#Side Story 8. Bluebird in Pursuit of Happiness (7)
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Geomje.
The first sword master.
A superman who cut down even his fate.
Among the numerous absolute beings that existed in history, she was a particularly special being.
In particular, the Fairy Queen paid attention to her after Geomje defeated Jibaekryonghyeongun.
This was because she expected that she might be able to create new variables against the constellations.
That was why I attempted to mediate between the Geomje and the remaining dragons.
But the attempt failed.
Swords and dragons. In the first place, I was not a being that would meekly accept other people’s mediation.
In the end, she had no choice but to watch their fight with a sad heart.
It was from then on.
Among the subjects of her observation.
It included a white-haired boy.
Up until then, it was just a part of gathering information about the existence of the Sword Master.
But for some reason, the sight of the boy continuing to grow while persevering through harsh training and fighting continued to attract attention.
Master the sword.
At the cost of his teacher’s death.
Victory against the seven dragons.
Have a duel with the rampaging Sword Demon.
After defeating the Sword Demon after a seven-fight duel.
He became the guardian deity of humanity and soon became her most important object of observation.
Until then.
she believed
He is just a special object of observation.
He said that the reason he couldn’t take his eyes off him was just the feeling of a fan watching a shining star.
The happiness I feel every time I hear his heroic story is no different from the feeling of a mother hearing the success story of her grown child.
She is humanity’s first absolute being.
No matter how great a hero he is.
Have you lived a long time?
To her, in the end, she was just like a child bragging about being a little taller.
…No, it should have been the same.
But….
“Eup heeup.”
It’s soggy.
Tongues get mixed up.
No, mixing things up is a pleasure.
Every time the tongue penetrates without hesitation, sweeps over the pink lips, tickles the elegant teeth, and sucks the tongue.
A sensation I’ve never imagined in my life turns my mind white and makes me forget how to breathe, which was already difficult.
nevertheless.
It wasn’t painful.
To put it bluntly, the opposite.
A thrill that erases reason every time the tongues mix.
The heat that heats up my body every time sticky saliva flows down my throat.
An ecstatic pleasure that fills your mind and body, which has become so hazy that it takes your breath away.
He made her cling to him, forgetting even to breathe.
It’s hot.
Sticky.
Although intense.
Sweet enough to melt.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, focused solely on receiving the pleasure he gave her, before she suffocated.
Sniffling.
The lips finally fell.
“Ah…”
I was finally able to breathe properly.
Rather than being happy about that fact, she unconsciously let out a sad sigh.
Ask me to kiss you again.
As if tempting.
But she soon found out.
That regret was too hasty.
Slurp.
“…ah.”
Along the slender neck.
Lips moving slowly.
When she moaned in a different way than before at the deeper, hotter sensation than the rough kiss that gently sucked her delicate skin.
Well done!
suddenly.
Teeth digging into skin.
“Huh!?”
She tilted her slender head like a doe and fluttered her long ears at the unrestrained gnawing like a wolf biting its prey.
But that was just the beginning.
Kissing under the exposed chin.
Glancing over his round shoulders.
Biting my straight collarbone.
He moves his mouth.
Every time I gently slide my fingers over the smooth back, as if to match it.
She was lost in a whirlpool of hot, thrilling, tickling, and squishy pleasure.
Like a butterfly, intoxicated by a sweet scent, not even realizing that it was entangled in a carnivorous plant and being slowly digested.
side.
“Tsk ah…!”
It was only when his lips reached her plump skin that she regained some consciousness.
As if being transparent and thin wasn’t enough, she pulled the dress down slightly to the side, exposing her cleavage and abdomen.
Limon greedily lusts after the plump skin barely concealed by the thin fabric.
The movement is so skillful that it gives the pleasure of being struck by lightning just by moving the tongue a little.
Why?
It’s like I was just born.
Like a puppy getting milk for the first time.
The sight of him clinging so tenaciously to his own skin is so lovely.
