Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

“Do you want to sing well? ”

“Yes……. I don't want to hurt you. I know I'm not much of a singer, but... But I tried to work as hard as I could, but my brother is too good at singing... ”

Tears continue to flow, but the sunset tries to speak as calmly as possible. The expression of self-esteem and sadness showed that the nature of the sunset was not very optimistic. He seemed to be realistic and have a lot of negative thoughts just by saying that his personality is good but he can't sing a song that is not popular.

“But you don't want me to not sing on purpose, do you? ”

“I think you should do it with Jane, who's a good singer in my group, besides me. I think Jane would be helpful to you. ”

“I don't like it when it's sunset. I'd rather do it alone if I'm not going with you. ”

“ ……. ”

In the spirit of the poem, the sunset again shed a drop of tears. I had as much reference as I could, but it seemed very sad.

“Remember what I said before? ”

“Yes?”

“You asked me to practice singing with you. You don't have to think like that because you can practice now. I didn't used to sing, but I got better by practicing constantly. ”

“I don't have the talent.... ”

“It's okay. It's okay. ”

I held hands telling Sunset that the situation was okay. You agreed to fake a relationship and said you wouldn't hold hands, but now was the time to need a skinship. Watching the timing for a moment, he shrouds the sunset shoulder and pulls it to his chest. The sunset flinched for a moment, but I did not resist, and was still buried in the heart of the poem.

“Let's start practicing our songs together today. I'll teach you how to sing well. You'll sing better at sunset than I do. ”

“…… Yes. I'll try.”

The sunset replied, buried in the heart of the poem. Although he pretended to be nothing, the sunset was in a rather perplexing state. It was quite understandable, even though the poem flinched when he hugged her. The sunset embarrassed me because of my own feelings.

The poem's chest smelled strangely sweet. I wish I had just thought it smelled good, but the problem was that I was getting excited because I had a strange feeling in this situation. It sounds crazy, but the sunset was really excited by the sexual significance.

Was she such a pervert? The sunset was so pathetic that he was so excited about the poem that comforted him.

“Yes. Let's practice right away. I'll teach you how first. Get up from your seat."

The poem set up the sunset. The sunset glanced at the situation, hiding the embarrassed expression as much as possible. However, I couldn't look at the situation properly because of the wild excitement I had just felt.

“You know how to breathe, right? ”

“Yes.”

“Let's take it slow from the ground up. Inhale and pause... ”

“Ah!”

Sunset lets out a strange groan as she brings her hand slightly to the belly of the sunset as an excuse that the poem teaches her to take a deep breath. It sounded so intense that I could feel something strange even if someone I didn't know heard it.

“Why?”

“Oh, no. I'll try again."

Sunset caught my mind. The situation is serious and should no longer be a nuisance to me. I decided to think later about this tremor and excitement that is happening now and focus on what the poem teaches me.

“Ah……. ”

The sunset that caught my mind began to speak with a deep breath. It means the sunset is not very good at singing, because I have been trained continuously, so I am mediocre enough.

By the way, I thought sunset could also take a breath, but I didn't know that the poem that taught me how to take a breath. I know how to do it roughly, but it's meaningless because all I have to do is run the magic circuits, whether I take a deep breath or whatever.

Nevertheless, it was to replicate the magical circuit that the poem pretended to hold his hand to the ship at sunset to breathe. I have already tested Aru several times, so I was able to skillfully replicate the Magic Circuit for Sunset. The replicated Magical Power Circuit itself was easy to operate if it had the will, but it needed the magical power that powered it. Of course, replicating the Magic Circuit didn't improve the singing at all because the sunset naturally didn't have magical powers.

“Good. Good job. I knew it. You'll sing better than me if you practice a little more. ”

“How can someone as talented as me be better than you? I'm glad I didn't hurt you. ”

“Just trust me. I'll make sure you sing well. Let's sing it again first. I'm gonna put my hands on your belly, so breathe as hard as you can. You have to keep practicing anyway to improve your singing skills. ”

“Yes……. ”

I was thankful and moved by the poem that worked so hard for me, but I never thought my singing would improve. The sunset didn't think it was a negative thought. He knew he was literally incompetent.

Sunset booked the song with confidence. The poem keeps his hands on his stomach, trembling and nervous as before, but strangely calm.

The accompaniment flowed and the song began.

The winding ran the magical circuit by applying magical force to the sunset at the appropriate timing. This direct injection of magical force triggered the magical circuit but was not durable. The moment the pope stops injecting the hand, the Magic Power circuit stops and pushes. If the sperm that the poem inserted directly into the vagina was a concept like a battery that allows the magical power to be accumulated and used continuously, the magical power that the poem now injected could only be used when connected like a power cord.

