Solo Swordmaster

#Side Story 36. Trampled fate, blooming flower (10)

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The moment that overlapped with that.

What hit her was pain.

Even Joan of Arc, who suffered all kinds of injuries such as cuts, stabs, and bites during her long life, had never felt the pain of her body being torn apart.

But what is really painful is not the pain.

‘Ah…’

Because of faith.

And for him.

The sense of loss and guilt at having lost the innocence I had maintained my entire life causes a single tear to form at the end of my eyelashes.

“Ugh.”

That might be why.

Limon starts to move.

The reason why the deepening pain, like opening a wound with a heated iron skewer, actually feels reassuring.

This is the punishment you deserve.

When I think of it as the price of being hugged by someone else to forget my feelings for him, I feel like my guilt is washed away just a little.

As if it were a confession.

But…

wiggle.

“Huh?!?!”

Plopping it down.

My body shook of its own accord.

The moment I suddenly felt weak, as if the pain had melted away.

Instead, a completely different kind of heat radiating from my lower abdomen made my body bounce up without my knowledge.

The feeling of pleasure.

―Yin-Yang Happiness Great Law.

Be reborn as the Dragon King of Swords.

Interacting with the princesses countless times.

I also learned Limon naturally.

The vision of the Green Dragon Clan, created to allow one to experience all the pleasures of parallel life in just one night, turns the entire body into a ball of fire.

“Wait a minute, teacher, this is… haha!”

Can not be done.

It shouldn’t be like this.

You must suffer more.

But he doesn’t stop.

I grabbed my clasped hands tightly and held them in place to prevent them from escaping.

It just dug deeper into her.

Kuuk.

“Huh huh haha…!”

A spark flies in my head.

My vision turns pure white.

My limbs are twitching.

My heavy breathing naturally becomes hot.

The pleasure, too intense for a virgin who had been pure until a moment ago, struck her brain like a thunderbolt and heated up her body.

Eyelashes that were stained with sadness and tears are overlaid with tears of pleasure and joy.

Drops of sweat flow down the smooth skin, and whenever their bodies mix, an obscene squelching sound resounds.

No matter how much you resist.

No matter how much you reject it.

The increasingly stronger heat fills and dominates the body, igniting the will to resist.

Every time he digs into you, you automatically give strength to your body and feel the heat digging inside you even hotter and more vividly.

A pleasure that makes you feel like you’re going crazy.

A confused and disorganized mind.

A body that reacts as it pleases.

The moment when I couldn’t bear the stimulation and my back bounced up.

“Tsk…!”

Crackling.

As if he expected it.

Before I knew it, my buttocks, which were slightly floating in the air, touched the floor, and before I knew it, a strong hand was holding them up.

And in response, another hand, holding one ankle, pulls the slender leg straight and throws it over his shoulder.

“…!”

The heat in my stomach dug deeper as my body was forced to turn.

With only one leg raised high and turned to the side, the inner skin was exposed so blatantly.

Seeing yourself like that makes you feel ashamed all over again, even in your head that was confused by pleasure.

But I’m doing well.

The stimulation of biting your ankle is intense.

The pleasure that comes from the heat that ravages you more and more intensely fills your body and mind.

Instead of resisting or covering her body with her already free hands, she just grabs the nun’s robe underneath and gasps.

The moment she tilted her head back, unable to bear the deepening pleasure.

Pajik!

“Huh!?”

From thighs to lower back.

The sparks that bounce off the dawn-colored tattoo engraved on the white skin become pure white lightning and pierce the mind.

Every time he digs in.

The spark gets stronger.

The pleasure also deepens.

As if the light of the tattoo sympathizes with the pleasure he gives.

In this hellish vicious cycle where pleasure and light endlessly strengthen each other.

My brain is consumed with pleasure.

My soul is filled with joy.

My ego is collapsing.

What comes to mind is memory.

What is engraved is emotion.

Sadness and regret melt away, and

instead, joy fills the heart.

The self is broken, broken, and twisted.

But she did not resist that pleasure.

‘…ah.’

Just finally realizing it.

With a faint smile.

I just accepted everything.

So she shed another tear and gave up resisting the pleasure he gave her.

The moment when the peak was finally reached.

“Huh…!”

The thin waist is curved.

My two slender legs became stiff.

As her vision turned white…

a pure white pleasure exploded from deep within her body, engulfing everything.

…….

….

and.

Time passed.

Result of receiving a violent shock.

A temporary bed with one leg broken.

Lying on top of it was a slender female body.

Arms and legs hanging limply.

Skin full of red marks.

Even the eyes are blurry and out of focus.

