Solo Swordmaster - Chapter 902

#902. Because it ‘s

for you

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A swordsman who did not hold a sword.

The sword-gwang who thought about whether to kill him.

A sword demon who dabbled in black magic.

The swordsman who proposed to him.

Even Geomrang, who was a maniac.

To Limon, every student was special.

No, it had to be special.

The only one who can become a sword master is a superman who masters swordsmanship, cuts down his destiny, and becomes the Thousand Killer himself.

That’s why, out of thousands of geniuses and talents he taught over hundreds of years, only seven disciples had their names engraved on the sword tower.

However, if he had to choose the most special student among them, he would always think of the sword spirit.

In rags-like clothes.

As if the time was crooked.

A girl who lived alone in the wilderness.

Without knowing human language or culture, she acts only with instinct and wildness. She is truly a beast.

No, it would not be an exaggeration to say that even though they have human brains, they are inferior to beasts in that they have refrained from using their intellect.

Teaching her was not an easy task even for Limon, who had raised several young students.

language.

culture.

common sense.

let me know one by one

Also, he catches her running away naked because she doesn’t want to wash, gives her a bath, and dresses her.

Until she, who is innocent like a blank sheet of paper but reluctant to be human, makes a habit of doing the minimum as a human being.

Limon’s suffering knew no bounds.

It even made her happier when she was able to talk openly than when she realized that she was a swordsman.

In that sense, the Sword Spirit was a truly special disciple to Limon as well.

The thing I cherished the most was the sword painting.

Even though the most affectionate thing is after the sword.

Sword Spirit, who taught him directly from one to ten, was the only disciple who made him understand the feelings of a widower raising a daughter.

What if I had a daughter

As many times as I’ve thought about it.

So it was.

Right now at this moment.

why did he stop?

“….”

The top was taken off and the small breasts were exposed.

A cute belly button shyly located in the middle of a narrow waist.

Strong arms and legs with no flab, as they have been running around the wilderness all their lives.

A girl lying on a boat, revealing her appearance as she was born except for a few accessories except for her feather hat and anklets.

That naked body is small.

It’s slender and unpretentious.

It even looks fresh.

But that didn’t mean immature.

From the body that looks solid and sleek, to the brown skin that stands out for its smoothness as it is drenched in sweat.

That figure is a beast.

Like a bobcat or a dolphin birdhawk.

Although it was nimble, it was not massive, so it was a mature beast itself whose wildness stood out even more.

“…”

From childhood until now.

It was washed directly countless times.

A familiar body that I saw and touched.

But that’s why he had no choice but to stop when he saw the naked body he had always overlooked.

A body twitching with pleasure.

A desperately struggling breath.

Eyes stained with pleasure.

because I was telling you

Right now at this moment.

The fact that what is in front of him is a female before a disciple or a girl he has raised since childhood.

“Ah…”

Could it be because of that hot gaze?

Even when I was in a daze.

She wrapped her arms around her body.

I feel shame for the first time as if it were a lie that I hadn’t even known the shame of my life.

The figure carefully covering the chest and legs with a small hand rather draws the gaze to the hidden part and stirs the emotions.

“…repair. I’m sorry, but I won’t apologize.”

I knew from the beginning.

she is a heretic

no, it’s heterogeneous.

Even though God loves humans, he doesn’t understand them, just as wolves don’t know how to live underwater.

The fact that she, who has lived only in dreams, cannot immerse herself in reality even though she knows the reality, and cannot share affection with humans because she considers herself like an animal.

And since he became a sword master, that eternal life would be eternal loneliness.

Still, during my immortal life, I hoped that someday I would be able to get out of that solitude and find happiness.

real happiness.

human affiliation.

without knowing anything

After living in solitude for the rest of my life.

The running Suri ended his life after suffering only real misfortunes.

So it was.

The reason why I decided to do anything to let her know that she is not alone and that there are also realities that are happier than dreams in this world.

Maybe it’s just a sense of responsibility.

Or he could be mistaking sympathy for another emotion.

But enough worries.

Again, to remember the words of the master.

Because I don’t want to regret anymore.

Above all, I couldn’t leave this poor girl alone twice.

Putting everything down and looking straight at the eagle running as a single male, Limon whispered to her.

“I will definitely make you happy.”

“…Teacher male?”

guilt and determination.

Kindness and lust, etc.

Maybe because I felt the complex emotions contained in that whisper.

Ahead of the girl looking up at herself with hazy eyes, soaked in the pleasure she feels for the first time in her life.

He undressed slowly.

And, likewise, he lightly squeezed the wrist of the girl who had seen it dozens of times since she was young, but seemed surprised.

There was no resistance.

Like the gate to welcome the lord.

Two arms that can be removed effortlessly with just a slight pull.

He slowly put his body on top of the naked body of a small and slender girl who was exposed in that way.

The brown skin glistening with sweat and the hard body with prominent muscles are in close contact with each other, creating hot heat.

between the girl’s legs.

Push your knees slightly.

creating gaps naturally.

Limon hugged her thin waist.

Like a hunter who secretly sets a noose so that the prey he has lured with his prey does not escape.

There was no need to hesitate any longer.

The sticky heat transmitted through the body that was in contact told me that the girl was already ready.

More than anything else, the dizzying body odor emanating from the tempting moist eyes and sweat-drenched skin made him unbearable.

So live.

kissing the girl

The moment I completely overlapped her body.

“…!”

―The girl’s body, pierced by a pleasure deeper than a dream, jumped up.

* * *

Again.

A hot breath resembling a wolf’s howl and a cat’s hissing wets the air.

Sweat drips.

from white hair.

