Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

When I got in the car, the poet's mother brought up the compliment.

“What a compliment. He respects grown-ups. You don't know how beautiful you are. ”

“Testimonials, yes. That was a nice compliment. ”

Although praise did not know how, the Pope's mother complimented him and he agreed. Seeing that I like my father who doesn't usually talk about such things, the poem seemed to be very praiseworthy. However, Yumi was young, and her parents never saw her as their marriage partner.

“More than an aru?”

The situation was clearly compared. I wanted to know my parents' feelings.

“Aroo is nice and nice. She doesn't mind if you marry anyone. Can't you just meet a lot of girls and spend the rest of your life with a nice girl? ”

Earlier, the Pope's mother, who thought she would marry Aru, said that both praise and Aruna are fine now. It looks pretty even after meeting praises, but I really liked the kind heart and sincere behavior of honoring adults. I had only eaten with him once, but I knew right away.

“Yumi? Yumi is pretty and fine. ”

“She's pretty, but she's a lot older than you. And Yumi's a little young, so I think she'd like a compliment. Aren't you?”

“Your mind is important, not our opinions. You're on your own. Testimonials.”

“Oh, but we have to see it. ”

The Pope's father left everything to the Pope, but the Pope's mother wanted to know who he was marrying in advance.

The poem was just because I was curious about my parents' thoughts. I didn't want to get married or get together like my parents said.

The restaurant is not far from home, so I arrived soon. I stopped in the parking lot and went home. This apartment felt awkward every time I went in because of the rarity of the situation.

He changed his clothes and his family sat in the living room and watched TV. My mother brought me fruits, and there was a drama on TV starring in secret.

“Isn't she a beauty? ”

The poem speaks of the secret as usual.

“You must be pretty because you're a celebrity. But she still looks prettier than Channa Aru. Now that you're settled, you should get married and have a baby. I'm almost 30 years old. ”

After making the poem tired of talking about marriage on the phone, even though she came home, the poet's mother only talked about marriage. Even though I introduced him to Arurung, it was terrible to imagine what he would hear if he had been idle without a woman and still without a job.

“Actually, I know her from a secret. She and Yumi are on our cosmetic CF this time. ”

“Oh, really? Do you know him well? That's my boy. I know a celebrity like that. ”

It was said that the Pope knew each other, but the Pope's mother was curious about him. Seeing that the poem was old, all I could think about was knowing a woman.

“He's just a close brother. ”

“Have a good day. You sell cosmetics at a department store, and you can hang out with celebrities like that. My pope used to be such a baby.... ”

Mother's story was endless.

Before receiving the Dragon's Legacy, I was always annoyed with Mother who was worried about money when I came home only once, and I felt like a spine because of Father. All I could think about was going back to the high school and being comfortable by myself. But now that I have some economic leisure, my family was very reconciled. It seemed that the human was forced to be dragged around by money.

It was late at night and my parents went to bed. I cleaned up the situation and went to my room. Because the city does not live in this room, the sheets were unfolded without beds. It's been a long time since I slept on the floor of this room.

The pope lies on a blanket, pulls out his tablet and checks for EXP. There's really little left to level 5. I felt like I could reach level 5 this month. However, I had less desire to level up than before.

By the time I reached level 10, I didn't know what I was going to inherit, but I was still living well without being jealous of anyone. In fact, it didn't matter if I stopped raising EXP here. I was already happy. I had enough medicine and tools to last a lifetime.

Honor or promotion? The poem was not strong in such desires. All I wanted was money and women, and now I have to fulfill it all. Life's goal is to raise the Legacy level, but that goal is becoming blurry.

I didn't feel much reason to keep it up. Unless I had lost everything and started all over again, I never felt the need to try so hard to get a legacy.

The poem looked at the Irish ceiling. After a while, I came home and all sorts of thoughts came to my mind.

If there was at least one goal, it was to have sex with Mina, eggs and everyone. I wanted to marry everyone if possible by law, but that was impossible. Dating several women was such a shameful dream that even in cartoons such an outcome would not come to pass.

How long can I stay like this? Or is it just gonna be one woman? It was difficult to conclude easily at this point.

Somehow, feeling sentimental, the poem put the tablet into space and thought for a long time. What should we live up to?

I was thinking about it for a long time, and I fell asleep.

The next morning, when he got up early, he took a light walk. As spring approached after winter ended, the day got warmer and warmer. Although it was still cold at dawn, it was only a pleasant cold for the poem.

Until today, I decided to go back with Yumi tomorrow.

In the afternoon, I decided to go to the house of praise. Since it was a weekday, his parents seemed to have only praise and temptation at home to go to work.

The poem walked a familiar street. Soon after, I arrived at Chan Chan's house on the second floor. Chan opened the door. At last, Yumi was praising me on where she was.

“Where's Yumi? ”

“Yumi went to meet a friend. I left a while ago because I have a close friend who goes to college here. ”

The poem reminded me of Yumi's friend who I met in front of the school. Maybe it's him. I didn't know, but I felt like I went to the same university as the old poem.

The poem naturally entered the room of praise and sat on the bed. This cramped room and the old bed were familiar. This reminds me of the secret sex I had with Yumi.

“Don't you meet your friends? ”

The poem, who was stuttering with memories of that moment, asked Praise. When I think about it, I hardly saw Chan meet a friend.

