Dragon’s Legacy

Quezron Launch

Leveling up to acquire Kestron's legacy was similar to leveling up a game. I've played a game hard enough to get to the next level. Do I have to level up to catch novices or low-level monsters?

The same was true of the poem. I could not fulfill my experience points by kissing or having sex with women as before. As I was already at level 4, I had to expire similar levels of quests to reach level 5.

So I've done a lot of things, but some of them are a little vague, so the amount of experience gained was not that big. The cartoons of self-inflated eggs showed considerable sales, but were not the most sold or overwhelmingly sold.

In terms of quality and fun, I was more confident than any other cartoon, but the fact that it was fun did not necessarily sell well. However, if the cartoons were sold well, I would have to give up a little bit and think differently because it guarantees a huge price and experience.

However, since the EXP increase was not supportive, the poem decided to put some effort into the song. However, I didn't want to become a famous singer who was constrained by his behavior, and I was thinking about YouTube views and sound recordings.

The poem wandered around looking for songs that looked good. However, after looking at the sheet music, I never learned music. I couldn't tell which song was good.

As I was considering asking the musician to pick up a few musical notes, an unidentified machine appeared next to the bookshelf filled with musical notes.

[Music Player. If you put up the sheet music, the song will flow.]

It was a simple explanation, but it was also a necessary machine for the current situation.

The poem places the sheet music in his hand on the machine. Then a familiar form of icons such as back, forward, replay, and repetition were created in the field of view.

The song plays as you press play. It's not just accompaniment, but an unidentified voice came out.

However, the voice was insanely sweet and beautiful, even when the situation was as active as possible. I dared to make a voice so beautiful that I thought it was humanly possible, and the poem was mesmerized and I listened to the song.

“I like your voice, but it's a little subtle. ”

The accompaniment of unidentified instruments had difficulty being easily accepted, even in the 21st century. When it seemed like it would appear on Earth after another 100 years, the situation immediately stopped, picked up a rough sheet of music, put it in, and then resurfaced.

“Master, what is this? ”

“Sing. Listen to Fring. ”

The poet grabs Fring's hand, puts Fring in his arms, and listens to the song.

“Oh, you too, master. ”

Fring rubbed his face against the poem's chest, but the poem didn't have much interest in what he was doing while listening to the song.

Fring felt the warmth of the situation as it is. When I felt the warm temperatures of the poem while always feeling cold stone floors and smelly wooden beds, I felt a sense of awkwardness and freshness, so my body and mind seemed to be purified. If you seduce the poem and enslave him, he made a commitment to bring himself to sleep every night.

“This isn't right either. Can you go get me a chair, Priya? ”

“Yes, Master! I'll be right back. ”

Fring hurries back with a chair.

The poem sat down in a chair and put the sheet music from Fring into the player and continued listening to the song. I don't know what planet the songs are on, but it was really hard to find the songs that the poem wanted, because it was mostly songs that I didn't want.

“Master Fring, it's hard. I keep hearing strange noises.... ”

“Wait a minute.”

The poem was complaining about how hard it was to change the sheet music, but the poem stopped him and focused on the song because there was a pretty decent song coming out.

“Hehe……. ”

The music produced by the instrument itself was slightly different from the Earth, but it was natural enough to be thought of as music played by a normal band when not familiar with it.

It was music full of lightness and sophistication that fits the trends these days. Even the highlights of the music were impeccable. The poem immediately checked the information on the sheet music.

[The collapse of stars. Ancient music from the planet Larc. It's an ancient music nowadays that only a very few people listen to, but it used to be a huge hit.]

I didn't know what the lyrics were because I didn't know the language of the planet Larc, but the title roughly reminded me of the lyrics. The lyrics I wanted to picture the collapse of the stars felt awkward and incompatible with the cheerful accompaniment, but I thought that the people of the planet Larc were used to this song, so I would feel awkward about the Earth's song.

“You can change the lyrics. ”

I didn't know what the lyrics were in the first place, and it was just a guess, so there was no problem. It was enough to replace it with sentences that matched the accompaniment of lyrics.

However, since the poem didn't know anything about music from how to put lyrics, I thought I would need help. It felt a little overwhelming to study in person.

But even if I wanted help making lyrics, I needed to work on matching this unidentified musical score to a modern musical instrument. I couldn't ask anyone else to do this part, so the poem had to study it and make a new one.

“I'm the owner. I'm tired of prin. Hehe……. ”

“Sorry. It's over. ”

“Really? So you're going to practice swordsmanship again? Take the rest of the day off and play with Fring. Master, Fring will teach you how to feel good. ”

Frin, who sticks to the poet, rubs the nipple sticking out of the net onto the face of the poet sitting on the chair.

I wanted to seduce the poem as soon as possible and enslave it.

