Dragon’s Legacy

Seoul

I was about to clean up and get out of the water, but when I thought about it, I didn't have a towel to wipe my body with. I thought it might catch a cold if I went out like this. Eugene, who was restless, said to the poet who came back with his clothes on.

“I don't have a towel... ”

“Of course not. This is uninhabited.”

Eugene was a little anxious to find a towel or find it. If you get sick here without drugs or hospitals, it's really bad.

“Can't you save me? Boo, please. ”

I stuttered upon the awkwardness because I was going to ask you this after not saying a word to anyone.

“Tsk, then wipe it with my T-shirt. Clean it, wash it, and use it as a towel. ”

The poem took off the cotton tee on the inside. The body of the slick little muscular poem is all that remains of the panties.

“Oh, thank you. ”

“What are you doing? Come out.”

When Eugene tried to get cotton tea while staying in the water, the poem said. I know it doesn't come out because I don't want to be naked, but I threw cotton tea. I didn't want to throw it out because I was in trouble when I got wet. I didn't want to at first.

“Well, but…. ”

“I don't really care. I'm not gonna lay a hand on you from now on, so don't worry. ”

“Oh, okay. ”

Eugene staggers and carefully steps out of the water. It was dark in the middle of the night, but the white Nazis appeared so prominent as if they had a subtle light on Eugene's body. I covered my chest and vagina with my hands, but I felt more sexy in that look.

However, the poem handed over the tea with an indifferent look, and Eugene twisted his body slightly in shame, making his naked body as invisible as possible. Then he turned his back slightly away from the poem.

It's not cold, but the water is so cold that I'm already trembling. Eugene hesitated for a moment and smelled the tea that the poem released. It didn't smell nasty, but instead, it just smelled sweet and sweet. I thought it would be nice if I smelled a nasty sweat.

Eugene turns the tea upside down and wipes himself like a towel. After I wiped my arms, chest and legs, I carefully stole the water from the vagina. I wiped off my secret place with the clothes the poem had just worn, so I was embarrassed and looked back, but I couldn't see where the poem was.

“Hey……. Uh, where are you? ”

Eugene looked around with a trembling voice, wondering if the poem had disappeared again. I looked for the situation without caring about being naked because I was more afraid than embarrassed for a moment.

“Did you clean everything? Put some clothes on. It's gonna be cold. ”

After the poem came out of the nearby forest, Eugene sighed for relief and took the clothes from the poet, realizing he was still naked, and hurriedly turned away. You must have been very angry before, but now you're going to listen to the poem so easily that you can be embarrassed and not so angry. It seemed to have a big emotional impact without knowing that he had broken his pride once.

“Oh, thank you. ”

Eugene, who answered shyly, brushed his head with the poem's teas and put on a brassiere and pajama top. But I had just washed my pants and pants, so I didn't have anything to wear underneath. It was natural, but I didn't expect this to happen because the situation was so confusing.

“If you're all dressed, wash that stain and lay it out. I'm gonna go find a place to rest. ”

“Oh, can we not go? ”

Eugene turned his back on the poem. I feel dizzy about what to do now, but I was scared when I told him where to go to see the poem.

“Don't worry, I'll be right next door. And yell if anything happens. ”

The poem left without listening to an answer.

Eugene, who was a little relieved to hear that he would come after shouting, went back to the lake and sucked the teat of the poem. After I had no soap, I had to rinse it tightly with water, but Eugene didn't have the strength or the skill to rinse it like a puzzle. However, when I sat down and washed, my nightgown was not so long that my vagina was exposed. Eugenia was feeling a slight pink blush with her pitchfork that her lower part was grim and hollow.

“What should I do? ”

Eugene said something harsh when the vagina that was supposed to be hidden in her panties turned out to be hostile. It was really bad because I couldn't cover myself with leaves or put on wet clothes. Fortunately, the situation doesn't seem very interested in itself, so you won't look ugly, but it's also embarrassing and embarrassing.

After washing all the teas of the poem and squeezing the water, I put them on a large branch of wood with clothes on it.

“Did you get it right? ”

“Mom, no, you scared me. ”

Eugene, who screamed in surprise, looks at the situation, realizes that he didn't wear anything under the door itself, then quickly turns back, covering himself with his hands.

“If you're going to keep covering, will you take off my pants? ”

“Blood, I don't need it. ”

“No, I don't. ”

The poem caught his teat, not caring. I wonder if the water is really salty.

