Chapter 349 – Chapter 349: Kendo Girl 1
When I open my eyes, I see the interior of a deserted cabin.
As if less than five minutes had passed since the time of reality, she still heard the panting sounds of men and women from the next room, and saw the chief lying on the floor motionless in front of her eyes. The only difference is that Han Ye-ji, who was panting and twisting her body, gets up from her seat her.
Excited by her heat her, Yena Song is still standing with her back her leaning against the bare wall of the cabin, but in her dream her, Ye-ji, who has completely cured her horny curse her, wakes up and wipes her sweat and adjusts her clothes. All.
“How are you feeling?”
“It’s fine. Well, no, I think I’m a little better than before.”
She smiles vaguely as she tidies up her body. When I asked why she was like that, she said she was like that because she had no place to settle down. While I was in Song Yena’s dream her, I stepped aside to see if she was going to spy on her chief her, who was subdued by her divination points her, but there was nothing inside her cabin her, so I had no choice but to stand there.
… Come to think of it, I can pull out at least some things with my dream magic, but what am I doing? The curse of heat is so sudden and absurd that I forgot about the incarnations too.
I quickly pulled out a small cot, a cot, and a rope from my dream.
“Uh, that one?”
“Yes, I’m sitting here watching. Yena knocked me out with point blood, but if you’re nervous, you can tie it up with this.”
It would be better to sit in a chair than sit on the bare floor or stand awkwardly with your back against the wall. He also has a backrest, so he looks like a senior, so you can lean back comfortably and lie down. Quickly grabbing a chair and a rope, Han Ye-ji puts her rope at her feet her and slashes her sedative bullet into the chief’s back her.
… Well, since the opponent is a shaman, a conversation credit tranquilizer bullet would be better than an ordinary rope.
After sitting in her seat her and watching her casually fire a shot of her as if scratching her cheek, I greeted Han Ye-ji with her gently shaking hand her and then headed to Song Yena’s side of her. I don’t know what you’re dreaming about, but the sweat on your forehead makes you look hot and tired.
After laying Song Yena on the bed, he took out her plain handkerchief her and gently wiped her forehead her, then burrowed into her dreams her.
I blinked a few times at the spinning sight, and what I saw in front of me was a well-groomed stone wall, a courtyard strewn with footprints, and upright trees surrounding the mansion. Previously, it was the mansion Song Ye-na had seen in her memories of her.
To be precise, the mansion of the sword that cuts the bridle of her master her. Most of her delusions and subconscious mind her were set in this hanok, probably because she had devoted herself to sword training in this mansion since childhood.
Since I have almost no experience of going to other places, my subconsciousness and lucid dreaming don’t create very different backgrounds. The only experience I have is the experience of volunteering in the army carrying only a knife, but when I think of the sweet atmosphere between a man and a woman, no one thinks of a frontline military unit full of monster corpses and wounded.
“Straighten your back a little more.”
“Yes, Master.”
So, inside the mansion, where straw bales and logs were erected like scarecrows, something interesting was happening. Because instead of the sword cutting the bridle, I was acting as a teacher next to Song Ye-na.
If Han Ye-ji, who was in heat, thought of all the adult media she encountered online, this meant that Song Ye-na, who had never experienced anything but knife in her life, was all the erotic imaginations she could think of. She said that a man who has eaten meat knows the taste, but what would she think of if a woman who had been stabbing herself in a mountain valley was in heat?
“Half a step back to keep your distance.”
“Yes, Master.”
At least that, too, must be a desire born of peeping into the dreams of other incarnations through voyeurism and being with me in the unconscious. Although she relieves her sexual desire her with exercise and a sword, she desires that the person next to her be a beautiful man, not a strict woman.
Maybe it’s because he gathered his mental strength to take care of Han Ye-ji, whose condition is more serious than his own, but he’s not in a state of rampaging like a beast. In order to repay that admirable and caring heart, I dug into my fake body in a dream without hesitation.
“And your back is still bent.”
“… Yes, master, sir?”
At the same time, he moved his hand that had been straightening his back his with the palm of his hand. Insidiousness dwells in the hand that used to hold the posture dryly, and it looks like it is tickling your back with your fingers.
It’s admirable that he endured his desires his for the sake of his companions his and the Constellation, but that’s not helpful to the Dream Demon.
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The thin uniform clinging to the sweat was really strange.
