The World of Masks

Boom!

It's a powerful force, but it's incredibly strong as it gets to the weight of the sword with gravity's help. Kloer puts his sword at an angle and desperately tries to use it. But I couldn't resist this attack. The bridge falters and the defenses fall completely down. Jack raises his sword again and slaps it down like an axe.

Kuang!

"Tsk!!"

Chloe collapses screaming. I finally missed the sword. The bounced sword spins far and wide, and sticks it to the ground.

The skeleton restarts behind Jack as he approaches. As if trying to save Chloe, one swings his weapon at Jack's neck and the other at his waist. Jack turns his left arm axially, bending his waist and leaning his torso to the side. You raise your sword from the ground up.

Kang!

The weapons of the Skeleton strike Jack's sword rise into the air as a whole. Jack flicks his sword and smashes Skeleton's head vigorously. At the same time, you crushed Skeleton's head with your feet, which was two cavities earlier, but still alive, swinging an arm at Jack from the ground.

Pussy!

The skull cracks and the skeleton sags. Jack turns his head to Chloe. You see her running, scrambling for the sword.

Phew!

"Aah!"

I kicked my back without hesitation. Cloak tumbles forward. Jack slaps the adjoining skeletons like flies to protect Chloe and approaches her side. The grunting, as if not shocked, stabs Chloe in the leg.

"Gaaaah!"

A wide scream echoes across the snowy plain. Red blood splattered over the pile of white snow. The contrast of that vivid color made me feel even the depths of art that did not match the situation. The blood that ricocheted out of the snowy void immediately flowed into the warm body was emitting a faint burst of hot vapor.

Ah, that dazzling color! The sound of the scream flickering through your ears. The voice of a woman struggling with pain was truly the best.

Jack hands his legs and swings his sword back at Chloe, who is rolling around. This time it was an arm.

Qajik!

The heavy armor interferes, but the Dark Knight's sword and Jack's stats ignore the armor's defenses. The spiky metal armor is torn like a mop, and the white skin crumbles.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"

"Huh?

Jack tilts his head. You hear strange noises in your ears as you are intoxicated by the flesh-cutting sensation in your fingertips. Obviously, it was a scream from the enemy in front of us, but...

I think something's mixed up. '

Jack stares at the enemies lying around in front of him. It was definitely a luscious scream, but it was different from normal screams.

'It's like there's a mixture of voices.'

I looked at the side of her face. A black helmet, resembling the devil's face, hides its face. I didn't have a clue what he was looking at. But in spite of that, Jack pulls out his knife to pick up his next knife. After hitting another skeleton, you aim the knife at your side.

"Gaaaah!"

You hear a scream from behind you. It was the scream of a familiar voice. Jack turns his head. You see Callie surrounded by enemy skeletons.

'Tsk, that's a skeleton difference.'

Obviously, when we first met, the two groups of skeletons were the same number. But all the skeletons you see are people pointing their swords at Callie and Jack. The skeletons on their side have only three or four survivors protecting their owners around Callie. It collapsed soon enough to make Callie a target of intense attack. Jack looks at Chloe with a pity. I thought about it and wanted to torture him for as long as I could, but it seemed impossible. I couldn't leave Callie alone, and judging by the hostile skeleton's movements, the moment I stepped back, I could barely see myself holding him up.

'There's nothing I can do. I can't just let you go.'

Jack raises his sword. I swung my sword very naturally, like cutting food.

Screaming!

I cut through the esophagus, cervical spine, and muscles too easily. Chloe's head rolls over the surface of the deluge.

Jack turns to look at Kloe, who has become a corpse. I can see Callie's skeleton in action as far back as two. Although death in a masked world cannot be ruled out as death in reality, the possibility of shock cannot be easily discarded. Jack rushes in to save his slave.

* * *

"Huff, huff!"

Sophie jumps to her feet. The blanket that was covering my body fell off the bed and fell to the floor. I touched my neck in a hurry. I felt a smooth skin. I couldn't feel the cold blade from anywhere I dug in. There was no blood.

I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead. I looked around. Darkness descends upon application, revealing a ripe room. Only a few instruments are communicating their existence with a small light, and the rest are locked in silence.

Fluffy!

I lie down again. A fluffy bed and pillow supported me. I hugged myself with my arms.

'My tremors won't stop.'

He hits his teeth. I tucked myself in a blanket and bent as far as I could. Lift your knees to your chest and bend your lower back. The heat seemed to continue to seep into the warm duvet.

'I'm scared.'

Fear. It was literally a fear of death. My body trembles. That feeling, that pain, that fear, came back to life. Pain and fear I really don't want to suffer again. However, there was a feeling in it that was mild, but clearly radiating its existence.

Pleasure, that was it.

Move your hands to the groin. It was drenched. Maybe he peed in fear. But it wasn't. It was more obscene than that.

I put my hand down my pants. Like a pair of pants, the wet underwear was wetted to the side and fingers were placed into the vagina. The cave was soaking wet.

"Archaeology!"

A scream burst out immediately. I continued to move my finger in the aftermath of death. I keep thinking about my head. The pain of that moment, the screams of that moment, the senses of that moment, the horrors of that moment. I don't want to think. But I wanted to think at the same time. Exciting thrills come from your back as your enemy's foot kicks you. When the knife was in the leg, fluid flowed from the vagina, and when it was in the arm, it was like the brain was melting.

Sophie moves her fingers vigorously. The body was still trembling with the aftermath of death, but this excitement had to settle down before that.

It was only after a long time that Sophie was able to calm her excitement.

"Ha!"

I sigh and look up at the ceiling. A pupil that is accustomed to faint light contains a dark-colored ceiling. Reached out to the godfather and recovered the pleasure that flowed through the whole body. The damp sheets of the bed touched my nerves, but I was able to endure it. I painted the crescent moon with the tail of my eyes, thinking of a nurse who would wear a sheet while blushing her face tomorrow.

"Oh, shame on you. '

I put my hand on my cheek and cooked it. I got up in that state. I still felt like I was drowning in the sea of pleasure. Obviously, death brought extreme pain and horror. But it brought Sophie a higher level of pleasure, perhaps more.

'You must be addicted.'

I refused to die because I was afraid of this. No matter how much you enjoy the pain, the danger of shock follows. However, if you are addicted to the pleasures of death and only pursue death, something truly irreversible will happen.

'I couldn't help it this time. Yeah, yeah. We don't have to do that next time. Even a country isn't foolish enough to chase death.'

Justify this death and desperately wear yourself out. I just had no choice this time, and I wouldn't have pursued death as part of it if it weren't for this situation. I made an oath that I couldn't believe, and I recalled my earlier thoughts.

'But I've never died like this.'

He died of insubordination, waiting like a worm. I think of the man who killed himself. The armor that appeared to be meaningful between the thick clothes was black like its own. It was similar to being in the form of a demon. It looked like a dark knight I had only heard the words of.

'Who, him?'

Monsters have died several times, but never by humans.

Is it NPC or Player? '

The first human to kill himself. I couldn't help but get interested.

"Hmmm."

When I thought about it, my groin froze again. Thinking of the human who killed her, Sophie takes her hand back to her lower abdomen.

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