Constellation of the Reverse World 96

Chapter 96 – Chapter 96: Salon 4

At first, my head couldn’t accept it.

‘What is that…?!’

It was embarrassing to show off my body naked. They say she does n’t have any flab because she tends plants every day, but if you think about the patrol women and soldiers like her mother her, her body her was very weak without any muscles. Maybe it was too embarrassing and my head was turning away.

‘I-I feel better because of me…?’

It was the first time I saw a man’s genitals directly. What’s the point of seeing someone else’s genitals within the barriers of the World Tree? There were humans and beastmen who peeped out when lovers were having fun, but I wasn’t particularly interested in it at the time.

Seeing the piece of flesh longer than the palm of my hand, all sorts of emotions surge in my heart.

The most intense flow in the torrent of emotions is probably a sense of relief.

‘He likes me…!’

I heard that men’s genitals rise only when they are sexually excited. Even though I showed stupid mistakes and unreliable appearances, this dreamer’s body was reacting to me. The feeling of fuel being sprayed on the flame of the container made by the spice-mixed wine.

Using the courage rising in his chest as a stepping stone, he stretched out his hand.

Contrary to the mind, very slowly.

There was also the fact that it was my first time seeing a man’s genitals, but I was worried that I would make a mistake like the kiss before. A man’s genitals are an important vital part that cannot be compared to his lips. During sex education, my mother told me to handle it more gently than a newborn baby leaf.

Yeah, it looks bigger, thicker, and harder than I’ve heard in stories, but-

‘Because I don’t want to hurt you again…’

I’ve never touched it, so I’ll have to touch it first.

A man’s genitals pulsating in the palm of his hand. Since this is also a human body, it must have blood vessels and blood circulates in sync with the heartbeat. Maybe because of that, I feel that the palms touching each other are warm. He closes his hands very slowly, as if wiping the dust off young leaves.

‘I’m holding the penis…’

The feeling of the long flesh completely different from that of a finger, forearm, or tree branch. Worried that he might be sick, I checked the face of the lying boy. A kind face that smiles and says it’s okay every time our eyes meet the flushed cheeks.

I feel relieved because I am sick, but I am patient because of the atmosphere, and there is no sign of dislike at all.

Gently wave your hand up and down. Before we broke up, my mother always told me to treat men with respect and tenderness. Perhaps she said it because she thought of a childhood friend who had now faded from her memories of her.

Of course, that friend died by hanging himself on a branch of the world tree in a world that had been destroyed, and the man in front of him is another man. Thinking of other men on the subject of being with men in bed. Wouldn’t there be nothing to say even if they were slapped on the cheek?

‘Uh, what now?’

As you gently shake it up and down, a throbbing heartbeat is transmitted through your hand. To the point where I feel like his heart His beats with me at some point. If there was a problem, it was the action after this.

‘Uh, are you just going to get on and put it in?’

I heard a lot of obscenities. If he shakes or rubs it with his hand, he will stand on his feet his, or he can climb on top of the man, swallow him through the cracks in his flesh his, and press him down. But what’s in between? Can I shake this here and get on top of it like this?

Even if you received sex education, you did not learn all the procedures individually.

A pure white naked body lying on the bed and squinting her eyes her, letting me touch her genitals her with my hands. The fact that you’re sitting naked on top of someone else’s body suddenly becomes incredibly embarrassing. Not to mention the hands that were moving absentmindedly and the tip of the tongue still lingering on the sweetness.

I didn’t know what to do, but my naked body without a blanket looked cold. Because of that, she impulsively jumped on top of the boy. Instead of squeezing her with her butt, she lay on top of the boy so that her body would overlap.

“Isn’t it heavy?”

“Yeah, it’s not heavy.”

The sound of her heart is heard more clearly as her chest touches her chest.

I held his hand like a piece of paper folded in half. As his fingers intertwined, their lips naturally met. The hot breath that touches your face. They were tickling each other’s faces with each other’s breath.

‘It’s hot…’

And the warm feeling of pushing up your lower abdomen. I felt it even when I touched it with my hand, but the male genitals were hot as if they were going to burn. Is it hot because it’s a dream demon’s penis, or is it because of me that his face is getting red with excitement?

