Chapter 494 – Episode 494: Uniform Fetish 4
Why does Greek and Roman mythology come to mind every time I see flowing clothes? Maybe it’s because the only similar outfit I know of is a toga. It’s an outfit with pure white cloth wrapped around the body so that it looks like the shoulders are slightly sticking out.
Of course, the toga I know is so big and bulky that it’s uncomfortable, but the outfit worn by our elf Nunna was a little different. It feels like the body is wrapped around the body at an angle to the extent that one shoulder and the top of the knee are exposed.
The never-withering giant tree just smiled and said that it looked good on her, but objectively speaking, it seemed like it was a bit dangerous. In a world where men and women are reversed, doesn’t it look like an elf boy wearing light, tight clothing that exposes his shoulders, armpits, and thighs?
If you go to the academy in this form, some friends with suspicious sexual orientation will snort and approach you, wanting to become the secret incarnation of the Constellation.
“It suits you well, our lime. It’s rewarding to have made it myself.”
“… Directly? “Did you knit this large piece of cloth yourself?”
“Because what we have left is time. “After taking care of the plants, I leisurely weaved fabric in my spare time.”
As I was thinking about that and looking down at her body in her clothes, she smiled brightly and stretched out her hand to gently stroke my head.
Although she is an elf who looks like a college student on the outside, she is actually an elf who has been taking care of the last survivor of the Human Alliance from the Demon King for hundreds of years. In addition to her affection and sexual desire, her eyes were clearly filled with joy and sorrow about her past.
… When I think about it this way, I feel like a fucking asshole for thinking about things like lolicon-specific outfits based on other people’s memories. Especially since I heard that it was handmade.
“So, it’s not uncomfortable, right?”
“It’s very comfortable. Maybe it’s because it has the body of an elf, but it seems lighter.”
“Hehe, they say it’s a cloth woven from grass that elves like.”
“… “Is this a level you created yourself from there?”
She doesn’t have the body of an elf child, but the body of a boy and a young man, so she keeps moving her hands even though she has to step slightly to stroke her head.
The soft, slender fingers characteristic of an elf play through her hair and come down to her ears. Maybe it’s because my ears are pointed upwards more than usual, but I’m concerned about fingers touching the tips of my ears.
Of course, this person feels a little guilty. When she playfully tapped her ear, I lowered her head as if pampering her soft touch as it tickled her ear. As you take a deep breath with your nose buried in your cleavage, a sweet scent penetrates deep into your lungs.
“Is it that good?”
“Yes, good.”
As I buried my nose in his chest and awkwardly bent down to hug the slender elf’s body, I could hear the joy that I couldn’t hide in my sister’s voice as she hugged me. I guess he thinks it’s like this because he likes the clothes he made himself.
In this situation, that’s probably a good thing. A friendly hand gently massaging the nape of the neck, countering the insidious hand that secretly wraps around the waist.
She moves her feet slowly, one step at a time, as she embraces her with an elf-style relaxedness, enjoying the soft feel of her body being wrapped around her body. She probably thought it was uncomfortable to sit next to the left table in the living room, so she naturally headed to her bedroom.
She has no reason to be in her living room, so she slowly walks with her feet in sync. In the meantime, she doesn’t stop, her fingers wiggling and her tiny toes occasionally tickling her ankles. As we headed to her bedroom, feeling like newlyweds, she threw herself on her bed.
Not her me, but herself.
“Don’t stand, let’s lie down and rest.”
She probably thought that I was pampering her due to her fatigue when I put my head on her cleavage, so I lie down on her bed and become her cushion.
Since she doesn’t have the body of a big muscular man, I lie down without hesitation, and the hand that was massaging the back of her neck wraps around my back and grabs me. In a world where men and women are reversed, it is not an insidious hand coveting a man’s body, but an appearance of hugging and rubbing against a large dog.
However, it wasn’t like I was in a bad mood, so I moved my head wildly.
A man burying his face in her breasts and enjoying the soft feel of her body, and a woman sneaking her hand inside a single piece of clothing and caressing her entire body as if it were tickling. Her soft and fresh atmosphere is instantly mixed with sticky lust.
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The traditional clothing of elves was a pure white cloth similar to that seen in Greek and Roman mythology. The reason I can’t say it was a piece of cloth is because it was a long size with three or four blankets added.
