Dragon’s Legacy

Dragon Lunamos

“Draw whatever you want, because it's not the end. ”

“Failure is a word that doesn't suit me. ”

I thought the situation was reasonable, but it sounded like it was going to fail for the eggs. The eggs were very confident in the cartoon. I had a rough feeling that the situation was why I fought so hard on the Internet earlier. When they were strong, there was always a fight.

I heard the door open while the poem was talking to the egg. In time, it seemed like Chan or Yumi had come back from school.

“Brother, are you here already? ”

Chant loudly. A voice of praise rang out to the room on the second floor. He came back after seeing the Pope's shoes.

“Praise be to you. I'm going out there. Think about the story. ”

The poem left the room because there was nothing else to try here.

After the poem left, Aru looked at the door with a sad look and lay on the bed, rolling around with a comic book.

The egg looks at such an aura and thinks about something. After listening to the poem, I felt a little vague about the story I had in mind. I recalled a different story Many stories have passed through my mind. Everyone was a little short. I wanted to draw a story about a relationship that was breathtaking.

“Aruya.”

“Yes? Why? ”

“What do you like about the poem? ”

The egg looks at the aru and asks. Before, it was not about poetry, but about love, but now I wanted to hear a more direct expression.

Aru frowns and thinks, hearing the words of the spawning.

“I don't like……. ”

“You don't like it? You don't like him? ”

Aru's words are not finished yet, but the egg quickly rebounds in a surprised expression. Could it be that he had hated the poem in his heart until now? It was weird not hating Aru every day and having sex like that.

“No. How can I say I don't like you? I'm your brother's, so you can do whatever you want. But you always keep me warm. ”

“Me again. ”

Unlike what I thought, the eggs were lightly disappointed.

“What exactly is so great about you? ”

The spawn asks Aru again.

“Woof…. It's good to feel good when having sex, good to feel good when kissing, and good to touch your breasts.... ”

“Not with such physical pleasure, but with the mind. I like my brother for this. Tell me about it. ”

“Oh, you say that. I'm glad you're keeping me warm. ”

The same answer I gave earlier caused the egg to sigh lightly. I tried to ask the question again a little more clearly, but Aru's words continued.

“The old master was angry and hit me for being ugly. I've been working all day. I can't sleep. It was so sad and hard. He's not like that. I love that you're always so nice and nice to me. And you're the first person to tell me she's pretty. Hehe.”

Aru said, shy. Aru thought about when he first met the poem. I thought it was good that it was sold to the poem, but it was also scary. You look like a scary person. But the poem treated her as a woman, not a slave. At that time, I still felt frustrated just thinking about it.

“Hmm……. ”

When she heard Aru's story, she remembered some stories. Maybe it wasn't so bad to model Aru as a cartoon. A man who helps and protects a woman who has lived a difficult life since childhood. Just hearing Aru's story made the situation feel very good. However, the eggs knew the true nature of the poetry.

“You know, he loves it when I suck his dick. Especially the crack in the front of the tongue.... ”

“I don't care about that. You don't have to. ”

Suddenly Aroo talked about having sex with the poem. The startled eggs raised their voices a little, preventing Aru from saying such things anymore. I didn't want to know where the situation felt. But after I had heard the story, I automatically remembered the huge penis of the poem. And when I remembered Aru licking the place that the poem liked with his tongue, I quickly shook my face and sent out a strange imagination.

“I feel so good having sex. Ask your brother to do it. I feel really good. ”

“Never mind. I'm going to tell you a story, so don't talk to me. ”

If I say any more, Aru will continue to talk about it. Eggs decides to tell a story.

“Huff……. Okay, I'm gonna watch some cartoons. ”

Aru was silent when she saw the cartoon, and she opened the notepad on her computer and wrote down the ideas that came to her mind. It seemed to have some basic skeleton, but it was hard for Aru to hear more about his love heart.

After much thought, the egg went to the living room to ask Praise. But in the living room, the poem and praise were leaning on the couch and kissing. It was also not just a kiss, but the poem was writhing his heart in praise.

“Hmph.”

When she saw the poem and chant kissing, she purposely shouted because she felt bad for no reason.

“Oh, my. ”

Praise fell from the poem in shock at the sound of the disturbance. Usually, the eggs and aru do not come out of the room well, so they are being cautious. I would have kissed carefully, but the poet wanted to kiss me right away, so I couldn't refuse.

“Chan Mi, can I talk to you for a second? ”

“Ugh, yeah. It's okay."

