Let Me Be Reborn

"West?"

"Just once · · · I just want to call it a day. Can't I?"

Democracy really thinks I'm the one to marry.

I'm sorry for what I just did, and I nodded without knowing how desperately she looked.

"Maybe a day."

At that moment, there was a groaning in the kitchen.

The pot lid sounded like it was rotting.

"Are you boiling something?"

"Oops! Look at me. I put the stew on for breakfast, Western."

It turned out that he had already prepared a meal before waking me up. The democracy got up and ran to the kitchen.

"Western, finish what you can't finish after breakfast. I'll bring it up in the morning."

The democracy rushes naked. I can't believe I'm suddenly going to make dinner. Leaving me alone in bed, I had no choice but to shrug my shoulders at the shriveled object.

"It's not a big, new, new cosplay."

[The Democrat really wants to marry you.]

'Well, it's a democracy · · ·.'

[Do you think a pillow is not enough?]

'No, there's more work to be done than lacking.'

Does that mean there's room?]

I don't know who I'm gonna marry later. But do you think I can do it? '

[Is it the wind? The Democratic Ocean might tolerate your breeze. That's the way it's always been. You have a knack for sublimating yourself every time you get hurt, don't you?]

"No, I'm not talking about the wind, I'm talking about myself. '

Yourself?

I am not unmarried.

In my past life, I thought marriage was a human ambassador to pay a visit as a person. Real marriage went well.

But it didn't end well.

It was the worst, not the worst.

Even though my wife's wishes were the same, my daughter who I believed in was not even flesh and blood after being stabbed and stabbed by the boss. It was a shocking turn of events for me.

I lost my trust in humans at the same time as the marriage meeting. It may seem like an excuse, but it's also because of the trauma I went through after my rebirth like this thunder-naked madness.

Just as a child who almost drowned was afraid to go into the water, his confidence in marriage disappeared after he was greatly immersed in marriage.

Suddenly something came up when I thought of my ex-wife. My throat burns like a thousand bucks. It eats me from the inside. Annoyed, angry, frustrated, grudged. All kinds of negative emotions got into my head.

[What are you doing all of a sudden?]

Rossi notices a sudden change in body and asks anxiously. Rossi, an Artificial Intelligence Assistant, can check my body status in real time. But what was clear was that Rosie couldn't read all my thoughts.

'Suddenly I'm not feeling well.'

[Strange. Last night's hangover was all resolved by an item.]

'It's just that sometimes I get queasy. It's empty in the morning.'

I was surrounded by them, but I know exactly why.

that this unpleasant feeling that was embedded in me was happening like a conditional reflex the moment I thought of my ex-wife.

My ex-wife, who paid for my death in prison, who bought it, helped it, and even actively cooperated, is still walking the world in a state of imprisonment.

I would have lived without knowing it, but I felt like I would not be able to overcome the trauma of marriage if I had not caught her somehow.

[Hmm, you must be feeling very uncomfortable. This is the worst face I've ever seen. It's a little scary.]

'· · Was it? I guess I'm hungrier than I thought.'

Rossi mustn't see vengeance. The moment I realize my plan, I will desperately try to stop him.

The moment I get involved in my past life, I don't know what punishment I will get as a player. Like Rossi said, he may be deprived of all his powers for violating the causality of his regrets.

Therefore, there is still a conflict about it.

Is revenge for my ex-wife worth giving up all the happiness I have now? Shouldn't you be disqualified if you break your promise to God for nothing?

I had to worry a lot.

I know where the enemy lives, with a knife in my hand, but there was nothing I could do right now.

That was the most painful thing.

'· · But if you retreat like this, it's not Lee Jeong-woo. Eye for an eye, tooth for an eye. ‘

I got up from the bed with a deep vengeance in my heart.

It's not a motel, but I quickly found the pants I threw off yesterday because I don't have a gown. But my clothes were nowhere to be seen.

I panicked and approached the democracy preparing a meal in the kitchen. Unlike studios, democratic officetels had separate kitchens. When I reached the kitchen, I saw a democrat stirring a ladle in the pot. Surprisingly behind her, she was naked and covered in aprons.

It was. The side breathtaking sexy breasts that appeared between the apron.

I heard three words that it might be more important to hide some than to be completely naked. I just got bitten, sucked, stuffed, and put it all in, and then my conscience filled up again. I swallowed a cough in democracy with nothing but apron.

"Low · · · ·. Assistant teacher?"

"Ah, Western. Already here? I'm not ready yet."

"No, where are my clothes?"

The democrat lowers his ladle and replies politely.

"Western, I'm uncomfortable with what you're saying. Make yourself comfortable."

What's that nonsense again? '

[Maybe that's a democratic desire. Take it. I'll take it today. Didn't you promise?]

'Ouch, I haven't even been treated like this by my wife.'

"Okay, where are my clothes?"

"I did your laundry this morning to keep you clean. I'm returning it to the dryer now, but I'll bring it to you later. You need to keep your clothes clean."

"Ah · · · Then what should I wear now?"

It's embarrassing. I appreciate the democratic favor, but I can't keep running around naked like this. A democracy obsessed with the new Copfrey smiles with her lips.

"You look good now, too, Hoho."

"But I'm still eating. I don't want to dress like this."

"Can I get you some of my clothes?"

"Your clothes? Do you think it's going to fit me?"

"It's hard to dress, but they have loose churning."

"Can you give me that, then?"

"Wait a minute, West Nimes!"

The democracy ran to the shoddy closet and brought back a piece of Nylon cloth. It was a funky style of clothing, often called refrigerator pants.

"The stretchability is good, don't you think?"

"I'll try it on."

