Chapter 165 – 165 Bride and Pet and Situational Play
‘It’s starting again.’
The owner, who usually behaves sometimes, no often, that is difficult to understand.
Among them, Arserin was the most incomprehensible that it was a situational drama.
‘Is it fun…?’
From ordinary relationships such as teacher and pupil, police and thief, to extraordinary relationships such as mother and son, brother and sister, or sister and younger brother.
And that’s not all. They made a crude toy called Timestop and had sex with an unusual setting in which time stopped when a button was pressed.
Still using the timestamp and Mimi’s tail to water the tentacles? When I did that, I thought it was really novel.
Look at it now Didn’t you create strange setups like raping a newly married bride, kidnapping her sister at her sister’s wedding and then raping her sister?
Are you saying that all of this is a setting that came from one person’s head?
Arceline shook her head.
‘Rather than that, I’ve never seen slaves treated so violently.’
The action part is always extreme, but the owner has always been soft and full of love, but today was different.
“Try to whine a little louder! If it continues like this, can you confirm that your sister’s pussy tastes the same as yours?!”
“Haaang! That, that’s all…! Mandible! Mandible! Boo, please use only my pussy… Haaaaa!”
Jin Lia forcibly turned her face toward Lily, and the master rode on top of her and restlessly shook her waist.
And Lily, who is looking at the two with a blushing face.
Arserine thought she was amazing.
‘By the way, Lia-sama’s acting…Is amazing.’
If a passer-by happens to see that scene, it would be a hundred if a hundred. You would think the woman was being raped.
The appearance of eyes with pleasure showing in the middle while making a face full of despair with tears not drying
It gave me goosebumps.
It was because it seemed to be expressing a young woman who was gradually degrading to the cock of a hated rapist.
‘Is it natural to hear that he has done the most situational dramas with his master?’
On the other hand, Lily’s acting skills were somewhat shocking.
Lily, who has always been able to do anything she can’t do, and always showed her perfect figure in everything she did.
‘I think I would have done better than that.’
The owner went over without saying anything, but the answer came when I saw that he didn’t talk to Lily anymore even though it was a situational drama with three cast members.
Lily, too, was embarrassed and kept fidgeting with her hand.
“Takran! It’s takran!”
“Ah, please stay inside…!”
In the meantime, it became noisy as if the situational drama had reached the final stage.
Master, riding on top of Lia in what is called a mating press, trembled.
Seeing Ria pretending to struggle to push her master away like that, Arceline made her face tired of her.
If she put her mind to it, she must be the one who could push her master away with even her little finger.
Knowing that fact and seeing that appearance, I thought it was disgusting without even knowing it.
Lia was crushed and her master flinched several more times before pulling out her cock.
Sticky semen leaked out of her pussy, where the traces of the cock’s entry were still visible.
‘…Since it’s set up to be raped, maybe I’m deliberately not pecking at my pussy?’
While I love having semen in my stomach so much.
Is it possible to do anything for a situational play with the owner?
Then all of a sudden
‘It’s a pity…’
Arseline thought so.
Semen flowing in lumps from her pussy.
Seeing the appetizing semen, Arcerine gulped down her saliva.
‘Maybe it’s because I passed out earlier and couldn’t eat much of the master’s semen.’
It looked exceptionally delicious.
But that semen was given to Lia.
Arcelyn, knowing well what it would be like if she coveted it, shook her head.
‘…I wasn’t in a position to tell others either.’
How was the situational drama, how was the acting ability, and he was not normal.
How many women would drool over their semen when they were not even succubus?
Arceline gave a self-deprecating laugh, but she didn’t feel too bad.
No, rather, she was quite good at herself after she had changed like this.
‘Even though the ending is futile, it’s because her mother’s revenge is also finished.’
Her enemy, who is said to have died like a flying insect that was crushed by her careless gesture.
When she first heard that, she wondered what the case was, but when she thought about it, she realized that such an ending suited such a guy.
It was a shame that I couldn’t kill her with my own hands.
Even so, she died at the hands of Mimi, so she decided to be satisfied.
Haha! How does it feel to be raped in front of your husband of four years?”
“Hey… Bo, don’t look.”
Wondering what this was all about, when she turned her head, a new situational play was unfolding.
Lily, who is being roughly raped by her junior, and her master, who is laughing heartily while beating Lily’s butt.
But something was lying in front of Lily.
‘…A frame. A frame with the owner’s portrait on it.’
Quote came right away.
It seemed like a situation where the bride was raped in front of her husband’s portrait.
It seemed to be considerate of Lily, who was not good at acting, and used a portrait of herself, her real husband, as her prop.
