King of Shadows

- The script is somewhere in the middle.

"Well, I'm perfectly fine."

Swimming his lips for a long time gave the same answer as before. What was a bit unusual about her body was that she admitted it, but she was afraid of her eyes to admit it indefinitely.

Tackles. Shi Hyun stirs firmly into the body of an unfaithful swimmer. Fourth time already. The sheep that surpassed that of man spilled like gummy bears. Sihyun and Swimming, the parts they touched were so degenerate that they could not be expressed in words.

"Si-hyun, don't play with me alone."

Lin, who appeared behind his back, hugged him. Her lips were stretched out, and her lips were taken from her. Lin wholeheartedly harassed her mouth with her tongue, and touched her breasts. Her hands, which provoked her nipples, climb down to her hips on her waist.

"I'll touch you here, too."

Lin, who recounts in a seductive gesture, brings a finger to the butthole. Without pushing, she simply turns her fingers and waits for a gap.

Finally, Lin tucks a finger into the butthole and moves forward, feeling like she's exploring an unknown world. Soon after, she finds her desired place, her fingers bent. Lin, who naturally squeezed her prostate, looked at her with a playful smile.

"What do you think, Si-hyun? Isn't this place thrilling?"

He almost bit his tongue with a jolt he didn't even think of. His senses were strange but arrived. Lin was able to see how much she enjoyed without listening to the answer. You could see the tight muscles twitching intermittently.

"Ha ha ha ha! You're bigger, you're bigger."

Immediately, the swim shakes its head and firmly grasps the sheet. A thicker swell swells through her interior without any fuss. Swimming was unable to concentrate on the magnification of the item that increased every second.

The stimulated demonstration shook my back toward higher pleasure. The swim that did not focus on the intense repellent movement hugged him. The only thing between them is the rushing sound of water and the groaning.

"Here we go!"

"Mister!"

He exhales his desire as he looks down at the swimming pool that creates a convulsion. She breathes a short breath with a more intense sensation than pain. Sihyun, who swept his sweaty forehead once, reached out his hand and grabbed Lin, who was playing with his hand earlier.

"I tried to endure it, but I couldn't endure it."

"Ugh, yeah?"

Lin looks embarrassed, but does not refuse his touch, as her eyes change like that of a predator. Lin climbs over the body of the fallen swimmer, anticipating what will happen next.

As he focused his mind, another penis appeared on a thick, long object. The two objects were just different locations, and everything was the same. It was also a tool that could give both Lynn and swimming the same love. Rin coughs as she notices what she's about to do. Swimming also looked at the split object with interesting eyes.

"Brace yourself. I won't let you."

Sihyun did not resist the urge to rise inside his body. He entrusted everything to his instincts and put the two halves into Lin and Swim.

"How can you think like this? I knew you were a pervert."

"But I like this, too. Or do you both want to be monogamous? Swimming?"

"That can't be right! It's not right to accept anything you want to do."

"Hehe, so you don't like it? If you don't like it, I can enjoy it by myself."

"... I didn't say no."

Every time she went on a retreat, a successive groan of different charms burst out. In the feeling that he would immediately give an assessment, Se-hyun empowered the ship. I'm tasting the inside of an octopus squirming like a red panel and the inside of an octopus squirming like a worm. Though his body was trembling with the scent of the memorials, he moved his back without hesitation.

"It's not over."

Before he finished speaking, things that had split in two began to change. The projections on the surface were not enough, so they changed their size and shape. The appearance of things that changed with Lynn and the swimming were odd. The thickness of the pillars was irregular and the tip was edgy like that of sea cucumber.

From the beginning, Lin and Swimming fell asleep in something that seemed to have been cultivated for them. As soon as they regained consciousness, they gasped for joy as if they were about to collapse. The word "immediate match" is so close that it has no meaning.

I knew that I was slowly addicted to the pleasures of Xi Hyun, but I could not resist Rin and swimming. The once heightened sensation did not show any signs of descending. I thought I had nowhere else to go, but that was a mistake with Lynn and swimming. They were peering at new pleasures as she moved.

A prick. Maybe it's because the belly touched. Lin and the swim can feel the objects of Se-hyun rushing past the other party's ship. They blushed and exchanged subtle glances. We could read each other's thoughts without speaking.

Swimming face-to-face and Lynn greeted each other's lips, regardless of who was first. The two of them threw up their hot breaths as if they were emitting a relentless heat. Lynn buries her face into the chest of the swimmer and bites her loss.

