Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 1099

Solo Swordmaster Chapter 1099

#Side Story 68. Bride accepting a drink (8)

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He was a dangerous little boy.

The first person she met was Limon.

It wasn’t just that he was born as a slave and lived as a gladiator, so what the young subject was most familiar with was murder and cutting.

It was because of those eyes.

oh my god.

To humans.

The future.

Without expecting anything.

It’s as if it doesn’t matter if I die today.

A young child with eyes that are duller than those of an old man who is about to die.

That was why.

Better than that swordsmanship.

More than that talent.

Rather than living that way.

The reason why she was certain that the boy was born with a natural instinct.

This is the reason why they almost kidnapped him and made him his disciple.

If the boy was left alone, he would grow up to be a murderer worthy of royalties, so he did not feel a sense of duty to prevent future disasters.

I just didn’t like it.

Eyes like those rotten pigeons.

So much so that I want to somehow get that little boy to think properly.

Was that why?

The hardships she experienced after that impulsive decision were indescribable.

Compared to the first student who was good at everything, the boy who only knew about cutting and killing was always a troublemaker who needed a lot of work.

nevertheless.

She had no regrets.

The boy’s eyes have brightened slightly since the day he quit while contemplating whether to kill himself.

The swordsmanship improves as each day passes and the way he learns everything regularly.

That cute artist who boasts that he defeated the master of the Seven Dragons, like a cat catching a mouse.

Because it was more fun than difficult.

That was why.

Come back from the dead.

Meeting Limon again.

Listening to him about his past life.

When you get cut by him at the end of a duel.

The reason she was able to die smiling.

As a teacher, I was very satisfied that the little boy who had just taken a personality improvement class had grown so well.

He is the guardian deity of mankind, and I was shocked that he wasted his life on useless things…

but I was actually a little proud of him.

Maybe that’s why.

She is tied to this world.

Because I was overly satisfied.

Because the disciple has become so great.

Without realizing it, I may have wanted to watch him grow and live freely.

But…

wow.

“Huh!”

…I didn’t want to check it like this.

She felt dizzy as she was forced to check the body of her student, who had grown beautifully through the solid heat that penetrated into the core of his body.

I have lived my whole life as a swordsman.

I had never imagined life as a woman.

The fact that the innocence I had maintained my entire life was taken away by that little boy.

And the taboo of having a relationship like this between priests made me feel an indescribable, murky and bitter shock.

But is it fortunate?

Or is it misfortune?

The shock didn’t last long.

Squeak.

“Ha!”

My body is mixed up.

Every time a sticky sound rings out.

An unfamiliar sensation, felt for the first time in my life, surges from the center of my body.

To put it bluntly, it is pain.

Tear off raw flesh.

Opening up those wounds.

Even more digging.

Acts that are closer to torture cause pain as if the body were being torn apart.

But why?

Her instinct as a woman forces her to automatically lift her waist and accept the culprit of the pain more deeply.

Just as we joyfully welcome pain that can only be experienced once in our lives.

Above all, his skillful movements did not allow her to remain complacent in pain forever.

Wow.

“Tsk.”

A hand that squeezes the round lump of flesh so hard that it feels numb even in a body that has become dull thanks to drinking alcohol to the point of intoxication.

In contrast, lips that suck the nape of the neck as if grazing, and teeth that lightly bite the collarbone.

The rough yet delicate stimulation interlocks with each other and disturbs the five senses, gradually making one get used to the pain.

It leads you to focus on the sensation of heat gently stirring inside your body instead of the pain.

“Haa….”

Hot.

It’s tingling.

Dizzying.

As his desire penetrates his body, he involuntarily lets out an excited breath at the pleasure that gradually becomes clearer.

She realized.

What is this pleasure?

More than the sense of accomplishment from swinging a sword.

More than the satisfaction of delicious alcohol.

More essential and instinctive.

If it is a living creature, it can of course be obtained, and as such, it is that much more intense and pure.

―Pleasure.

Tsueup.

And the more you mix your body.

The pleasure also gradually deepens.

It wasn’t just that I could feel the faint stimulation more clearly as I became numb to the pain.

The more the hot desire that tore through my flesh dug into the wound, the stronger the stimulation itself became.

So I understand.

No, I understand.

Now he is carving a scar on himself.

Little by little, using your own desires, into the deepest and most secret parts of your body that no one can see.

It’s as if by fitting a scabbard that doesn’t fit onto a sword perfectly, you can make the sword sound pleasant just by inserting the sword.

And as the scar deepens, his body is becoming accustomed to his disciple.

It’s a sin.

Even if it’s not a crime.

Such an immoral atrocity.

Well done.

“Tsk, yeah.”

But why?

The sense of immorality of having committed something that should not have been committed and the sense of freedom from breaking the norm actually make one feel more intensely stimulated.

It’s cloudy and sticky like honey water, making it even sweeter and more addictive.

Still, if only that were it.

He would have been on guard.