“Look at this. The water's great.”

The poem squeezed the tea tightly and said. The water drains the soil.

“I can't help it. ”

“I need to exercise. Anyway, come over here. I've made room for a little break. ”

“Now, wait a minute. ”

When the poem entered the forest, Eugene followed and shouted. My feet hurt too much to walk barefoot on the grassy ground.

Shortly after walking, there was a clearing of trees. It wasn't grassy like a man-made garden, but it was full of soft grass, whatever it was. After clearing the rocks and any obstacles on one side, you can see where the poem's knits and coats were hanging.

“Sit down. Find the island after sunrise." ”

“Ugh, yeah. Thank you. ”

Eugene's crawling voice is shy of saying thank you. He quickly steps over his coat, covering his vagina with his hands, and covers a hidden spot with his arm part of his coat. At least it's dark now, so I can walk around with my hands covered. I'm already worried about what I'll do when it comes up.

“I'll sigh. If you're gonna sleep, sleep. ”

The poem said, lying on a small knit next to the coat Eugene was sitting on. With the increasing achievement of yin yang symbiosis, I was able to live a lively life without having to sleep so much, but I was still better off sleeping a little.

“Hey, can't you light a fire? ”

“Fire? It's hard to start a fire without a lighter. ”

“It's a little cold……. ”

It was neither cold nor hot on the day, but the lake that I had just entered was so cold that my body completely cooled. I was fine in my pajamas at the top, but I was shivering because I wasn't wearing anything at the bottom.

“I can't smoke right now. If it's cold, why don't you cover up some knits? ”

“And you?"

Although Eugene was arrogant, self-centered, and disrespectful, he still felt a little bit about the situation. That's why the word "you" came out of the favor that would have been accepted naturally.

“Let's just sleep on the floor. ”

“Then that's it. Use yours.”

And the favor of the previous poem was somewhat tingly. Normally, a man would have thought that he should do it, but the favor was desperate because he knew how hard it was to do such a favor in such a poor situation.

“You said it was cold.”

“Oh, it's going to be okay. ”

“But if you catch a cold.... If you get the flu wrong because you can't rest properly in this place or take medicine, it will be very hard. ”

“What to do……. ”

At the words of the poem, Eugene looked slightly frightened and asked. As the poem said, I could almost see what would happen if I got the flu while I was sleeping.

“Do you want to cuddle and sleep? ”

“W-what……. ”

Eugene stared at me with a blemish in the words of the poem. It was a material that usually comes out of movies or cartoons, but I immediately remembered it, but I was embarrassed because I couldn't wear clothes in the yard because I was embarrassed.

“As I said before, I have a girlfriend, so I'm not interested in you at all, so you don't have to worry. And don't you feel ashamed that I didn't create this situation on purpose and that it was really inevitable? And not only are you ashamed, I'm ashamed. ”

“However…. ”

As he faced the poem while looking at himself, Eugene made a conflicting face. According to the poem, he did not intentionally create this situation, but rather said that he was cold. In addition, unlike normal men, I did not steal the poem in the shower, but I went into the forest and made this nest. Obviously, these behaviors gave him considerable faith, unlike before. Somehow, I felt that this man had said such things purely.

“If you don't want to. I'm just sleeping. ”

“Oh, okay. Boo, please. ”

Eugene said urgently as the poem lay down again. Even though I was more ashamed than just sleeping here and catching a cold, it was the right thing to do when I reasonably judged that I was sleeping with the situation. Do you think shame is the problem when you're about to die?

“I'm not stuffy anymore. ”

The poem lay down next to Eugene's coat with a knit. The Pope's naked panties glow in the moonlight as he takes off all his clothes.

“Come quickly. I'm tired.”

If the poem looked ashamed or hideous, I was ashamed enough to refuse it right away, but I was relieved that the poem was full of annoying faces.

Eugene carefully lies on his back, lowering his coat arm, and then stumbles into the open arms of the poem. The poet grabs his back and tugs it tightly as he buries his face in the poem's chest. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that my body trembled, but in the meantime, I felt strangely warm because of the warm heat that I felt in the heart of the poem. In addition, the chest that had dug up his face was smelling the sweet flesh that I smelled in the tea earlier. It didn't smell particularly good, but it was something that made my heart tremble.

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