Dragon’s Legacy

Seoul

I hugged her silently for a moment.

I felt smooth and soft, Eugenia's flesh and abundant breasts because of her good skin care. Just a moment ago, Eugene filled his desire and left, so he suddenly started growing grass just by hugging me like this.

It made me laugh twice or three times a day beyond having sex every day. I came to an uninhabited island on the planet of Quezron and waited for a week, so I was in a state of great frustration. In addition, Eugene only wears underwear and cuddles himself naked in his sleep and caresses his penis, so it was hard to survive other than normal mental strength. Nevertheless, in order not to be flawed later, I endured pretending to be nothing.

“I, I want to go to bed. ”

When the feeling of a hard yet heavy penis was conveyed near the navel, Eugene had just come to his mind and pushed the situation out of his embarrassed mind and entered the cabin.

After the poem, Eugene pretended to sleep with a blanket made of crude woven clothes. The poem hugs Eugene by the side without saying anything, and hugs him without any objection.

I was so ashamed when I just stood up, and I didn't understand whether it was okay to hold it while I was sleeping, but I was very satisfied that I had progressed to this extent.

While touching Eugene's soft waist, the poem asked him to sleep.

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The poem and Eugene were going through the forest. It was to find a hidden gem, a way for the poem to go home from the uninhabited island. Of course, the poem was only pretending, although there was a difference that Eugene believed it thoroughly.

“Why are you walking so slowly? ”

“My feet hurt... ”

The poem frowned as Eugene's footsteps were slower and slower. It was not because I really disliked it, but because it was intentional.

“Does it hurt a lot? ”

“A little.”

“Let's see. ”

The poem sat Eugene, who was wearing only underwear, instead of walking down the street, and looked up his feet. Seeing that I've never walked barefoot, the soles of my feet with soft skin are red. Eugene had not been barefoot all his life, but he had only been barefoot for a week now, and this was natural.

“It's hard to walk like this.... Would you just go back?”

“Go home? ”

“Yes. I'll look for the jewels, so you go home." ”

At the words of the poem, Eugene made a worried face. My feet hurt so much that I didn't want to walk anymore, but I didn't want to be home alone anymore. It was because I was afraid that I would be alone in this uninhabited island.

“I'm just going with you. ”

“I don't want to be left behind.... I've got a lot of work to do, so I have to go home for a day. ”

“I won't fall behind. So, can't we go with him? ”

“Oh my…. ”

“Please…… ”

The poem purposely pretended to be difficult. In this way, I wanted to break Eugene's arrogant pride. However, it is difficult to break the pride of the first time. Once you turn it, you can ask or ask like Eugene. If it was Eugene in the past, would it make sense for him to make such a fuss?

“I can't help it. Then I'll walk you slowly. ”

“Oh, thank you. ”

Eugene, who looked a little embarrassed, stood up and replied. Although my feet were still sore, it was easier to follow because the poem walked more slowly than before. It was no big deal, but when I thought about the situation that was harsh for a week, I felt so moved. It's understandable what you're saying because the bad guy around you is attractive.

The poem and Eugene traveled for a long time, but eventually they found nothing and had to return to the lake. It was dark as the sun was about to set, so it was hard to go around anymore.

When she returned home, Eugene brought some fruits nearby to eat naturally. It wasn't the poetry, but at some point the role was naturally divided.

“Shall we grill some fish today? ”

“Fish? How? ”

The Behr Moon poem filled with fruit told Eugene. I had nothing to eat, so I lived every day with only grass and fruits, but now I was bored and hard to eat.

“Wait a minute. I'll go to the beach and catch some fish in no time. ”

“Ho, are you going alone? ”

“Yes. I'll be back in a minute. Keep the fire burning." ”

“I want to follow.... ”

Unlike the first time, Eugene was now trying to follow the situation wherever it went. The situation was complex, but it was too much.

“Wait, I'll be right back. Okay?"

“Ugh, yeah. ”

After the poem was so firm, Eugene was forced to answer with an anxious expression.

I barely got Eugene's permission. I headed to the beach at a fast speed in case I wanted to chase him. If I would have caught it myself, Eugene would have followed me or not, but I didn't bother to catch it myself, so I went alone.

