Chapter 42 – What Is That, 10duck Bird!! (4)
I almost lost my mind for a moment at the warm sensation that made me dizzy, but I held on to my reason as strongly as I could. If I let my instincts here, I’m sure she’ll be ruined, and even though I’m a lustful bastard, that’s not how I really wanted it, so I can’t stand in a huddled position with my ass pulled back so that my erect cock won’t be seen. There was only
That’s it, and my honest impression is… Wow, two poems. A real sucker is awesome.
Compared to Rey or Mars, it’s on the small side, but the size of the two is out of the question, so it’s over, and Vira’s breasts were appropriately large for my taste. Not only that, despite its size, it had a pretty shape that didn’t droop down and stood upright, and it was so soft that it was hard to believe that it was the same piece of human flesh. It was a powerful weapon that instantly blew away a man’s reason. Every time I imagined the feel of her chest, which was difficult to grasp with one hand, my desire to trip her and violate her only grew, and to prevent that, I sang the national anthem in my heart. East Sea and Mt. Baekdu…
Mungle.
…Ah, Shibal is so soft… No, this is not it.
Damn it! Yes, few In times like these, count to a few and calm your mind. 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17…
Damn. It’s just a matter of time if it goes on like this. But how can I drop the vira? The expression on her face as she hugged me now was that she couldn’t understand why she was acting like this. Of course, that didn’t loosen the arms that held me, and it didn’t stop making me suffer with this soft weapon… Damn it.
Can’t do it I pulled her face with both hands, hoping this wouldn’t traumatize her.
Zukyuuuuu!
…Actually, it didn’t sound like this. It just reminded me of a scene from a cartoon I had seen in the past.
They kissed again, but this time it wasn’t the light bud kiss like it was earlier. I cupped my lips over hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. And in it, he moved his tongue vigorously.
“Whoop, whoop, whoop…! Whoop, whoop…!”
For a moment, Veera was taken aback by my tongue’s sudden intrusion into her mouth. As my tongue began to lust after hers passionately, her eyes, which had been confused, gradually relaxed and became hazy. Veera’s weak arm fell off my back, but ironically, this time I didn’t let go of her and grabbed her. Vira was held by me, and her body trembled slightly as her mouth was violated by someone else’s tongue. I couldn’t get my tongue out of her mouth because it was so lovely in my eyes rather than pitiful or pitiful.
A deep kiss that is so thick that it takes your breath away. Vira was gradually dyed with unfamiliar pleasure while holding my clothes tightly, and the string of reason gradually began to weaken as I also dyed her in my color. With her neat and pure appearance, she exuded a sensual atmosphere with a hazy face as if she was dreaming, and I couldn’t get my erection to go away.
They are awkwardly fresh and different from our children, who have already fallen to the point of depravity and have no qualms about having sex with others. But it’s not frustrating or anything. Because this is a rare sight that can only be seen now.
I wonder why there are so many guys in the world looking for virgins like unicorns, and now I understand why. Guys will want to see this.
Trees flower in the spring, bear fruit in the summer, harvest them in the fall, and shed their leaves in the winter.
If a person’s life is compared to a tree, a chaste virgin who has no sexual experience is like a flower that has just bloomed on a tree. A moment that is precious because it is not eternal, but rather a moment. That fleeting beauty must have fascinated them.
But if I had to ask, I like fall. The moment when I see a flower that has just bloomed, nurture it the way I want it to bear the fruit I want, and finally pick the desirable fruit with my own hands is the pleasure I seek.
In the process, the petals may be torn or the stem may break, and it may not look very good to others, but I don’t care. Because all of that is a process to bear the fruit I want.
I don’t care if the other person isn’t a virgin, if he’s been gang-raped by other men, if he’s a slut who rolls her body excessively and is open to color. I do not filter and classify them for various reasons like others. I only set one standard and act according to whether it is right or not.
And my criterion for hugging a woman is simple.
Collins or no collines.
No matter how pure and pretty a woman is, if she is not attractive, she is not needed, and even if she is a woman with a common appearance and a lot of experience in men, if I am not attractive, I will hug her. I am acting based on that simple, clear and simple reference point, my desire, and I have no hesitation about this.
Hesitation, regret, fear. Because they are all emotions that don’t exist for me.
In order to fulfill her request, I borrowed her powers and repaired myself.
I got rid of the fear.
