Dragon’s Legacy

-1

Tuesday, the day of college vacation was just around the beginning of June, and at the same time, women's clothes were getting shorter. In keeping with that, the poem dressed the staff in a summer café uniform from Kesron Castle's wardrobe. Unlike the uniform I wore in spring, the material was thinner and the arms of the dress were slightly shorter to cover my armpits.

The uniform of the same Rohim cafe, the design itself was not much different, and it was the same as before, providing optimal comfort without disturbing the activity.

“Still no coffee? ”

“Sorry, we'll do it as soon as we can. ”

Chorong, a part-time student, apologized to the customer with a sorry face.

Cafe Quezron's customers grew more and more every day. It has been busy since the opening day, but now it has been stretched to a long line to take out coffee.

Of course, I wasn't so busy all day, but the time after lunch as it is now and the time after college class was peaked.

After making and calculating busy coffee and organizing the cafe, it was only after 2 pm that I was able to rest.

The coffee was delicious, and unlike other cafes, there were a lot of guests who wanted to take a takeout, so I thought the sales of 30 million won would be ridiculous. Then, the labor cost of part-time students, Hyunju, and Chanmyung was approximately 6.5 million won, and the net income of renting up to 1 million won, among other things, was at least 20 million won per month.

For a store worth only 25 square feet, it was unreasonable sales and net profit.

After calculating the money, the situation was laughed at. Even though I did not level up, I was so satisfied now that I started Aru and met many women and had sex as I liked and made more than 20 million won a month. When I leveled up, I could get rare items and huge treasures that do not exist in real life, but I also wondered if I would really need it to earn 20 million won each month.

It was 3: 30 before I sat at the table and watched Café Quezron's article on the Internet and was playing around with alcohol.

“Hyun-joo, I'll be out a little after 6: 00. Please take care of the shop. ”

“Yes, I understand. Boss.”

I had to go to Chan Mi's house and study, not sex……

The poet left the cafe and went to the house of praise.

“Welcome. Brother.”

Following the eulogy with a happy expression, I went to the room and set the table in advance for my study.

“Brother, let's simulate today in June. I got the printer. ”

“Can't we do something else first? ”

“Yes? What? ”

I kissed her, grabbing her waist, wondering what else to do. Chan, who was embarrassed by the sudden kiss of the poem, immediately wrapped his neck around his arm and actively kissed him.

For a long time, my lips and lips, as well as my tongue and tongue intersected, made a disgusting sound.

“Brother, you have to study quickly. ”

When his lips dropped, Chan looked at the poem and said,

“Are you going to reward me when it's over? ”

“A prize?”

“Yes.”

“Got it.”

Seeing the poem speaking with an innocent face, he blushed his cheeks and said. It was because I was a little ashamed of what the statue meant.

“Then let's do it quickly. Are we going to solve all four? ”

“No, I'm going to do one today. What would you like to do first? ”

“Really? English, then. ”

English is the quickest, so there is more time to play with praise as well.

As the poet sat on the table, the compliment naturally sat next to him. There were already mock papers on the table in June, of which only English was handed over to the poem, with the exception of language, repair and exploration.

“You have 70 minutes to untie it. I'm prepared to listen, so you can listen. ”

“Yes, I understand. Hurry up."

“Yes.”

Chan played a listening file with mp3. The sound quality was not very good, but it was not a problem for the poem at all.

Because it was his own test, he thought about his skills and focused as much as he could to solve the problem one by one. I solved all childish playful listening and checked the answers to some difficult questions such as reading, grammar, and blanks.

However, because I looked carefully, I was able to solve all the problems after 30 minutes.

“I'm done.”

“Already?”

It was only 4: 40, but I was surprised to hear that it was already solved. I knew the poem was good at English, but I didn't expect it to be solved so quickly.

“Yes. Fasten it. ”

“Yes.”

When Chant saw the answer, he went out one by one.

“Oh, my.”