I end up thinking in a dazed state.
‘It’s cute.’
And only then.
she remembered.
Even before I met Geomje in the distant past.
The image of him as a child who had no parents and had to protect himself with a sword from a young age.
Slurp.
“Shh.”
That was why.
The reason why, without realizing it, she gently hugged the head of the man who was lusting after her skin, as if comforting a child.
It’s instinct.
As an elder.
As the guardian deity of ancestral mankind.
Above all, as his mother-in-law and bride.
It was an unconscious action to give him a little bit of the maternal love he had never received in his life.
Wow!
“Huh?!”
But right after that.
That kindness has faded.
The hand slid down to the waist and immediately grabbed the round flesh like a balsam along with the thin dress.
And the thrilling stimulation that comes from the bulging skin that he has in his mouth, who has become incomparably stronger than before.
It made her mind, which was already hazy, gain strength as she brushed her fingers through his hair.
Hug him like that.
I was shaking with dizzying pleasure.
The moment I inadvertently looked into his eyes.
“…!”
She realized.
How foolish it had been for her to reveal her maternal instincts to him.
The guilt that colored his normally calm eyes.
And based on that guilt, a deep sense of immorality spreads and a platinum-colored desire burning hotly between vertically split eyes.
It turned out that he was not the only one who felt complicated feelings about becoming the bride of his daughter’s companion, the object of his lifelong admiration.
That’s why he was trying to see himself purely as a woman.
…But it was telling him that his foolish actions had completely destroyed his reason and ignited his lust.
And the price.
She paid with her own body.
Tsueup.
“Ah haha!”
Sucking in my smooth stomach.
Skimming the cute belly button.
Biting into my small waist.
Massaging the soft skin tightly.
It was rough and rough, incomparable to when she was restraining herself, and the stimulation became so intense that she couldn’t help but flutter her body again and again.
But he didn’t stop and continued trampling her along the beautiful curves.
And so, the moment his lips finally went down to below the navel.
Slurp.
So natural.
The hem of her short dress is turned back.
What is revealed are slender legs wrapped in vines…
…and a thin piece of cloth that would have been perfectly clean originally, but has now become dirty, revealing the most intimate skin.
And Limon pushed his head between the thick thighs stretched out underneath her without hesitation.
side.
“…!!!”
Is it because even though my reason was already melting away, at least some shame remained?
Or maybe it was because the soft touch of lips on the delicate skin of my thighs felt more destructive than the previous stimulation.
Oh my gosh.
Blushing, she reflexively shrank her legs and tried to push his head away with both hands.
But unfortunately, it was a pointless resistance.
Well done.
“Huh?!”
On your thighs.
On round knees.
In the hollow of the kneecap.
On slim calves.
On delicate ankles.
On the small instep.
On long toes.
On the soles of your feet.
As if there were no dirty parts on her body.
Holding on to that pure white leg, sometimes between the vines that wrapped around the skin, sometimes with the vines altogether.
The more he kissed, bit, sucked, and tickled her, the more her hands that tried to push him away lost strength, and her tight legs gradually opened.
Not satisfied with that, she felt dizzy from the stimulation coming from her toes again.
Tiptoe symbolizing worship.
The instep signifying subjugation.
Shanks, etc. to prove obedience.
Originally, kissing the feet and legs was an act of surrendering to the other person or expressing respect for them.
In fact, his soft kiss was full of adoration and respect for her.
But she couldn’t feel it at all.
It wasn’t just that my brain was melting into goo from the intense pleasure.
It was because of the passionate desire that was conveyed more clearly than awe every time he kissed me.
Wow.
“ha…!”
What is that desire?
It wasn’t until she felt the feel of those particularly deep teeth digging into her thighs that it meant ‘domination’.
This marks the area.
He respects himself.
Even though I respect and worship you.
At the same time, as a man, he wants to dominate, possess, and monopolize her.
As pure as he is greedy, it is evidence and proof that he truly wants it, not just to save himself.