The sunset begins to sing. The poem was touching the belly, so I sang with care to breathe as much as possible.

The song of the sunset was much better compared to before. The voice was different from the voice and the normal tone was attractive. This is how much the poem has improved its singing skills, even though the poem has adjusted its magic to some degree.

This change could also be immediately noticed by the singing sunset. Unlike before, the poem was able to sing well just by putting his hands on the boat. The sunset sang as best as it could in this incredible situation.

Soon after the song ended, the monitor showed 100 points that were meaningless.

“Oh, that's much better. Look at this. Sunsets can sing well. You have a pretty voice, so if you just care a little bit more and sing, you'll be able to sing really charming songs. ”

“This can't be right.... ”

I was embarrassed when I sang to myself. The sunset is stunned because she really wants to be right. I definitely heard the same voice, but the singing was completely different because the poem gave me a little attention. I couldn't figure out how to do it myself.

“Let's get used to it one more time. ”

“Yes.”

The sunset that gained courage challenged a rather difficult song. The song titled Tears required a significant high note. It used to be a legendary song that lowered the key and sang, or called the key and couldn't digest the notes properly and made strange noises.

The song starts and the sunset looks a little nervous.

The poem has increased its magical power a little more than before.

The level of the song changed from the beginning because of the increased magical power. A distinctive yet charming voice flowed out, even at a considerable level.

Shortly after, I entered the treble part. The original sunset would have canceled the song with an embarrassing smile without properly digesting it here, but it was different now. The pitch went up unbelievably.

“Don't think of me as a cruel woman. I just left for you for a little while. Don't forget my grief. ”

I sang a perfectly high-pitched part. I did not make it difficult, and I called it somewhat comfortable. It was a miracle beyond mere touching. All the poetry did was give me some advice and a hand on my stomach to control my breathing, but the sound never went up and my voice turned attractive. Does this make sense?

After the song, I looked at the poem at sunset.

“Do you believe me now? Practice singing and you'll be great. ”

“Well, that's weird no matter how much I think about it. I can't sing this well just because I care about breathing.... I don't know what it is. ”

The sunset was confusing. Can this absurd thing happen?

“My special ability? ”

“Yes?”

“Haha. You'll get better if you practice like this. If I take my hands off the ship, I'll be back for some time, but I'm sure it'll be better if I keep practicing. ”

At this time, the poem said something seemed to be wrong because it made no sense to say that it was just because of the breath. By saying this, you would think that the sunset has inherited the dragon's legacy, and you have something special to say. It would be nice not to teach you this information, but it was hard to hide all the information and work.

“You seem like a very mysterious man. Is it okay for someone as insignificant as me to be here with you? ”

Usually you will be asked here what that ability is, but Sunset said negatively about himself even in this situation. When I met him, I didn't know that he was like this, but after meeting him and getting to know him, I was able to understand some of his original personality.

“Don't say that. I'm sorry.”

The poem hugged the sunset again. Since I have been continuing my skinship for a long time, it is not awkward to hug like this.

The situation was troubled while hugging the sunset. In order for the sunset to continue to sing well, I had to have sex somehow. Once you put it in, it becomes magical. But I was sorry to have sex because I seduced the sunset for it. I don't know if they like themselves very much and love each other, but Sunset was just pretending to be a lover to help. I felt like I had to worry about this part a little bit.

“Hey……. It's okay now."

“Oh, yeah. Sorry."

The sunset falls from the poem, and the ball is quite mentioned. I smelled the sweet scent I smelled earlier. The luscious aroma was emanating from the testes of the poem, which makes women sexually aroused. However, the poem did not realize that the sunset smelled its scent and was excited by its sexual significance.

A thank-you note came out of the speaker as Karaoke hour was almost over. The poem and sunset decided to go out first rather than go any further.

I went out to karaoke and ate while wandering around normally. However, I would have talked a lot if it was a typical sunset, but I didn't say much today.

After eating, I wandered around Samsung Station like a normal lover's date. I was walking slowly, and a chilly winter breeze swirled by the sunset.

“It's cold.”

The sunset mutters.

“Hands off? ”

“Yes. A little bit. ”

The sunset light dipped its face into the scarf that the poet gave me quietly said. I was strangely calm today.

“Do you want to hold hands?”

“Cow or hand? Right now? That's … hmm… yes……. ”

Sunset, who was ashamed for a long time, finally nodded and said he would hold hands.

The poem clasps the hands of the cold sunset. The sunset twitches loudly as the poem intersects. Then, after burying his face deep in his neck, he looks down and walks.

Seeing the shame of feeling pure, unlike before, I finally started to feel like a lover.

This is what the poem wanted me to feel.

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