Chapter 93 – 093. The First Year of the Kidnapping and Summoning Slave Contract! Pillar Slaves Roll Around on the Bed While Waiting for Their Master and Reminisce About Erotic Things
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It has already been a year since the seasons turned around and I came to this world.
There were four seasons here too, but when the seasons changed, Sylvia’s clothes did not change much because of the small climate change.
She has been promoted to the second year for some time now and is currently the secretary of the student council.
She says that in her senior year she will be running for cadet president, but she feels very different.
That’s also the case, because her gaze towards her as if she was looking at her ugliness is almost nonexistent in the magic academy.
It is also the reason why I am alone in the dorm.
If we’re together in the student council room, we’ll stick to each other and won’t fall apart.
For the other girls, who flirt with slaves at a relatively slow pace, it’s worth watching a little bit, but seeing them constantly is annoying.
So when we go to the student council room, we say goodbye.
Where did Sylvia, who always hated to be with me, go? Now she is a little more relaxed.
Rather, it is a delicacy to be dramatically hugged and sniffed when meeting again after being away for a while.
The change in the body in one year is seemingly the same.
She did lewd things every single day of the year, but Sylvia’s body was abused by me, but her pretty appearance as well as her internal health were fine.
Because it’s a witch
Her body, which naturally holds her mana, can be restored cleanly in one night, no matter how badly it rolls.
In the meantime, it seems vicious that her developed sexuality has not returned and remains as it is, but since they consider it a blessing, they have no time to argue.
These world bitches are born with the right masochism, even if no one teaches them.
Even if you naturally have the right values, you need education to explain and teach how instinctive sensibility is formed and what it feels like.
Occasionally, she has strong powers because a girl with a strange personality who claims that clinging to a man is strange appears with a low probability.
The girl who says such things has never been a witch, but in the world of a lack of men, she arouses sympathy from other normal girls who only have regrets and spreads impure thoughts.
Let’s drive men down with proper exploitation, not fake exploitation like this, and establish a paradise for real women.
Of course that kind of crazy thing doesn’t work.
Shaking my head.
Shake your head.
I thought I was stupid when I heard the story, but… Somehow, I vaguely feel the possibility of realization.
I’m probably mistaken.
There’s no way a normal person would be affected by such an extreme thought, right?
My master is an elite among slutty women who dream of being attacked by men.
A beautiful and cute person who, as an aristocrat, thoroughly maintained his chastity towards slaves, but also boasted a more advanced lewdness.
She joins her student council and lays on her bed, missing her.
Sylvia’s scent doesn’t linger because of her goddamn self-cleaning magic.
Giving in to her demands to let her outdoor exposure take her bitch for a night walk, I recall her memories of taking her in her bitch submissive and taking her shamefully quadrupedal her naked walk.
His heavy, large breasts sway toward the floor while maintaining their elasticity, barely touching the ground.
The pointy nipples that were painfully erect from extreme excitement are tightly tightened by the nipples I gave you.
With her leather handcuffs and footcuffs bound her arms and legs, she walks on her knees and elbows, and as she advances on all fours, her erect nipples rub against her floor, feeling her pounding.
She, who has an excellent sense of taste, traces back the ingredients of the breast milk medicine she ate in the witch city, secretly makes it for personal use, and is taking it.
In keeping with her slave’s command not to climax until permission is granted, her dog’s leash is pulled as she struggles to follow me with her weeping, distressed look on her face.
Sylvia’s first bitch debut, who appealed to me in various forms, such as a meat slave, a semen toilet, a cum receiver, a slave cow, and a sow, and seduced me to fuck and eat.
Even if it’s not, it’s a weak nipple, but the short stride of the folded legs is also absurdly narrow, and it looks crazy as it rubs against the floor.
Because I developed an Andless Climax Stupid Pacifier so that when it squirts out, it goes away, and when it goes away, it spurts out the milk, so the breast milk is leaking incessantly.
As an aside, I named the climax Ouroboros Climax after discussing with Sylvia the name of the foolishly weak climax that recognizes the self that emits as it goes away and goes back with it.
An infinite abyss from which you cannot escape once you have gone.
Sylvia’s eyes are on the verge of blurring, but she is desperate.
I am proud of the owner of a submissive bitch who does not lose to lust, obeys slave words, and endures.
Sylvia was the one who asked for this in the first place, and she must be enjoying the dizzy feeling in that state, but it was manners not to point it out.
Sylvia bit her molars tightly, squeaks, slurps, and dribbles her milk, suppressing her climax 99% of the time with willpower alone.
Like a disgraceful naked bitch, whenever the dog leash was pulled tight, the master chased after me, a slave, moving all four legs hurriedly, making a path for female juice on the floor.
My impression of seeing that juice road was a bit sudden, but what was it…
Ah!
It reminded me of Hansel and Gretel.
In any case, Sylvia enjoyed extreme shame because her face was really red that day, unlike her usual lewd grin.
Even in the middle of the night, she shuddered in fear of being seen by anyone, excited by her own ungainly appearance, and her dog’s premature ejaculation scruffy body rubbed her nipples every time she saw her. It was painful to endure the climax.
