Dragon’s Legacy

Quezron Launch

The sun was setting in Quezron's castle. As the castle became slightly darker, an appropriate amount of light was automatically obtained. There was no such thing as a magic lamp, but some magic caught in it, and it automatically became as bright as the day.

Before going to the library, the poem went to the room where Prince was staying first.

“Ah……. I'm bored.When will my master get here? You're not gonna be gone forever, are you? ”

After opening the door quietly, Fring was lying facedown on the bed naked.

“Wouldn't that happen? ”

“My Lord! Why are you here now? * Sigh * ”

“Sorry, I'm a little busy. Everything okay?”

“What could possibly go wrong? There's nothing here. No people, no animals. It's really scary to be alone in a castle on a dark night. My Lord."

Frin groans as he clings to the poem. I thought it was because I was bored rather than scared, but it was definitely something to think about.

“Well, that's definitely the problem. ”

“Right? Can I come with you to dinner? I'm so scared to be here alone. If you follow me, I'll work really hard and have good sex. What?”

As the poem seemed to understand, Fring's expression brightened and he began to recite what he wanted.

I told him I was scared, but it was obvious that I was tired of being alone. But understanding Prince's mind, seeing cartoons at Aruya's house and watching TV with the eggs and other girls, would not be bored, but Fring alone in a castle with nothing was boring.

As Fring said, it was a simple matter of getting Fring back to Earth, but there were many dangers involved in bringing Fring back to Earth. Aru and the spawning have lived a life of drama and drama, but there was no reason for problems to occur in different meanings. But it wasn't Frin. I couldn't even help but notice what was going on.

“Let's think about that a little bit more. ”

“Ewing, master. I want to come with you.I 'll really work hard at your side. I'm serious.”

I work hard... The poem suddenly came up with a slightly decent way.

“Are you really going to do what I tell you to do? ”

“Yes! I'll work really, really hard. I can suck your dick, and I'll do whatever you do. I'm strong, too! ”

“It's not about being strong. You have to use your head well. Are you confident?”

“Yes? Your hair? My head is not that hard... Ha, but I'll try my best! Crushing rocks will be hard... ”

It was a comic book by a deputy director from the '90s. However, Fring was worried about what would happen if the poem told him to smash the rocks while touching his head instead of talking humor.

Just when I came to this castle, I thought of seducing the city and taking over the castle, but over time, I was becoming a servant. However, in my mind, it was firmly established that I had to seduce the situation like a strong commitment to high school freshmen going to Seoul University.

“I'm not asking you to use your head like that, I'm asking you to use your brain a little bit. ”

“Brains? What's that? ”

Frin looks like he doesn't know anything. When you put on an orderly suit, you look quite intelligent, but you were born on a planet where civilization is falling behind and you are a thief, so your level of knowledge has fallen considerably.

“Hmm……. Let's think about that. I have to take care of it first. ”

“Hehe, yes. Fring can wait slowly. ”

“Now, get dressed and come with me. ”

The poem threw the clothes lying next to him. I took all my clothes to the library with me.

Through the vast number of books, the poem moved quickly to find the type of book that he wanted.

“Here you are.”

Everything about the castle was filling the bookshelves. After looking through a few books, he began to look for the book he had in mind with a satisfied look on his face.

“This is how you do it. Wow... ”

Following the poem, Fring looked around and pulled out any book, but his eyes were frozen with naked sex pictures of men and women from the beginning, and he began to see a book that was quite focused. Although I couldn't read the article, most of the pictures were attached, so I was impressed with the picture of Fring having sex in a strange, middle-aged manner.

[Special secret recipe to solve the treaty.]

The poem pulled out the book and looked through the entire contents. But he was teaching me strange ways that seemed completely unreliable, even though it was a special secret recipe. This wasn't what the poem wanted.

I put the book in and looked for another book.

[Fear not, Compassionate Wizards. A guide to the magical conquest of crucifixion and compassion wizard.]

Whilst pulling out the book, the poem searched the entire contents. Then, I read it correctly because there was suddenly something noticeable.

[It is an open secret that most young male wizards are compassionate. Due to the social nature of women who cannot learn magic, they enter an academy where there are only men and polish the academy. Before I started working as a wizard, I met a woman who was nothing but a cafeteria lady or a janitor lady, and citizens embraced the disgrace of calling the Wizard Academy a sympathy Sanctuary.

When you get a job as a high-income wizard without any female experience, women approach you more and more differently than before, and the sympathetic wizard quickly falls in love with women, and things get messy. There may be true love, but there are many women who seduce wizards for money, not love. You don't bring a wallet to go on a date, or you never pay for food, or you just look at the wizard with a bag of money....]