I don’t know why, in a world that has everything from the ancient Moorim people of Seonhyeopji to the exoskeleton suits of the future SF world, clothes that look like gowns are tightened with waist straps, but I couldn’t deny that it looked good. I don’t know if it’s a proof that you’ve learned martial arts, or if there’s a way to handle clothes in the Murim-style training method.
I didn’t have to wear an extra layer underneath, probably because I was training alone, so I could see that his chest bone was swaying back and forth whenever the hem fluttered.
To be honest, it looked like a shower robe made of silk, which made me look a little groggy.
Just as no man should be ashamed of revealing his chest or stomach through a sleeveless shirt while working out alone at home, no woman should be ashamed of revealing a little of her breasts in a thin uniform. Thanks to that, she is enjoying her role as her as a master of swordsmanship.
“Hey, the sword is a bit messy.”
“…”
She was not ashamed of her sweaty, swaying breasts her, but her face blushed at the touch of her softly covering the back of her hand her.
A space in a dream where lucid dreaming and unconsciousness created by the curse of heat are mixed. I tried to relieve my sexual desire by reviewing swordsmanship in it, but I couldn’t leave it alone. I’m not good at it, but didn’t I find out through Han Ye-ji that my evolution as a dream horse is made possible thanks to the curse of heat?
Of course, it would be nice to have sex after awakening her consciousness through magic right away… Then it’s no fun I want to see her gently seduced and bursting with desire.
After all, if you are in a dream, there are many visions.
“Come over here and see.”
He swallowed his saliva and hugged Song Ye-na, who stiffened her body from behind. A hot body coming into your arms. He had practiced swordsmanship repeatedly in his dreams his for a long time, as well as the unresolved curse of heat, so even calling it a human hearth would be meaningless.
Perhaps because she could n’t control her dreams her because of her curse her, she thinks that I’m not her constellation her, but her teacher her who teaches her sword skills while raising herself. Her body shrinks in tension. She seems to be trying to cut down on contact, but when I shrug her shoulders like that, I end up in her arms her as I hug her from behind.
I held her hands holding her sword with both hands crossed and hugged her behind her back her, feeling her heart her pounding from her back.
Her tips on swordsmanship, which lies dormant in Song Yena’s unconscious her, flow out of her mouth her, but I don’t care about her either. What’s more important than the advice of the swordsman who cut down the world is skin-to-skin contact where you feel each other’s heartbeat.
She swallowed her saliva so that she could feel it behind her back her, and then she grabbed her hand her that held her sword her. Immediately correct her posture her. Her shrunken shoulders her stretched out and she raised her head and glared at her fiercely.
Seeing as she had withstood her estrus spell with her mental strength her, it seemed that she could n’t be pierced with just a few touches and a single back hug.
“Yeah, like that…”
“S-Master?!”
Of course, this is not reality, so there was no reason to stop with a subtle touch.
I move the hand that was holding onto the back of her hand and gradually move it from the wrist to the forearm of her. From the posture of back hugging her with the excuse of holding her posture her, to the shape of hugging her tightly from behind her so that she can’t even give an excuse.
I stretched out her shoulders as if to get rid of her, but I wonder if I stopped thinking her because I was locked in my arms her instead. Gently stroking her stiff body like a toy whose batteries had been removed with the palm of her hand her, she moved her sinister hand her to her destination her. Starting on the back of her hand her, caress her forearm her and lightly scratch her shoulder her with her fingernail her, then down.
That is, to her chest her, where sweat dripped from between the gaps in her loose uniform her.
A heavy lump of flesh left over from filling both of her hands. It’s violent enough to make me wonder how he wields a sword with something like this. Of course, I know that my hips and breasts have grown due to the body buff of the dreamer, but… Still, as a man who lived in Korea in his previous life, the feeling is bound to be new.
“Why are you calling me instead of swinging your sword?”
“That is…?”
The teacher’s tone in my memory is very old-fashioned, so it’s awkward. Hagiya, since he is a person who has lived in Seonhyeopji for hundreds of years, can he have no choice but to do so? Thinking of that, I put strength into his fingers his and touched his chest gently and gently. A soft, voluptuous chest that seemed like its flesh would squeeze out between her clenched fingers of her.
I feel like I can spend years in my dreams like this.
The one who stopped me from fiddling with my sweaty chest was Song Yena, who quickly grabbed his wrist her and started looking at me with burning eyes.
