Constellation of the Reverse World 325

Chapter 325 – Chapter 325: Continent of Witchcraft 2

I suddenly became curious and heard the manager talk about witchcraft.
You can listen to Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun, but the two of them are very busy.
That’s how I found out that this Southern Continent is such a great place.

From making eye contact to eating, it is not at the level of witchcraft.
How to hold a teacup, how to hold a fork, the arrangement of utensils and the color of dishes
Ingredients tailored to the day of the week, the chef’s gender, and the layout of the kitchen―

“It’s all done shamanically?”

“Yes, because witchcraft is everywhere in the Southern Continent.”

“Is that also witchcraft?”

“…Yes.”

Shamanic design, witchcraft etiquette, witchcraft recipes, witchcraft stuff.
The problem was that all of this was done in good faith.
Dozens or hundreds of people did it at the same time, so I just felt a bizarre atmosphere.
To put it bluntly, those people were just looking at me.

An act that is no different from the people of the east continent pointing a camera lens at me.
Rather, since the pictures are not uploaded on the Internet, it should be considered better.
But I can’t help but feel bizarre because of that.

“I’d rather squeal like the boys.”

“The Southern Continent is a bit scary, this.”

People who are just smiling, probably because of that shamanistic etiquette.
It’s the act of looking at your favorite constellation with a smile, with joy
If the number reaches hundreds of people, it can’t help but feel like a scene from a horror movie.

Like a fan club that looks at idols with manners, they keep their distance.
Doesn’t invade privacy and doesn’t come across as rude
There is no such thing as a sudden approach hoping for an autograph.

However, I just keep looking at you with a smile.
Even most of the people watching are shamans.
I’m not a normal dressed person, I’m a shaman
Looking at me in all kinds of bizarre clothes, I feel the bizarreness.

“I guess it’s time to get used to it.”

“Honestly, I think it will take me a few months to get used to this.”

“But won’t your neck hurt if you go around like that?”

Of course, it feels a little bizarre, but there is no damage
The incarnations and I started to adapt little by little.

Dozens or hundreds of people quietly smiling and looking at me
Makes me feel the uncanny valley like a bunch of radioactive mutants
The basic beauty of the people of this continent is outstanding, so I’m trying to adapt.

Not a zombie with tattered skin or a flesh giant covered in pus.
It’s because a variety of handsome men and beautiful women with light brown to bronze skin are just smiling.

However, the problem popped up in the wrong place.

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If the damage from the thoughtless actions continues to accumulate
And if it’s because of me and the victim is the incarnation of my heart
Before being a Constellation, as a man, I had no choice but to feel uncomfortable.

So, this is the story of Yena Song.

‘I have to master how to deal with this fucking source someday.’

Herbivores eat grass and carnivores hunt.
Fish swim and birds fly in the sky.
That is the instinct inscribed at the root in this world.
The laws of nature inscribed in our instincts from birth.

“…”

As I was thinking that way, Song Ye-na quietly approached me.
With heavy breathing, she untied the hem of my clothes.
Incomprehensible, it was because her voyeurism was greatly aroused.

The people of the Southern Continent keep looking at us, perhaps because of that bastard’s magic.
The problem was the gaze that followed me like a ghost when I went out of the dorm.
Han Ye-ji and other incarnations said it was okay because they got used to it, but
Song Ye-na, who is sensitive to gaze, is the exact opposite, perhaps because of the voyeurism engraved in her source.

“Whoops, Constellation-nim. It seems that Constellation-nim has grown bigger than usual.”

‘That’s your dream, but you’re so excited…’

The voyeurism got worse in an instant, as if it had come into heat.
The moment the gaze is slightly drawn from the outside, emotions related to sexual desire
It’s like pouring Mentos into Coke! Like swelling.

Like a genius swordsman, he refrains from appearing on the outside, but
It means that a dreamer who can feel emotions can see everything.

It may be unfounded anxiety, but it’s a situation where you have to worry about exhibitionism.
I can’t watch a normal kid turn into a barbary girl
Of course, in a lucid dream, you need to relieve it quickly.

“Uhm, Chuuuuu”

“Are your breasts that good?”

“Yes? Yes. Of course it’s good.”

Yena Song digs up her shirt and kisses her bare chest.
How excited she is, her emotions are reflected in those around her.
Extras with ordinary faces were randomly added to the dream.

