Chapter 393 – Chapter 393: Catching the Tail 5
As I got up from the bed and got up from the floor, countless thoughts ran through my head.
Now, if I run into it, I’m going to predict the possibility of whether or not I can check what’s inside that bitch’s stomach.
The appearance of the Fallen Constellation is Missy with a sexy body that looks like she can pat her butt with her bare hands, let alone a dagger. She was a latin beauty full of flair, as if her wrists her were caught in the washing machine or under the bed and her big ass her would stick out.
The problem is that I don’t know the abilities of that constellation properly.
I know how to strengthen my body with magic, but I haven’t learned dagger skills or footwork. If it’s a weakling specializing in magic, if it’s a dog fight between simply strengthened bodies, there’s a chance… If the opponent was a Constellation that knew how to fight, they would rush at it recklessly and lose their daggers for no reason.
There’s even one incarnation that’s been hypnotized, so I’ll have to look at it some more.
“You’re blind, why?”
“Hmm, don’t you even know my fault? It’s like an uncivilized race.”
An arrogant gaze glaring at people with a unique laugh. The set is full of discriminatory and superior ideologies, and the high-handed attitude is added to it, making her look like a bad-tempered queen somewhere.
By the way, the other side also had a itchy mouth, so I couldn’t see any sign of attacking me, so I stopped my hand towards the dagger. Svetlana and the Northern Continental Command are the best to find clues in a few carelessly spilled words, so it would be good to get some information.
Thinking of listening to the story so calmly, the first thing that catches my eye is the naked body exposed under a thin piece of cloth.
“Anyway, you dreamers have no realization that they are sinners from birth.”
Whether it’s because of her confidence in her or under the circumstances, she came into her cabin and sat down on a suitable bed. Her heavy ass her curls up, and she notices her bed cover distorted.
She didn’t separate, but a body that rocked to and fro like a sea with waves. As her gaze her wanders from side to side, she lifts her chin and looks down at me, becoming even more elated as if it were an expression of her fear.
“Is it because they are dirty beings who directly deny the mission of all living things?”
“What do you mean by denying the mission?”
“Are you pretending you don’t know, or are you really not ignorant? It’s like a dirty seed that directly denies the karma of breeding.”
By fertility, do you mean roughly giving birth?
If you think about it that way, the argument of this fallen constellation makes a lot of sense. Yes, the dreamma’s semen changes into magic and disappears, so contraception is a passive race. On top of that, living in a dream, not reality, and taking other people with you would be annoying.
If there is a species that gave up reality while living in a dream with 100% contraceptive rate before the bitch with the doctrine of having as many children as possible and prospering in real life, it would be completely opposite.
“Is that why you were aiming at me?”
“Because it is a sin just to exist.”
No matter how beautiful she is, the way she smiles triumphantly is a bit disgusting.
Of course, as she crossed her arms in her high-handed posture and glared at me, it was only a matter of seconds for her large breasts to gather and the nasty image of her to be pushed away.
Will you stab me if I don’t talk more?
I’ve roughly figured out why they’re targeting me, but I don’t think any information that might be useful in clearing out the doomsdayists will come out. She fidgeted and wiggled her fingers, checking the location of her dagger her. Looking at it earlier, he checked everything from my eyes to the minute movements of my hands and looked at my reaction to his, so I thought he would notice even if I rushed at him.
“So, pay the penalty with your body.”
“…What?”
“I’ll give you plenty of children, you sloth.”
… It looks like it’s stabbed with something else.
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In front of my eyes is a fallen constellation with a violent body…’S body.
It’s a funny story, but maybe it’s because of the dreamer’s instinct, I felt it roughly the moment skin to skin contacted. An instinctive intuition that the woman I met now is not a real woman. It was as if a herbivore selects grass, as a dream horse, selects people to attract into his dreams his.
I can’t take you to my dreams, but that doesn’t matter.
Thanks to you, I can enjoy it comfortably.
“There’s no point in resisting. You won’t be able to enter my dreams.”
But hey, I don’t think you know that this is my avatar. I paint my chest with a smile, probably thinking that I am a dreamer who can’t escape from being caught by myself.