It was a perfect score. I simply checked the answer without any worrying, and it was all right. Since I heard it for about 20 minutes, it was like saying that I finished reading and solved it in the other 10 minutes. I think I might actually go to a university like myself or more.

“Excellent. Now we must reward them. ”

“Now, wait a minute. ”

When the poem hugged the eulogy and kissed the neck, the eulogy was shy and stopped the eulogy.

“Why?”

“Chi, do it in bed. ”

“Got it.”

As Chan lay on the bed, the poet hugged him and kissed him. But then I thought about it, Yumi came home around 5: 00, and I didn't have much time.

“Praise, but isn't Yumi coming soon? ”

“Yumi has to be around 5: 30 to 6: 00 to be okay. Brother.”

“Really?"

The poem tilted its head for some reason, but with praise, it nodded and kissed again. For about an hour, it was enough time to have sex. In fact, it didn't take long to insert and ejaculate. It took a long time to lick and suck while rolling on the bed to make a satisfactory foreplay.

The situation felt a little uneasy, and I thought that I would have to have sex and study first, even if I did this today.

While kissing and loving, the poem peeled off the complimentary thin teas and trousers. Women liked it better this way than being naked all at once. Then I took off my consultation and threw it into bed.

While kissing, I lifted my brassiere and touched my chest. Soon, the flattery hardens. Praise also reminded me of my cheeks to make sure I was feeling well.

I naturally sucked my chest and lowered my panties, putting my mouth to the pink petals that were flowing a little bit. I licked my penis gently, rather than giving it too much irritation, because I haven't had much sex yet.

Before I arrived, I only smelled the fragrance of a gentle body cleanser, rather than having showered in the vagina in advance.

“Ahh... ”

Praise gave me a pleasant feeling.

Knock it off!

“Sis, I'm out. ”

It wasn't even 5: 00 yet Yumi came in through the front door.

“Oh, my! ”

A shocking compliment urgently lowered the brassiere and put on pants and trousers. Normally, it would be closer to 6: 00, but I couldn't figure out why I came here so early today. In addition, Yumi always had to get dressed quickly because she stopped by her room rather than going straight to her room.

The topless poem quickly sat on a pretending table, and Yummi opened the visit as soon as he sat down on the bed with praise.

“Sis, what are you doing? ”

Unlike the poem sitting on the table, Yumi looks odd as he sits on the bed and sees the praise of a short breath with a red face.

“Ugh, yeah. Y-you stay. ”

I stammered a lot that complimented me differently than usual.

“Yumi, are you here? ”

Yummi, who felt a bit strange, tried to ask more questions, and the poem naturally spoke to Yummi.

“Hey, brother. Hehe.”

Upon seeing the poem, Yumi immediately stopped caring about praise and smiled in a cheerful manner. Whether or not Chan breathed out of bed at the moment was of no importance. How sorry I was when the poem moved the extracurricular hours to 2 o'clock. Besides, it was so busy these days that it was hard to see my face other than when I went to the cafe once after school.

However, even though I just visited, the situation is so busy that I can barely talk to my friends, Sua, and nowadays I just chatted near the school. Although he was in third grade, he did not talk about college, and he came home every day for about how to appeal to the poem among other women, about 30 minutes to an hour late.

However, the poem moved the extracurricular hours back to 4 o'clock, and I am also glad to hear from praise that they will do it every day from Monday to Friday. So, I usually talk to Sua, but today I ran home right after school, so I came earlier than usual.

“Are you studying for a mock exam? ”

Chan said, sitting across from the poem without taking off his uniform.

“Yes, I'm going to do one a day. What was the hardest part of this simulation? ”

“Hey, I'm going to the bathroom for a minute. ”

When Praise spoke to the poet, Yumi's eyes flashed.

“Yes, I understand. ”

Yummi quickly sat next to the poem as Chan left the room.

“Brother.”

“Huh?"

