Goddess, Help Me!

... My life here is apparently a repetition of sleeping and waking up. And for the convenience of the place where the bed is located, there is no such thing as complete privacy.

So I see someone else right after I wake up, which is often the case. Not for the price, quite a lot.

Meet different people in your dreams, and sometimes have a conversation. I always feel like I've been spinning full lately in my head.

...... so there is no choice. I think.

I can't help myself thinking too much with my head, moving too much in my dreams, and sleeping poorly.

Even if I unconsciously duvet Medismult, I'm not bad. Probably nobody's bad.

Something warm - a nice sheet - something that I was stroking all over the sawa sawa was actually a man's skin...... then I'm sure anyone would be surprised. I was surprised, too.

It's a natural reaction, isn't it?

Wake yourself up as a ghost. I put my strength into my upper body with the intention of jumping away as it was, but my weak arms didn't move as I thought they would.

The thick masculine hands of verse support Henahena and my fallen sides. The laid young man spun a beautiful bass filled with serenity.

"Welcome back"

"...,... Good morning"

What, this' natural to be replaced by a bed 'face?

I'm not upset at all. I can't clap. Things are going crazy...

I was greeted with an awakening and somehow taken to a difficult atmosphere to descend from his chest - in the end I weakened with a lie down over him lying on my back.

I'm also willing to worry about taking the whole weight for one and not being heavy, but if it gets painful, he'll be in some sort of action.

The slight heart sounds from the hot skin are pleasant. Keeping my cheeks up and down my regular chest silent for a while brought back memories that I had followed slightly earlier.

"... again, I had a dream"

stroke his back loosely as his big hand hammered him.

"Mae and I were re-modeling the bedroom. Switch all the conditioning from pink to white and water."

"... that's what happened"

Because he always soars restlessly in his bedroom, he tasted the color with the empty colors he seemed to like and the white and silver close to his original hair color.

Sleeping with him and turning the bed, which was large enough even then, into something bigger.

I laid a rug with long hairy feet wondering if it was pathetic that the floor was hard when I knelt him at his feet.

The conditioners and accessories were all brought into Medismult. I don't remember telling him the truth when he was being used to complain about bumps. I just feel like I'm telling you 'cause I'm tired'.

The bedroom I entered the other day maintained an atmosphere that was not different in dimensions from my memory at the time.

You said the lid you put on the bed was' out of the way, depressing '. I saw a room full of laces and frills that changed the color flavor but couldn't give way to cuteness, even though in my memory he was sloppy.

"... I also saw Mae studying words."

Recall how he was reviewing the rhetoric against Rioner between the thrones.

There was an intersection of reclining words and blurring ways of saying things, and I was about to blow out even though I was sleeping with my lid closed.

Rioner, who coaches him, is also usually in a shattered tone, so even though he mixes slightly uneven advice. Medismult is really interesting because I take it and say it again.

Hehe, my exhale laughs on the chest plate of a young man.

"Were you conscious even when you were asleep? … you can forget about the area."

I couldn't bear to laugh because my dissatisfied voice sounded from over my head.

Raising his face, the same obstinate face as his voice stares straight at this one. Guided by a large hand attached to his cheek, he crawled up Medismurt's skin slightly.

Lips overlap.

My ears were tickled by my long fingers and my face angle changed. The tip of the tongue touches each other. There was a sweet kiss for a while that made sure of each other's warmth, neither acute nor forceful.

"... you've grown your hair"

I stretched the fitting arm of the decorative wheel between slightly disturbed breaths. The pearl gray hair that spreads over the sheets is still a great touch.

Flush a muscle and sarcasm from between your fingers.

That's how I played with my long hair a few times, and I remembered.

- My hair, which was shining silver when I met her, greyed a little while I was revamping my body as a half demon. When I woke up, I was disappointed that the silver thread that inspired me to like it had been lost.

I don't know if that's why, or just because I felt in the way. … one day after the month had passed, Medismult suddenly cut off the hair that was stretching to the point where it was likely to stick on his shoulder.

"Don't hang up without my permission!

You scolded me rarely and strongly because by then I had already begun to attach myself to my dull glossy hair.

"Are you asking me anyway? Make me like my hair. '

"If you can't, you can't! You're all mine!... even though it was beautiful '-

"Long way out of the way? Hang up?"

"As you wish."

asks, wrapping a blunt glow around his fingertips and scowling.

Medismult, who was similarly rubbing my hair, dropped his mouth on the dark hair tangled in his fingers.

... I think I was jealous.

I had a longing for straight, sassy hair texture and bright hair color because I have wavy dark hair and the color of mesh, which is also a horny mark, is heavy purple.

If Rioner hears about it, he'll laugh, "It's a no-object contract."

Daily fragments of my dreams reveal my past little by little.

But the most critical scene remains a mystery.

Why am I called 'God of Destruction' by Medismult, Rioner, and everyone else?

"... Speaking of which, what about Lioner?

