Chapter 350 – Episode 350: Kendo Girl 2
Crackling her breasts, her grabbed her wrists. Just listing the circumstances would make her heart pound and she would be dragged to the police station, write a report and go to jail. However, Song Ye-na’s reaction that followed was an act that took a lot less progress than I expected.
She seems to have captured the tricks of martial arts, and the flesh on her wrist, her twists a little, and the world spins around. Instead of being sucked into a lucid dream and shaking your eyesight, you can feel your eyesight rotating 360 degrees as if you were on a ride. When the crown of the head faces the ground and the fluttering uniform covers the view—
“Hmm, the balance is off again.”
Her My hand her moves freely and grabs her ankle her and the lower hem of her uniform her.
‘Isn’t this?’
If Yenna attacks me, I’m the teacher and you’re the disciple! I was going to proceed with something bsmri, but why did things go like this. Perhaps it was engraved deep in her soul that the existence of a teacher in her memory was a monstrous being that she could not dare to approach with her skills her.
After being pushed and falling, the atmosphere that was supposed to make eye contact and become strange suddenly seemed to flow into passionate battle water.
It also has a 17 gold label.
‘She’s in great shape.’
I don’t know how he did it, but he grabbed Jena’s ankle and uniform in the air and spun them around the same way. Thanks to that, the belt of her loose uniform her came loose and wrapped around her body her. It’s like she’s not wearing a shower gown, but she has her baby her wrapped up in swaddling clothes.
Her immaculate breasts and strong thighs are exposed through the clothes flowing down her, but what blazes like fire in Song Ye-na’s eyes is not sexual desire, but a sense of selfishness.
She removed her uniform as if to tear it off, as if it were intrusive, then lowered her stance and pointed both of her hands toward her.
“It won’t be so easy this time.”
“Again, are you ahead of the horse?”
The sword that slashes her bridle her, when I first saw her, I thought she was a graceful and elegant beauty like an actress, but when I hear her say something, it’s a mischievous local man. Song Yena gritted her teeth and glared at me at the sight of her complete absence of tension.
I thought that she was a very affectionate and affectionate priestess, but wasn’t it?
Even if her outward appearance her is my appearance her as a man, the swordsmanship instruction and couplets are completely imitated with the sword that cuts the bridle in Song Yena’s memory her. To be precise, it should be seen as a state of lethargic nightmare skin covered with a sword that cuts through the bridle. Maybe that’s why the image of Song Ye-na rushing at her with gritting teeth was a bit desperate.
“Aaaaap!”
“Take one more step with the strength to cheer up!”
You talk so damn nasty.
Contrary to the elegant appearance of her in her memory, her tone of her was sloppy, but one of her skills of her could not be ignored. She did n’t hold her sword in her hand her, but only swung her palm her, because her rushing Song Yena whirled around and around as if she had become some kind of human pinwheel.
Yena Song flies through the air like a wire action in a Chinese martial arts movie. Because of her naked body her, the fact that her voluptuous breasts her are at the level of worrying.
‘Fuck, Yena Song idolized the sword that cuts her bridle her too much.’
Let’s say her estrus level her is about 100. After this, Yena Song lowered it to about 70 with her martial arts mental training, and then she began to endure it with her superhuman patience, asking Han Ye-ji to relieve her heat her first.
If there’s a problem, it’s the way she holds up. She chose to calm her libido by reliving her sparring her with her teacher, but it was a problem because the sword that cut through the bridle in Song Yena’s memory her was too strong.
If the sexual desire weakened by her cursed drink is about 70, the sword that cuts the bridle in her memory her is almost 200. It would be natural if it was natural that the girl of her childhood was so high that her top her was unpredictable, let alone surpassed.
‘I’m going to spend sparring all day like this!’
If I don’t control it, I might really overcome the curse with sparring. With that thought in mind, I unleashed my magic power to the fullest and began to take control of the dream away from Song Yena’s unconscious mind.
I don’t want to quench my sexual desire just by engaging in martial arts with a naked beauty.
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Breathing becomes rough and sweat drips from the skin. A body that grows tired of dealing with each time a naked woman makes her breasts sway. As he gradually weakened his body using dream magic, the result was slowly revealing itself.