After being far away from Eugene, the poem called Cornz and went to the castle of Quezron. Then I went to the place where the fresh fish was, picked some fish I wanted to eat, and went back to the beach. It was fresh enough to catch it just now, so it was impossible for Eugene to notice anything strange when he went into the sea and got soaked in water.

I went into the sea with a fish in my panties and came out. As the water flowed down from my whole body, I felt like I was actually catching fish.

If I left too early, I could have been suspicious, so I enjoyed a little water play and went to the lake around the time it was completely dim.

“Why are you here now? I told you I'd be back soon. ”

“I got here as soon as I could. Catching fish isn't easy. ”

“We've been waiting a long time. ”

However, unlike the mind of the poem, Eugene shouted that he had come late, getting up from his seat. Seeing the tears shed, I felt really scared that I was alone.

“I've been there for a while, but I think we should just go together from now on. ”

“Hehe……. ”

Eugene wipes his tears away, sitting on a small burning flame next to the lake.

It was a completely out of control situation. Eugene, with or without Eugene, could survive here alone, but Eugene, without the poem, was sure to die doing nothing. Because Eugene knew it instinctively and rationally, he had no choice but to rely on the poem indefinitely.

“Don't cry, I'll come with you from now on. ”

“Really?"

“Yes, I promise. ”

When Eugene shed a few tears, the poem soothed Eugene. Even though I pretended to be rude during the day, I had to calm down a little in the evening.

“Let's get ready to grill some fish first. ”

“Ugh, yeah. ”

As Eugene who was crying calmed down, the poem trimmed the meat with branches that could fit the meat and sharp stones for various purposes after finding it. This stone was actually pretended to be obtained by accident, but the poem was sharply broken apart using Margie.

“Then I'm going to wash up and come back, and you're going to grill some meat on a branch. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

When I finished roughly, the poem took off the panties I was wearing to wash my body because of the sea water and went into the lake.

Eugene turned his head in shock when he suddenly took off his panties. Although it was dark, the body of the poem seemed to be sufficiently distinguishable by the fires, and a huge penis popped into my eyes at the moment.

Then I began to instinctively think about what happened at dawn today and I wanted to masturbate again. After I finished masturbating, I made a commitment never to do it again, but my lust rose in fear of getting dark.

“No, no. ”

Eugene shakes his head and tries to forget, but he keeps remembering the excitement in his head.

“Did you bake it all? ”

“Huh? Uh, uh. Bake it all.”

When I walked back while the poem was washing up naked, Eugene was furious and replied. I naturally thought that I would hug him naked and sleep tonight as he seemed to have washed his pants and hung it on a branch.

“Then let's eat. I'm looking forward to eating meat in no time. ”

“Thank you. I'll eat well. ”

After the poem sat across from him, Eugene handed him a fish with a wooden skewer, but he unknowingly stared at the poem's penis. I didn't want to see you staring at your penis. I shouldn't have, but instinctively my eyes will only look towards you.

But fortunately, the poem didn't notice it, but only tasted the roasted fish.

Eugene, who had eaten abundantly with fish for a while, went to the lake and washed easily. Since I was a child, I had a habit of washing before I went to bed, so if I didn't wash it, I felt bad for myself.

The uninhabited night without TV, computers, or anything else to watch was so boring. So, it was usually 12 o'clock, but I had nothing to do with sleep, so I lay at home at night when the sun went down, and when I fell asleep, I woke up at dawn.

After washing briefly and going to the cabin, the poem was lying down in advance. Eugene lay naturally beside the poem. It was unimaginable in reality, but there were no other questions because it was so natural here. Where would I find a place to lie down in such a terrible place? I would never have slept in a house like this if it weren't for the poem.

“Come here. I just took a shower. It's a little cold. ”

“Ugh, yeah. Okay."

When the poem pulled back and said, Eugene naturally clings to the poem. When I slept, I was not so ashamed of this because it was so natural that I was not so ashamed of the situation when I held her.

“Can I take my panties and bra off? ”

“Ugh, yeah? Suddenly what?”

Eugene was embarrassed by the sudden revelation. Except yesterday, I never liked myself or said anything sexually, but I was embarrassed when I asked him to take off my underwear.

“I can't feel it because I'm holding it and turning it off. I had a good night's sleep because it was soft and nice yesterday. ”

At the words of the poem, Eugene looked troubled.

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