Solo Swordmaster

#876. Master

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An artificial flower garden in full bloom.

on the bed in the middle.

she was being teased

The hem of the white dress, originally neatly arranged, was disturbed, revealing her slender legs.

Sliding over the white skin were long fingers.

slender calves.

soft popliteal.

The smooth inner thighs.

Stroking, scratching, tickling.

The hands that went up her legs were so delicate and stimulating that if she was a woman, she would have no choice but to twist her body.

But at this very moment.

The mood of the ecstatic caressed woman was disappointingly calm.

Closed eyelids finely.

A body that doesn’t even move.

Even a low, thin breath.

No matter where or how she is stimulated, her appearance, which does not show the proper reaction, is calm and peaceful.

She was so calm that I wondered if the doll would be more lively than the depth of sleep.

Still, he didn’t stop.

He only lowered her head as he hugged her deeper.

well done

bite the round ear lobe

Suck the nape of her white neck.

I put her lips on her beautiful collarbone.

As much as she passed his mouth like that.

The skin, which was originally transparent and clean, is gradually tinged with pink as red traces are gradually engraved.

Even though her body has not yet moved, it is evidence that she is clearly a living person, not a corpse or a doll.

But maybe that’s because I just couldn’t be satisfied with it?

As time goes by.

His touch became more passionate.

The way she covets her has also become stimulating.

Thus, the moment when Limon’s hand, which had been running up and down Anastasia’s graceful body, finally grasped her supple skin.

“…!”

―You wince.

The white woman’s body trembled.

Her hand that was teasing her stopped.

It wasn’t just because her body, which had been motionless until now, showed a proper response for the first time.

because she felt

Little by little, like water leaking out.

Something resonates deep within Anastasia’s body, where only her heart was barely beating due to the life force that flowed into him.

That her mighty aura had begun to wriggle within herself.

‘It’s finally time.’

Dragon Psionic.

That pure aura, like the source of all psionics, was resonating with the psionics of the silver dragon family that were in Anastasia’s blood through magic.

Limon, who began to open her mouth like that, indulged her more actively.

Seruk.

stroking the back

Interlacing her fingers.

biting her swollen skin.

The stronger the stimulus.

The psionic resonance becomes stronger.

Even the doll-like body came alive.

She quivered her eyelashes.

Letting out her thin breath.

As much as sweaty.

Limon devoted himself to lusting after Anastasia’s body with more fervor and fervor than he had ever had before.

Is it because of that sincerity?

when a long time has passed.

Anastasia’s heartbeat was incomparably clearer than before.

“after….”

Then stop his hand.

Limon slowly lowered his eyes.

A thin dress drenched in sweat and clinging to her skin, revealing her white flesh.

Slightly parted pink lips that were clearer than before but spewing out a bit of rapid breathing.

From the smooth skin to the handprints and tooth marks left all over the body.

Looking at the disciple, who lost her first innocent appearance and reveals the traces of being fooled by her.

He let out a wry smile.

because he knew

The fact that the reason Anastasia’s whole body is now covered in sweat isn’t just because of his hard work.

‘…I wouldn’t have needed this level of consideration.’

Scented candles all around.

The candle lighted the artificial flower garden softly, and each time it swayed, it flowed out little by little.

Mixed with the smell of all kinds of vapors, the sweet scent filled the large flower garden before I knew it.

It permeated Anastasia through her slightly parted lips, through her fine nose, and through the skin of her whole body, adding heat to her body.

The sword master’s resistance is superhuman.

Even the extreme reading doesn’t work.

An aphrodisiac that makes such a sword master drunk?

Considering how great it is, each of these scented candles has the same volume of gold…

No, it was like burning jewels.

Even more so in the fact that even he, who is invincible, feels the heat little by little from this thick scent.

Always cynical and pessimistic.

But in reality the most delicate.

For a while, he felt an indescribable bitterness at the consideration of the bride who gave him the ring for the first time.

after taking a deep breath.

Limon clenched his fists.

And right after he stretched out his hand.

Squeak.

The transparent dress clinging to Anastasia’s body, covered with sweat, was sticky and peeled off like a cicada’s skin.

pure white naked.

revealed its appearance.

Should I say Binggiokgol?

A slim body with no flab, as if carved from white jade.

The transparent skin that is not white enough to look all the more attractive because of the sweat soaking the whole body and the subtle blush.

From the light pink tip that trembles when exposed to the cold air, to the moist forest that shyly emerges between the two smoothly stretched pillars.

Its appearance is truly perfect.

without any flaws whatsoever.

Even the goddess of beauty would be jealous.

It was a look that would make any man unable to contain his lust just by lying quietly.

And even Limon was no exception.

Guilt and remorse hesitation.

However, at the end of looking at her naked body with eyes mixed with instinctive heat that could not be suppressed even if he tried to suppress it.

Undressing herself.

Riding on that white naked body.

Pulling her slender waist.

There was no need to hesitate or hesitate.

Because I already finished all my resolutions and preparations.