“Let's talk in Chan Mi's room. ”

“Yes, I'll be back in a moment. ”

The poem smiled a little and nodded his head. The hymn went to the room with the eggs.

“Come in.”

“Yes.”

The egg that entered the chamber of praise sat roughly on the bed and looked around the room. Unlike his room full of comic books, the room of praise felt as bright as the room of ordinary women. I remembered the structure of the room in my head.

“What are you talking about? Are you worried?”

Chan sat next to the egg and asked with a slightly worried look. It was the first time that the eggs said they had something to ask you.

“What do you like so much about him? ”

The egg also asked Praises what she had asked Aru.

“That's the question. ”

Chan looked at the eggs and said he understands them lightly. The egg doesn't say much because it seems like it misunderstood something in the expression of praise, but it was the first time I heard the answer.

“Do you call it light for me? Are you too bored with this answer? ”

“What exactly does it mean to be light? ”

Unlike Aru, when Chan got a slightly right answer, the egg became interested and asked more questions.

“A person is deeply frustrated when they are struggling or suffering. There's a darkness in your heart. I had that darkness once. ”

Praise also came to mind. I thought I could no longer trust a man when I was about to be raped by my first boyfriend who was hurt so badly. It was the poem that led him out of the deep and deep darkness.

“If I hadn't met you back then, I would still be having depressing days. My brother enlightened me. In that sense, it's called light. Is this expression too puzzling? ”

The listener would be ashamed, but praise filled my heart with love for the poem just by reminiscing about the poor thoughts of that time. I knew better than anyone why women liked poetry.

“Light.... ”

After hearing the praises, the egg seems to recall something. Aruwa Praise. Both had great wounds, and the Pope healed them. I thought the situation was intentional, but I was impressed.

“Any more questions? ”

Chant asks the egg thinking something.

Eggs, who cleared her mind for a moment, asked her a few more questions and praised her in detail and detail.

The egg takes a clear note of the story of praise. It was not less than Chan who heard about this. I asked all the women at home from Yumi, Eunji, Sook and Hyunju similar questions and I could hear my own answers.

After listening to the women, the eggs were able to see the cunning tricks of the poem. The poem squeezed the wounds of the women's hearts. And I used it to draw extreme affection. I don't know if it was intentional or sad to cover the wound, but the probability was quite high.

Eggs knows better than anyone that she has no such wound. That's why I felt relieved and angry at the same time because I didn't have any concerns about being attracted to the poem like other women. I don't know why I was angry, but I couldn't deceive myself until I felt that way.

Based on these stories, Eggs wrote a single story. A story of a man who met a wounded woman who slowly got to know each other and fell in love helping her. It was a rather sad and moving story.

Eggs painted this story in earnest.

The story of all the women in this house was quite good, as the story implied. I could draw a story halfway through the whole day because it was an egg that was all about computers at home.

The eggs cut this cartoon and immediately posted it to the portal site. Posting on the portal site did not involve contracting with the site. The spawning site was a webtoon bulletin board that anyone could post for a skilled new webtoon writer, and if it became popular here, it could be formally featured.

The cartoon of the egg was very impressive, so the cartoon of the egg was very interesting at first sight. As she watched the comments on her cartoon, she smiled gladly. The poem said he would never be able to draw a romantic cartoon, but he knew the psychology of men and women perfectly. I was more confident to describe psychology than anyone who did not have to try dating.

However, this vigor of the spawning did not last long. The negative comments are starting to run.

Eggs read the comments with a serious expression.

[It looks like the person who drew this is a genuine monopoly. What kind of man and woman would go out like that?

[Is this a gag comic?]

[It's a good story, but it's too unrealistic for men and women. Honestly, I can't get immersed in this.]

There were even positive comments as there were negative reactions.

Don't look at me. What are you so grumpy about? I'm just having fun. But you're a real monopoly?]

[Don't be offended by my story. The painting and the story itself, as written above, is very good. It's totally my style, so I've been seeing it every day since first grade. But it's a little less realistic. I think it would be great if you just hooked up. I'm always cheering you on. Shoot!]

As she reads the comment, she shudders. Comments that seemed to have failed to make love greatly hurt the ego of the eggs.

The egg looks back at its cartoon. But there was nothing weird about it. I had seen it in an underwater kissing cult drama that everyone pointed out. It wasn't awkward at all.

“Aruya, Suran. What are you doing?”

The egg is looking at the reaction, biting his lips tightly. At that time, the poem opened the visit and came in.

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