“I have no friends to meet here. ”

“You had a good time at school. I used to love it here when I was in college. ”

“Oh, no. Everyone in Seoul just doesn't know anyone here. But you went alone a long time ago? ”

The poem said, "Praise be to you, blushing your face." However, I was quite surprised to hear that the poem was more appropriate than that.

“I did. I didn't have any friends. I played in high school every day. I played in a PC room. ”

“I can't imagine. That you did it a long time ago. ”

“You were so mad at me when we first met. ”

“I didn't know at the time.... ”

When I heard about the sudden encounter, Chan blushed his face. At that time, I really didn't like the situation when I looked at myself because it was full of male disbelief. I still don't believe in other men except the poem, but I was still ashamed just thinking about the work at that time.

“Haha. And Yumi sneaked. I had sex here. ”

“ ……. ”

Praise only blushes. I remember Yummi coming when I was having sex, so I was really worried. I don't even have to worry about that right now.

“Let's relive the old days, shall we? ”

“Yes? Now? ”

The poem did not answer, but answered the question of praise with his own actions. I put the compliment sitting next to me on the bed. An old bed creaks. Compared to the bed from Quezron's castle, it was very uncomfortable, but this was the atmosphere.

I kissed Chan who was lying down. The poem seemed to be more emotional than usual because it was the place where I had sex with praise for the first time. Praise was also blushing and ashamed.

“You taught me a lesson here. ”

“Yes……. ”

“I had my first sex here. At that time, I really went home and thought about praising all day long. You didn't? ”

I turned my face away because I was ashamed of what the poem said. Then I nodded slightly. Even though life had changed since then, it was not wrong.

The poem continued to speak of the past and took off the robe of praise. I took off my t-shirt and brassiere and touched my chest. Beautiful breasts and a cropped waist. Clean and pure skin. It was a body close to perfection born by the effort of the poem.

I warmed my heart and the poem lowered his pants of praise. Chanting was already quite wet. I touched her vagina with my fingers. After activating the magical circuit, Chan flinches his body as he rubs the clitoris and surroundings with slippery fluid.

“My mom likes compliments. ”

“Yes?”

I was surprised by the words of the sudden poem and asked.

“I saw him yesterday and I think he liked him a lot. He's been talking about you. He said he wanted to marry me. ”

“Well, sort of. How can I... ”

When I heard the poem, I was embarrassed and replied, but I was really happy. I didn't intend to take the situation away from other women, but I couldn't help but be happy as a woman.

“Will you do it with your mouth? ”

“Yes.”

Chanting got up from bed and took off the poem's trousers and panties. At any given time, the penis of the spectacular poem was revealed. The poem was laid on the bed and the hymn took the poem's penis to his mouth. Because I had a pure beauty, I opened my mouth gently and sucked the penis of the poem. Even though I was sucking my penis, I didn't feel anything vulgar about Chan.

The love for each other ended appropriately, and the poem placed the compliment on the bed. The sound of excitedly praiseworthy breathing gradually grows rougher. The pope inserted a penis. I liked this feeling that it was slippery but properly tightened. The beans frictioned the vagina and brought a vivid pleasure to the poem.

Rather than just sex, the poem and praise were feeling each other's love. This feeling that came to my heart was not just pleasure.

The poem, as always, had an issue with the quality of praise. A good feeling came over the situation. The poem was laid bare beside praise. Even though I had a good energy, I still had a bad penis.

The poem enjoyed praise and joy. Praise wipes the semen from his vagina and wipes the penis of the poem. After processing, they were both almost naked for a while in bed.

“But he's not pregnant, even though he's always begging for it. ”

Chan said, looking at the situation with a slightly worried face. I began to worry whether he was having problems or if the epilepsy was azoospermia. Obviously, there were many days when I was pregnant but never got pregnant. Yumi was the same.

“Why? Do you want to get pregnant? ”

“No, it's not that. I was worried that I might be weird. ”

Praise was somewhat embarrassed by the direct words of the poem. In fact, I had a feeling that it was okay to have the child of the poem, so I asked every time, or I would have used a condom already.

“She'll be pregnant when the time comes. Don't worry. We're both fine. ”

“Yes, I don't worry too much. ”

I mistook her for married.

The poem and praises kept on talking without any clothes on. It was hard to talk like this because there were so many people at home. I had a lot to talk about.

“Brother, get dressed now. I'll be back from work soon. ”

The poem came to the house of praise late in the afternoon, and it was time for the parents of praise to come back one day.

“Should I?”

The poem was just answering and still relaxing, touching only the breasts of praise.

That's when I heard the sound of coming in through the gate outside as if it were natural. While the poem and praise were taking off their clothes, the natural spread of praise's parents came back.

“My parents must be here. Get dressed quickly. ”

Praise was surprised by the sound. I picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on. I was originally wearing light clothes, so Chan quickly put on all my clothes.

Later, even with the sound of the front door opening, the poem was relaxed in his pants. The door to the Hall of Praise opens as you pull up your pants and fasten your belt.

“Praise.”

It was the mother of praise.

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Yesterday, I was in a bad mood and couldn't post. Sorry, I'd like to use it every day, but I think I'll take a break once or twice on a bad day.

It seems that the day to finish the dragon's legacy is not far from here.

Thank you for always reading.