Dragon’s Legacy

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Just as he became a real cat by wearing ears and tails, Fring was dragged away with a look that he really didn't want to wash.

“Hee, hee, I'll do well in front of my master, so forgive me. ”

When the poem arrived in the dressing room, Fring mercilessly stripped Fring's clothes. I thought I'd done something big, but I just didn't want to wash up.

The poem peeled off the veil that was worthless, and pulled out the cat's ears and tail and threw them on one side. And simply stripping off the high heels and mesh stockings made the fringe perfectly bare.

The poet, who took off all of Fring's clothes, also took off his own. I took off my clothes quickly because I was wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts.

“Come here.”

“Tsk! I'll walk. ”

The poem grabbed Fring like a princess and lifted his back and legs to the bathtub.

It was an unbelievably luxurious bathhouse compared to any bathhouse on Earth. Gold of 100% purity and precious jewelry were used in large quantities to insufficient luxury. The shower handle, which is most commonly seen in the bathtub, was made of gold and with huge diamonds, this luxury was enormous enough that even the chairman of the large corporation could not enjoy.

“A gem!”

Fring, the former thief and servant of the current poem, glanced at the gold and jewels full of the bathtub. I used to try to seduce the poem, enslave it, take the castle, and sell it for a very expensive price, but when I saw this bathhouse, I thought it was a waste to sell it. Instead of selling this castle, I wanted to live like a queen, enslaving the poem.

“All the gold and jewels here are enchanted, so there's no point in trying to steal them. ”

“Well, I didn't think so. The owner must know Fring is a thief. I'm always trying to figure out how to make my master happier. ”

A subtle slight flicker of frin hugged the poet with a pitiful look. The giant penis that the poet just saw when he took off his clothes cooked his stomach and stabbed him, Fring flinched and pulled his butt back. I was bored with other people having sex, but Fring was just a virgin who had still not caught the guy's penis properly.

“Yes, I've always believed in Fring. Our Fring wouldn't do that. ”

“Well, of course. ”

Looking at the eyes and face of the poem that he really believed in himself, Fring felt a strange feeling that he was stabbed with a conscience. It was a feeling that I had never felt, even though I had stolen so far. When he became weak again, Fring shook his head and held his mind again.

The poem went to the place where the fries could shower and then lowered them.

Because I still didn't know how to wash the fries, the poem taught me in detail how to use the shampoo, rinse, and body cleanser.

“Woo……. It's weird that my eyes are all squishy and slippery. ”

After washing his hair with shampoo, Fring whined, but he did not care about the situation. After washing his hair, he foamed every corner of his body with a body cleanser and poured all the dirt into the water.

After finishing the shower neatly, the poem took Prince to the pool of regeneration. I wanted to get rid of those wounds from the pool of regeneration because Fring had been living rough since he was rejected, because of his hands, feet, calluses, and sleepy scars.

The poem goes into the bath and seats Fring between his legs. This was also my taste for a cute little girl like my sister.

“What do you think?”

“Ahh... I feel good, my lord. ”

After soaking in warm water, Fring vomited out a light breath. When the poem asked me to wash, I wanted to run away because it was natural not to wash and I didn't like washing very much. However, after taking a shower like this and getting into the warm water, I felt tired and tired.

“You've been through a lot, haven't you? My Fring worked hard, so I'll rub your legs for you. ”

The poem developed a healing effect and touched Fring's legs and waist sticky. Even though I could touch my chest and vagina just a little bit, I avoided you and massaged you on purpose.

Fring feels his strength fading. The poem spoke kindly and stroked my back and legs, and I could feel the emotional comfort and comfort I had never felt. If I think about it, I wish I had been so comfortable living up to this point.

It was a strange sensation. Fring closed his eyes and entrusted himself to the poem, feeling as though he were holding her in his arms as if he had never even thought of it.

Sitting in the pool of regeneration touching Fring's body, another idea began to emerge from the head of the poem. This seemingly infinite dam was worth making a lot of money if he wanted to, but considering that he had to airlift it himself or move it, a lot of groups followed to turn it into a business item. There was nothing I couldn't do, but there was no money, and in many ways, I was overwhelmed. But now that there is a fringe, it is now a fully usable item.

As he had done so far, the poem had no intention of creating a simple bathhouse. The poem's motto was a business that could make large amounts of money, even if it was used by few.

“But if you make cosmetics out of this water, will it have a renewable effect? ”

What did you say to me? ”

I asked the poet with a growing voice. It looked pretty good.

The poem moved his massaging hands for some reason and grabbed Fring's breasts. My hands were filled with breasts so large that I thought I could. On the profile, it came out as the C cup. At this rate, it was not strange at all.

“Master, are you finally touching Fring's breasts? Oh, I'm so glad. ”

Usually I'm angry and embarrassed, but Fring was really happy. When the poem touches his heart, it makes it that easy to seduce him, and then this enormous saint becomes his.

“Fring's breasts are prettier than any I've ever seen, so I can't touch them. ”

“Well, right? You want to keep touching it, don't you? ”

Suddenly, the poem gives a strange compliment, but Fring stuttered a little. I didn't mind touching my chest, but the compliment whispering in my ear was so embarrassing that I couldn't stand it.

