Chapter 392 – Chapter 392: Catching the Tail 4
――Constellation-nim said that her estrous period had come!
The estrous period of a dream horse cannot even be compared to that of the Beasts. No, you can suppress it with your reason, so you’re walking around without a hitch. Even if you collect only the incarnations, you’re approaching 20, but it seems like you’re still lacking, so maybe there’s no chance left. Somehow, there are more naked bitches in the arena.
The news of the nonexistent dream horse’s estrus, which Hwang Bo-hye pricked, spread to the incarnations faster than a footless horse.
She did n’t really tell me to keep it a secret, and she said openly that she would keep looking for women because she was in heat, so her mouth her must have itched.
It’s not that I’m itching with malice, it’s because I’m itching with the thought of helping the Constellation-sama.
“Uh, Constellation? Are you really in heat?”
“Where’s a dreamer like that? Not even from the Beasts.”
“But you can transform into a beast race. I wonder if he brought the beast traits like the elves’ traits.”
“That’s… Pretty convincing.”
It’s a rumor that was spread with the meaning of approaching me more easily, but it’s gaining credibility unexpectedly.
Well, the only dreamer active in reality said it with my own mouth, and there is no crazy bitch who wants to refute it.
When a woman explains about menstrual cramps, how many men would refute this clenched and menstrual cramps?
“The story was overheated and there was a bit of a fight…”
“Is there a fight to keep me going?”
“There are some unusual boys. They say it’s a bit insidious to approach the Constellation while aiming for estrus and curse the girls.”
“Ah, that one…”
Even if souls full of talent are put into beautiful and wonderful bodies, sometimes their tendencies don’t change. How absurd it was to hear the story of the machoist movement after coming to this continent for the first time.
Of course, there are only whole groups who can’t even dream of making an innocent #MeToo like in a previous life or insulting a soldier.
If you do an innocent #me-too, you may be stamped by the Constellation that you cherish incarnate, and in this world, a soldier is a recruiting system, a dream job where both men and women use it as a stepping stone to become an incarnation. Although there are more women in the military because of the difference in the ratio of men and women in combat and research positions, it is the same that they cannot be separated by machoism.
Maybe that’s why, I’m glad it ended at the level of eccentric and fussy boys.
“You don’t have to worry about that. Any other interesting stories?”
“Yeah, well… There’s nothing except the documentary filming team captured the arena as an additional shot.”
It’s been a while since I received a watch and a dagger as if something was going to happen right away and poked around like a main character trying to find some kind of spy. Whether it was a battle of patience or whether he had his own philosophical plans, no incidents broke out and no suspicious person appeared.
There’s not a single person who seduces me first without waiting for me to choose, using a duel as an excuse, or approaches me after hearing rumors about my heat.
‘It’s a world where respect for personal space is very good… It’s a bit frustrating.’
A watch is not a well-known item that everyone knows, so it is disguised as a gift and worn every day, and a dagger disguised as a dagger for shamanistic purposes thanks to its luxurious jewel-encrusted handle.
Just as women in the Joseon Dynasty wore silver swords as jewelry and self-defense, no one thought it strange that I, a weak man who had not learned martial arts, wore a dagger.
But the clock was still running, and the dagger stabbed all the incarnations I slept with, but there was no response.
Feeling a bit disappointed, I saw the incarnations off and walked slowly alone, so my vision suddenly darkened.
… Uh?
The reality that I learned after adjusting not to feel negative sensations such as the sound of the wind buzzing in my ears or the dizziness felt by my hair.
I was abducted with a cloth bag over my head and without a sound. The exact opposite of the expectation that he would move directly due to the rumors of the duel was happening.
I am curious about how this is possible in that strict academy, so the cloth bag peels off roughly while scratching my face.
‘Hey, it’s a fucking fantasy world.’
Blinking your eyes a few times, you can see the open view and the fishy smell of water that pierces your nose. … The kidnapper was running across the sea with me on his shoulder like a sack of rice.
I was wondering how they kidnapped me, but they kidnapped me in a really ignorant way.
“Hey, but what are you going to do by kidnapping this avatar?”
I didn’t want to experience the experience of struggling and falling into the water, so I sneakily looked around my body. It looks like the watch and the dagger are still there, whether it’s because he’s a man or he’s in a hurry.
