Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Well, I think it's been a strange time."

Brunhilde twists her neck as she looks down at me lying on her back on the bed naked.

"Fair enough. Take it off. Be polite."

Brunhilde royally stands on the bed like he crosses my head.

The black long skirt hem covered his face and he could see black underwear and bright white thighs as well.

I lift my hand as I fall asleep and slowly stroke up my calf to thigh.

"Excellent skin with no blemishes, no sawdust... seems to be stroking white silk"

When Brunhilde says, 'Take off your clothes', this is how I get in a bad mood if I don't take it off with admiration and polite caress. If I pull my skirt down all at once, they can grab my roots and beat me to the floor.

I go further and put my hand on Brunhilde's underwear and once I stop moving, I look up at her face.

"Mmm."

Brunhilde gently lifts one leg with a clear face.

She closed her eyes satisfactorily as I tilted her head and kissed her fingertips lightly.

Looks like I got an O.K.

Insert your finger between your cold skin and your black lace underwear and slowly unload it.

Brunhilde's appearance is twelve or three girls.

The buttocks were also small enough to look good, and the underwear slipped out without snagging.

Forbidden places are exposed in the thin darkness of the skirt.

"It's always tight. If I look closely, I feel guilty."

Her groin can only feel her skin even if it is gently rubbed.

I'm not shaving, I'm not growing. It is an old body that should not yet know a man.

Of course when I say that to my mouth, I can still beat it to the floor, so I'll just think of it with my heart.

"Every time it's rough, it's what I often say."

Gently mouth the hairless crack and slightly above it, take your arms out of your skirt and remove the hips clasp.

Brunhilde, whose skirt falls and is naked only in her lower body, pokes me in the forehead and then sits in bed long live.

Untie your back and let the dress take off, strap off your shoulders and drop the inner as well.

Her upper body, like her thighs, is white by the time she is morbid, and her skin is silky smooth.

No spots, no black children, the accent is just slightly longitudinal hesos and slightly swollen breasts, nipples about the color between peach and skin tone at its apex.

All of Brunhilde's young nudity was exposed.

She crosses my chest and holds still for a few seconds with her arms up to attract her torso.

I have no doubt about its beauty but it is too immature to be called a beauty. I'm a little too young to say beautiful girl.

But tricks and expressions are luscious things that completely contradict their appearance.

"Naturally. I think my concubine will live for hundreds of years.... If it's about three years from now, I'll swell up a little more and give you what you prefer... nothing!

Is Brunhilde a blindfold, sliding back and leaning his mouth against my groin?

And I opened my little mouth with a glass of eyes and tried to open the meat stick...

"- Smells!! You're not washing properly!

"It can't be."

Is it because I was having intercourse with Monica until just before?

No, that's the usual.

"On the contrary, Monica and I had no problems, so it couldn't smell so bad."

So I think of one thing.

Me and Monica crossed the sewer and confronted demons like stinky chunks.

It is completely mahy, such as smell, and I don't feel a bit or a gentle smell.

"I took a bath, but I couldn't take off my armor because I cared about my eyes... you couldn't even wash your steamy groin with sweat"

"- Were you not there? Not really!! Can you give me such a dirty thing! Wash it right up!

Brunhilde is right, of course.

But this is just a private house, and naturally there is no bath, and the wells are common, so there's no reason to go outside and wash them.

"Ku...... what an end. You've come this far to keep it."

I look at Brunhilde with a gaze.

Don't look at me like that.

Brunhilde facing Puy and the day after tomorrow.

I pack a lot of distance and turn a sweet gaze.

"How can you not?

"A concubine is if the world is - how can that be a filthy thing to do and hang around!

I can hold my head down.

I can't pretend as soon as possible. My groin is about to explode.

I embrace Brunhilde's thin, white thighs.

"My groin is about to be ripped off, sister... please... I want to put it in my sister's beautiful mouth"

"What are you white- eh, not the one who can't help it! Sit in bed!

Brunhilde sits me down as he steps on the estate, and himself sits between my legs.

I really can't get her head up.

Mouth service began.

"Mmmm...... ku yes"

A black and ugly meat stick creeps into Brunhilde's thin lips.

My little mouth widens my eyes and my cheeks swell with meat bars.