The place she dreams of is neither a comfortable bedroom nor a luxurious hotel.
It was set against the background of a park bench where people quietly pass by.
I don’t know what it was, but I knew it had deteriorated in an instant.

A dim sunset, streetlights that have not yet been turned on, and people passing by on the street.
Her breathing her becomes rough as the shapes of people whose faces are blurred pass by one by one.
The good thing is that it’s not to the extent that she enjoys naked in the crowd.

“Still, isn’t this kind of thing good? I heard that men have sex fantasies too.”

“… Not bad.”

“Huh, right?”

Yena Song buries her head as if a loving lover is making an act of naked affection.
In the eyes of the characters in her selfless dream her, it would be seen as just leaning on her shoulder her.
Of course, from the point of placing the man on my thigh, it was an unsightly act of affection.

Wasn’t it all just a dream?

Perhaps thinking so, Song Yena’s lips her moved to her side her without hesitation.
At the touch of her pressing her side lip to her breast her, in her excitement her.
She naturally has no choice but to have blood rushing to her lower body.

“But aren’t you uncomfortable?”

“Ah, how light-hearted the Constellation-nim is.”

“No, not that… No.”

Even if she is a slender young man who has reduced her height a bit, she is well over 170.
The situation where she was hugged like a big doll on the thigh of Yena Song, who is similar in height.
Her erect cock her does n’t prick her, but it’s definitely her uncomfortable position her.

She’s not even her stuffed toy her, she’s holding her muscular man like her doll.
But she understands in a different way, and she says with a big smile.

“Constellation-nim, you’re usually very feminine, but you’re like this sometimes, so…”

The end of the vaguely mangled words is probably a word like Kollinda.
She’s drunk in a dream, so she’s more talkative than usual, but
It’s a welcome thing for me, who wants to have a conversation like a pillow-haired judge.

I hope all other incarnations can chatter like Han Ye-ji.
She smiles a little, as if she thought I was worried about my weight in her.
Then, as if to be relieved, a soft kiss that rose little by little.

Not in a dream, but in reality, to the level that the police would arrest you
Song Ye-na and I sat on a park bench and hugged each other fiercely.

“Hey, is that Yena?”

“Yes, Constellation?”

“Do you like being seen, do you like seeing?”

In my heart like a child… But the child wants to cling to the man’s chest.
Anyway, Song Yena, who had been blowing a bird kiss on her pectoral muscles and collarbone her, raises her head.
Because as she gets a little excited, she sees more fake people passing through the park.

To be honest, I had no interest in outdoor exposure.
To be precise, it must be said that she had never experienced it.

Before the apocalypse, I was a self-made solo returning student.
After the apocalypse, if you go outside, you will be eaten alive by mutants.
Buying a prostitute in a safe zone on a dark subway is the whole experience.

“Ah, do you care?”

“I don’t care that much, I’m just curious.”

I am not ashamed of the gazes of fake humans in my dreams.
Even if you bought a prostitute in the safe zone, there were many cases where there was no private room.
I’m just a little curious about Song Ye-na’s strangely twisted castle wall.

How could she not be intrigued when she was in heat because of the attention of the crowd?
I am curious as a dreamer dealing with her her source her, and also curious as a man who mixed her flesh with her.

Then she lifted her head as she held me in her arms
Take a close look at my face and look into my eyes.
I think I checked whether I was negative about that fake gaze or not.

“At first, I liked seeing the Constellation Master do things with other incarnations… ?”

“Initially?”

“Yes, it was at first.”

She smiles at her and bubs her cheek against her chest as if to pamper her.
At first, I was a swordsman who only knew swords, but I’ve become so stained.
I feel a little complex and subtle joy in that the cause is me.

A girl from a mountain village who hardly ever talks to a man, let alone hold hands.
It starts with spying on other people’s sex in dreams and subconscious
Now that you’re dreaming of outdoor nudity sex in the park, you want it.

“Kim Ha-eun, it was until I caught a glimpse of that guy’s dream… But now it’s better to be seen.”

“What are you exposing?”

“No, bragging is better than watching.”

After answering that, Yena Song tucked her arm under my thigh.
The situation changed from hugging a doll to hugging a princess in an instant.
She jumped up with one hand on her leg and the other on her back.
As if it was n’t too heavy, I left her bench and took her steps her with great strides.

“I like all the actions that reveal to the world that I am the incarnation of the Constellation.”

Did he secretly practice handling lucid dreams like swordsmanship training?
Every time you take a step without hesitation, the background of your lucid dream changes.