I wonder if he's out today. I stretched my arms further as I asked.

... you're also worried about this roll angle.

He doesn't have it in his old dreams. It appeared on Medismult's head after I was in a state of sleep. I wonder how this only comes with one.

Gently stroke.

It feels as stiff as it looks when I touched it before. Slightly warm because unlike animal horns, there's blood through...?

A tingling pain ran from my fingertips inadvertently. Yeah, there was a stimulus like static electricity when you let me touch it before.

"Huh......!?

"It's impeccable, calling names of men other than me on this occasion, etc. Or... are you being incited?

The young man's hand stroked his flank and slumped down from his curved hips to the end. A hand penetrating the inside of a thin underwear clouds a mellow double hill. At the same time it was gently poked up from the bottom.

Hot expensive feeling over the cloth. My hips, pulled away from the full, hard feel, were fixed by the hand that grabbed me and I couldn't move anymore.

Consciousness finally turned to itself here.

... What is this outfit? No, it's not clothes, what do you mean I'm always wearing a dress with little exposure, and now I'm almost naked again after last time!?

Besides, it's not just about this outfit that surprises me. This looks familiar to me in its flirty, glossy design. Yes, I used to always use these types of thin underwear...

"Oh, um... no, eh"

Yusa, shaken and distant consciousness swayed back. Fingers away from dark hair convey skin.

I'm glad I remembered, but I can't believe how I felt at the time.

My whole body lights on so much embarrassment.

The hand that traces the line of the body proceeds from the abdomen into the thin cloth and begins to move with a slutty will. I bounced my chest swept up between the two of them.

Sweet stimuli run up the spine.

It's a clear thin cloth, you can't hide that my skin is happy to be touched.

A young man opens his thin lips at the tip of his gaze. The red tongue tip is glossy. A flattering voice leaked on its own as it was sucked into the center of the swell that began to pointy.

"Ah... ah... mae... hey...!

A caress that began abruptly.

Every thin cloth is covered. Medicine mult entangles the tongue there.

Meanwhile, the gentle lumbar protrusion continued, and whenever I was pressed for a hard feeling, my lower abdomen hurt. A shy mind is a back belly, and your body gets more and more expensive expecting you to be ahead of it.

Even though it's just an imitation. I was reminded of the act of taking off my clothes, and my chest rang so loud that I couldn't stand it.

"This is a sign of your connection. You don't touch me too carelessly."

A man whispers hot as he blames his tongue tip for a puffy burst there.

My hand, which was rubbing the double hills, was pulled out of my underwear. At the next moment, vision flips.

My back was pressed against the sheet.

My hand reaches between my legs again.

"When it comes to connecting, I'm glad to hear it from you."

A finger gently backwards and forwards over the cloth, which began to wet, sank from gap to secret fissure.

"Hih, ahhh...!

They offend shallow areas on the fingers that started unplugging.

It wasn't a scream, it was a whisper that leaked out of my mouth.

My skin already knows how he caresses me. It was in the memory of his resurrection, because I was the only one who taught him to perform chamber surgery from scratch.

The lips that were tracking the neck muscle sucked into the skin. Little pain ran. There, now a null and wet feeling crawls.

I can't even afford to count the number of scattered marks.

I guess it's been a few days since I woke up, because the last time I woke up, the stuff I was attached to was about to disappear a little. A new stamp of ownership is engraved to override them.

My other hand strokes the swelling of my chest so that I can forgive my tiny, trembling limb every time I'm sucked. My fingertips played the tip while I was being rubbed slightly.

The sweet offense is too precise and melts reason in no time.

'Yes, there..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The boundaries between the past and the present become blurred. - That was an unconsciously leaked rumor.

"Meh... meh... duh...!

"Huh!"

Long stretches stretch against me.

Suddenly stopped caress. The beauty looked up puzzled as she repeatedly breathed shallow, gazing at me jiggly.

"... you remembered...?

……

"Oh, no... well... you said it was still hard"

Medismurt exhaled a great deal of sigh after voluntarily retrieving the question he threw at us.

The fingers that were entering from the side of the damp underwear are pulled out. His hand, which was crushing his chest, also broke away, and then he was gently held back.

Comfortable body temperature is the only thing that conveys from the intimate skin and hardly feels the weight.

I scolded my powerless arm and gently turned it to his wide back. Fix disturbed breathing.

"I forgot something important...?

As soon as the pleasure was interrupted, an intense sleeper arrived. My body craves rest, whether it's because I haven't been able to return to strength yet.

"... it's the end of the story for you."

Medismult's face is buried in my neck muscle, and I can't peek at that look.

I felt the humidity mixed with the words returned though.

My chest gets clogged with feelings of frustration. I'm sorry I can't give you what he wants. I feel sorry for myself.

I continued to stroke Medismult's back and hair until my consciousness could no longer resist my whole body wanting sleep.

"Sorry......"

Absolutely, because it's funny.

So just wait a little longer.

I'll try to get you back to me as soon as possible.