As a woman, I am so ashamed and happy.
I was blushing again.
“…It’s good that the team leader fell in love with my mom faster than I could have boasted, but haven’t you forgotten something?”
“…!”
She stiffened.
This is because I remembered it only after hearing the voice in my ear.
Besides him and himself, there was another person here who had been watching his depravity until now.
At that fact, she exploded with shame in a different way than before.
“Daughter, this is not like that.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. “As I already said, the main role today is my mother.”
With a sigh.
The voice continues.
“It’s just that you two seem to have forgotten your original purpose.”
Ugh.
Just like that…
the magic circle on the floor vibrates.
The moment when the vines wrapped around his body began to emit a soft light.
“Huh?!”
Her back arched.
It wasn’t just because starlight, hotter than the sun and colder than the moon, began to flow through the vine connected to my daughter.
The more the starlight penetrates.
The terrifying explosion of pleasure made her let out a scream-like moan.
And….
“Now you can continue. No, rather, enjoy it as much as you can.”
“Sleeping daughter, what are you doing…”
“―When I created this magic, I probably referred to the Yin-Yang Happiness Method, so the more pleasure I felt, the better the effect became.”
“?!?!”
Say hello.
Tender armpits.
Sensitive waist.
A straight back.
The moment she took her breath away from the tickling pleasure created by the soft feathers being brushed.
Her long, pointed ears, which were bright red and twitching, were gently touched by her parted pink lips.
“No! Just keep your ears there.”
Well done.
“Huh?!”
Who did you learn this from?
Biting your sensitive ear with your teeth.
Skimming it with a slippery tongue.
Breathing.
Her daughter’s sincere filial piety made her lose consciousness.
That was why.
The reason she momentarily forgot the presence of the man who was biting her thigh between her legs, when she had to be the most alert.
He dug into that gap mercilessly.
Between the weakly spaced thighs.
Two jade pillars intersecting.
Over a thin piece of cloth.
Tsueup.
“?!?!?!”
Bouncing body.
Stars twinkling before your eyes.
Thighs twitching.
Feet stretched straight and straight.
What on earth did you do?
My back arches like a bow from the unimaginable stimulation coming from my most sensitive inner skin.
However, in the meantime, the stimulation coming from the long ears, pure white skin, and the most sensitive inner skin continued without stopping.
Caught between my daughter and son-in-law.
After flopping around a few times.
The result of being steeped in pleasure to the core.
In the end, after her eyes opened and she could no longer shake, he removed his lips from the soggy crotch.
He set his teeth.
Squeak.
Before tearing apart the prey.
Like tearing off skin that gets in the way of eating.
Tearing apart the thin piece of cloth, which was a mess in many ways, with my teeth.
Limon slowly got up.
And…
Sreuk.
“…!”
Clothes are falling down.
A perfect body revealed.
Maybe it was because the sight of a man already so excited, with a body made up of strong muscles, even in a hazy state of consciousness, was so shocking.
All kinds of emotions, including fear, anticipation, excitement, and shame, were mixed together and for a moment, I made an indescribable expression.
As he got closer.
It’s like he can’t bear to see it.
Or as if he doesn’t want to be seen.
She covered her face with both hands.
As if she understood that feeling, Na-kyung Yu covered her face with her wings, like covering the eyes of a child receiving an injection.
But neither she nor Yuna-kyung realized it.
Below the sweaty abdomen.
Between wide open legs.
Even smooth inner skin with no fine hairs.
Since the upper body was covered by the wings, the rest of the body stood out more.
How obscene it looks to hide the parts that can be clearly exposed while exposing the parts that should be hidden most secretly.
Their actions shattered even the last ounce of self-control of the groom and son-in-law.
therefore.
According to my boiling desire.
He held her legs.
The moment when I dug into the gap with the utmost roughness and ferocity.
Phew!
“…!!!”
It has been with human history.
The noblest fairy.
Pure white pleasure.
-Pierced through.