Just as the more flashy the poisonous mushroom, the more we instinctively shy away from it, if it was too sweet, we would have felt repulsed.

But underlying that joy is soft affection.

So that she doesn’t suffer.

To make it a little more comfortable.

So that it doesn’t become a painful memory.

The student’s consideration for each and every movement that gives pleasure is so warm that it makes one unable to even think of escaping from it.

Like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web.

like that.

It’s heating up.

It’s heating up.

It’s heating up.

I want to do something about my burning hot body, but I don’t know what to do.

Even while I was simply struggling, twisting my back to match his movements, shaking my body, and sliding my legs across the bed.

The pleasure becomes deeper and deeper.

And so, as the heat reached its peak, the moment when his desire penetrated into the deepest part of his body.

Phew!

“…!”

The pupils constrict.

Tilting your head back.

With my nails dug into his back.

Her stiff mind became white with pleasure.

Just like that….

…….

….

time passed.

Is it because the stimulation was so intense?

She hugged him and remained stiff as they were connected, and only after a long time had passed did she let out a breath that had stopped.

“Haa…”

Was that a sigh of relief?

Or is it a sigh of regret?

Even though he didn’t know the answer himself, Geomje thought about it without thinking.

It wasn’t as bad as I thought.

No, to be honest, it was more than I imagined. It’s unfair that I didn’t know about something this good until I died.

But I wish I knew now.

It’s a bit weird that the other person is a student, but you can just think of it as a final gift.

She soothed herself as she immersed herself in the comfort of the body temperature of her student who touched her like that.

…No, I tried to do that.

Wow!

“Huh?!”

If only the tingling sensation hadn’t surged in my stomach again.

I was immersed in the afterglow of climax.

Her unhealed wound was stimulated again and she let out a cat-like moan without realizing it.

And then he glared resentfully at the damn student who had intruded on him again…

“…Master?”

“….”

It was only when she saw golden eyes looking at her with surprise and suspicion that she realized.

It’s not him.

Rather, it was himself.

Also squeezing his desires.

And before I knew it, I had wrapped my two slender legs around his strong waist.

-As if it’s still not enough.

The problem is that she had absolutely no intention of doing such an outrageous act.

Still, she was confused as to why she was entangling herself with him, but soon realized.

Unless you are yourself.

That there is only one answer.

Because her body now…

[That’s not how copulation works.]

…Because it was borrowed in the first place.

and.

she saw

Three Sasons who willingly offered to lend their bodies to help him achieve Buddhahood.

Among them, the Indian girl, whom I chose first because she was the most active, was floating in a translucent state.

“Is it a repair?”

[Master is very bad at mating with females. I wasn’t satisfied at all.]

“What…?”

Whether or not she was shocked to hear something from Sason that she had never imagined before.

Like Yuna-kyung, who was possessed by She-ra through Shinma-unification, a girl who gave up her body and shared only her senses in the state of a living spirit.

The running repairman spoke with dissatisfaction as he looked at Geomje, who had restored his body using his own body.

[The male teacher was not satisfied yet. However, it ends alone before the seeds are even received. So shabby.]

“…!”

Only then.

Geomje realized.

Although they mixed their bodies together, they were the only ones who reached climax.

In fact, his desire that is still within him has not lost any of its strength. That it was maintaining that heat.

I just suppressed that desire out of consideration for her as she reached her climax.

The fact that he was satisfied with himself without knowing that fact made the Geomje’s face turn red with anger.

But unfortunately.

That was just the beginning.

[So I took his place.]

“…What?”

“What the…huh??”

Wow!

Without even having time to understand its meaning.

The Geomje groaned again.

The moment when the two legs wrapped around his waist felt like they were gaining strength.

This was because his waist bounced of its own accord, tightening his desire that had already penetrated deep into his body.

Realizing that it was Suri’s action, not Geomje’s, Limon sighed and stopped her.

But…

“Suri, what are you doing?”

[If you are going to be a male teacher, do it properly.]

“….”

[If you do this roughly, the female teacher will not be able to feel the joy properly. Then you will be satisfied and will not be able to attain Buddhahood.]

“That is….”

If you don’t want to make lending your body a waste, do it right.

When Limon felt speechless at the simple but always honest words of the girl.

Blood vessels sprouted on the Geomje’s forehead.

“Hey you bitch. “Don’t hold back and do it right.”

“…Master?”

“Let’s see how good my son-in-law is at mating and how he can squirm like this.”

“….”

If you continue to be considerate and do it in moderation, I will regard you as a knight-errant and have you excommunicated.

Looking at the swordsman grinding his teeth.

Limon closed his eyes.

Because I could quickly tell that she was going crazy.

There is no way to speak to the Sword Emperor in this state. She was angry at not being able to drink as much as she wanted, so she rebelled against the Seven Dragons, became a sword master, and cut down seven dragons.

Moreover, what Suri said about running was not wrong.

If Geomje was this satisfied, he would have already achieved Buddhahood.