“Yes, I want to keep touching it. Fring's body smells good and my breasts feel so good. I wish I could spend every day with my sweet Fring. ”

“Ugh... ”

I couldn't bear the embarrassment of the words of the poem, and Fring's face turned red. I would feel better if I insulted him, but I felt ashamed because he kept saying, "He's cute, he's lovely." But the strange thing was that I felt ashamed to death, but strangely good. I was not used to being praised for most of the words I heard in my life, but if I was listening to the compliments of the poem, I was sure that I was really pretty and lovable.

When I think about it, when I looked in the mirror, I didn't look like I was falling out compared to other women. The body was also fine, especially this large and balanced breasts were the best thing to think about.

“My Lord, I'm ticklish. ”

Fring twists his body as the poem touches the nipple. I had never touched a man's nipple before, so I felt itchy and weird. Somehow my body twisted and bent by itself.

“Let's get up now. I have other things to do. ”

“Ver, already? You can play with Fring's body a little more. Look, I feel so good in your hands that Fring's nipples are so stiff. ”

The poem who was touching Fring's nipples decided to leave, and when he got up, Fring urgently grabbed the poet's hand and led him back to his chest. It was a very naughty thing for a normal woman to say, but full of the urge to seduce the poem, and Fring, who was unclear about what was naughty, relentlessly said in the AV video.

“It's real? It's cute.

The poem carefully examined Fring's nipple.

There was a beautiful pink nipple as transparent as watching Western AV. Although Korean women were pink, they were close to brown or dark brown enough to be called Black Doo, the color of their nipples was more beautiful than any other woman I had ever seen except Aru.

“There's really no place in Fring's body that isn't beautiful. These nipples are so pretty because they're pink. ”

“Heh heh. I'm the owner. ”

When the poem spoke admirably, Fring was unable to control the joy and hugged the poem. Every time I heard the compliment that she was pretty, I felt so good that my body trembled.

“What about my breasts? Is it pretty, too?"

“Yeah. Nice tits, too. ”

“And what about my face? Do you have a pretty face?”

After hearing the compliment, Fring asked the poet if she was still pretty.

“Of course. Fring has a pretty face and golden hair. Even your belly button is pretty. ”

“Hehe.”

He doesn't even know he's being seduced by the poem, and Fring doesn't know what to do. I felt comfortable and good when I was with the poet, and I really liked the poem.

“Stop washing and go out and get dressed or something. ”

“Yes, my lord. ”

After leaving the bathhouse, the poet wipes Fring's body and wipes himself. Then I went to a room full of clothes for Fring to wear, naked.

It was only Princes and the poem in the castle anyway, so it didn't matter whether I was dressed or naked. Konz was not even thinking about it because he was a fairy, not a human, and he couldn't know where he was without the poem calling him.

“Lots of clothes. ”

In a room so large that the general clothing store seemed treaty-sized, thousands of clothes with various effects that could not be bought with money.

I was a former thief, but Friedo was a woman, so I glared at my clothes. I thought I wouldn't be as interested in clothes as Prince, but whenever I saw clothes that looked pretty, I was amazed at the woman's instinct for beauty.

“Try this on. ”

The poem gave me a white dress. But I couldn't tell if it was a net or a dress. Ordinary women were sexy and heavily exposed enough to shout "pervert" all at once, but Fring wore clothes without words.

“Is your master pretty? ”

Frin looked at the situation with a compliment on his face.

“Yes, it's beautiful. I like the way your breasts look. ”

According to the poem, the dress worn by Fring made the netting into a remnant of his chest. It was vague and uncovered his insides without concealing anything.

But like the law of the game, when it was heavily exposed, this net-like dress had a lot of defensive power in its armor made of iron.

[Hobbs' Net Dress. Exposure is heavy, but it has great physical and magical defenses. You can stop sharp swords and powerful magic, so let's fight in a pose.]

All these Hobbs' clothes were similar. Since the exposure of the game designer had made it and the defensiveness was considerably good, I was also going to do it to the eggs when I went to the Túal volcano later.

I took care of Fring's clothes, but the poem chose to dress approximately anything.

“Then Fring should rest now. I'll keep an eye on things. ”

“Master, are you leaving already? Play with Fring a little more. I get lonely when I'm alone. Hehe……. ”

“No, we're not going back yet. Then let's go together. Not much fun, though. ”

I thought I would be bored if I was alone without doing anything in this vast castle. So the poem took Fring to the library.

“Hiic! Lots of books. My Lord, Fring has a headache just looking at books. ”

Upon arriving at the library, Fryn complained of headaches because he saw many books.

“Really? Then I'll have to read some books in the future. ”

“Lord, Lord! You said you'd kiss me every day. ”

I knew Fring was asking me to kiss him to turn the conversation around, but the poem gave him a big kiss without saying anything.

“Ahh... ”

It wasn't that long, but Fring's expression was full of excitement.

“Then get some rest. ”

“Yes.”

The poem leaves Fring and goes to the place with the sheet music and finds a decent song. I needed experience points to level up, but I had to sing a song to do that.

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