Dragon’s Legacy

Under one roof.

“Sleep?”

The poem carefully woke up as Eugene's breath sounds faded and changed regularly. I was lying motionless while pretending to be asleep, and my body became incredibly agitated.

While stretching lightly, I looked at whether Eugene was sleeping clearly.

“Phew, he must have fallen asleep. ”

A low murmur sighs of relief.

It's been a hell of a week. It would have been nothing if not for sex, but Eugene, who has an unusually attractive beauty, was walking around naked and touching his penis at night. After all the excitement about excitement, he finally fulfilled his own desires and ended up dead.

But as of today, this is also over. Now that everything you wanted has been accomplished, you just need to go home.

The poem took the jewels above Eugene's head, put them roughly into subspace, and summoned a door to travel to Earth. A slight crack opens and a bright light comes out through the door. It's the middle of the night, but since the Earth is the day, there's nothing I can do about the incoming light.

In case you didn't know, the poem watched the situation as little as possible, so that the light did not leak out. The daughter of the chairman of the big business disappeared without a word for a week, thinking that there would be a big commotion.

For a moment, I opened my eyes and looked at the room with my ears open. But there was no sound or trace. Even the sheets that were tangled up on the bed looked the same as a week ago.

I started preparing to move Eugene because I felt a bit puzzled, but I knew there was no problem.

I crossed the door to Eugene's room and adjusted the position of the door. It was only because I felt like I wanted to put Eugenia on the bed, but I had to be as careful as possible because if I woke up in the middle, it could have happened that I had to use memory removal flashes.

I laid it horizontally with the door as close to the bed as I could before returning to the planet of Kesron. Here, I also reduced the range of travel as long as I could lay the door down horizontally behind Eugene.

After roughly preparing, the poem raised Mana. Even though Eugene was a woman, he needed to increase his strength because his basic weight was more than rice dough.

Eugene lifts up carefully, making sure the balance of his body doesn't collapse. Long hair poured down like a waterfall, revealing a beautiful Nazi. The white milk skin shined on the sun, and the luscious breasts that were good to touch in one hand came into my eyes, and the poem swallowed the saliva. But I still had to endure it.

I carefully passed Eugene through the door and put him on the bed.

“Hmm……. Brother... ”

I heard Eugene's voice as soon as I felt relieved that it was over. The startled revelation stared at Eugene for a moment without any movement.

However, Eugene muttered a few more times as if he had fallen asleep.

“Phew... ”

The sigh of relief disappeared after entering Eugene's room. The long, short, uninhabited journey of a week ended.

You take the diamond out of the subspace, place it on Eugene's head, and think about the situation for a moment. I was worried that I would lie down next to Eugene and sleep on the living room couch.

“Well, you don't have to lie alone. ”

The poem decided to remove the dirty floor from the sub-space, wipe it clean, and lay down next to Eugene. Then Eugene wrapped the poem around his arms and legs as if he had waited.

I thought I might pretend to be asleep, so the poem looked at Eugene, but she was breathing regularly like before, just like before. After sleeping like this all week, I felt like I was doing something unconscious.

When Eugene's body was wrapped around him, the poem also hugged Eugene. This soft skin of a woman makes me feel good whenever I touch it.

Earlier, I had a fragile erection with my penis at once, but the poem quietly asked me to sleep with this comfort that I felt for a while.

“Woof…. ”

It was already morning or something, and the light kept bothering my eyes. Eugene pulls out one of his hands, puts it over his eyes, blocks the light, and invites him to sleep again. However, something was a little strange that made me constantly irritated.

I moved the hand that blocked the light back to the poem, stuttering and touching my body. A firm buttocks and tight muscles are touched in my hands. I grabbed the poem to make him feel peaceful, but I felt a subtle nuisance while sleeping. This time, I lowered my hand a little and touched the poem's penis. Even though I was limping, I smiled at my mouth when I touched my heavy penis.

“Oh, I'm so tired. What is it? ”

Obviously, Eugene sat up from his seat with his eyes wide open because of the unpleasant irritation that he did not go, even though everything was fine.

“Huh?"

Eugene frowned for a moment because he understood the situation in a very familiar space. Failure to sleep properly prevents accidents from occurring clearly.

“Oh, brother! Wake up! Come on, come on! ”

The accidents that were disconnected like poor contact were instantaneous and the information that was viewed through the eyes was perfectly interpreted.

He came back. I've come back to the house I've been so desperate to remember!

“Well, what's going on? ”

I think I've only slept for three hours. The young poem replied with a tired voice.

“Brother, we're back to our reality. The car's out there and everything's real. ”

Eugene was really happy to run around touching this and that and later said, pulling out the curtain and looking out the window, wondering if he knew he was naked.

“Wow, really. ”

I just wanted to keep sleeping, but then the poem approached the window pretending to be happy because I could buy something suspicious.

