Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 621

#621. Remember.

already drenched in rain

Clinging tightly to her slender body.

The last piece of outerwear that transparently reflected the skin.

Even so, the milky flesh, revealed as it was by taking off that one sheet, shines so clearly even in the darkness of the cave.

The curve that runs from the white nape of the neck to the straight back and soft buttocks to the slender calves is so beautiful that it naturally catches the eye.

it is demonic.

It’s so fragile that it looks like it’ll break right away.

That’s why it’s rather alluring.

It was beauty at the cost of her lifespan, which she had because she had suffered from her illness all her life.

―Like a poisonous flower that blooms more beautifully because it has poison.

Farr.

Maybe it’s because of the sudden cold air.

Goosebumps shuddered at her skin, but Maia didn’t put on her clothes again.

She lifted her head slightly.

She just looked at Limon.

In this second as she takes off her clothes, she tells the wound that she is almost done regenerating before she knows it.

Limon will be resurrected in a few minutes.

She didn’t have to stop.

From now on, Limon needed to wake up in order for her to write her way.

But it shouldn’t be like this.

Even so, the dragon psionic was stimulated by black magic, and Limon, who fell into the main fire intoxication, became extremely violent.

Besides, she harmed him with her balance.

If she opened her eyes now, Limon would cut her throat without giving her time to attempt a cure.

And now, with the power of only one balance weight left, it is impossible to stop such a limon.

But, fortunately for her, she had an alternative to quell his menace without the power of her scales.

to write that way.

Taking off all outerwear beforehand.

The moment she raised her psionic power.

Sseuseuk.

―Sweet scent.

spread out in the cave.

The source is her milky skin.

No, to be precise, it was the cold blood flowing through his skin.

Poison Dragon Blood Holy Flow.

The only poison attack of the seventy-two kinds that can be freely manipulated by adding poison to its own blood.

In particular, if the Green Dragon clan, which handles biological manipulation, learned this martial art, it could become a poison that poisoned others with just a drop of blood and body scent.

So it’s easy to misunderstand, but the true value of poisonous dragons is not in their killing power.

By changing the composition of blood at will, you can endow it with any quality.

extreme toxicity.

mysterious weakness.

Drugs that are out of this world…

…a stimulant that drives the opposite sex crazy with just its scent.

That was the reason why the monster lord, Gula, could only make a counterfeit product called ambrosia even after obtaining the recipe for nectar.

He could never get his hands on the most important ingredient of nectar, along with millennial flowers.

and this moment.

its key ingredient.

In other words, the green dragon princess who excelled at biological manipulation.

It can only be created by refining one’s own blood, which is already terribly toxic, into venomous dragon blood.

The raw material for nectar, the worst drug in history that can poison even a sword master, became a sweet scent and filled the cramped cave.

Even with the original intense addiction replaced with ingredients that stimulate more instinctive desire.

It’s the worst and best poison.

It is an aphrodisiac that makes even gods suffer from lust once they smell it.

Since the poison was so terrible that it was not neutralized with millennia, once poisoned, it was a deadly drug that made one suffer from supreme pleasure and desire until death.

but only one.

Because I have a body that is invulnerable to poison.

The only one who can withstand that toxicity.

That’s why the moment her scent permeated the body of a man who could only accept pure effects.

pounding.

The regenerated heart beats.

The closed eyelids open.

Golden pupils with vertically split pupils were revealed.

Originally, it was filled only with a ferocious voice that would rip apart anything.

However, the moment the golden eyes mixed with some strange heat flowed softly due to the poison that permeated the heart in a defenseless state.

Maia opened her mouth.

“I command you with the power of scales.”

Is it an instinctive sense of danger?

Or is it because of the memory of hearing the same voice and piercing your own heart?

Limon, who jumped up to her body, lunged at her Maia at a speed that she could not see, and grabbed her by the throat.

No she was grabbing.

But she couldn’t stop Maia, who was already preparing, from continuing her words.

“Look at me.”

Dig!

Just before grabbing her neck.

With her hand suspended in the air.

Instead, Limon looks at himself as if he is going to eat him.

The closer you get, the more your scent permeates.

Looking straight into those golden eyes that quickly become congested and dyed with hotter desire instead of anger and life.

Maia extended her finger.

Towards the last two pieces of cloth she had by stripping off all her outer garments.

Sarak.

A thin piece of cloth clinging to her chest unravels like a cicada’s skin, and a gentle curve emerges.

A small piece of cloth draped over her pelvis flows down her slender calves, revealing the most tender skin.

without a single thread.

revealing her full body.

Even if she can’t be called voluptuous.

That’s why she rather sees a slender naked body that stands out more elegantly without any flab.

The moment when Limon’s bloodshot eyes became clearer and the heat that burned in his golden eyes finally set his chest on fire and turned into excitement.

Twist your blue-white lips.

with her cynicism.

ask mockingly

“How long are you going to watch?”

Fuck!

It was right after that.

He gripped his slender neck.

What pushed her forcibly until her back hit the hard cave wall.

only a few seconds at most.

The only thing that restrained his actions with the last remaining balance weight was the limit.

Because of that, his balance was filled with ten black weights, which was the worst.

If Limon instinctively uses the power of the scale.

