Iron Blood Conquers Expansion 34

Chapter 34 - Chapter 34 Expansion-6

His basement rolled his head as the sound of Sirell's footsteps neared.

"I don't care, but..."

Isn't there a big problem with the basement just because Sirell knows about Enlil's relationship?
But Enlil would be different.
Enlil, trying to get up somehow, groaned.
The man in the basement was still groaning inside.

"Oh, no..."

She has the idea that she needs to move, but she is in a daze from the afterglow of the climax.
Ji-ha thought for a while and then slowly pulled out the man.

"Huh..."

Jiha, who was watching Enlil's trembling buttocks, clicked her tongue.

"You don't seem to have the strength to run away. Be quiet."

Jiha made Enlil lie down beside her, and hugged her from behind and pulled up her blanket.
In this way, even if Cheryl walks through her curtains and sees, only her underground back will be visible.

"What..."

Enlil's reaction was unexpected, as if he hadn't known that the basement would be like this.
Her blue eyes wide open and blinking reaction is strangely cute.
Underground opened the window next to the bed and prepared.

"Come."

Click.

The door opened and Cheryl came in.

"Ah, full. Underground, are you sleeping?"
"No."

Cyril let out a cheerful laugh at the underground's answer.

"I brought some bread and oatmeal. Eat while warm."
"Leave it there. I will eat in a little while."
"If it gets cold, it won't taste good."

Enlil, embraced in the arms of the subterranean who responded calmly, was hardened.
If Sirel found her nude and attached to the basement and on the bed, she would not have the confidence to live in the future. Don't commit suicide
Jiha was clearly reading Enlil's thoughts, her thoughts.
I'm so nervous I can't even breathe.

'Am I more afraid of being known than doing it with me?'

Well, it's an unfortunate situation, but underground wasn't patronizing Enlil for nothing.
If a good guy does something bad once, they accuse him of being a hypocrite.
However, when a bad guy does a good thing once, it's easy to see it as a good thing.

'Well, here we are pretending to be kind...'

It was a business that had nothing to lose in the underground.
Sirell, who had been making noises outside, asked playfully.

"By the way, what is the smell of sweat, this. What the hell have you been doing alone while I'm gone?"
"I was sweating a little by myself."

When the underground responded safely, Enlil was somewhat relieved.
He changed his mind on that response.

'Should I give you a sense of danger?'

The subterranean hand that was clasping from behind grasped Enlil's lower chest.

"... ?!"

Enlil was startled and his body stiffened.
Ignoring Enlil who hurriedly looked back, the underground hands massaged her breasts at will.
Every time you knead, your breasts try to stick out through the cracks in your fingers.
Jiji, who was enjoying himself to the fullest, wanted to let go of his breasts, and then pinched his nipples.

"Flaw..."

When the hand left his chest, the relieved Enlil twisted his body in amazement.
Moaning sound.

"What did you say?"

Sherrel, who was making a rattling sound outside, asked.

"No, nothing."

As the underground dropped the hour hand, Enlil looked resentfully and then softened his eyebrows.
Underground fingers were tickling and teasing Yoosil.

"..."

If you make noise, Syrel will catch you.
Enlil covered his mouth with his hands as he struggled to suppress the rising pleasure.

'This is pretty interesting...'

A different interest arises than when I pressed Enlil until now.
It was right after ejaculation, so there was quite a bit of room in the basement. Enlil's breathing began to heat up again as the underground massaged his chest tenaciously.
The body, which had already reached its climax and sobbed, is about to be shaken by the pleasure that has returned.
Covering her mouth with her hand, she turned her head and gave the underground a scolding, angry look.
Her subterranean caressed Enlil's breasts as she smiled lazily, then stretched her hands down her lower abdomen.

"... !"

Enlil hastily seized her subterranean wrist. Without raising her spells.
If she starts to use her magic, things will get bigger, and she won't let Syrel know.
As Enlil desperately resisted, her basement licked the back of her neck.
Her wet tongue suddenly brushed the nape of her neck, and her chills caused Enlil to tremble through her body and her arms to reflexively lose strength.
In the gap, her subterranean reached her hand toward the rift in her.

"Oh..."

As her subterranean fingers caressed the hair of her fissure, her bean, Enlil let out her groan, then quickly closed her mouth again.
Enlil was in a position to put up with her groans, and her hand to stop her underground was not enough.
As Enlil somehow held out to make the noise of her pleasure, she began to relax and enjoy the underground.

With one hand she rolls her Enlil's beans, and with her free hand she gently caresses her bountiful breasts.
As she kissed her neck and skin lightly with her lips, her masculinity slowly began to return.
Because of her vampiric powers, her basement was able to erect more easily.
Enlil, with minimal resistance, began to gradually roll her body into a circle as her underworld hugged her from behind.
That rather makes her subterranean body touchable,

The underground man, who slowly regained strength, pressed Enlil's buttocks.
It was a strange pleasure to stab her strong ass flesh with a hard man.

"?!"

Enlil, frightened of her, curled her up even more, but her crypt moved her waist slowly as she laughed happily.
She hugs the naked body of a peerless beauty who is completely stiff and unable to make a single sound because of her tension, from behind her, and presses her butt with her man's ass and enjoys it leisurely.
Unable to resist her subterranean, unable to make her voice, Enlil had no choice but to shut her mouth with her hand as her eyes trembled.
Holding her slender waist in her arms, her undercarriage slowly pushed her man forward and then pulled it back, digging into her buttocks repeatedly.
Like stamping it as her own.

"..."

