them don’t stink.
The smell of crushed grass and the sweet smell of honey berries subtly linger on the tip of my nose.
A fresh breeze that blews away sweat and a sweet yet refreshing scent that tickles the tip of the nose.
The sunlight that was so bright that it was pleasantly warm and the shade of a large tree that covered it.
An electronic spirit floating above your head with a chuckle and the GL comic book that the spirit plays.
… What else is that
“Ugh, do you mean there’s an artist who draws something like that?”
“Hmm, when I searched for works by male authors, there are more posts related to homosexuality.”
Come to think of it, Han Ye-ji was also caught in the web novel site between Jill and GLGL or something.
Just as there are women who liked BL in their previous lives, there seem to be men who are crazy about GL here too.
Our elf noona’s eyebrows frowned at the picture of a short-haired woman and a long-haired woman bobby.
To me, it seems more normal for a woman to rub her pussy against a man’s chest.
It’s not like you’re playing with your fingers, you’re just rubbing against something in this flat chest.
How absurd it was for her to rub her chest, elbows, knees, and even her shoulder blades as long as they were hard.
“Umm, why do male cartoonists like female homosexuality more?”
“I can’t really answer that.”
“I don’t really want to know, so put that away.”
Our elf sister, who closed her eyes tight as if she saw something she couldn’t see, turned her body around and headed toward me.
In order to turn away from her hologram her, he turned from a position of giving her her arm as a pillow to a position of hugging her side of her.
The soft touch of her forearm her and the rich red rice cake floating in front of her nose made the blood rush downward again.
The shepherd leading the electric sheep, who was lying on the other side and organizing the data, looks at it.
The way my elf sister covered half of my body and rubbed her cock gently with her thighs.
Being caught between two women and seeing if they are GL rice cakes is true.
“Um, lethargic nightmares Are you also interested in female homosexuality as a man?”
“… With me, with him, right?”
Our elf sister, who buried her face in my shoulder, asks me with her anxiety.
It’s okay to entertain me by ‘using’ the shepherd to lead the electric sheep, but
Full of feelings that he absolutely hates female golems and bobies.
“Don’t let your sister do that.”
“Yes, I’m glad.”
I am laughing at her pat, pat, soft touch caressing her chest.
The shepherd leading the electric sheep, who have not yet learned the ability to read the mood, intervenes.
“Why don’t you verify the authenticity of this medium?”
It was as if they were going to pounce on a giant tree that would not wither at any moment.