As the area where bare skin touches increases, it is impossible to stop the beating of the heart.

At that moment, I feel a soft hand climbing up my back.

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Humans and elves are different.

Skin-to-skin contact and the exchange of emotions, the difference between races felt more desperately.

‘Something cool…’

I didn’t mean to be in the midst of a beautiful maiden wriggling naked over my body, her eyes tightly closed to overcome shame, but what can I do? In fact, it feels like being surrounded by the scent of the forest, as if you’ve been to forest bathing anywhere.

Perhaps her posture was awkward, but her pure white naked body her, which twitched little by little, was so soft, and even though we rubbed each other’s skin with her naked body her, there was no sticky or unpleasant sensation at all. When a man and a woman spend time in pleasure, isn’t it natural that the sweat becomes sticky and the air becomes hot? To the point of questioning it.

As if stroking a mysterious animal, soft palms wrapped around my things and gently shook them. The situation where they rode on top of my body, exuding a faint anticipation of overcoming confusion. Without the sultry and sticky energy that usually follows, only the pleasure as a man rises, and it is to the point of cognitive dissonance in the senses.

In response to the antinomian feeling of being refreshing and sticky, I reached out and wrapped my hand around her slender waist without her realizing it. It might be rude to all elves besides her if I thought of this, but I felt refreshed in my arms of her, as if I knew why people talk about having elves as sex slaves or as lovers even in a world where elves exist.

My white and small breasts, which cannot be called voluptuous, are being crushed by my chest, and I feel the sound of our two hearts beating in sync with each other little by little.

This must also be the sensitivity of the dreamer, her emotions rushing in like a wave the moment she thinks.

Confusion mixed with overwhelming joy.

‘Hey, it’s not like you can watch porn inside the World Tree.’

He stroked her back and read her mind her. Can a girl who has never masturbated ever become proficient in her obscenities her? I don’t know what to do, but her body her heats up and wiggles, aiming the object secretly at her her secretly as she approaches her her body her.

She is going to die of thirst, but it feels like water droplets are falling on the tip of her tongue and she is going to die. Because you can’t suddenly get up and pounce on me and stab me. I have to be considerate so that she decides on the first drop of paint she pours on her pure white drawing paper on her.

The pure white buttocks twitches, lustfully and cutely, taking their place on top of my body. She is an ignorant maiden who has only heard about and never seen her, but thanks to my subtle help her, she somehow manages to settle down. He smiled lightly at the sticky yet damp feel of the tip of her glans.

“Put it in, everything?”

Her voice broke through the awkward yet sweet air after a long time. Tension and excitement, plus a little joy, made her voice crack, quiver and thrash. If I had heard this voice in any other situation, I would have had a hard time holding back my laughter.

Still, she didn’t pay attention to my own voice. Because of my glans in front of the tightly closed gap of immaculate flesh. As I gently rocked my waist back and forth, the tightly closed flesh clung to my glans and flesh pillars, applying sticky liquid.

It’s a bit scary to put it in at once, and I’m hesitant because I don’t have the confidence to do it.

She grabbed her clasped hands and gently lifted her back.

There was no such thing as the intense pain of breaking through or resistance. I was a little taken aback by the feeling of pressure as if she was gripping it with her hand, behind the subtle touch that made me wonder if it had gone through something in her. The size was moderately reduced, and the insertion itself was easy without resistance, but after that, her inner flesh tightened to the point that it was impossible to move.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

Why does she say what I have to say.

As if she saw that my expression was distorted in embarrassment, now she comes hugging me. Contrary to the kind gesture of hugging her, her inner skin her still tightened and made it impossible to move. She moved her waist her very slowly, misunderstanding my response to the elf’s body her, which was so different from that of a human.

Wrinkles sticking perfectly, as if they were put in silicone for mold making, not the skin of a woman. From the heart beating at the same beat, to the little by little her insides her changing into the shape of my object, to the overflowing torrent of emotions.

Patience is bitter and fruit is sweet.

That one phrase fit perfectly in another world.