“Hurry up, Dad. My sister's coming.”

“What?”

The poem pretends not to know anything and asks, Yumi's face turns red. I had to kiss the poem quickly when there was no praise, but I didn't have time for this now. I couldn't kiss the poem these days, so I just closed my eyes and the poem's face grew up.

“Hurry up, brother. Quickly.”

“Got it.”

Yummi said urgently, and the smiling poet kissed Yummi. Yumi received it quite skillfully, unlike praise when he put his tongue in while lightly kissing. She was a sister, but unlike praise, Yumi tasted something else.

I was kissing violently, and I heard the sound of praise approaching. Then Yumi fell off the poem, feeling very sorry for him.

“Tsk.”

Yumi kicked his tongue to make sure it was too bad.

Knock it off.

The door opens and a compliment changes into the room. I used to wear shorts and jeans comfortably, but now I was wearing jeans and shorts to go out.

“Yumi, you have to change your clothes. ”

Yummi, who was sitting next to the poem, said compliments.

“Got it.”

Yumi, who heard the words, shouted at Chan for no reason and returned to her room with a bag.

Chant tilted his head and sat next to the poem, not realizing why. Then the poem naturally attracted praise and kissed.

“Oh, no. Yumi's here. ”

Unlike Yumi, who asked me to kiss her quickly, I was a little reluctant to kiss her.

“Just a little.”

“Okay, just a little bit. ”

When the Pope asked me to speak, I gave him permission with the expression that praise was inevitable. However, when I kissed the eunuch, I closed my eyes and wrapped the neck of the poem. It seemed that the heat of affection that I had done earlier still remained.

You hear Yummi walking like before.

“Well, stop it. ”

Surprised by the sound, the hymn stops kissing and looks down at the table. Yumi was also at home because she was so ashamed that she kissed the poem.

Knock it off.

“Are you sick? Why did you have to wash your face like that? ”

Yummi wonders, even with his head down, he's flushed to the neck of praise. It was similar to the initial reaction he saw when he kissed the poem, but I never thought that man-hating praise would have kissed the poem.

“Oh, no. Dad, let's go study. ”

“Sis, don't you want some coffee? I'm having a hard time getting it right away. ”

Yumi tried to make time alone with the poem.

“Yes, I understand. ”

Chan went to the kitchen because he was so ashamed, thinking of going out and cooling off a bit, and aiming for the gap, Yumi quickly sat next to the poem and kissed him again.

Alternating between Yumi and Flattery was the taste of familiarity, hiding and kissing. The situation that excited me about being a sister kept Cooper's liquor flowing and making me wet my pants. Surgery seemed like a lot of fun in the future.

After school, the poem came to the cafe with praise to teach him a general knowledge of how to make coffee and manage the shop. However, even if I didn't want to think this way, once I explained it, I thought that I was a college student considering the principle.

Glug glug!

While I was teaching praise for a long time, a phone call came.

It was my mother.

“Hold on. I'm going to answer the phone. ”

“Yes, I'm going to try this. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

He left behind a compliment for practicing making espresso with a coffee machine and went out to the cafe and got a phone call.

[Hello.]

[Oh, my gosh. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.]

His mother was a voice full of tears.

[What's the matter? Mom.]

As soon as I heard her voice full of tears, the poem felt her heart pounding.

[What about your dad? Oh, my goodness.]

[What's wrong with Mom and Dad? Tell me quickly.]

I kept crying and yelling at my mom who couldn't even speak properly. I've already started to think of all the misfortunes in my head.

[Your dad got his finger cut off while he was working. Holy cow.]

What, fingers?]

Someone slaps his head on the side like a bat. I felt sore as if someone kicked me in the chest. I was shocked by this unbelievable reality, and I couldn't say anything to my crying mother.

Your dad cut off his finger? Are you sure about that?

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I have to retire, but I'm so sleepy... I think I need to get up...

Sorry for any typos.

Have a nice day.