Chapter 202 – Daily Life) Damon’s Day 3
Some people tend to exaggerate the act of bonding between a man and a woman’s genitals.
This is especially true for young or young people who have not experienced sex.
Every time this topic comes up on the cutting board, the girls blush and the boys snort and get excited.
Even after having sex.
Most of the women are sick.
But half of them are sick and want to do it again.
On the other hand, men are busy bragging to other guys in the neighborhood, saying that it brings pleasure incomparable to masturbation.
By the time the fever of love passes, people get used to sex in one way or another.
There are guys who don’t attach much importance to it, saying it’s no different from exercises like push-ups and sit-ups.
There are also guys who lose interest saying that it is worse than masturbation.
In the meantime, there are still people who are satisfied with sex, saying that emotional empathy and bonding are important.
Others use unusual tools or develop special positions to explore interests in other directions.
If even this is not enough, there are even those who switch partners.
Anyway, I, Damon, also came through the Earth where there were various groups like that.
The problem is this.
I did not belong to any of the aforementioned types.
I didn’t have sex for love in the first place, I didn’t think of it as a simple exercise, and I didn’t feel very aroused by ordinary sex.
It’s not surprising, since my mind has been twisted and broken since I was a child in the first place.
Then at what moment do I feel the right excitement?
As I said before, when the other person falls into hell from a happy moment.
When you cry out for mercy and forgiveness with a distressed expression in front of me.
When you enjoy the pain of the opponent from the position of a thorough Gap and raise your dick with a sense of conquest.
It was at that moment that I realized that I was alive.
The act of sex was just an incidental result or means that came out of it.
The rest of the sex was for the purpose of comforting a woman who would work for my goals.
To sum up, the sex I really enjoy is harsh sex.
You could call it sex I’m having with Claire.
Puck puck puck puck
“Ugh! It hurts! Alas!”
“What the fuck!”
Slam
The posture of being driven to the top.
The blonde woman moaning under me had a dazzling appearance that would catch people’s attention wherever she presented it.
Her flowing platinum hair was straight from the top of her head to the top of her neck, but below that, she gave a curly wave.
The immaculate skin with no visible scratches made the man’s mouth water.
Pure white drawing paper that goes by itself.
Scribbling, tearing, and biting on paper with a rough brush.
Place her in pain on the palm of her hand and wield it to her heart’s content.
“Oh, you must have been in a bad mood today… Aagh!!”
Her belly button, her head sticking out cutely between her slender waist, was covered with her fist without mercy.
It’s complicated, but to put it simply, it’s a stomachache.
There were clear red fist marks under the two rocking burial mounds.
Puck puck puck
“Shut up! Whoa! Ahhhhh!”
The beauty of the white beauty, who rolled her eyes in pain and shed tears, stimulated me even as her pussy was brutally occupied.
And above all else, Claire’s greatest strength is her thin body and two gigantic burial mounds in stark contrast.
While violently squeezing the excellent sucker that competes for first or second place among my girls, I hold the bright red nipple in my mouth and trample it with my teeth.
“Ahh… Ugh!”
Claire struggles in pain.
In the meantime, he narrowed down his plump thighs to stop me from fiercely charging into the precious baby girl’s house.
He does not show clumsy resistance, such as waving his hand at me as he climbs into a pounding posture.
“It’s okay♥ Conquer me more♥Thank you for hitting me♥aaaaa♥”
As if proving that she was a submissive female, she even smiled.
The one who sent the undeniably happy life of a woman to hell in the megalopolis of the empire.
Her destiny is to have to laugh at the cruelty and sex of a guy who hates her.
This situation, which has already completely surrendered to the mind and tries to satisfy me even in the midst of pain in the body.
That excited me the most.
G cup red? White skin? Tightening look good?
Of course it is good to have
However, it is a supplementary condition, not a necessary condition.
What’s important is that bitch’s brain.
Each one of those brain cells that admitted to being conquered by me and acknowledged that she was once a toy to relieve my boredom, not a noble madam, looks the most beautiful.
Honestly, I want to kill Claire right now.
Murderous urge.
It’s not that I want to kill this bitch because I hate it.
Having sex without seeing her most beautiful part is frustrating.
Let’s assume that Claire is not my concubine, and is a girl I will never use.
I would have cut her temples with a jigsaw during sex and left a seed in her womb while observing the white brain folds inside.
Because that’s the position that gives me the most pleasure.
But Claire says she can’t do that because she’s not a throwaway woman.
Besides, such an S-class natural sucker is not easily obtainable anywhere.
It makes up for the 2% lack of sex by doing a hand-to-hand sword as it is regrettable.
Puck puck puck
“Ah ♥ Huh ♥ Okay ♥ I like the owner ♥”
“A bitch like food scraps.”
“Yes, I’m a bitch like a fish with only the bones left after losing the flesh, a noodle soup with only the soup left after eating the noodles, and a hollow watermelon skin!”
It’s been a very good year to figure out the subject for yourself.
