Chapter 344 – Chapter 344. The Weeds Do Not Understand That Females Would Rather Be Raped Than Dominated.
Dominant, Dominant.
‘Dominant’,
‘Dominant’
An adjective that means.
And.
“I’m sorry…”
Master.
Master.
Dominant.
‘The master with the most superior genes’ personally treats the inferior females
An elegant sexual orientation that ‘rules, trains, and tames’.
The faces of the reporters who know the hidden meaning of it are burning up.
They exchange glances that only females can understand and instinctively tense their bodies.
Realizing that the choker around her neck means that she is my sex slave, she unknowingly twists her thighs.
Kindness that does not consider females’ social face, position, or human rights.
Please respect my nature of wanting to look lewd in front of everyone.
Kindness that presents the pleasure, happiness, and freedom of obedience in the arms of the master.
Talk tok-
Every time I tap the hand on Arachne’s shoulder
It trembles as if its master’s fingers touched its own body.
Looking at the one and only great master in the world, he smells like a female without knowing shame.
Sarak-
A thin neck and a choker filled there with love
Even if you lightly touch it with your thumb
It’s like you’re choking yourself.
Standing respectfully in front of that man, no, that person
Just the thought of struggling lightly strangled and gasping for breath makes me start to get wet.
Females of the finest beauty that can be counted in one hand.
Females who are the master’s pride and jewels.
Even the simple attendant I saw a while ago
Overwhelming beauty and body that are different from other women.
I caught myself stroking Arachne’s cheek.
He shows off his female slaves and shows how much he values females with masochistic tendencies.
How to tame the innate lewdness, how to handle the nature of wanting to boast that you are a slave to a male in front of everyone.
Feelings such as envy, envy, envy, and jealousy of our children come to mind.
I feel inferior to the charm of a female that only a male can make and lead.
If you even make eye contact with women with reddish cheeks, they smile and tidy up their hair or straighten their clothes.
She pulls out her neck, which is not doing anything, to show it off, or she organizes other necklaces around her neck.
The place where females can truly shine the most beautiful
Its eyes twinkle to enter its master’s arms.
As if he might then stand among these females.
“The Dominant is- . . . Promises to-“
He keeps reciting the clichés he has prepared and teases his older sisters.
No one listens to my meaningless words and only focuses on the touch of stroking them.
“It’s so… So… So the young ones these days…”
“Eww. To be lewd…”
It’s all about sitting solemnly
Culled males
Look at the superior females I’ve selected
She saves face by hiding her erect pants.
The lustful smell of my bitches
Does it look like semen is going to trickle out of your oozing prick at any moment?
Crouch down awkwardly.
Pretending not to be, pretending to be polite, but continuing to glance at me.
An obscene lust shines in his eyes.
Or, press down on the large silence followed of an easy delivery type hidden under the expressionless sister of Cheonga’s knight uniform with her legs apart and commit a crime.
If you pull back that docile Arachne’s kimono, you suck the breasts that you can see, and lean on her immaculate lower belly to be served as a nursing goddaughter.
If you violently grab the chest of Hye-joo, who is crooked and angry,
I imagined that I would not be able to move even though I let out a moan as rough as that cheeky expression.
I dare to rule over them.
The scraps that are nothing more than crude imaginations that have never been done and cannot be achieved.
Wanting to sow their weak and insignificant seeds in the wombs of their sisters, they changed their seats for no reason.
At the same time, in shame, he hides his cock, which can’t even touch the G-spot, let alone the deep uterus.
Low masculinity that has never tamed or dominated a female.
Inferior masculinity afraid of exposing his cock.
Impregnates a woman by pouring thick sperm into her womb
Instead of taming her as a servant in gratitude for giving birth to her child,
An inferior species that can leave descendants only by begging and begging to have seeds.
They believed it was a man.
They bit and sucked each other while masturbating.
However, females he has never had, let alone had,
Seeing a real male excitable simply with one finger
“That…Women don’t like that kind of thing, do they? S, skinship is just like that… Heh heh…”
I try to turn my eyes away from the truth.
He wants to show off how decent a man he is by looking at his eyes.
I believe that’s what women like.
“Yeah, that’s about it. What time is the world these days? That-“
Other inferior species that have been weeded out urgently respond.
Other than that, seeds that have nothing to appeal to do will put down males for no reason.
“Yu, organics think so too, right? No matter how young children are free-“
Clinging to things like social face or position, he wraps up his value and tries to raise it.
He pretends to be on the girl’s side for no reason and tries to score points with the females with that.
He trembles and trembles to see the woman’s positive reaction to his loud voice.
Less fallen ones that hang themselves on females.
He somehow hides the fact that he was excited by my attitude of treating females as possessions, and appeals that he is a harmless man.
In fact
I.
A superior being
With good genes
Be a great male
I want to tamper with females, but
Because they can’t
Because you are one person in the world.