She then ran into a person.
Fortunately, the opponent is a girl.
She was relieved that she hadn’t shown her naked body to men other than herself, a slave, but the fact that she had shown her shameful appearance to others made her squirm on the spot in an unstimulated climax.
She didn’t care about the reaction of the girl on the other side, who was astonished, and with her lovely face that melted into her cheeks, she pulled out her tongue and sprayed her climax female juices.
She noisily walked away, and Sylvia, who was puchu-puchu-puchu-pushering her breast milk, love juice, and tide, climaxed when she cummed, and when she climaxed, she couldn’t get out of her premature ejaculation.
I went to her side and knelt down on one side of her, holding her leash and stroking her soft silver hair as if I were touching puppy fur.
“Stop. Climax drop! If you can’t stop spitting right away, won’t you go back to your room and have sex?”
The girl watching her opens her mouth and her nose bleeds.
Then I showed off the submissiveness of my master, the bitch Sylvia, to her drooling drooling with her open mouth.
Immediately obeying the slave command, it suppresses the climax that was occurring, strokes the head of the master who is making a painful moan through his teeth, and instantly returns his frowning eyes.
The stranger, who was stunned by the situation that was like a dream of many girls, did not say aloud, but was probably a junior who had been promoted to Sylvia.
Having given her a shocking sight that she will never forget in her lifetime, I lifted her Sylvia into her princess embrace and bowed.
It was a little too much to call a naked person covered in her own bodily fluids with her limbs folded in black glossy leather handcuffs and footcuffs her princess, but that fact was so overwhelming that it didn’t matter, it was an overwhelmingly beautiful girl.
Sylvia exhausted her stamina with the climax of Uro Boros, which exploded after holding back, and she exhausted herself while suppressing it again.
She couldn’t seem to continue her bitch walk, so she went back to her quarters in her arms.
The door of the inn opens.
Not a flashback, but a real door opened.
I jumped up from the bed.
“My—no—yes—! Master, you are here!”
I was about to get up, but I ran and caught Sylvia who had jumped in and collapsed onto the bed.
As she lays her body on top of me in 11 characters, Sylvia buries her head deeply and inhales her scent, then raises her head and sticks out her tongue.
This act of licking the lips is a signal to ask for the tongue.
Get her tongue out
The tongues of two people intertwined.
As if wrestling with her fingers, Sylvia, who was lustfully mixing her tongue sticking out of her mouth, even rubbed her body tightly in her arms.
Satisfied after chewing for a while, she kissed her lips so that her side clicked, and said,
“Yusei, there will be an outdoor practice next week. Would you like to go with me?”
“Of course. So why not go?”
“Hee hee! Great!”
That’s nothing to ask.
Of course follow
It’s already been a year since I came to this world, but still Sylvia always invites, consults, and asks me, a slave.
There were times when she said it was okay to be a little outspoken, but Sylvia preached to me that there was an unspoken rule that her mistress could do anything to a slave without hesitating at the beginning of the summons.
Strictly speaking, it is also pride for an aristocratic woman to shrink or be modest in front of her slaves.
Common sense in this world can’t be careless.
Even so, it’s a bit much to say that you’re being careful when you’re smirking with open eyes.
Aren’t the words right?
… It’s cute, so I won’t point it out.
Ah, such a pretty owner only looks at me, so he’s being modest.
Anyway.
Other cadets who still need to put in effort in flirting with slaves still often receive skinship only by coercively commanding them, but I take care of myself and violently beat my master, so as a master, I need to adjust myself to the slave.
It must be because Mazoin himself is worse.
‘It’s like the owner of such a perverted beautiful girl… ‘
I couldn’t help but marvel.
But I answered without worrying, but it was an outdoor practice.
What are you doing?
She asked, fidgeting in bed, and Sylvia answered.
“It is to experience a battle against monsters that lasts for 2 nights and 3 days.”
“A monster? Uh, well Isn’t it dangerous?”
“It’s like a picnic for the two of us who have experienced the Demona or Ifrit! Of course, that’s what it says. … You know you shouldn’t underestimate it, right?”
“Is not it. Do you think I would The only thing I look down on is you, among the lewd things.”
Sylvia’s cheeks turn red lovingly and she smiles.
That night I threw her little party for her.
It’s not about celebrating the first anniversary in a world where words like that are eaten with romantic terms.
It is a party to thank the master for the one year anniversary since he made her his slave.
Even if it’s a bit strong, I don’t have to fight, so I choose hand-cooking.
Borrowed her kitchen and stepped out confidently in front of her fidgety Sylvia.
Relive the experience of living alone.
Actually, Sylvia is much better at manual dexterity, but isn’t this kind of sincerity important?
Dark Bringer, who would be bored, also washed the blade and changed it into a kitchen knife to challenge Korean food.
Success in making galbijjim and dakgalbi.
It tasted so-so, but Sylvia enjoyed it.
Tee in jade.
After the party, I was serving the night, and I ate the semen more deliciously, so I felt a little bit discouraged.
Big, big, big!
Passing the semen flowing out of the urethra to Sylvia, I was able to ignore it because it felt good.