Because there is no fear of death, no matter how painful or dangerous a situation may be, you can calmly examine the situation and make an appropriate decision.
Because I have no fear of failure, I make decisions without hesitation according to my own standards that I have set up when making any choice.
Because I have no fear of myself, I can confidently move forward without looking back, fearing that I may have been wrong.
If the choice I made was wrong, I can fix it. If I fail, I just keep trying until I succeed. If I died… Well, it couldn’t be helped. Just accept death. Because I did my best.
While doing the monologue, the story seems to have gone a little to a strange place, but anyway, the conclusion is this.
I don’t run over Vira. Until she wants it.
After a while, I couldn’t win her strong kiss and I went back to where her blackie was, supporting her who had fallen as she was.
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[…Under. Haha.]
The existence that sent Luminus, the goddess of light, watched the play again as an audience member. But still, the point of its existence was not the hero and his party, but the villain, Baron Ragna Armageddon, who was about to fall at their hands. Even though his looks and body weren’t all that great, his ability to seduce another woman while I couldn’t see him for a while was truly amazing. Of course, the stuff on the lower body is incongruously awesome, but that’s an advantage to brag about only when there’s a chance to mix bodies.
Given the circumstances, he could easily have taken the woman in front of him. It was a situation where he had no choice but to accept him without any resistance if he attacked him with force.
But he didn’t. After her kiss was over, he led the woman back to the presence of the other (whether it was a party or a slave, it is difficult to explain). Feeling puzzled by that appearance, the existence that stole his thoughts and memories for a while, eventually shed a small laugh with an indescribable expression on his lips.
Fear, one of the human emotions, is an obstacle that prevents humans from moving forward, but at the same time, it is a brake that prevents them from facing death.
A person caught in excessive fear cannot move forward, and a person who does not know fear does not know the danger of the trap in front of him. Therefore, fear was a complex and contradictory emotion that had to be overcome and harbored at the same time. However, he removed his inhibitors with his own hands, and, like other humans who did not know his fears, he was on his way to destruction.
The only difference was that, unlike other humans, he was aware of his own destruction and was sprinting towards it on purpose.
No matter how much the role is entrusted to oneself, as long as it is an intelligent life, survival instincts are bound to exist. Even if they knew of the existence of the afterlife, they could not suppress the instincts engraved in their bodies.
He was willing to accept his role of destruction, and his body, which was not his own, resisted.
The ability to act changed as the various types of fears that suppressed oneself disappeared.
The loss of fear made me deal with the emotions I should have felt, and the suppressed libido.
And the survival instinct engraved in his body before death. The instinct to leave one’s descendants, one’s traces in the world.
Perhaps that mismatched object on his lower body is the result of unintended synergy created by the combination of those three elements. But then he must be unable to repress it. Even so, a man’s instinct often triumphs over his reason, and if his instincts are so strong, he should never be able to suppress them with weak reason. But he did it. Even if his instincts whispered to him to violate the woman in front of him, he overcame it with his weak reason. It was as nonsensical as for a young human who had never even fought to defeat a ferocious beast that had starved for three days with his bare hands.
It was too strange to simply dismiss it as a coincidence or miracle, so the being looked into the past of the soul that had entered Rag or Armageddon’s body a little more, and eventually couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
[Ha, haha… Ahahahaha! Indeed, indeed… Yes, was there such a number? Seriously, he never betrayed my expectations for a moment. It makes me want to applaud.]
How would you describe him now? Yes, if I had to use an analogy… A puppet holding in its hand the threads that control its own body?
It’s an extremely contradictory expression, but ironically, it was hard to find a more appropriate expression than that. And even more so, the existence liked him.
His actions, his thoughts, his desires, everything was well liked by him. Why had I not met such a human until now? To the extent that I regretted that all my years had been wasted, I coveted Rag and Armageddon, and to be precise, the human soul dwelling in that body. If possible, to the extent that I want to get it in my own hands no matter what.
The being waved his left hand in the air, creating a translucent panel.
And he sent a message to the goddess Luminous. The message he sent was only one line, but the ripple effect contained in it was beyond imagination.
[I will take care of all the aftercare myself, so help him by all means.]
A being feared by Luminus, the goddess who created a world, and unable to resist, he licked his lips ominously with a forked tongue like a snake as he watched Rag or Armageddon reflected in the video in the small sphere.