I took the refrigerator pants from the democracy and shoved my legs in.

"I think it's too tight."

It was attached to the body, but after wearing it, it was a problem that the bulging objects and balls appeared protrusively. It looked like Valerino was wearing tights. I'm embarrassed, says the democracy.

"That's the biggest one I have."

"Hmm, I can't walk around naked, so I'll just wear it for now."

"Yes, Western. I'll finish cooking then. Please have a seat at the table for a moment."

The democracy looks at the liver of the stew while simultaneously examining the pile that was on the other lens. While sitting at the table, I wondered.

"Why are you boiling two stews?"

"Oh, this is a steamed egg."

"Steamed eggs? What kind of breakfast is that?"

"It's in your footsteps. I just wanted to bring you something delicious like this. You're not very good, but please enjoy."

The democracy that tasted the smoke of the new color replied clearly. Seeing her made me feel weird because I thought of being married for no reason.

'No, that's not what my wife did to me on my honeymoon. When I'm done, I'm done.'

The prejudice against democracy was a little unclear. It was also true that I was worried that the nature of the physiology was too dark to marry. But I'm fine.) It was a lovely and kind woman. Seeing her preparing a meal, I felt better for no reason and asked.

"Can I help you?"

"No, Western. It'll only take a minute, so please be patient."

Despite all democracy, I got up from the chair. The stew boiling in the gas range is particularly appetizing. I thought it would be quite delicious just by smelling it.

“Well, the democracy is surprisingly good. ”

I purposely cling to the butt of democracy. He wore pants, but it was so thin that it felt like he was sticking to his buttocks.

“Huh, hot. West, West · · · ·. ”

The democracy blushes beneath your ears in shame. I slowly tuck my hand into the crack in the apron. I wanted to feel my heart from the first moment I saw it.

“Is democracy delicious or is democratic cooking delicious? ”

“Ah, ah · · · ·. If you do this, focus. ”

I gently twisted my nipple with my fingers, holding my chest.

“Never mind. Keep going. ”

“Ha, ah, yes, Western. ”

The nipples of democracy quickly became firm. I squeezed my chest with both hands. Thanks to this, the giant swells up again and bounces out as if it were coming through your trousers.

“West, West · · · ·. ”

“Why?”

“What keeps poking me in the ass? ”

“Really? What do you want? ”

Democracy was pretending to know but not know.

“Democracy is so · · · naive that I don't know. ”

"That's a little naive. ’

[You're acting really new, so please understand.]

‘Yeah, you better guess what. ’

“Why are our naïve sax and nipples so hard? ”

“Ah, ah · · · That's because the West keeps touching it. ”

“Is this what happens when you touch it? ”

“I-I don't know. ”

I pull down my pants and pull out the object.

The one that stood firm again was gracious, asking me to finish what I couldn't do before.

I lowered the lever and shoved the object between the thighs of democracy. As the upper part of the object crossed the wet part of democracy, it felt damp water.

“Why is this place so slippery again? ”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. ”

“Why? Is something wrong? ”

Zacharias.

Shaking his back and forth without deliberately putting it in the hole, the democracy shook his shoulders to see if he was irritated.

Zacharias.

A democracy who was relieved of his legs by the continuous friction held onto the lens table with both arms.

“Ha, ah · · · western · breakfast preparation · · ·. ”

“I think we're done here. ”

“Yes, yes? ”

“Looking at how wet you are, Wasn't it you? ”

“Ha, ha! Western!”

The excited democracy finally turned around and sat on its knees before me. Then, he shoves the object into his mouth without fail and shakes his head vigorously.

Squeeze squeeze! Squeeze!

‘Huhu. This is a democracy, after all. ’

I extinguished the steamed stew and steamed eggs placed in the lens on behalf of the democracy who started the oars in the kitchen.

“I can't stand your democracy. ”

After a long time of sucking, the democracy sighs.

“If you can't stand it. It's better to do it before you eat than after you eat. ”

I set the democracy straight and dragged it to the table.

The democratic table, which appeared to be a very solid material for six people.

“Get down on the boat. ”

Immediately, the democracy lay down on the table.

With the democracy on the table, I thought it was morning.

“Well, I'll eat well! ”

I deliberately threw a pleasant farm and plunged a large object between the legs of democracy.

Phew!

“Hak!”

“How's that? Tastes like morning sickness? ”

“Joe, good · · · ah, ah, west is the most frequent! ”

“Pretending to be naive is often the best. Don't you think you're being a little overprotective? ”

“Ah, ah, democracy is so naughty when you look at the West. ”

“Thank you, though. I couldn't eat well because I prepared breakfast like this. ”

“Ahh · · ·. I haven't set it up yet. ”

“Really? I thought this was an episode? ”

One hundred million!

Starting again, the firm wooden table was heavily twitching back and forth.

“Aaaah, aah! Mi, democracy, fill it up! ”

“With what? What's filling you up? ”

“Stop, Westerner! Fill me up frequently! ”

“Do you like it that much? The best in the world? ”

“Joe, great! West, you're the best in the world! Ah, ah! I love you, Western!”

One hundred million!

As soon as I threw it down and shook it, the signal came right away.

Since it was morning, I wanted to end with simple but powerful sex rather than various positions.

“Ugh, shuck! Cheap!”

“Please pee! I want my master's baby! ”

Wait, was there an 87% chance of getting pregnant? ’

It seemed to induce a pregnancy attack somehow, but it didn't matter. I can never get pregnant.

“Yuck! Cheap! ”

Voilà!

Starting in the morning, the sex at the table filled a hole in democracy with thick semen. Democracy shivered and shed semen for a long time.

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