“Oh, I'm so happy. ”

“All thanks to you. Jina.”

The poem hugged Eugene who was drunk on happiness. The beautiful woman at the window and the robust man who hugged her behind felt the artistic beauty as if it were a scene in a movie. However, although it may seem artistic, the reality was that the penis of the poem touched Eugene's soft skin, and he was so excited that he began to erect quickly. Art or whatever, instinct can't win.

“Thanks to you. What did I do...? ”

Eugene turned 180 degrees and smiled shyly at the poem. I was so happy that I came back with the situation safely.

After staring at each other for a while, we started kissing naturally even though there were no special signals or words.

Perfect timing kiss that couldn't be better.

He didn't use a lot of technique, but he was so drunk that Eugene felt ecstatic that he lost his mind. So he moved his hand to the pope's butt and grabbed it while he couldn't even recognize it.

Since it became a habit to touch the poem so much while he was sleeping, it became natural to think and not refrain from stuttering the body by itself like now.

While Eugene was stuttering around the body other than the butt of the poem, the kiss lasted quite a long time. The poem was about to give up, but Eugene didn't want to let it slip around his neck. Thanks to this, the poem could only be released after a long kiss for a long time.

“Ah……. Brother, I'm so happy that I can't explain it. ”

Eugene, who finished kissing, looked at the situation and said. I felt genuinely happy that my eyes were wet with moisture.

“Me, too."

The poem gently smiled and stroked Eugene's head.

“That's right. What happened to the jewels we found? Did it come here, too? ”

“Ah! Jewels. I'm so glad I forgot. My brother and I were in bed, so maybe jewelry was in bed. ”

At the words of the poem, Eugene untied his hugging hands and went to bed. I wanted to hold the poem for a little longer and feel this happiness, but checking the jewelry was also important.

“Oh! There it is. He's in your bed. ”

“Just in case, open it and check. ”

At the words of the poem, Eugene picks up the jewelry box on the bed and opens the lid. A beautiful diamond, pure pink, clearly caught my eye.

“It's so pretty. I can't believe there's a diamond like this. ”

I had forgotten about it for a moment, but it was worth imagining so beautifully.

“Now that everything looks good, let's take a bath and eat. I'm starving to death. ”

“Oh, yeah. Brother, let's do it. ”

Upon his words, Eugene placed the jewelry chest on the table and taught the poet where to wash. It was only because I felt like I wanted to wash with the poem joyfully, but I was embarrassed and couldn't get it out. Do I have to tell you that you're still naked?

Eugene took a shower in the shower attached to the room while the poem was in the shower. For the first time in a week, I took a shower with hot water, and a pleasant feeling came. But is it because he's relaxed? A moment ago, I was unhappy and happy, but when I soaked myself in hot water, I suddenly had an anxious thought in my mind.

From the thought that this good relationship would be clouded when the poem left to the idea of liking the woman who said it before, to the idea that the poem no longer meets itself, all kinds of ominous imaginations were going through my mind.

“W-we can't.... He's not like that. ”

Eugene shakes his head and erases his ominous imaginations. Yeah, well, how could he abandon himself just because he's back in reality?

Eugene, who had been thoroughly washed from head to toe, was wiping his head with a towel when he came out of the bathroom.

At a moment, Eugene looked at the bottom of the poem quickly. Fortunately, it's not covered with towels or anything like that. Normally, I wouldn't have cared so much, but now I was afraid of even these minor changes.

“Aren't you tired? Should we take another nap? ”

Eugene quickly said, as the situation is about to tell me that I'm going home. I wanted to let him stay at his house for a little while.

“I'm a little tired, but... ”

“Oh, brother! You look very tired with red eyes. Let's do something after bed. ”

Eugene, who had roughly thrown the towel in front of the bathroom, got on the bed and grabbed the poet's hand and pulled him to bed. In a way, it was so rude that it felt like a sign to have sex.

“No, I'm not sleeping. Let's eat first. I just ate fruit there, and I want to eat a lot of food first. ”

“Ah! Bob. Then go out... No, no, no. Let's order in here. ”

Eugene, who almost told me to go out by mistake, hurriedly changed his words.

“That's fine. Then order me a stew or something. I want to eat something big. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

At the words of the poem, Eugene placed an order for the stew house that he had ordered several times. I'm relieved that I can catch the situation like this.

“Ah! You don't have any food. Wait a minute, I'm not going to eat. ”

“Yeah. I'm going to lie down and watch TV. ”

Eugene quickly went out to the kitchen, washed the rice, and put food in the electric cooker. It was not just that I could not cook often. Sometimes he likes to cook for himself.

When I finished roughly preparing, I went into the room, and the poet was lying in bed watching TV. Seeing that, I just want to tie him to the bed so he can't get out.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Thank you for reading.