Because I had no choice but to follow.

But also regret.

Or even despair.

Maia’s green eyes, gloomy like a swamp, were not contained at all.

He just looked at Limon in the most serene way, as if he had finished his work.

and….

Far away!

Limon’s teeth.

He bit off Maia’s neck.

A canine tooth poking right over the carotid artery.

It behaves like a beast’s instinct to hunt a prey that can rip an artery with just a little bit of jaw force.

But Limon didn’t.

At the end of staring at Maia with golden eyes while biting the vital part of his neck.

well done

Throat chewing teeth.

Just like checking the food for poison.

Limon left teeth marks on the milky skin along the carotid artery with slow movements.

Drops of blood leaked from the wound and flowed along the smooth neck like a hind, and then flowed naturally into Limon’s mouth.

If it were other people, they would either die instantly or get poisoned and struggle just by imitating them.

However, Limon did not suffer in the slightest.

I rather like it.

Slide your lips over the wound.

I just tasted the blood as sweet as the scent that emanated from her whole body.

biting off

sucking up

Swipe through.

Its appearance is the perfect beast.

It was the appearance of a wild beast that was busy filling its hungry stomach with hibernation.

However, Limon’s hunger grew even deeper as he tasted the blood, leaving teeth marks on Maia’s neck.

in that hunger.

The moment Limon moved.

“…!”

Maia flinched.

It was because Limon’s hand, which had been pressing on her shoulder, began to slide naturally along her skin.

past her straight collarbone.

Hit the shallow hills.

Sweeping the fragile waist.

Until he scratched the inside of his tender thigh.

His hand, which had been moving slowly as if confirming each touch, suddenly rose again and roughly gripped her firm breasts.

do it right

Flesh trembling like fear.

Even so, he doesn’t root himself out.

Feeling the pulsation transmitted from Maia’s neck as she accepted her touch without any resistance.

Limon laughed.

like….

As if satisfied with a subdued prey.

No, it wasn’t the ferocity of a beast watching prey that was already dyeing his golden eyes.

It was male hunger.

The dragon psionic instinct.

A sweet scent that passes through the nose.

Above all, the stimulation of her blood, which he tasted to his heart’s content.

She was stimulating his desire, even breaking through the resistance that had been stinging.

To the extent that he even forgot his thirst for murder and destruction due to his passionate possessiveness and desire to have the female right in front of him.

And Limon, who had already lost his reason, did not dare to put up with his own instincts.

not to resist

As a final warning.

After biting her neck again.

With one arm, she grabbed Maia’s slender waist to prevent her from running away.

With her other hand, she caressed her tender skin and bit off even the bumpy hill.

Enemy!

rough

ferocious

violent like a beast.

A beast-like movement, only to satisfy its own desires, without feeling any kindness or consideration.

However, Limon, who coveted Maia, who trembled with more intense stimulation due to her roughness, did not realize it.

He bites and touches her.

The more you fill the boiling desire.

The fact that Maia’s dragon psionic resonates with him and creates a strange flow.

“ha.”

The more intense the flow of psionics, the deeper the desire rather than being satisfied, and the endlessly soaring pleasure just by being in contact with it.

with heavy breathing.

Forget about vigilance now.

His hands, which had been frantically coveting himself, eventually dug in between her legs.

And so he feels himself ready to plunge his own knee into the gap and devour the deepest part of his body.

Maia suddenly opened her mouth.

“Remember, swordsman.”

Maybe it was because she, who had been silent with no resistance, opened her mouth for the first time.

Looking straight into Limon’s golden eyes, which had no reason to see him even in the midst of her simmering desire.

she spoke softly.

“The fact that you are violating me now.”

love him

Even if he gave up his body.

Right now, Limon is forcibly coveting himself, not his bride, out of desire, not love.

“It is not that you hurt me, but that I am leaving a scar on you that will last a lifetime.”

“…”

There would be no such thing as reason anymore.

Still, seeing him hesitantly, Maia thought.

He is also an amazing man.

Even a princess born with the dragon’s true blood would find it difficult to maintain even the bare minimum of judgment in a state devoured by a dragon psionic.

As if it stopped before cutting itself.

Even though it is running out of control with the main fire.

Is it iron reason or lofty pride that suppresses even instinct in front of the last line?

but a matter of time.

The result is fixed.

The more you waste your time unnecessarily.

Because it will only make you suffer more.

Above all, beyond the scars Limon leaves on himself.

He knows that the wounds he left will be deeply and vividly etched in his heart forever.

Maia accelerated the psionic current through her body.

The most bizarre and bizarre technique out of all the 72 types of festivals.

Uneducated, but not uneducated.

Usually you don’t even need to learn.

Jeolhak, which was created by Doknokryongyakgun, so that the green dragon princess, who is difficult to make even a companion due to its too strong poison, can inherit the dragon’s true blood.

it’s finished

Resonating with Limon’s psionic.

The moment when he, who had lost his last sense of reason due to his exploding desire, finally pressed down Maia’s body.

『Seventy-two kinds of eight seasons

Seven Twelve Classes of Martial Arts

Yin-Yang Joy Dafa

The Great Law of Yin Yang

“Haha…!”

fiery pleasure.

It pierced Maia’s body.