It’s a bit absurd that it took almost 10 minutes for the almost omnipotent dreamer to weaken his unrebellious body his in the dream.
Still, the body slowed down little by little, as if there was any meaning in weakening it by hitting it. Song Yena, who is not yet sane, thinks it is her chance to finally hit her master her, and rushes furiously.
“Huyaaaaap-!”
“Hmm?”
In the end, Song Yena’s fist her, no, her jangbeop her, struck her her swaying wrist her and pushed her chest gently.
The palm that had passed her chest her tapped at a level where she could n’t even feel her pain her, let alone feel it. However, with that light touch, both me and Song Yena naturally stop. That’s her childhood memory of her, so she must have applied rules like ‘just touching her would win’. Could a swordsman-like being who had withstood the destruction of the world compete with all his might against a 10-year-old child?
“Uh, uh uh!”
“Yes, you ate one.”
Right after her final leap her, she embraces Song Yena, who is still staggering, in her arms her while rejoicing that she has lost her balance. Only then did she realize that she had been held naked in the arms of a man. The nape of her neck was burning red.
Leaving her men and women, she ran wild with her naked body exposed, so she must belatedly felt her shame her.
After taking a hot shower in midsummer, she was walking around the living room in her naked body her, and the neighbor’s older sister, whom she always liked, and her older ideal type her, like her brother her, were watching all of them? Unless it’s quite a shame, I have no choice but to kick her blanket her because I’m sold out.
“Um, that’s it, Master…?”
“Why?”
Yena Song, who struggles in her arms her due to her belated shame her. When I glanced down at her, my uniform chest her was loose, just like Song Yena’s. She’s kind of like a thin gown that’s tied with one strap around her waist, and she’s running around in it and doing her somersaults, and of course it’s bound to get messy.
It looks like her naked woman has her head buried in the arms of a disheveled man. It’s a naked appeal that can’t be compared to the act of gently stroking or back hugging.
Song Ye-na, blushing from another urge after her battle frenzy, tried to sneak away from her, but I was the faster she moved. Yes, the appearance of her body is the skin of a lethargic nightmare, but the substance is that of a sword that cuts the bridle with absolute status in her dreams her.
I take a step forward in line with her movement to take a step back.
It is to push my chest her against her cheek her through the cunning of rising her to keep her sword her against her sword her and not drop her blade her. If a martial arts maniac sees it, he will say that this is not martial arts and write a 5,700-character protest letter.
“It’s reaching…”
“Yes, today you finally reached me.”
Because it’s a dream, her face her burns even more red at the possible feat. A sense of achievement and a boiling sexual desire at the same time. Just as soldiers who won a war seek her prostitute, I feel her intense elation her converted into sexual desire.
Just as she is, she lowers her head and puts her lips to her ear her. A pleasant smell wafted through the sweaty hair tickling the tip of her nose her. The body odor of a sweet woman who couldn’t be called a stench was definitely that of a dreamer. It must mean that the mental barrier she built around herself to withstand her cursed drink her is breaking down.
She didn’t back down any longer.
“Yes, I did it.”
Her cheeks, which seemed to smile brightly, were flushed red. She lifts her head and looks up at me, wiggling in her arms like a baby bird waiting for her food her. Her rough breath made her warm body even hotter on the inside of her uniform her, riding on her chest her.
At the same time, her hand her slips down her back her, down her back her and toward her hip her.
Women who are quite interested in men’s breasts and buttocks, like the world where men and women are reversed. Song Yena is no exception. She puts her hand on my buttocks while putting her cheek against her wide chest her. She gulps down her saliva with her nervousness as if she’s doing something mean.
“So… Do you want anything?”
“What do you want?”
“Yes. The disciple has progressed greatly, but as a teacher, I should take care of something.”
As I whispered into her hair as if to let go of her tension and move naturally, her hands her froze. At the same time, I feel that her images are stained with erotic delusions, like water flowing from a cracked dam. It was a very good sign that the last patience was smashed when the teacher approved it.
To urge my hands that had stopped just above my hips, I quietly pulled on the belt of my uniform.
So that the disheveled clothing could not stand it any longer and flowed down.
“Anything, …And anything.”
The sound of swallowing saliva echoed like thunder in his arms of her.