Lily trying to cover up the portrait staring at herself.
The master blocks Lily’s head with her hands.
‘I heard that the master never intermixed with slaves and women other than me.’
How can you come up with so many different situations?
As if you’ve been through similar situations, or as if you’ve seen them.
But both are unlikely stories.
Arserine, who honestly thought that her master wasn’t very smart, wondered if she should withdraw her thoughts.
“If you don’t want to be left behind like your husband of 4 years old, be polite and be my dick!”
“Haha… Ah, that’s no good… Ha-yeot…”
Indeed, is it the rapist who murdered her husband?
At this point, Arserine sat down on the grass, anticipating what form the next situational play would take.
Anyway, today’s main characters are the brides who had an engagement ceremony.
Although she was in a state of fainting most of the time, she decided to watch it with a light heart, since she had enjoyed it a lot earlier.
After that, various situational dramas were played until the wedding dress was just a piece of white cloth.
A story of raping two people at the same time, a story of a bride who was betrayed by a friend and sold to the rapist, and a story of three kidnapped brides who were completely trained by the rapist and had a catfight over the rapist’s cock.
As more and more provocative situational dramas aired, Arserine lay down and watched.
When her libido heats up, Arceline has a self-consolation time by touching her clitoris, and when her exciting developments happen, she takes out and eats her snacks that she had put in the space.
Then, before I knew it, the dark night sky was getting brighter.
“Whoa… That’s a great view.”
The final episode of Fucking the Bride. After finishing the Infinite Bukage episode, Master straightened his stiff back and stretched him.
The owner, who was proud of seeing the brides covered in white semen instead of white dresses,
“Hmm?”
Her eyes met Arseline, who was masturbating.
“…”
“Hmm…”
Arseline was taken aback when her owner, who hadn’t looked at her for several hours, suddenly looked at her.
She hurriedly tried to straighten her body, but Arceline, who had her climax right in front of her nose.
“Huh…! Huh!”
Unable to hold back her climax, in front of the master’s eyes, he slammed the tide in a grand manner.
A portion of the tide sprayed violently splashed onto the master’s cheek.
The master wiped it off with his hands without a word.
The owner licked the juice on his hand with his tongue and called out to Arserine in a heavy bass voice.
“… Serena.”
Arceline replied, shrinking her body.
“Yes, yes… Master.”
Is he trying to punish himself for using his master as a side dish?
Arseline, who regretted whether it was a reckless masturbation, asked in a dumbfounded voice at the master’s words.
“Yes?”
“You are a dog from now on. So from now on, let’s unify all answers with bruises.”
It was embarrassing. From now on, you are a dog. And to answer with bruises is something else.
“It’s okay to be a cat because Mimi is there, and let’s make Se-Rin a dog. A pet is either a dog or a cat.”
After all, I’m a lizard. Arcerine, who almost said, stared blankly at her master, who was gradually approaching her.
Could it be that he would do the situational play he used to do with the slaves with himself?
Such doubts were neatly resolved by Master’s next action.
“Hand.”
Hands stretched straight toward you with your upper body bent.
It must have been what humans did to dogs.
This must have been a situational drama asking him to become a dog.
“…Bruise.”
For now, as the master ordered, Arserine answered with a bruise and placed her hand on the master’s hand.
“Right. Well done.”
As Arceline obediently obeyed her command, Master stroked her hair.
Her chest tickled.
“Raise your hand.”
“..Bruise.”
“Turn around!”
“Bruise?”
“Lie down on your stomach!”
“Bruise!”
The feeling of being fulfilled every time a new order is given and carried out.
With that mysterious feeling, Arserine silently waited for her master’s next order.
Master was also satisfied with Arserine’s appearance.
“Sleep!”
“Bruise!”
Master’s orders are like that.
“Ask for your cock!”
“Wow!”
I was getting more and more naughty.
“Lie down with your pussy wide open!”
“…Bruise!!”
Arserine thought that wasn’t too bad.
***
She thought as she looked at the children who were cleaning up the traces of the previous night’s turmoil.
‘It’s an engagement ceremony, isn’t it practically the same as being married now?’
The wedding itself was planned to be held properly later, but in terms of relationships, it was judged that it was already married.
It’s not a world where marriage registration is separate like in modern society, so if you say we got married, you’ve been married since that day.
In other words, me and my children became husband and wife.
The higher concept of husband and wife relationship was overlaid on top of the relationship between master and slave!
In that sense.
“Honey, Mr. Seo, honey, husband. And many other things. What title do you prefer to call me?”
It was decided that it would be better to reorganize the titles as well.
Yes.
I want to see my kids call me sweet.