"Cute, Swimming. I think I know why Si-hyun is so mean..."

"Sis, what are you saying? I'm ashamed."

The shy smiling swim ducks and avoids Lynn's gaze. It was because I felt like I would get caught up in Lynn's face without even knowing it. He looked at them with a delightful smile and even teased them even more. As he tastes the insides of his two suckers, he vomits his desire.

Regular men thought that their reflection was not strange enough, but they did not stop. It was because the thirst that was hanging in my mouth was not quenched. He moved his waist without pulling anything out.

Lin and Swimming, using the background sound of their groaning, greeted them even more harshly. I still wanted to try a lot. And the night was that long.

351.

It's been a year since Chris came to Earth. After four seasons on Earth, he passed his childhood and reached his childhood. With his white hair and red eyes resembling his mother, he showed an unbelievably complete sculpture that he was young. His head was small and his limbs were long and straight. He was a child who could be anywhere except that his eyes were dark and deep to his age.

Of course, surpassing infancy and adolescence in a year was an unprecedented rate of growth for humans, but Chris took himself for granted. The body that received the seed of the neophyte from outside the universe broke the principle and the law of existence itself. It was an unrivalled vessel from birth. It couldn't have been like that of a filthy human.

However, limitations did exist. Cruwell and Lavania didn't hide their special existence from the beginning, but they were still curled up. The world out there was dangerous. There was the worst thing about being the King of Shadows.

I couldn't fathom it because I hadn't seen it firsthand, but Chris knew that the Shadow King was as powerful as he once was. With Alto's narrative and various media, there was nothing he could have guessed.

Even if the opponent is strong, Chris doesn't mind. The great old being, the goal of going beyond, was to still burn quietly in his heart. All I had to do was grow up and hold on until I got the best opening wall. Moreover, I didn't dislike my current life.

Unlike Zephyros, the Earth had a lot of fun. I liked it other than that Cruwell was trying to infuse himself with unbelievable values.

Once, I dreamed of traveling the world, but I stopped dreaming when I realized there was a large network of networks called the Internet. He had access to all the records in the room without needing to wander around. Now, the circulation of information was fast enough to match the words "village."

Chris's current interest was the King of Shadows. Knowing me and knowing your enemy won't jeopardize a hundred battles. While he was crouching, Chris planned to scrape as much information about the Shadow King as he could. If you ask Alto, it was an easy puzzle to solve, but it was a moment of entertainment anyway. I haven't had this much fun to spend my time with.

"May I come in? Chris."

"Suit yourself."

As soon as he saw the woman entering his room, Chris frowned. I didn't feel a physiological aversion to her crooked back appearance. It was only because she could not see the inside of Ravania, the woman who was smiling at herself.

For a year, Chris understood the surrounding environment. He knew that the place where he was born was the Mad Waitley Way and that Crowell and Ravania, who had been led to blood, were all abnormal.

Cruwell, the pillar of the house, had a clear goal. He had the proposition to manipulate Lee's god to make the Waitley family the top of the world.

Chris was delighted every time he saw Cruwell because it was a clear and foolish plan. There was no reason not to enjoy it because it was easy to shake in my hands.

But Lavania's behavior was in a category that Chris could not understand. She didn't want anything. I just looked at him.

Chris put a snack from Lavania in his mouth and asked the question he had kept in his heart all this time.

"Lavania, didn't you hate this body?"

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't hate you. But I can't hate you even if I hate you. That's an honest feeling."

Ravania could not know exactly how she felt. A glimpse of the chaos in her eyes echoes into the grave's voice.

"What a stupid thing to say. I told you from birth that I am not your child. And he is going to leave one day. Maybe he'll destroy the world. And yet you can't hate me?"

"Maybe you really are, but at least you're not getting out of here. Is it my own delusion that you felt something?"

"Did you want to impersonate your family by spending a year with them? Then I'll tell you. Yes, you're mistaken. I'm here because I didn't feel the need to take any risks. It doesn't make sense to leave with two convenient bodies."

Chris' life was a series of hardships and adversities until he was born weak and became a deliverer. There were no parents to protect him, and the one who once called him a friend strangled himself. Chris frowned as he recalled the past.

"That's really poetic. You're as obscure as Crowell."

It was overwhelming to turn the world around. It was neither audible nor invisible.

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