Chapter 647 – Oh My Fairy (10)
There is not enough entertainment in this world.
Regionally discriminatory remarks such as ‘there is only sex in the countryside’ are somewhat applicable in this world because it is a world where it is difficult to find entertainment in everyday life.
Isn’t there a saying that sex is a game?
Although it is quoted differently from the meaning of the speaker, it can be said that physical play, where men and women can have fun without realizing that time is passing without a penny, has a very long history.
Then, if you suddenly get pregnant, you overload the spawn mower and score 1 point in the labor force.
Sometimes, like Dumbledore at the end of the semester, there will be times when he generously spreads out 2 or 3 points. Your parenting plan, replaced by Horcrux triplets. It’s not some kind of basketball, but the three-pointer explodes.
Of course, it’s a different world, and I’m bored. A sex call? It’s not that the conversation is the same. That kind of thing is possible only for a well-mannered person whose KakaoTalk window explodes on Christmas Eve.
Rather, the idea that there is not enough entertainment may be a self-righteous viewpoint of modern people.
However, as a body that has been really busy with ‘Boring, sex call?’ For the past year, I have come to understand that the God Heung Game sex online I have been enjoying is a game, but not a game.
“Dad. I’m bored.”
“I also.”
What a deja vu.
Is it my excessive self-consciousness that the self-proclaimed daughter-in-law’s gaze seems to contain the meaning of ‘don’t sympathize with this fucker and ask me to play’? I don’t think so.
I couldn’t help it, so I tried to reproduce the culture of the earth for a while, but I gave up because I didn’t have the confidence to make the Mini Buko-chan in front of me understand the rules.
Alas, this is called “Cross-cultural propagation.” In short, it’s a direct route to imperialism.
“Yes… Dad, what is this?”
“Ah, that’s called [Painting Paper]. If you use it together with a “Brush”, You can draw a “Picture”.”
It’s almost like a crayon to call it a brush.
“Drawing?! Nana! I know what a painting is!”
Is it because of the ugly father who only completed the female body study II?
The self-proclaimed daughter-in-law, who acquired common sense in the ash tree incubator, knew what painting was, but it seemed like it was the first time she had ever seen a brush or paint.
Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I caught my daughter, and I haven’t seen any pictures lately.
Abira Mia-nae, who has built up a wall after living a cultural life.
“Please! Please give me I’ll draw you a picture of you!”
“So be it.”
I presented a stationery set to the jumping spirit.
Well. See what’s exciting. These days, if you give Jammin Boys & Girls a gift like this, they will leave it untouched, and even if you visit it 3 years later, you will be able to retrieve it at the carrot market with a quality that deserves an A-class preservation rate.
It’s a good thing to have a lot of concentricity.
“Picture~ Picture~.”
A spear spirit who lays drawing paper on his stomach and draws crayons from north to north.
Wow, hold crayons in reverse. He is ‘real’.
If the mental world in my head is unfolded with the power of creation, the unique barrier – Teletubbie Little Garden must be activated. It is the dignity of the K-kindergarten student who bewitched our wives and seduced even Nefertiti.
Although he is a samurai, Orcs, slimes, and tentacles in other world pornography are classified as Alpes-class chewing underdog trash tastes based on real events.
There are people who are really killed by them, so they hit their daughter with it? Are you a human The logic is that
It was me who sometimes became stunned by the beauty of reality that hooked me like this.
But for some reason, a maid who gets dumped with red bean paste by the lord of the pig pig is a major preference.
Veronica also hid all the dirty stories with similar content under the bed, but she should borrow them and read them later——
“… Boy, daughter What are you drawing?”
“Dad and the bad guys!”
That’s okay. Because they are bad guys, do they have windows stuck in their boats? It’s a decisive ruling that will surprise even Pocheongcheon.
In the picture he drew with an innocent smile, the figures of monsters and villains whose necks were blown off by a certain window and whose stomach was pierced were cutely drawn.
“Hoo-O-O-O-xi, am I the one holding this spear?”
“Not a window! Me and dad! And this is mom!”
“… Me?”
“Wow. Lily?”
What kind of early education did this baby face receive? … No fuck, are these the guys I and Nefertiti broke up with?
Was it a harmonious memory of the Nepenorditi family?
Memories of Murder is for all ages.
“Yap!”
Awful-! A spirit that vigorously wields crayons.
A long line like the horizon was drawn on the drawing paper, and the death of the Death Knight, which had just been completed, was decided. She was like a god to the paintings on the white paper.
The authority to govern the birth and death of all beings… Oh, it’s so scary.
“Push shush shush—! Kwak-!”
The self-proclaimed Nord II, lying face down on a piece of drawing paper and waving his legs back and forth, depicting a fountain of blood on the neck of a decapitated monster. No other artist could have played with a brush as joyfully and unrestrainedly as this child.
