Solo Swordmaster

#606. is this love?

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Waves flowing slowly.

while running over it.

rocking

The scenery changes suddenly with a single small shaking.

Rocks instead of dense trees cover the riverside, and narrow rapids push the boat instead of the wide river.

The roof of the sailboat that traveled a distance of several kilometers along the space jumbled by the operation of the ancient spirits.

There, a little Indian girl was rolling around, looking up at the starry night sky.

Sleep is the only hobby.

Dozed off in the middle of the day.

It was quite unusual for a running repairman, who tends to fall asleep in the evening, to stay awake until midnight.

But she had no choice but to do so.

Even if I closed my eyes, I couldn’t sleep comfortably because I remembered the words I heard from Maia during the day.

[Don’t be vague, be straight.]

‘…Appreciation. I really don’t like that green bitch.’

On a subject that is not even the same group.

It’s as if she’s become a female boss.

Suri frowned as she ran thinking of Maia who had criticized her.

Even though she is indifferent to humans, even a dog will reveal it when its food bowl is touched.

Maia, who shot at Limon whenever she saw herself attached to him, couldn’t have liked it.

But…

‘Admit it. I’m ambiguous’

from day to now.

perched on the roof

Avoiding Limon and Maia.

Suryi reluctantly accepted the conclusion he had reached after thinking it through all the time.

The fact that she had no choice but to run away from Maia’s scolding in the first place was because she subconsciously knew that the point was true.

‘confession. I’m the right male teacher right now. But I don’t want to fight.’

until you achieve your dream.

she can never die

Even if it meant fighting Limon.

However, he certainly had a desire to spend a peaceful life with Limon if he could.

So Maia’s point is definitely correct.

…including anything else.

‘check. Should I become a male teacher’s mate?’

Clear as a spirit.

Thinking simply like a beast.

she’s never stupid

It’s like the fact that only one’s mate can become a sword master.

It was enough to understand just by listening to the conversation Maia and Limon had had so far.

In the first place, the reason she hadn’t tried to find a mate to breed with was because she instinctively sensed that fact.

In that sense.

Her mating candidates were decided from the beginning.

‘examine. I don’t like the other males very much.’

Blademaster Vlad?

flatly dislike

The male, who gave off that strangely unpleasant bloody smell, did not want to be in the same group, let alone as a mate.

Sword Gandhi?

I don’t like it because it’s reluctant.

He always has a gentle smile, but there is no love in that male’s eyes, although there is kindness in his eyes.

Black and Billy?

I hate it because it’s mean

Putting aside the fact that he killed himself during his lifetime, he did not like males who were different on the outside and different inside.

sword mine?

i just hate that

Reason and instinct tell us that regardless of our personal likes and dislikes, we are the kind that should never be paired up.

After excluding them one by one using the elimination method, Limon is the only remaining candidate.

And Limon…

‘…judgment. I don’t hate it if it’s a male teacher.’

Limon’s smell is not bad.

No, if I have to say it, it feels so good that I want to keep rubbing it.

Limon has affection.

If you become a partner, you will surely love her as well as your children.

Limon is the same in appearance and speed.

Sometimes he deliberately acts mean or mean, but he does not deceive himself.

Anyway, Limon is good.

Even if there is no other reason, just being by my side makes me feel comfortable.

and another one.

being stronger than anyone else.

For that one reason alone, he accepted the instincts he had cultivated as a beast.

In terms of likes and dislikes, it is a clear like.

Unlike before, I don’t like the smell of females mixed together, but it’s natural for the lead male to lead multiple females.

There was no reason to shy away.

All things considered, Limon is the best match.

He was such a good male that it would be rude to compare him with other sword masters.

Although there is a difficult task to solve the spell, if it is Limon, it will surely be able to do something about it.

Above all, the rationality he learned from the spirits convinced him.

If you become Limon’s mate.

that he will be happy

‘…question. Is this love?’

nevertheless.

Running repairs were troubled.

That there are no other options.

Even if there are options, I know that Limon is the best match.

However, is it really love to want to mate just because it seems to be the best and happiest when considering the conditions?

‘denial. Probably not.’

after deep thought.

she concluded.

Leaving a rich man behind and escaping love with a coachman.

Falling in love with a wandering gunslinger I met yesterday instead of a sweet young man I’ve known for a long time.

The people she saw in the past who fell in love, far from considering the conditions, neglected even happiness and ran to ruin.

that’s why i knew

obviously like it

I think it’s okay to be a pair.

That he doesn’t love Limon.

Of course, there may be people who say love if they can have children and live 50 minutes.

However, the long-cherished wish she had, at least as she returned from death, was not a love that only humans could know.

If you loved Limon.

When he smelled the smell of a female, he could also feel the human feeling of jealousy.

‘…unrest. After all, I might not be able to love.’

Running repairs thought.

He said that the reason why he ran away without saying a word against Maia might be because that ambiguousness was a word that pointed out her life itself.

born as a human

raised by spirits

Although raised as a beast.

don’t know humans

It’s not even a spirit.

Not even a beast.

Because everything was me, halfway halfway through.

so that.

she can’t love people

Even among primates, no one marries a monkey.

Just as there is no animal that mates with a toy doll just because it looks similar.

That must be why, let alone love, he couldn’t even go into heat with animals or spirits, let alone humans.