It was a distant, distant planet that resembled the reality of Korea in a strange way. The situation was that I had left South Korea and was extremely vulnerable to women, so I didn't even go to university to make a girlfriend. If it weren't for the Dragon's Legacy, he would still be angry at the High Prison with a mouse and not a woman's hand.

Either way, the important part was to hand over more books, not here. It was just a similar essay by a writer, but I thought maybe he'd just gotten a job as a wizard and had a hard time meeting a scary and bitter woman.

There were a lot of articles that were absolutely unnecessary for the poem, but I was able to find exactly what I wanted later. I needed a way to delay things with Irene in order to battle, and the book describes in detail how to delay things using magic.

“Mmm-hmm, this is how it works. ”

The poem realizes the principle, nodding.

“Let's go somewhere else. ”

“My Lord, may I take this book? ”

“A book? What kind of book? Let's take a look.”

Fring handed over the book and the poem examined it.

[The experience of the castle that brings women to their doom. From masturbation to sex with men.]

Most of the content consisted of photographs rather than writing. A vivid color photograph was in perfect detail teaching you how to move your hands or where to caress. The book was quite heavy due to the large amount of photos.

“Yes. I'll see you when I'm bored. ”

“Heheh heh. This is so much fun. I had no idea books were this much fun. ”

“Really?"

The poem stroked Fring's head with a smile. To be more precise, it was not a book, it was a dirty photo booth, but it was good.

I took Fring to a place with simple artisans. The right blank books and grimoires did not exist in this library, but there were many simple theories. Well, maybe the legendary recipe was hidden in this library as it appeared in the Unsullied, but I wasn't lucky or lucky enough for the poem to find it. Unlike novels, reality is like that.

There were many books with deep insights into sex and sexuality, both magically and publicly. Among them, there were many books that sought to analyze and find solutions in depth about the treatment of men's enemies.

After pulling out a bunch of books on how to use the inner air to overcome the encounter, I went to the room where Fring stayed. It was to make sure I read and understood the book.

When the poet sat on the bed and looked at the book, he sat next to the poem and opened a book full of dirty pictures that he had taken earlier, focused on reading.

After reading the sexy photo book for a long time, he poured out love fluid, and his body was eager, instinctively his hands gradually went down, and he went into his pants and touched his vagina. Since I saw the picture of how to masturbate and knew how to feel good, I felt quite good when I touched the clitoris carefully.

Suddenly, Fring was not reading, but looking at dirty pictures to masturbate. Although there was a situation next to him, he was not ashamed of the sexual part at all, so he masturbated with his legs spread out.

“Would you like to come over here? ”

“Oh, yes. My Lord."

I felt so pleasant and really good that I felt like I was masturbating to this flavor. Suddenly, the poem rang out. Frin was a little disappointed that he had to stop here, but he left the book, wiped his hands with a paper towel, and went to the poem.

“I'm sorry to call you at such an important moment, but could you touch my penis?

“It wasn't a big moment. I was just testing to see if I was feeling well. How else do you want me to touch it? ”

"Be as provocative as you can to get me to come up with an excuse. That's how you get tested. ”

“Yes! Leave it to me! Fring will make your sperm feel good and cheap! ”

It was the first time the poem asked for a direct affection like this, so Fring replied with a long face. He looked as if he had become an Olympic athlete.

Fring took off the poem's trousers and panties and began to caress the giant penis. I think he's working hard on his spleen, but compared to Irene, he was a child's prank. At this rate, I didn't think I'd spend the rest of my life trying the techniques I just learned.

“Don't just put it in your mouth, do it better! ”

“Yes! I just looked at the book and I can make you feel better than ever! ”

Fring, who spoke with a confident expression, immediately put the penis of the poem in his mouth and sucked hard. Using my tongue to stimulate the lower part of my head and suck on it was better than before, but this was also a subtle feeling, so the poem sighed.

I feel like I haven't done anything yet. I had a feeling that it wouldn't be the same with Fring, so I just thought I'd ask Aru to do it. Even though I'm no better than Aroudo Irene, I'm better than Prince.

“Let's go there for a while and try a different position. ”

“Yes? What kind of posture? ”

Fring looks puzzled.

“I have to take off my clothes first. ”

The poem stripped Fring's clothes off in one fell swoop. I didn't wear underwear, so my chest and vagina came out immediately. The poem sits Fring on his penis, positioning the split labia so that it fits well into the penis. It was the same kind of affection Irene had.

“Try to use your lower back to help stimulate the pharynx. ”

“Like this?"

It was the first time, so Fring moved in a messy pose. I masturbated a moment ago, and Fring's luscious labyrinth rubs his penis like a skate on ice.

“Yes, that's how we do it. ”

The more Fring moved, the more pleasant the situation could be.

It was worth trying that way.

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