Was it a university history class or an internet humor bulletin board? I saw somewhere that traditional Roman clothing was over 15 meters long and had servants dress it, but it was simplified compared to that. It has a light appearance, like wrapping a large towel around your waist and chest in a sauna or swimming pool.
In other words, since it is just wrapped around a cloth, there is no way to prevent it from digging into your armpits or sides. At best, other people can’t put their hands inside the sleeves of a T-shirt, but since the fabric is wrapped around this, they can put their hands on the chest through the armpits.
“The boy’s body is soft yet hard.”
“This is not a solid body.”
“It’s much harder than a woman. “The chest.”
The hand reaches out to caress the chest and moves down the erector muscles of the back. Then, naturally, I patted her buttocks and the cloth that was fastened in place slowly came loose.
Even if it is a traditional outfit, it is a simple shape that is just wrapped in cloth and fixed. Since the cloth is small, it sticks to the body, which is a natural result since you put your hand inside it and stroked it, rubbed it, and stirred it.
Now, instead of wearing her clothes, I was lying on her cloth, but neither I nor she had any reason to care about her. Instead, she just quietly moved her hands to take off her skirt, as if telling her to take it off too.
Of course, this was a piece of cloth wrapped around her body, and since she was wearing a light dress, she couldn’t completely remove it, so all she could do was take off her shoulder straps and let it fall below her waist.
“Lime, our lime. When elves choose a companion, they believe that it will be someone who will fill in what they lack.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Is it possible that the reason men and women like each other’s breasts is because they are different from their own breasts?”
“… ? “Maybe?”
It is satisfying just to expose the pale breasts that are unique to elves. Perhaps because it was a leisurely day spent tending to plant alone, I was only wearing a one-piece dress and no underwear.
Firm big breasts that maintain their plump shape even when lying down. As she extends her hand toward her beautiful figure, which does not fall down the side even when the bra does not hold it in place, she also extends her arm.
A strange posture where forearms brush against each other’s breasts and caress each other’s breasts. I can feel her breath gradually getting warmer as she giggles and jokes. No matter how relaxed and calm you spend your time, in the end, this is a dream horse wearing an elf shell.
She lowers her head again, watching the soft tips of her breasts slowly become hard with excitement. This time, not towards the cleavage that hugs both cheeks warmly, but to tease the nipples that are firmly raised.
“Huh, my body feels languidly hot, so I wonder if this is a sauna…” …”
“That’s a really novel analogy.”
When I gently bit her with my lips, she let out a soft whimper. At this point, other incarnations become completely horny and rush towards them, or they become lethargic and become mushy, but are elves any different?
As they are a laid-back race, they seem to have a high sensory threshold, and although they are clearly excited, they appear to be relaxed. If I forcibly hit her with her dream magic, she would go limp, but she wouldn’t need to.
I grab her voluptuous breasts with both hands, which do not disturb even when she lies down. Breasts that move while maintaining their plumpness depending on the movement of the hand, like an elastic rubber ball. As her baby moves her breasts around, biting her nipple with his lips as if sucking on her nipple, her breathing gradually becomes heavier.
Her breath, so hot that it touches the top of her head and the tips of her pointed ears, pours over my head as I am absorbed in her breasts. Then, without hesitation, the hand that was caressing my chest went down, down.
“I’ll put it in like this.”
In order to hold in her hands the vicious monster’s cock that was rubbing against the soft elf’s thighs and lower abdomen while being blocked by a piece of cloth.
Just like our elf Nunna, who couldn’t hide her excitement no matter how leisurely she moved her body, this one was also very excited by touching, biting, and sucking. The bottom was completely soaked with just the pre-cum, so I told you everything.
So, the soft, thin fingers move slowly and gently caress the pillar as if encouraging him to cheer up, then bend it and guide it to where the cock should be.
Tsugeeoeoeook♥
Insertion speed is so slow that it can be frustrating. The speed was slow enough to enjoy each and every wrinkle of the elf girl’s flesh surrounding her glans.
However, the pleasure that came from it was not light, so I ended up inserting myself while cumming before I could hit my uterus. Maybe it’s because I’ve developed the habit of not holding back since my semen is produced in unlimited quantities, but I feel like I’m ejaculating prematurely for some reason, so I’m feeling a little sad.