It seems that there is another difference between the dream horse he knows and the dream horse of this continent. Even just listening to what you say, you can almost feel it. If you want to run away, you can abandon your avatar and run away alone into your dream, but why is it that you insist on not taking yourself into your dream?
In this guy’s world, the dreamer must have been a kind of mental parasite. Living in someone else’s dream, not your own. Then it is understandable that there is a basic dislike.
“So serve meekly, uncivilized thing.”
But the atmosphere is good, so I just want you to shut your mouth.
She’s a shaman type, just like I saw in the Southern Continent, she approaches me with a dye pot in one hand and a brush in the other. With her chin her, she pummels the hypnotized woman, takes off my water-soaked clothes, and starts brushing her on my chest.
That’s why the big breasts that come closer naturally.
It’s so big that you get the crazy idea that if you get buried in that chest, you could really die of shortness of breath. The large breasts that moved to and fro on the forearm whenever the brush was moved to and fro to draw a tattoo. The lewd appearance automatically gives strength to the bottom.
“… You seem to be motivated. I will make you repent with your body.”
A red tongue licking her thick lips as if she hadn’t even missed that response.
As if tossing her dye pot and her paintbrush her to her her incarnation her, she grabs my shoulder, lifts her up, and lays me down on her bed. The attitude of treating men as if they were things, rather than treating them delicately and affectionately like a woman in the world.
That arrogant attitude combined with her overbearing eyes makes her look quite attractive.
“So, are you trying to get pregnant yourself?”
“Of course, it’s disrespectful. To be fruitful and multiply is the mother’s first mantra, who gave life to this land. As a high priest, why not take the lead?”
She throws off her flimsy clothes without any shame. I don’t know where to put my eyes on her her, as her her breasts and buttocks her, which I would n’t be able to hug with her arms her if she were a small avatar, were exposed nakedly under the lights. Not only her breasts and hips her, but also her slim waist and firm thighs, she had a body that made men go crazy wherever she looked.
That body is also a fake body made like my avatar… Surely there will be no twist that the main body is an ugly little boy and an old woman. Most of these clones have the same appearance as the main body.
Not only me, but the burning tyrant, the throbbing lion heart, and our elven sister, for some reason, all the constellations that descend are supposed to descend with their bodies intact, because this world’s system is such. Is it some sort of set rule, like a store that sells things with points?
“So, you will have to work hard to pay for your sins.”
With her mouth her, she let go of her bluff her, but with her hand her, she caressed the towering cock inside her pants her. The elongated fingers that had crawled inside her underwear like snakes, naturally wrapped around her egg sac and pillar her.
It is a bit fresh to taste the hands of such an experienced older sister after dealing only with virgin cadets who have little experience with men. Hand movements that make even underwear wet and sticky… What did you put on your hands?
On the subject of throwing the dye jar to see if he has any abilities related to subspace, he has something like lotion on his hand that is sticky.
“Well, even if you’re not sincere, I’ll squeeze it out.”
The palm that grips the egg sac and the palm that moves quickly at the same time. The viscous liquid chugg-chapped and moved so fast that it dirty my thighs.
A woman who has dealt with a lot of men, efficiently extracting semen with her hands her.
I could n’t stand the sudden feeling of ejaculation and tried to pack the semen, but her hands stopped immediately and I pressed down on her cock her with the rings of her fingers as if strangling her.
“… Anyway, the dreamer tribe.”
Perhaps the touch of her cock her twitching in her grasp her was a sign of her ejaculation her, but her fallen Constellation glared at me and clicked her tongue. Then, he gets up from his seat his, glares at me lying on the bed, and sneaks into his seat his.
When I looked up from below, I couldn’t even see her face. Her waist and belly her were slimmed down without any flab, as if she had n’t neglected to exercise. Squat down slowly, and the muscles of the strong thighs her rise up. And an apricot-colored pussy that was shyly hidden between her legs and was slightly exposed because of her posture her.
I was a little worried that there would be a tattered bulgogi pussy, but the shape and color matched her skin beautifully.
But this bastard, Ji, who has auburn hair, why do you hold red hair and green eyes as sacred?