Ride the eyebrows from the forehead.

Drops of sweat formed on the tip of the chin and then fell off the place where the droplets of sweat landed on the slightly protruding chest.

Originally it was soft, but now it moistened the tip of the pink light that trembled while it hardened from the pleasure of supporting the body.

It sucked in the sweat that soaked that brown skin, and the larger droplets of sweat flowed down the slim belly.

Even with black tattoos.

The smooth skin stands out.

However, at the end of slipping down the abdomen, which was constantly swaying from the heat digging into the inside, sweat dripped into the cute belly button.

iron puck.

“Haha…!”

On a small, round buttocks.

Muscular bodies collide.

Drops of sweat continue to flow from the navel of the girl who was forced to bounce back.

Riding the heat in the lower abdomen.

Pass between the legs wrapped around his waist.

It was innocent until a while ago, but it was crushed, and now it is being crushed mercilessly, and it blends in with the pink petals.

Was it because he felt even the touch of a drop of cold sweat vividly with the sword master’s superhuman senses?

bending your back

A girl who cries.

In the process, the contracted muscles reflexively crouch the hand that was holding him, causing his nails to dig in.

The sword master’s skin, which is tougher than the skin of most beasts, is torn by the grip of a superhuman who can tear even beasts with his bare hands.

Eight furrows that form on a solid back.

back.

“crane…!”

But he didn’t stop.

As if punishing her, she clutched at her dainty breasts.

It just dug deeper into her than his nails dug into his back.

The more the girl who couldn’t bear the much stronger pleasure stuck her teeth into her shoulder and scratched her back several times.

He pressed harder on her.

Each time, she struggled like a beast.

It’s a vicious cycle over and over again.

It was an infinite cycle in which pleasure gave birth to pain and washed it away with stronger pleasure over and over again.

In such a raging storm, the boat carrying them creaked and shook as if it would sink into the underworld at any moment.

But neither he nor she.

did not stop the action.

I seem to have forgotten where this is.

Or even if you die, it doesn’t matter.

They were just constantly coveting each other and drowning in pleasure.

It was for this reason that Limon shed another drop of sweat.

Through relationships with princesses who use the Great Law of Yin-Yang Joy, he is already accustomed to the pleasures that transcend humanity.

He was the one who had experienced the perfect body of a sword master while taking a swordsman as his bride.

However, his relationship with the running Suri was stimulating him on a different level.

Even if it’s smaller than the sister.

A perfect girl’s body.

And a lively and active response.

Above all, her wildness, reminiscent of a beast in heat, stimulated his instincts and tried to devour his reason.

However, he did not let go of his reason even in the storm of pleasure hotter than fire.

in the burning heat.

Keep your head as cold as possible.

even though he continues to harass her.

I just slowly stretched my hand out to the side.

And so, after endlessly deepening, the moment when the girl who was about to climax finally stiffened her limbs wrapped around his body.

Fu-wook!

“…?”

-One blade.

burrowed into her stomach.

Is it because it is a death scene deeper than a dream?

Or was it because the pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t even feel the pain?

While she was staring at the carving knife stuck in her belly with blank eyes.

the person who put it in.

Limon whispered.

“It hurts a little, but bear with it.”

“…Teacher male?”

“It’s all for you.”

No doubt about the repair.

She knew that if he did this to her, there must be a reason for it.

I just felt a deep regret that the pleasure had stopped ahead of the climax that I could have reached in just a little while longer.

but right after that.

She forgot all her regrets.

Ugh.

“Huh…?!”

The moment the platinum carving knife vibrated.

It was because the black tattoos on her smooth abdomen were burned, and an incomparable, intense pleasure came to her.

Squeak.

“…! …!!!”

The area of the black tattoo with the carving knife is reduced, but instead, the soft platinum light permeates it.

hotter than the sun

colder than the moon.

The more the mysterious brilliance that seems to have been created by collecting starlight, the more intense the pleasure is.

A pleasure that continues to deepen beyond the climax that should have been found.

While she was trembling at that unimaginable stimulation.

Smack!

“…?!”

Her pupils constricted.

I was still struggling with pleasure beyond the limit.

It was because, along with the sticky sensation of flesh being interlocked again, this time, pleasure burst out not only from the outside but also from the depths of the stomach.

and quietly.

A hand stroking your hair.

“Shh.”

Like comforting a sick child.

His act of patting himself, withdrawing and digging into his body again, giving him pleasure like a thunderbolt.

Running repair realized.

that he misunderstood

That he misunderstood his shivering as pain, not pleasure, and tried to subdue it with pleasure as he had done until now.

‘Misunderstanding. Teacher male sleep…!’

she was trying to talk

it’s a misunderstanding

But unfortunately.

Running repairs were too late.

Without giving him a chance to stop him, Limon began to trample her again with all his might.

“…!”

The heat created by the mixing of the senses from inside and outside the ship emptied my head completely white, forgetting about the lawyer who was speaking.

Bite your ankle and twist your back.

Convulsions when the stomach is cut with a carving knife.

Later, she seizes the boat herself and prostrates herself like an animal to seduce him.

eventually so.

She was consumed with pleasure.

Now there are also teachers and disciples.

There was no sympathy and no one to take responsibility.

There were only females who stick out their tongues and struggle with pleasure, and males who eventually leave everything to their instincts and covet lewd mates.

how many days

how many months

Or how many years?

At the boundary between life and death, where even time is meaningless.

The moment when she bent her back as if she would break after reaching the climax she longed for.

Finally, the platinum light that swallowed up all the black tattoos exploded, and the feathers of brilliant light that fluttered in the air permeated her…

…and everything was over.