He deceives himself who was initially defeated in masculinity.
Females don’t like being forced…
What bitches blush at me now
It’s their anger at me for insulting their femininity…
I had to ask permission for skinship too.
You shouldn’t even have sex.
It had to be.
I couldn’t admit that the ‘common sense’ set by society meant nothing in front of a male.
Only then do females look at themselves insignificant.
Only then can he remain a male even if he is only a shell.
Females are dependent beings who must be crushed and dominated.
And that is the joy of life for females whose nature is to obey.
Even if it’s raped rather than mated with the weeding gene
Trampled under the male master, not knowing whether he was an existence that he wanted to serve
Far from enjoying his superiority as a male, he pants like a dog, leaving even the weak masculinity he possesses to them.
So, aren’t some cheeky females who don’t know the subject fooled by them and mistakenly think that it’s a male?
So, isn’t it that a female or something dares to stand on top of a male and climbs up while calling it a ‘femdom’?
On the subject of a bitch trying to get pregnant while holding her butt up vulgarly under my feet.
“If you… Put something like that around your neck and say you’re a guild member, who… Would- like it-“
“…Why.”
And I wanna score points with bitches
The self-proclaimed “Males” Who babble in anguish
“It’s cool.”
“Sexy.”
Not attractive at all.
“Even if I act like a bit of a bad boy…”
What are females?
“I think he will take good care of his people…♡”
It is bound to be influenced by the male’s hegemonic appearance.
“Your guild members, don’t you think you value each and every one of them?”
A female who can receive only one superior gene in the womb.
Therefore, females want to receive the best seeds and leave their offspring.
He pursues a strong and superior masculinity that can take care of his dependent and weak self.
Alpha leads the pack
He is naturally courted by all the females who have an influence on him.
What is the male that everyone chooses and follows?
It means the most attractive and superior male.
It means that he is a male strong enough to protect all the females he owns from the outside that threatens the lives of females, such as culled inferior breeds.
Establishing a stable family and increasing the probability of reproductive competition and survival
The surest way is to choose the option everyone chooses.
An instinct learned and imprinted genetically in the cells of females.
Females know how to distinguish superior males.
So that
Rather than protect yourself
The masculinity that flutters even at the weak oneself
Doubts his abilities, has no sex appeal,
I realize that having descendants of this man is pointless.
It’s an inferior gene that will soon disappear anyway
Because he is a culled seed who entrusts himself to something like a female.
Females always look up.
To those waiting for crumbs to fall beneath them
It doesn’t even give you a proper look.
“The choker is really pretty… Did you make it yourself?”
“Right…? I think you probably did the design yourself…”
“Yu, organic? Clerk? Me, that dog-“
“…Yes?”
The fake males who are embarrassed and the female who raises her eyebrows and asks what the problem is.
At the moment, the eyes of the weeding males who do not understand the physiology of females become blank.
Another reporter shrugs his shoulders and clicks his tongue.
“Phew…That’s just an accessory. It’s just a choker. Choker. Like a tie as a gift for joining the company. What are you all thinking? And that level of skinship… Well, if you’re close, you can share it. What do I…”
Let’s scratch the nape of the neck as if it’s tickling after talking.
A few other female journalists around me silently nodded in response.
“It’s like a present for all the guild members, isn’t it? I want to feel a sense of belonging.”
Rather, women come first and take sides as if nothing is wrong.
They defend me saying that there is nothing wrong with me.
Skip what they were about to say and turn it into a commonplace thing.
At the same time, I look at the females in my arms with envious eyes saying that they are loved.
This blatant weirdness is no longer a problem.
“Yes?”
That would obviously be unpleasant.
Would women hate that?
Why?
“That, then. Clerk, I am the one-“
The blind respect of the females towards the male.
The weeding males who do not understand the phenomenon behind it
“Me, I also want a good brand-“
Still whining at bitches
Match the stomach and pay attention to the crotch.
I believe it’s tempting.
I believe that’s the charm.
Or.
“…Where are you touching right now?”
Some of the more inferior imitate me clumsily, thinking that anyone is born with the right to dominate females.
She disappoints females even more by making them compare themselves to males by revealing their taste in an unrefined way.
“Nastily…”
Enraged females stare at the culled genes that interfered with emotional sympathy with the male.
I wiped the thigh I touched roughly as if it were stained with dirt
I’m afraid that someone will hate me, so I get more angry.
“Oh, no, I hope that’s just fine…”
“…It’s different.”
The woman who stared blankly at me
He snapped at me with an expression asking if I needed more explanation.
“Fuck… Do you want to be reported for sexual harassment…”
“Sorry, sorry…”
An inferior species that cannot tell the difference between itself and me
It is laid under the female again.
And.
“Whoa… Whoa…”
And soon, some females can’t stand heat and start moving vulgarly.
