Constellation of the Reverse World 70

Chapter 70 – Chapter 70: Obedience

Is there a guy who doesn’t like spending time with a beautiful woman?
No one is offended when that woman honors me with love, and more than she does, with her submission and admiration of her.

Because human desire is honest.

“Mood, give… “

“Huh, yes. Really good.”

She desperately me, as her eyes her tremble with her pleasure her and she can’t even pronounce it properly asks.
I feel psychological satisfaction more than the genitals caught in the hot flesh of that admirable figure.
At my whisper, the wrinkles of hot flesh press my things as if they are grasping them.

It is no coincidence that the obscene rumor that women who exercise are different comes to mind.

“Go on, go on… “

As if he thought I liked the posture of putting both legs together, his trembling hands gripped my buttocks and underwear until the end.
Seeing that devotion, he stabbed her back strongly once more. Her hand his holding her ass her bumped into her pubic bone her.

“It’s okay, let go and relax.”

“Yes, yes… “

I didn’t even move in earnest, but I could feel the legs warming up to her.
Perhaps because of the flow of her magic power her, her body her was hot like a furnace.
Like a monkey clinging to a tree, he grabbed her by the legs of her and pressed down on her waist of her.

Her legs slowly descend. A waist folded in half and an obscene crack that was shyly exposed toward the top.
Even though she is a woman, she was lethargic under a man, breathing heavily, but there was no dissatisfaction on her face her.

The sensation felt from the heated skin of her is joy.
Rather than sexual pleasure, he was getting mental pleasure from being used by the Constellation.

Her hand her holding her hip her goes down so as not to get in the way of my back her teasing.
Then she gently reaches out and grabs my thighs and pulls her gently.
Even though the waist of her was folded in half, my embarrassing part was exposed.

She was prioritizing me.

The harsh and desolate life of Apocalypse.
A woman opening her crotch on a piece of rusty canned food. A man who consumes more precious food than his life because of his sexual desire his.
Lee Ha-rin’s submissive and devoted attitude came as a very strong shock to me who was used to such scenes.

Like pouring oil on a blazing fire, desire wells up.

This desire did not come from the source of the man I killed.
A desire created by the instincts I had as a dreamer and as a constellation.
A strong desire rushes in, as if hot flames are burning from the back to the head.

He grabs the hand that gently pulls the thigh of her and crosses it.
With her legs clasped in her own arms and her waist folded, she makes a creaking noise as she presses against my weight.

For a while, I was worried that it might be a bit extreme.

Lee Ha-rin didn’t push me away even though she was pressed down by my weight.
I just held her own legs her with both of her arms her, holding her wrists to me, and tightened them.
She, who already had her narrow skin, even tightened her legs on her own, so I wondered if she could move.

Seeing that admirable figure, he leaned on her leg at an angle and moved her waist slowly.
As if pulling out a leg from deep mud, her tight grip her clings to me and won’t let go.

Look benevolent? Image-making as a constellation?

I feel my heated head empty.

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Becoming a constellation, becoming a dreamer, holding a woman in a dream world.

How many times have you had sex with the ideal man Hwashin wanted?
Never had I been so drained and satisfied.

Covered in sweat, I lay down next to Lee Ha-rin.
Because it is in a dream, despite the near-infinite energy, the droopy object does not wake up anymore, saying that it has done its job.

I hugged a naked beauty, but to the point where I had no libido. How wild was she?

Lee Ha-rin, who has regained some of her physical strength of her, whispers to me in her arms of her.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, great.”

She smiled happily at my answer.
An obedient figure that does not have any doubts about his unusual appearance.
Her obsession with her with information sometimes gives goosebumps, but in the end it’s forgivable because she’s a beauty.

Aren’t all men like that?
The women of this world will do the same when they see a handsome man.

With one gesture, both Lee Ha-rin and I could be washed clean, but neither of us wanted that.
I’m just embracing her in a naked state that is getting cold and wet with sweat.
Both me and her were feeling great satisfaction in the situation where they were just cuddling.

