Chapter 73 – Chapter 73: Elf Sister 1
Elves are so different from humans.
Dream horses live like humans in the dream world, but elves are too far from human life.
I could tell just by looking at the memory of the unfading giant tree.
It’s been decades since she had a crush on an elf boy who was her teammate.
Decades for humans is close to a lifetime, but a little long for elves? It seems to be about time to say.
I think Hwashin said that the crime involved was ‘the last 30 years’, but I can’t remember because it was leaked.
Most of the cultures are different because the most basic concept of time is different.
The difference between elves and humans is greater than the difference between the fantasy world and the modern world.
This point was also shown in the letters exchanged with the giant tree that does not wither.
– Hey, isn’t it annoying to write a letter?
Taking care of the three incarnations as usual leaves some time in the evening.
When you are ready to sleep after your daily routine and training. Because then I have nothing to touch.
It’s going to be a lucid dream soon, so what are you going to do by sending an alter ego?
– I don’t care. Why?
At such times, he communicates with a giant tree that does not wither through letters.
Since I was bored, even writing a letter by hand was fun, and it was fun to read the round letter.
It is bound to be fun to hear about the past from a constellation that has watched over the continent for at least 100 years.
– I wonder if I’m sending too many letters…
Letter paper full of feelings of shame with the scent of the forest.
It’s only in the evening, and there are days when we don’t communicate by letter, so it’s not like we do it every day.
Even that is considered “Too often”.
I’m talking to you by letter every two or three days,
She was worried that she would become a nuisance woman who would talk too often.
To be honest, how can it be bothersome to communicate with a cute and pretty girl every 2-3 days?
– Doesn’t it really bother you?
– If it bothered you, you wouldn’t have replied.
– Boys have a disingenuous side, so I don’t know
With the elf’s unique notion of time, and the masculinity of the chastity-reversed world added, it’s hard for the other side to figure it out.
From my point of view, a pretty elf girl gives me points, lends me powers, and even decorates my studio.
I feel like I have become a pillar book that only accepts and eats one-sidedly.
However, from her point of view of her, she seems to be worried that she will become an annoying senior who talks to her every day out of boredom and unilaterally gives gifts she did not ask for.
The biggest reason seems to be that the Constellation sends another Constellation as its agent.
Constellations are treated as divine beings.
No matter how wretched a soul was in the past, it was because the nobleman who created this world bestowed his authority.
An entity that protects mankind by creating incarnations and endowing them with superpowers, magic, and martial arts.
The same Constellation uses such a revered Constellation as an errand boy?
Is it possible for the president of XX Electronics to give business instructions to the president of XX Life Insurance, the same affiliate, as a secretary and errand boy?
Even though the capital scale of the company is different, it is the same president, but my current situation is that the president is treated as an errand boy.
It’s my perception. Anyway, it was more of a burden to her, who was familiar with the lives of her Constellations in this world.
I want to support them with points, but giving them away for free will hurt my pride.
So I asked for a job, but when I thought about it, I wonder if it’s the same Constellation, but I hate it?
A situation where you worry about something you did without thinking.
One way to appease her is to worry about her in the opposite direction to her perception of me and her of her.
…What is it, sex.
It is not because of the comfortable life of the Constellation in the terrible life of the apocalypse that the semen was filled instead of the brain.
Just as elves have elf ideas, don’t dreamers have their own ways?
Rather than explaining in words, ‘I am different from other men’ and ‘I have these feelings’
It was easy and quick to just lead him to the bed and grind a dreamer’s heart.
Of course, I admit that there are some desires.
I had a crush on the elf boy and vaguely felt the feelings of her first love her,
A lonely elf girl whose target committed suicide and became a Constellation.
Is the feeling sent to me the love that a woman feels for a man?
I feel desperately that I can’t even tell if I have a crush on someone I can communicate with.
He has lived a life with more twists and turns than me, he is older and has more life experiences,
A pure white drawing paper that knows nothing about love and sex.
If you don’t look at a woman like that, isn’t there a problem down there?
The relationship with the incarnations, as well as the relationship with the giant tree that does not wither
After becoming a Constellation, she seems to think more of her lower body her than her survival instinct her, so she tries self-hypnosis.
This is the top of the dream.
It’s not very effective, but who cares?
Do you hate naughty women? There is no man who does not succumb to the temptation.