Still, she wanted love.

Because he wanted to make sure that he was the only one of his kind, and not a stranger thrown into this ‘false world’.

But what if that’s impossible?

What if you can’t achieve your dream in the end?

When the running repairman, who has lived a simple and free life all his life, is so rarely immersed in melancholy troubles.

jump.

The door of the house opens.

A white-haired man walks out.

I washed my face with both hands full of river water.

Splash Dive!

‘…?’

What kind of face wash is this in the middle of the night?

I forgot to worry about the sudden action and tilted my head while looking at Limon from the roof.

Limon turns around.

The moment our eyes met.

cringing

Every hair on the running eagle stood upright.

* * *

Sliding.

when the flesh gets tangled up.

Sweet ecstasy flowing out.

A slender waist shakes.

The legs that had lost their place to stay and trembled in the air were wrapped around him in search of a place to rely on.

The heat that gets stronger each time makes her more passionate.

But it’s not enough.

more.

still more

little bit more.

Even if you knead the soft skin, bite the firm flesh, and carve your traces in every nook and cranny from the inside to the outside.

In order to satisfy his deepening desire and monopoly desire in proportion to the heat that is getting hotter and hotter, he…

”

…”

waking up from sleep

Take a moment to look up at the ceiling.

Limon let out a deep sigh in the thick darkness without a single light.

‘Was it a dream.’

Little relief.

little regret.

and quite disappointing.

‘It must be that I’ve become too intemperate these days to dream of such a dream when I’m older.’

Limone got up from the bed, lamenting inwardly, and drank water from the crude wooden bucket next to him.

boom boom.

I wonder if my throat was very dry.

Only after there was not a single drop of water left, Limon put down the empty water bottle and closed his eyes again in regret and was about to fall asleep.

A subtle scent.

brushed the tip of his nose

Limon inadvertently turned his gaze to the scent, which seemed to be present or not, yet so enchanting.

“…”

Right after that.

Limon held his breath.

Under the moonlight seeping through the window.

On the other side of the bed, Maia is asleep, motionless like a corpse.

The slender curves that were revealed even through the five layers of outerwear tightly wrapped around the body.

The moment I saw the milky skin shining transparently under the moonlight.

It was because the scent, which had been subtle until just a moment ago, became intense as if it were about to explode, and even penetrated his instincts.

at the same time.

Emerging memories.

Li Qingyu’s slender body.

Rose’s white and clean skin.

Ainsha’s voice soaked in pleasure.

Even the body temperature that was as hot as Hasneti’s fire.

Perhaps because of a dream I had a while ago, the touch of a woman’s body came to mind especially vividly, and the intense pleasure I felt at that time.

And…

gulp.

…Thirst.

I emptied a bucket of water.

It seems like they have been wandering in the desert for over ten days.

He felt instinctively in the bottomless thirst that parched his throat.

The fact that this thirst is more fundamental than water can’t be satisfied, so it’s a pain that can’t be resisted.

Fortunately, the solution is right in front of you.

Even the sword master can’t stand it.

In that desire like hunger.

Looking with hungry eyes at the slender female body protecting herself with only five layers of outerwear, he got up from the bed and…

jumped.

I opened the door and went out and washed my face with cool water from the river.

Splash Dive!

once twice ten times.

No matter how many times you repeat it, your body heats up instead of cooling down.

In the meantime, Limon, feeling his gaze with a more sensitive sense than usual, looked back like lightning.

And saw.

as if surprised by something

Or seemed bewildered.

The figure of the ‘prey’ looking down on him from the roof of a boathouse, stiff as a stone.

Unlike the female body from a moment ago, it may not have a sweet scent, but it is enough to soothe the body that is inflamed right now.

before inadvertently reaching out.

aww

bite your tongue

Blood dripping from the mouth.

The heat leaked out through the gap, and in the mind that became clear for a moment.

Limon reached out to the shadow.

He put the violin, as black as chestnuts, on his shoulder, and without hesitation, he slid the bow over the strings.

And…

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeein!

Intense melody.

Tore the silence of the Amazon.

As if to vomit the boiling heat.

The melodies that rage like a storm are so fast and furious that it takes your breath away just by listening to them.

But is it luck out of misfortune?

from any moment.

The melody gradually subsides.

Little by little, Limon’s hands, which had been frantically playing the violin, regained their composure.

So, in the middle of the soft and calm sound flowing down the river as if soothing, so that the first intensity was unimaginable.

What came out was a cynical voice.

“That’s why I didn’t warn you.”

Stop playing for a long time.

Limon opened his eyes.

“I mean you don’t have that much time.”

“…yes, I guess.”

Is it because of the loud play?

Or did you wake up earlier?

A green-haired woman was standing with her back against the doorway, arms crossed, listening to Limon’s performance.

Maia said sharply.

“Either you’ll have to unseal the carving knife as soon as possible or find another alternative.”

“…”

“I can’t say for sure how long you will be able to survive with just the power of that violin, as long as your mastery of articulation is beyond the initial stage.”

If it is now, it is not too late.

However, when his infatuation reaches its final stage, the power of the Seven Arcs alone will not be able to stop it.

Looking at Maia who speaks coldly.

Limon could only nod his head with a heavy face.

…without realizing that the running eagle crouched on the roof was looking at him with a blank face he had never seen before.