“Well… Umm… Where is the green one?”
“Now, here.”
Nefertiti Maman is happy to see the spear spirit she loves so much.
My sensitivity is different from the parents who protest that they are violent just by looking at Pokemon. The reality is much more spiritual, so what’s the problem?
Different world education… Are you really okay like this?
Even though it was a spirit, it was a sight that made me want to throw such a hwadu without even realizing it.
─Talk. Then, by chance, our hands collided.
She was sitting on the floor to watch her daughter lying down and painting, and her hands on the ground bumped lightly.
… Tight.
Nefertiti hesitated for three seconds before placing her hand on the back of mine.
Then he turns her head away and takes off her pretense. I smiled.
“Stay there for a moment.”
“… Uh?”
She wrapped her hands around Nefertiti’s jawline.
In other words, she caught her face. It might look like I’m peering at Nefertiti with her head pulled up because of the height difference in her sitting.
─Shock. I raised my index finger as I scanned the corner of her eyes that tightly closed her eyes.
“Look at this, Nungob.”
“… …”
The reopened Nefertiti’s eyes narrowed. I giggled as I wiped her fingers on the towel.
“Why? Did you have any strange expectations?”
I guess. Nefertiti licked her lips and glared at me.
“… You’re blind too I’ll clean it up for you.”
“Where are you? I clean everything myself.”
“I’ll clean it up for you.”
“Eh~. It’s cold~.”
“Noisy.”
“Could you say that you have good speech skills?”
Nefertiti reached out to my face in a question-and-answer dance.
I tried to avoid her by leaning back, but she grabbed me by the wrist and fought back. Is it a power struggle after all? That’s what people who eat cutlery do.
─Trump!
─Whoop!!
Suddenly the ceiling flipped over. Nefertiti gently unfolded the trick of the slaughter. An overturn from this ground position? What is a pro wrestler?
It was enough to resist, but it is also true that there is no reason to do so.
Riding on her momentum, Nefertiti laid me down and climbed onto her waist. No, this lady even presses her arms with her legs. She even said something like this with her eyes.
“… Got it.”
Back… ! With her thighs tight around her waist and her arms, she grabbed my cheek and rubbed her eyes.
The expressionless face looks a little pleasant, but it probably isn’t wrong. I said in a muffled voice as I rubbed her face like rice cake.
“So, where is the snow gob? Is that a lie?”
“… It’s not a lie.”
Nefertiti showed the mucus on her thumb.
It’s real. Come to think of it, I came here in the morning after lightly washing my face and training. Maybe you didn’t sweat when you were hugged earlier. I’m suddenly worried
“Um, over there… Could you move your arm out of the way?”
“Can’t you come out yourself?”
As she twisted her head, her face went blank.
This is the expression she makes when she thinks deeply.
“… I’ll tell you how to escape when this happens.”
“Ah, it’s not uncommon to get mounted in a fight. I know how to escape.”
It appears in the book, Adventurer’s Alchemy, by my advisor, Professor Brahmaton.
It’s best not to be under the ground, but it’s a paragraph with the content that it doesn’t work out in real life, so do it this way. If you get hit in the face, the treatment fee will be ruined, so it was said to be especially careful.
Then she tilted her head again.
“… Then why?”
“I wondered if I had to do that. Or should I solve it myself?”
I squeezed her hand between her legs. Of course, if I do, Nefertiti’s smooth thighs will be soiled by my insidious touch.
Yahari’s thick, spicy Narmer thighs.
Maybe it’s because I was sitting in a dignified posture just a while ago, it’s very warm.
“… … !!”
Startled in the truest sense of the word, she jumped from her seated position to the ceiling.
If this had been a real fight, there would have been no time for bad thoughts to come to her face as punches flew incessantly. But isn’t it now?
If a beautiful woman like Nefertiti pranks her like this, the creature called a man would end up being dominated by the Brain Machine Juji.
To be honest, if I hadn’t noticed, I would have liked to have stayed there for a few more minutes.
─Kudangtangtang!!
After fumbling her landing, Nefertiti tumbled and toppled her clothes hanger. Even her daughter, who had been concentrating on drawing no matter what her parents were doing, opened her mouth at the sound.
“What’s the matter?”
“… Nothing.”
Nefertiti, covered in her clothes, answered with her pained voice.
The pheasant thought that if only her head was hidden in the bush, others would not be able to see her. Ashamed and unwilling to come out, she lay down on the grave of her own clothes and went into her bed.
The self-proclaimed Nord II stared at her mother and then said a word.
“Mom, show me your panties.”
… Shashak!
Nefertiti hurriedly lowered her rolled up skirt.
Is the eye candy time over? It’s very sad.