Enlil, who tried to bear it somehow, changed her mind and stretched out her hand behind her.
Jiha frowned at her hand, which grabbed and restrained her man, who was pressing her butt repeatedly.


Don't you know who's on top right now?
Shall I tell you properly?


As her basement raged, Enlil hesitated and averted his gaze.
Pushed by the momentum, she reflexively bowed down and said she had no intention of challenging the underground.
When Enlil took care of her eyes, her subterranean spirits were relieved.
She's that haughty and arrogant Dark Elf, and she's now avoiding her eyes, so her top and bottom are completely established.

However, Enlil's hand still held the erect man in the underground and did not let go.
The basement is puzzled... Enlil slowly moved her hand.
When she starts moving her hand holding her man back and forth, her pleasure comes through.

"..."

Unexpectedly, Jiha looked at Enlil in amazement.
Even though he should know what the underground sees, Enlil was calm and haughty, only looking towards the window.
But her hands slowly, with care to the point of not making a sound, knead the man and move it back and forth over and over again.

"... Hmm."

Enlil was a painstaking defense in his own way.
When her man is satisfied, she needs time to respawn, so she decides to stop playing with her like she is now.

But she grinned underground.
If Enlil cares for you, what is there to say? Both hands in the basement were still free.
The subterranean hand brushed Enlil's sleek lower belly, but when he pressed it down, the hand shaking her man stopped.
The semen that the basement had squeezed out was still pooling inside Enlil.
As the man gently caresses and stimulates the lower abdomen, the thick liquid inside flows out.

"Ugh."

Enlil swallowed her groan as her body trembled.
She covers her mouth again with her hand and looks down at her basement with resentful eyes.

Why does she keep doing this when she's doing it with her own hands?
It was a look that begged me to stop bothering.


Her subterranean hour continued to torment Enlil.
Enlil's hands caressing men were clumsy and rough. Enlil acting on his own is what gives him psychological satisfaction.
At her subterranean laughter, Enlil frowned at her, but she squeezed.

"... Ugh."
"What?"

Sherrel called out to her subterranean moans.
Enlil was startled and relaxed her hand, but Jiha had already pushed his index finger into her crack.
Enlil twisted her body at the violent intruder and let out her groan.

"Ah..."

At the sound of her voice leaking through her fingers, Enlil widened her eyes.
I hear signs of Sirel getting up outside.

"Underground, what's going on?"
"I had a little cough."

With an excuse that wasn't underground, Syrel came closer to her bed, making the sound of her footsteps.

"You look really bad. So, drink in moderation. Look where you are."
"..."

As Sirel approached, Enlil stiffened and was immobilized.
As she lay down in the basement, she turned her body 180 degrees and pulled her blanket up to her shoulders. In this way Enlil, crouching in her body, would be hidden by her underground back and would not be seen.
What did she do with just lying on her side? Her basement picked up her book that had been rolling around her bedside and quickly opened it.
She was the book that Enlil had brought.

Charrrr

"Are you sick?"

Sherrel, who opened her curtains and entered, said earnestly. She said, keeping her eyes fixed on her book.

"It's just that I have a bit of a hangover."
"Hmm... I'm not feeling well, so why did you leave the window open?"

Cheryl closed her open window.
She covered it with a blanket, but since one person is hiding, it will be obvious if you look closely.
Underground threw her horse to get Sirell's attention.

"Thank you for bringing the food, but I'm a bit lacking in appetite right now. I think we should eat later."
"Yes, do you have a fever..."

Cheryl said anxiously and placed a hand on her subterranean forehead.

"It's sweaty. Let's clean it up."
"Okay, I know..."
"Listen to your therapist about your body."

Sherrel laughed and she wiped her sweaty head with a towel in her basement. Sherrel, who even wiped her cheeks, shook her head.

"I think your body temperature is a bit higher than normal. Shall I prepare some antipyretics?"
"After time..."

The basement, which was about to speak, flinched.

Shuk.

The hand of Enlil, which was hidden behind and attached to his back, moved.
She was holding the male and rocking it back and forth slowly.

'... This year.'

If this situation was discovered, it would be Enlil, not the underground, who would be fucked?
What are you thinking?

"Why don't you talk?"

Cheryl asked incredulously, but sat lightly next to her head in the basement.
Sherrel's hips wrapped in a tight skirt come into view at a glance.
Even in the midst of that, Enlil was scanning the man underground with both hands.
While talking to the woman in front of him, he is caressed by the woman behind him.

Blood rushed reflexively to the lower leg in the basement in a situation that would normally be difficult.
Perhaps feeling that, Enlil's hand picked up some speed. The voluptuous breasts press on the sweaty back and deliver a soft touch.

"Underground?"
"... The part I was reading was interesting."
"Come to think of it, did you read a lot of books? What are you watching?"

Cheryl took the book from the underground's hands, opened it, and blinked.

"Uh... Hmm."

After turning a few pages, Sherrell looked very embarrassed, but he put the book down and stood up.

"Hey, take it slow. I'll go out for a while."

When Syrel hurriedly walked out of her infirmary, Ji-ha wondered why she was doing that, so she checked the book.

〈 Pensaro's Love Adventure Volume 4 〉

It was a famous men's paint novel.
Why the hell did Enlil bring this? A schematic was drawn in her thinking underground head.
I made an excuse to send her librarian out to be alone with Yura.

"... Anyway."

Underground rolled up her quilt while frowning at her.
Enlil, who was crouching, looked up with her surprised eyes.

"Are you all messed up?"


When you climb up, you have to take a picture and press it.