At the timing when I was alone, did I put something on my head and run with it as it is? The figure of jumping over the waves and cutting through the wind makes it look like a powerful Moorim person, to the point that quite a few incarnations couldn’t even give out their business cards.
It’s a kidnapper who runs away on the sea, but the one covering my face must not have been an ordinary piece of cloth. Is it something to block out noise or prevent pursuit?
“If you take this off, at least have a conversation… Hmm?”
Because he is in an avatar state in a perfect state, he does not feel a sense of crisis even while being kidnapped.
If I hadn’t been able to turn off my senses, my stomach would have hurt quite a bit from being weighed down by my reliable shoulders. It’s like a strangely enlarged pupil that doesn’t react even if you wave your hand in front of your eyes instead of looking around.
“Dude, this is hypnosis.”
In a way, it’s a natural story, but it was the moment when the kidnapper’s background was confirmed as an apocalypse.
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The kidnapper, who was hypnotized and didn’t respond even when he pressed his eyelids with his fingers, let alone respond.
It seems that I can resist using a dagger, such as digging out my eyes with a dagger or cutting my throat while hanging, but I had no reason to resist as I was waiting to be kidnapped.
If the woman who caught me was the Fallen Constellation of an apocalypse, she would open her stomach right away and salt her with seawater… You’re not a victim of kidnapping, just by looking at it.
A few things I learned while rummaging through her pockets her while clinging to the unresponsive woman, and taking off her shirt her that was soaked in seawater.
‘Point, you fucked up. I didn’t expect this.’
When I asked why he hypnotized a woman and not a man, it seems that he has a talent for being a bit tempted.
Once you put your head down, the boots you see are a wing-shaped pattern shining brightly at the ankle, perhaps an item purchased with a point. The upper body with the wet shirt off shows good-looking abs and fairly large breasts, but the Southern Continental tattoo covers most of the skin. Looking at the lines of the tattoo, it seems to extend to the back and lower body as well.
On top of that, out of the ten fingers that hold me, all eight of my fingers, excluding my thumb, have rings on them, and whenever I run, three necklaces flicker on top of my bouncing chest.
This is only what you can see, but there must be a lot of things that are invisible. Wouldn’t most of the points of the three hypnotized male constellations be put here? The three Constellations that were seduced as an exercise to corrupt the Constellations were used as sacrifices to kidnap other Constellations.
I don’t know if she’s a woman she hid as a trump card or if she hastily seduced her and ruined her points her, but she’s really a thrifty bitch.
“…I’m here.”
“I can speak.”
“I will enter.”
She suddenly muttered if there were any items for communication among the items that decorated her body her. I squeezed her eyelids together pretending to dig out her eyeballs, but she didn’t open her mouth, and then she suddenly said something, which surprised her a little.
And at the same time as that murmur, a small cruise ship suddenly appears on the sea as if pulling back the curtains on her. When the kidnapper sees it, he kicks the waves and jumps toward the small boat that you would see in a tourist spot along the river.
After landing, the place I dangled dangling into was a cabin full of various beds for some reason. Considering the constellation of doomsdayists who revere orgies, I can roughly guess why that bed exists.
“—Oooh, whoop whoop!”
As she contemplates whether or not to pierce her armpit with a dagger and then descend on her shoulder her, a distinctive laugh is heard.
At the same time, the kidnapper who puts me down as if throwing a bag on the floor. I’m glad I turned off my dizziness and pain, otherwise ugh! Wouldn’t he have stomped his buttock with a pitiful sound?
“Finally, I’ve got this thorny man in my hands.”
“…What?”
A voice that tickles the ears. When she walked into the bedroom, in a good way, she was a woman resembling the Venus of Abundance.
Big height, big breasts, big ass.
In the meantime, her limbs her are slim and her waist her is narrow, a body that is hard to find even on Western porn sites in her previous life her. Her breasts her were bigger than Hwang Bo-hye’s, and her hips her were so firm that there was no one to compare them to. Of course, there’s no way a woman in this world, even a Constellation, would do pelvic surgery.
Fascinated by her tanned, copper-colored skin her, staring blankly at her her violent body her, the woman presumed to be her her fallen constellation her tears the corners of her mouth and laughs.
“Whoa, are you afraid?”
Being crushed by that big beetle might be a bit scary even if you’re a dreamer.