So do you hate naughty men? There is probably no woman who does not succumb to the temptation.
Let’s think simple, keep it simple.
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Grabbing the branch of the World Tree and concentrating on it, the scene in front of me changes.
I send my alter ego through the TV screen, can’t I send my alter ego like a letter from the world tree?
It took a little bit of time, but…
“Aww! Uh, how?”
It must be a fleeting moment for a giant unfading tree whose even started screams sound like vocal music.
Come to think of it, after absorbing the fragments of the nightmare, I can’t hear her singing voice of her.
Is it some kind of tribal dialect interpretation function? The fine voice is still there, but it’s a bit disappointing that the unique tone is gone.
“Wow, it’s wider than I thought, isn’t it?”
“Did you come because of the letter last time… ?”
It’s cute how his ears go down sullenly, no matter what he misunderstood.
I came in openly to grab a piece of rice cake, and every little action caught my eye.
His complexion darkened to the extent that he could see it, as if he had mistakenly thought that I had come to ask him to stop sending letters.
It seems that the long ears that droop after being pricked up, and the eyes that look down without being able to meet them seem to seduce me.
But first you have to be patient.
Because she needs to lay her hands on me to satisfy the shady desires inside me.
That’s what the tribe called Mongma is.
Rather than approaching first, it is the instinct of a dream horse to seduce and make you approach using dreams and fantasies.
You can’t argue with a spider that is waiting for its prey by spinning its web, why doesn’t it fly away in search of its prey like a dragonfly?
“Yes, I came because of the last letter.”
“Oh, sorry…”
A small head looking down sullenly at the floor.
Gently stroking her shiny blonde hair under the soft lighting.
A soft touch at your fingertips. I have never touched silk, but I wonder if this is silk.
‘No.’
Even before her first memory of her, her adults her had died on the battlefield, and she was the eldest among the elves.
As she stroked her hair, she lifted her head in surprise at her unfamiliar touch her.
He met her eyes her, smiled slightly, and looked around her.
“Can you go up to the second floor?”
My room was a rather spacious studio, but hers was a two-story house.
Seeing green plants outside the window, there must be a yard.
My studio doesn’t even have a window.
Living alone, it would be annoying to have such a large space, but seeing as there are a lot of potted plants, it must be a good environment for elves.
“Is the tree in the garden a world tree?”
Through the waist-deep bushes, you can see trees towering above the house.
Branches extending beyond the fence are hidden by the fog.
That eggplant must have come to my room.
“Yes, that tree is the world tree. The bush next to it is the raspberry vine we talked about before, and next to it is the ice rose.”
She was embarrassed by my sudden visit her and stroking her hair her, so she was speechless,
As she leads her story into areas she knows well, she begins to introduce her plants with a twinkle in her eyes.
There were plants I knew, and there were plants that had subtly changed.
“Wow, does this glow?”
“Yeah, it’s a starlight lantern, so when the light fades, the flowers can be dried and used as medicine. It was very difficult to raise, so I spent some points.”
From the red berries I used to suck on nectar because it was sweet without knowing what it was in an apartment complex when I was young,
It looks like a bell flower, but even a flower that glows like an LED light inside.
Like a child who went to a botanical garden for the first time in her life, she seemed excited when she explained that she was surprised every time she saw this.
“There are moonlight lanterns and sunlight lanterns in flowers that are similar to starlight lanterns, but when they eat the flowers, the yin and yang energy is too high, ah?”
As she is squatting in the flower bed and looking at the flowers, she comes near me and explains.
She sneakily gets up pretending to go see what her moonlight lantern is, and leans her body against her.
Perhaps he was absorbed in the explanation, he couldn’t avoid me moving slowly and thumped.
“Mi, sorry?!”
“No, nothing to be sorry about.”
My body her intertwined and my small breasts pressed against my cheeks.
The giant tree that did not wither gave off a refreshing yet sweet scent.
There are things like air fresheners that smell bad if the scent is too much.
Her scent gently tickles the tip of her nose and makes people feel good.
‘Is this why they risk their lives as elves in a fantasy world?’
Startled, she dropped her body her and took a deep breath at the nape of her neck, enjoying her scent her.
White skin that was flushed red, long ears flapping up and down as if embarrassed,
Unable to understand what is going on, the eyes sway back and forth.
He meets her eyes her and smiles once more.
Like a memory in a piece of nightmare.
Like a dreamer