So with a deep sigh.

Limon asked softly.

“I’m sure you’ll be okay….”

“If you’re going to criticize me, you bastard.”

“….”

Like a truly faithful disciple.

Limon simply lost his self-control.

To be honest, it was true that it was hard for him to endure it out of consideration for the first time Geomje.

And then…

…the real fun began.

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Coo.

“Ssshhhhhh!”

It’s noisy.

I’m thinking in a hazy way.

With a faint wish that, if possible, I would immediately shut the mouth that spews out that vulgar doctrine.

But she knew better than anyone else that it was impossible.

Clap!

Bodies colliding.

My back is bent.

Every time the flesh gets mixed up.

A feeling of pleasure that pierces from head to toe like a thunderbolt.

And every time, I couldn’t stop my own mouth from opening and gasping for breath.

…as if I had no choice but to accept him as he bumped into me from behind.

Clap!

“Sigh…!”

A loud ringing sound.

Drops of sweat falling on my butt.

Long hair tickling my cheek.

Even if you try to ignore it, you have no choice but to know.

Now, he is on his knees, prostrate, being raped by his disciple.

It’s like…

– like a dog that clings to itself.

It was so miserable to see her most private parts exposed to him like that.

It even makes you feel the humiliation of losing your dignity as a person before being a teacher and being reduced to a mere animal.

No, it had to be that way.

But at this moment.

She didn’t feel humiliated.

Rather, my heart was overflowing with joy and joy at becoming the beast I had wanted to become all my life.

‘This is emotional reflux…!’

It was like that.

It wasn’t her joy.

It was just that the running mind of Suri, which was currently dominating the body, was being conveyed intact through the overlapping soul.

Still, if only that were it.

I could have endured it.

The problem was that it was not just emotions that were conveyed that way.

Rather, the bigger problem is the senses.

In other words, it was a feeling of maddening pleasure.

Tsk tsk.

“Haaak haha!”

‘How can this happen?’

When I gave up my virginity to Limon, I was satisfied with discovering a pleasure I had never known in my life.

But that was an illusion.

The ‘real’ that was conveyed after the running repair took control of the body was on a different level.

It was natural.

Unlike her, who didn’t know what to do, so she just surrendered her body and accepted the pleasure.

It opens its petals and tempts you.

Bounce your hips to match him.

Tighten your stomach tightly.

Letting out a passionate cry.

Running Suri had no hesitation and coveted him with more passion than he coveted her.

Throw away reason and things like that.

Just be faithful to your instincts.

Truly an animal…

no, like a female.

But that’s why she was accepting the joy of being a female more intensely than she was pure.

The pleasure didn’t even end there.

Slurp.

‘body…!?’

Fading scars.

Gradually decreasing body size.

He even looks younger than he is young.

Even while struggling with dizzying pleasure, Geomje felt it.

A secret art that superimposes the soul of a dead person onto a living body based on the laws of lion rebirth and the union of gods and demons.

With that power, the body that was originally rebuilt based on her soul is being eaten away by its original owner, Suri, as the initiative is taken away.

As a result, her exterior was getting closer and closer to repairs…

but in fact, what was bigger than the exterior was the internal change.

Pierced by him.

Torn and torn apart.

My body was getting used to it little by little.

The wound gradually disappears and you become more accepting of his desires.

It’s as if I’m assimilating into my original body, which has been trained to feel the easiest and most intense pleasure by mixing my body with it dozens and hundreds of times.

And as if he knew how to use that body to feel more intense pleasure.

Suri’s movements have also become more skillful.

The pleasure also becomes deeper.

More more more.

It seems like this is just the beginning.

Or, it seems like the ‘real’ thing hasn’t even started yet.

‘No, stop this…!’

That was why.

He cooed.

She grabbed the sheets.

A sense of heterogeneity, becoming something else.

And the instinctive sense of crisis and desperation for the endlessly intense pleasure allowed her to regain control of her body, at least with her hands.

I try to escape this pleasure by crawling on the sheets,

but…

wow.

“…?!”

Both wrists are grabbed.

Like tying up fleeing prey.

Before I knew it, a hand reached out from behind me.

So, of course, I lost my only means of escape.

With my arms tied to my thin, sweat-covered back, I felt a desire to dig deeper into my body, with my face pressed against the bed and my lower body held high.

she realizes.

Now, I can’t escape this pleasure without his permission.

No, even if he allowed it, the owner of this body would not allow it.

“Ugh…?!”

so that. As

he digs in and

as his body accepts.

Forcibly marinated, marinated, marinated in pleasure.

The moment when I finally felt, with my female instinct, that the hot heat rushing through my body exploded.

The thin waist is curved.

My vision is blinking white.

My toes curl.

Sticky saliva flowing.

Just before the small body starts twitching in and out…

Paaah!

Unable to withstand the pleasure that exceeded its limits, the spirit body of the Sword Emperor jumped out of the girl’s stiff body.