Beautiful blonde hair, jewel-like red eyes, immature limbs and a noble atmosphere incompatible with it.

A vampire princess who gets thrown off with one arm like me, such a hell of a girlfriend - shaving one of my stinks.

"Grr!!

One thing swells with impassioned thoughts and Brunhilde groans.

And the gaze of condemnation and anger comes upwards.

Falsification can unnecessarily damage your mood. Honesty is best here.

"I'm sorry. I can't stop feeling excited when I think I'm shaving a stinking thing at my beautiful, noble sister."

To be honest, emphasizing my sister, Brunhilde makes her service more intense, even though she has a complex face.

"Mmm..."

Take my hand and put it on your own head.

You would say you could grab your head and shake your hips.

"Thank you, sister!

I don't hesitate to grab my head and push my hips up.

"Gu!!

The tip of the meat bar enters deeper into the body as it rubs the back of the throat.

Every time I look into it, Brunhilde's throat swells wide.

This must be my meat stick thicker than her trachea, esophagus, and pushing it wider.

Human beings would choke to do this.

But Brunhilde's breath doesn't look painful, though he is slammed in the throat.

Don't vampires need to breathe in the first place?

I shake my hips and move the meat stick hard.

The tip rubs on the back of the throat, the throat movement that can be peeled stimulates the whole thing, and the vampire's unique canine teeth snap onto the pole and turn into pleasure.

"I'm coming out!! Get pregnant with your stomach Brunhilde!!

I hold my hand around the back of Brunhilde's head.

The meat stick enters the roots and starts cramping when it bubbles.

But the next moment, I was spinning nicely and falling out of my head in bed.

The excitement cools in an instant.

I did it, I overdid it.

"Geho geho"

Brunhilde slowly rises up coughing.

I didn't know what I was doing, trying to pour seeds in with my head without consent after forcing the stinking thing to shave.

"What's the excuse - is it ugly?"

Sleep on the big letters.

"Please don't crush the balls if you can. I still want to make a baby."

It was at the same time that Brunhilde jumped on top of me when I was ready to say that.

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Meanwhile, back then, between the thrones,

"Is that scumbag man something I'm going to hold you again! I can't believe I scream other women's names on people's bellies - my bowels are going to boil back just to remember! I thought you were a manly person...... regret...... gusung"

Monica runs mops all over the floor to distract the humiliation as she rinses her nose with Gusgus.

"We need to clean this place up quickly for His Majesty's sake. Oh, yes."

Monica holds a wooden version prepared outside the room by the side.

"What were the forefathers thinking about digging a hole directly under the throne? Besides, there are many suspicious demons in the basement… I will order the stone maker later to block them tightly, even if I have to hit them on the board."

Monica plugs in the grasping stick and moves the heavy throne with the power of the harpoon.

An empty loophole underneath - to block that path, which is now just dangerous.

"Ugh heavy...... that man, well lifted stuff like this from the bottom...... no you were throwing it away. What rigidity is it? Uh-oh. - Yeah, do it!

The throne moves, and the holes are exposed.

But there was a shadow in it.

"No way a demon!?

Monica tries to scream in a hurry, but the shadow makes a fine voice fluttering and shaking.

"Ah... ah... light... people... outside..."

"Oh, you, Mr. Christoph!? Do what? Ah."

Monica remembers following her memories.

We broke into the royal palace from under the throne by destroying a vicious demon.

Wasn't this man there then?

With that said, I also remembered him fainting like he was in a last minute battle.

And after we broke into the royal palace, we put the jumped throne back in its original position in order to delay discovery...

"Are you sure you've been in the basement all this time?

"Mouse Scary... Barefoot Pain... Darkness... Eyes... Glowing Eyes"

Christoph hugs Fluffy and Monica as he climbs through the ladder.

Monica didn't feel comfortable rejecting Christophe, who would come hugging her to surprise her for a moment.

"Uh... I'm relieved now. Let's take a bath, have dinner, and sleep in a warm futon."

"Rice... Bath... Mom..."

Christoph buries his face in Monica's chest.

"Hey, hey... you're a man when you look closely.... Hmm."

A picture of a hateful muscle man floats behind Monica's brain.

"Oh, let me remind you!

Monica grinned as she hugged and stroked Christoph's head, trembling.