A soft feel in the palm of your hand. In terms of her breast size, Lee Ha-rin is the smallest.
Lee Ha-rin is enough to hold in her hand her, Han Ye-ji fits in her hand her, and Kim Ha-eun is difficult to hold with one hand.
That said, isn’t her cliff chest her a pleasure to play with?

All of her libido her was relieved and disappeared, so why would I want to touch her breasts her?
He slowly wiggled both of her hands, enjoying the warmth of her arms.
As much as she enjoys it, as if she enjoyed it, she lightly placed her hand on the back of my hand.

She feels her back her against her chest her, her hand her against hers, and the sound of her heart her beating at ease.

A heart beating slowly, as if expressing a languid state of mind.

She, who had been absent-mindedly in her arms, suddenly starts to fidget.
Is it because she keeps fiddling with her breasts? She didn’t touch the bottom of her belly on purpose because she enjoyed it enough to be a beast.
As she thinks about it, she feels a cold touch underneath her.

“So…?”

Hearing my voice her, she smiles and moves her hand gently.
In her hand was a cold wet tissue.

My stuff, which had been stabbed in thousands, let alone hundreds, trembled and was surprisingly cold.

“Oh, my mistake… I’m sorry.”

I wonder if I realized that the tissue was too cold only when I touched my hand at the same time as the wet tissue.
The soiled wipes in her hand are replaced with clean, warm towels.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Since it’s in a dream, you can just make the filth disappear. Or you could make a shower room.
It’s annoying and unnecessary, but she politely starts wiping my body.
As if gently soothing sensitive skin that has been irritated.

A towel softer than microfiber can wipe away any loose items.
I gently rubbed the flesh pillar covered in white foam that might have been semen or love juice.
To clear away the filth, but with exquisite power that won’t rub your skin.

From the tip of the glans to the flesh pillar, beyond the messy groin and balls, to the thighs and abs.
The dirty wet towel is replaced with a new, warm one several times, wiping my body.
Carefully, as if polishing a championship trophy or jewelry.

A hot towel wipes the body, and hands with moderate grip strength from exercising quite a bit languidly knead the muscles.
Before I knew it, the simple shower with a warm towel turned into a massage that massaged my muscles.

…What is it, are you good at it?

It’s like washing your body, and it’s like a massage.
As an ordinary college student in my previous life, I have never been to a professional massage parlor.
Still, I can judge whether or not I am good enough in the hand that relaxes the muscles.

Are you very good at it?

A woman’s soft touch adds a little stronger pretense like the world of gender reversal
The emperor’s massage, which I have only heard about somewhere, is not envious.

Her nakedness her, without her blanket, let alone her clothes her, left her limp body her to her.
When I lifted my languidly closed eyelids, I saw Lee Ha-rin’s flushed face in his.
How do you show your health recovering while volunteering?

Doesn’t being active in the world of dreams mean that mental strength is replenished?

Stamina is lost through sex, and stamina is restored through service.
The futile thought of infinite power in a lucid dream passes through my mind.
After being swept away by pleasure once, my body feels languid and warm, so I keep thinking about stupid things.

Did you understand the warm air that warms your naked skin, the hands that caress your waist, and my drowsy state?
Even a sweet voice whispering in my ear and chatting.
I enjoyed the luxurious sensation until the day dawned and the sound of the alarm ended the lucid dream.

As if coming out of a sauna, I felt a pleasant coolness and stretched.
The state of returning to the space of the Constellation instead of being in a lucid dream.
In the screen, you can see Lee Ha-rin’s back as she gets out of bed and prepares for morning exercise.

In my dreams, I moved without resting like that.

If she’s in a good mood, she hums her song and runs through her playground.
Since she always holds ancestral rites and studies, she became close with her instructors instead of cadets.
Why does she run through her playground, bowing with the instructors and not with other incarnations?

Lightly run, run, run-

“What is that?”

Did you say it was a playground that was accurately measured at 1 km per lap?
It was her daily routine to run 3 km, 3 laps every morning.

Looking at the screen, I see her running around faster than usual for a long time without thinking.

[Rin Ihaha completely digested the second emotion of her dreamer]
[Talent Flowering: Devotion 獻身]