And so, the moment when Limon, who pulled Anastasia and put their bodies on top of each other, put his weight on top of her.

“Huh…!”

with a groan to go.

My eyelids are trembling.

The pure white naked body becomes stiff.

Her – her fiery heat pierced her.

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live a long life

Limon met many women.

As he was immortal and absolute, he rarely had deep relationships, but he never lacked women.

He couldn’t even count the experience if he counted the relationship of one night.

but this moment.

The complex emotions he was experiencing were something he had never experienced in his hundreds of years of long life.

Postmortem Anastasia.

Take me since you were a girl

A disciple who raised and taught himself.

It was not enough to feel this kind of emotion for such a disciple, and to take away her virginity without even realizing it.

I wouldn’t do any trash, and even calling him a bastard would make me feel sorry.

back.

“ha….”

nevertheless.

he didn’t stop

No he couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t just because this was the only way to save Anastasia and it was a ritual for healing.

The moment you become one with her.

A feeling that pierced your body like lightning.

It’s not as intense and stimulating as when you mix your body with the princesses who practiced the Great Law of Yin-Yang Joy.

But soft enough to melt.

Even though it sucks like a swamp.

Hot like lava.

Indeed, the pleasure that could only be said to be dizzy made him subconsciously dig deeper into her body with rough breathing.

Before being a disciple and a teacher.

One man and one woman.

As a sword master with an ideal body.

Her pleasure from the overlapping of her two perfections was twisting her body as well as him.

And in the stimuli that seemed to blow away his reason, Limon eventually put everything down and acted according to his instincts.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…”

every time you move your body.

The white woman flinched.

A thin moan leaks out.

Maybe it’s because he’s still unconscious.

Every time he is violated by his master, the reaction that pops out is vague, so it stimulates his desire all the more tantalizingly.

Was it like that?

Stop weighing him down.

He lifted one of her calves.

The gap between the slender legs like jade pillars widens, revealing the center more widely.

The moment when he bluntly revealed the most precious yet secret secret to her woman and dug deep into her again.

“…!”

Like a silverfish pierced by a harpoon.

Her thin waist curves.

Legs fluttered over his shoulders.

He wasn’t satisfied with her reaction, which had become clearer as he had dug deeper than before.

Even in the midst of this, he only made fun of Anastasia more wildly and intensely, as if scolding the eyelids that only trembled and did not open.

And that was just the beginning.

“Ah, ah…”

good job

Break the firm skin.

Suck your pink lips

It covets its breath and mixes its tongue.

Do you still feel that you are lacking?

A man who puts a limp naked body on his lap and mercilessly bounces on her waist.

Even in her unconscious state, a woman who forcibly confronts her with the pleasure of being pierced by an iron skewer and bounces her waist.

As I pressed down on her rounded shoulders, the slender woman’s body convulsed as if struck by lightning and slid her limp legs onto her bed.

Grabbing her hips like that.

She tugged at her waist again.

Or press and hold.

over and over again.

He coveted, raped, and humiliated her.

With all the experience and skills he has accumulated over hundreds of years, including the seven brides.

Limon knew.

This is no different from rape.

No, that’s even worse.

Even if she is unconscious, she has no choice but to accept the pleasure she inscribes into her mind and body without any resistance.

Now, Anastasia would be forever ruined, unable to welcome a partner other than herself.

But he didn’t stop.

her body and her mind.

from the tip of her toes to the tip of her head.

She was just completely devoted to dyeing herself in her own colors.

In order to fulfill her long-cherished wish that she wanted to achieve even as she was resurrected after cutting her fate that had no choice but to die.

And above all…

Her – to make her own disciple her own female.

The guilt of committing something worse than that of an animal, and the sense of immorality that is felt more intensely because of that.

Her desire for dominance to play with her non-resistance female body as she pleases like her doll and her longing to cherish and protect her all the more.

Above all, the innate instinct of all living things that long for the perfect mate and the deep affection buried in the distant past to bloom.

All in a tangled mess.

At the end of her wild covetousness.

Their senses are at their peak.

The moment she hugged her tightly.

“…Master.”

“…!”

Pure white pleasure explodes.

Creepy goosebumps.

stiff body.

At the end of the silence that was as short as an instant and as long as eternity.

Limon slowly raised a hand and ran a hand through her hair that covered her face.

Eyelids still tightly closed.

Limbs limp and limp.

The shaking as if struck by lightning and the faintly vomited voice at the last moment seemed to be all dreams.

Originally as pure as snow.

But now bruises and teeth marks.

And the sticky white turbidity on her body was revealed.

Nevertheless, whether it is joy or sadness contained in a drop of dew flowing around her still beautiful eyes.

Limon did not think deeply.

just subtly.

kiss her eyes

I just took the joy and the sadness and swallowed it.

and….

“Haha…!”

turn her body over

while laying down on the bed.

I hugged her, her delicate body.

Poking into her from behind her back.

As a male before being a teacher.

He forgot everything and indulged his eighth bride.