It is doubtful whether she is the same person as the woman who fiercely resisted in Monas City instead of her spineless husband, Matthew.
Whatever, anyway.
It worked because I felt satisfied with the act of calling myself a worthless woman.
“In short, you’re a useless bitch.”
“Yes, I’m a lowly girl who exists only to get stuck in my master’s cock, so feel free to pierce my hole… “
View, view, view
Claire, who calls herself a bitch, doesn’t even feel ashamed.
While she was talking, I got a sense of her ejaculation, so I couldn’t stand it and cummed.
It was an inconsiderate ejaculation that did not use any contraception for accurate vaginal ejaculation and had not even been notified in advance.
Still, she feels the invader’s sperm churning in her belly, and she truly thanks me.
“Hayeot♥Master, I’m glad I can put your seed in my baby’s house.”
Claire, who had become a panda with a black bruise over her eye, got up and greeted me after her sex was over.
When I raise my body, white juice flows between the clam meat that has been horribly widened to the left and right.
Would it be an illusion if the semen that could not overcome her gravity and ran down the line of her thick thighs looked like the tears she secretly shed?
“It was pretty good sex.”
“Thank you, master.”
Her apothecary was as quiet as a mouse.
All the women who watched the intercourse filled with abnormal sexual desire looked at me with fearful faces.
Then, when my eyes meet, the females look down in surprise.
As much as she did not want to be like Claire, she cherished that small heart, so she tried to cause a bloody situation by causing a storm in the capital at once.
“Master, killing the women will disrupt the production of TS-1 pills.”
Her hand, which was placed on Claire’s horse as she skillfully cleaned up the semen on her cunt, casually scratched the back of her head.
As if the back of her head had been tickled from the very beginning.
As expected, he hasn’t been through me once or twice, so he can guess what I’m thinking just by looking at my eyes.
“Then you educate yourself well. If you see that kind of look in your eyes next time, let them know that there will be no next time.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Where is Olly? Are you inside?”
“My sister went to Peyton’s an hour ago to buy her ingredients.”
Then I’ll be back soon.
I decided to leave her apothecary and wait for Olivia.
As we left, I pondered why my sex with Claire had just been so rough.
I hadn’t planned to do it this far just a moment ago, but I suddenly got angry and treated him roughly.
Before, I had many mood swings during sex, so Claire was accustomed to accepting my madness.
Regardless of this, why the anger has risen is something to think about.
And I quickly found the answer.
Looking back at what happened today, there was only one thing that bothered me.
“It’s because of Emily.”
When I couldn’t completely keep that bitch under my control, frustration welled up in my heart, which transformed into sadistic sexual desire and bombarded Claire.
In any case, it was okay to hold on to Claire and resolve her dissatisfaction.
The pain or humiliation she must have felt in the process is not something that I, the worst protagonist, should care about.
How long did you wait
A green witch with a crumpled cone hat was flying on a broomstick.
If a witch that often appears in fairy tales pops up, she seems to be just such a woman.
I also learned a lot about their tastes even though I didn’t want to know while staying with the royal wives for a long time.
Olivia, a witch who wears olive balm on her hair, likes sweet food a lot.
There are few girls who don’t like sweet food, of course she does.
Most people like her, but I want to say that Olivia is my favorite among them.
Even before Craspolis was completed, he wandered around the Witch’s Forest chewing on sweet candy grass every time.
After the city was built, he visited the Peyton district and bought candy in bulk, always biting into his mouth except for bedtime.
Olivia’s short stature makes her look like a candy-loving child, and it suits her.
But today, Olivia must be in a bad mood.
Saggy shoulders, quivering eyes, pouting lips, trudging steps.
Not only this, but something incredibly bad must have happened to her today in that she isn’t biting a lollipop.
“Olivia.”
When I called her with her low voice, she, who didn’t even know I was there, looked up at her land and flew away. She raised her head in surprise.
Seeing me standing at the entrance, tears welled up quickly.
I’ve felt it for a long time, but my girls are very bad at hiding their emotions in front of me.
“Aaaaa!! Master!!”
I threw away the medicine in the bag and hugged me with tears in my eyes, and my clothes got wet in an instant.
I like getting females’ cunts wet, and I don’t like getting my clothes wet.
But since Olivia was my appointed wife, she exercised her superhuman patience and asked what she was doing.
“Okay, what happened?”
“Huh… Master, I went to the market today to buy groceries, and I received this letter.”
Then she pulled out a piece of paper from inside.
It is true that I was curious, so when I took out the letter and read it, nothing was written inside.
“It’s just blanks?”
“You have to put mana in to read it.”
It’s a pretty sophisticated technique.
At least, it doesn’t seem like the letter was sent by a stranger.
Let’s move the mana and blow it into the letter, and then the letter burns on the paper.
It’s like a text that pops up like a status window when you talk to Saerom.
Let’s check the contents Surprisingly… It was a letter from another witch besides Olivia.