“Feeling good? ”

“Yes, it feels good. ”

“Hmm, really? Well, let's get ready, shall we? ”

“Yes? Yes. ”

I thought the situation would be rejected, as usual, but the atmosphere was a little strange today. Even though he decided to seduce the poem, Fring was a little nervous because the atmosphere was somewhat wild and strange.

The place where the poet took Fring was a room full of clothes that I had been to before. There, the poem quickly picks out the clothes, takes off the netted dress, and puts it on Fring.

“What do you think?”

“This is a very strange outfit. What are you wearing? ”

“Clothes worn by secretaries. ”

“Secretary? What is that? ”

Fring stands in front of the mirror, curiously looking at his clothes.

It was a woman's suit full of elegance and a sense of sophistication. Unlike normal women's suits, the shoes were quite short and high heels, which caused a strange color to flow from the fringe. It was more glamorous now than when I was simply exposed.

“Will you help me do my job? ”

Frin, who is still doing what the poem asks, tilted his head with a look of uncertainty. However, Fring smiled satisfactorily as it was a robe full of luxury that the women of the slow family could wear.

“And finally……. ”

The poem gave Fring black hornrimmed glasses. With this, Fring looked like a secretary working for a large corporation.

I usually liked the neat look of the office lady, so I felt a slight jolt from Fring, the poet who had seen a lot of such rash. Beautiful blonde with horn-rimmed glasses, charming suit and shirt are about to burst……. The penis of the poem woke up and began to erect so badly that I wanted to rush immediately.

“Heh……. Wonderful. My Lord, am I pretty? ”

Fring glanced at the mirror, touching his glasses, and expressing his curiosity, he suddenly looked at the situation and lifted his skirt. The golden intrigue was slightly revealed, not only in the brassiere, but without panties at all.

“Yes, it's beautiful. You look so pretty. You look so good with Fring. ”

“Hehehe.”

Fring, an innocent virgin who was full of temptations, but had no idea what the poem was thinking at the moment, didn't know what to do with a cheerful smile. I didn't get tired of hearing it was pretty.

“Wait here for a moment, I'll get ready. ”

“Ready?”

“Yes, just a moment. ”

Until just now, the situation in front of him disappeared somewhere, and Fring circled around. The other wizards cast a spell for a long time and sweated red, and the poem used magic just as quickly as now.

Obviously, it was best to seduce the poem and enslave it, because there was no answer to the battle with 1: 1. The poem is no longer the first blunt feeling, and it has moved on to a certain extent, so it was clear that everything in this castle would be its own.

“Can we do this? ”

The poem brought a laptop from the room was placed on a desk in the library, followed by a long lane of laptops. Seeing that it was completely disconnected except for the narrow door that connects the room and the castle, we had no choice but to pull the landline if we wanted to use the internet because we couldn't get a good Wi-Fi signal.

“Master, what is that? ”

Fring glances at the strange instruments he's never seen before. I don't know, but it looked like a magic tool because something seemed off.

“I'm going to learn a song. Would you like to come this way?”

“Yes.”

Fring came to the side as the poet in the chair called.

“You said you'd make me feel good, right? ”

“Yes? Oh, yes. Master, Fring is always ready to cheer you up. ”

“What exactly does it mean to make you feel good? ”

“Ugh... There's a little hole here, and if you put the owner's penis in there, it'll make you feel a lot better. ”

After placing the skirt up, Fring shows his vagina by placing his legs on the table. Although it was usually a shameful act, Fring acted recklessly as if he didn't even know what shame was.

“What else is there? ”

“Woof…. Or I could put your penis in my mouth. I love it when I lick it with my tongue. ”

Fring flies his tongue because he has seen and heard things. Although Fring was a virgin, she knew nothing about sex. There was a problem with the experience of just theory and audiovisual training, but Fring was confident enough to make the poem feel good enough to enslave it all at once.

“Okay, then do it now. I get bored just studying to sing. ”

“I'll make you really happy. Heheh.”

At last, Fring smiled at the thought of finally enslaving his own poem and took off his trousers. Then a huge penis was revealed, full of erections.

“Phew……. ”

“Why? I can't? ”

“Oh, no. Looking forward to it, sir. because I'm going to make you feel really good. ”

Fring flinched slightly at the appearance of his penis because he had an erection, but he grabbed his mind and carefully went under the desk and gave it to the penis of the poem. I was too big to figure out what to do, so I was confused and decided to put it in my mouth.

“Town!”

By the way, Fring was even more confused when he put it in his mouth. His penis was so big that his mouth and tongue didn't move at all as I thought.

While the poem was in some way writing, composing, and studying music programs, Prince faced great difficulties with his first oral sex.

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I'm sorry, I have to constantly play it, but it's been a few days. After three months of writing, I was tired of writing, so I had to take a break like this.

But I won't do it all year round, so don't worry about that! It's true. It's been two years, but it can't get any weirder... heh;

Thank you for always reading.