Her naked body, with her inner skin completely exposed, is so beautiful that even though it is covered in sweat… or rather, it stimulates the male’s desire even more.

Even more so in the fact that traces of desire mixed with sweat were flowing from between her gently parted legs.

Knock.

Along the smooth thighs.

Flowing down my soft ass.

Even the nun’s clothes underneath were soaked.

Even the faded Rosario turns white.

Limon looked bitter as he looked at the evidence that he had violated and defiled her over and over again.

No matter how much she wanted it to happen and it was for her own good, she couldn’t feel comfortable hugging her student who lost his loved one.

That’s why the single teardrop still forming at the end of the eyelashes looked particularly sad.

So be quiet.

He stretched out one hand.

It was when I wiped away her tears with my fingers.

“Can I ask you one thing…?”

quietly.

The voice that came out.

To Limon, who had just come to his senses after suffering repeated orgasms, was stopped by a voice that was so calm.

She asked softly.

“Did you love me too, teacher?”

“…Didn’t I say that I am not the teacher you know?”

“Oh, by the way… I asked the wrong question.”

Sniffling.

She slowly got up.

So, I looked at him at the same eye level as he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

He smiled brightly.

“Just as the teacher in this world loved me but couldn’t tell me, did ‘Rimor’ actually like his pretty older sister who gave him potatoes?”

“…!”

That moment.

Limon stiffened.

A name that the Joan of Arc of this world would not know.

And the deep joy and joy seen in blue eyes that seemed lonely and sad until they were hugged.

More than anything.

That familiar smile.

It made him open his mouth without realizing it.

“…glass?”

Sreuk.

But the words are cut off.

Before I knew it, the soft texture had me covering my mouth.

Unlike before, where I only felt sadness and accepted it one-sidedly when he overlapped.

What is felt in a kiss that is so soft, sweet, and warm, with tongues intertwined, is deep and sticky affection.

And her actions didn’t end with just a kiss.

Tuk.

Gently.

A hand pushing his shoulder.

Because I was confused in many ways, I parted my lips with Limon, who was pushed and fell on the bed.

So naturally.

She got on top of him.

Put both knees around his waist.

Support his thighs with your white feet.

With a slender hand on his chest.

She pressed her already sticky, wet flower petals onto his desire that had heated up again through the kiss.

The moment she lowered herself.

Phew.

“Ha!” “Sssssssssssssssssssssssy

waist.

”

The thin neck is tilted back.

While hot breath wets the air.

He let out a short groan without realizing it.

I’ve already violated and defiled it so many times that I’ve gotten used to it… no, I thought I’d gotten used to it.

Even though I was so immersed in pleasure, I couldn’t let go of any fear and rejection until the end.

But now, his instincts were being stimulated by his perfect body, which accepted him on its own and wrapped around his desire in an ever more sticky and passionate way.

As if serving with joy at finally meeting the mate you have been waiting for for so long.

“You…”

Sreuk.

So go beyond intuition.

Now I open my mouth with confidence.

No, what was gently placed on his lips as he tried to open them was a long, thin finger.

“We’ll talk later.”

“….”

“I want to fully enjoy this miracle that I didn’t even expect.”

Kuuk.

The Great Law of Yin-Yang Happiness has already stopped.

It seems like the sword master’s perfect body has already learned the pleasure after just touching it a few times.

As if I were absorbing his desire by putting my weight on my body, I accepted it even deeper inside myself and

felt a hot and sticky pleasure as much as when I was suffering from the Yin-Yang Hwanhee Law… no, even more than that, and I made him feel it too.

She grinned.

“So now I… “No, would you love ‘us’?”

“….”

Limon, who was looking at his favorite student with complicated eyes, eventually did not open his mouth anymore.

Instead, he just quietly stretched out his hand and grabbed her slender waist.

And…

Squeak!

“Huh?!”

The bed is shaking.

Penetrates the body at once.

So hot and hard.

She felt dizzy from his desire that was crushing even her internal organs.

Even more so because he had once again brought about the Yin-Yang Happiness Great Technique, and the pleasure that was already intense was explosively amplified.

Still, she doesn’t shy away.

I wasn’t swallowed up by pleasure.

Rather, she just shook her hips to accept him more deeply and stimulate his desire.

…Like a witch who sacrifices a pure saint as a living sacrifice, but when it’s not enough, she takes off her clothes and tempts a greedy dragon.

Even though it’s bewitching.

Sweet and sweet.

Fondly.

“Haha yeah ugh.”

It doesn’t mean that the sadness has disappeared.

Longing and sadness remain.

It was just more joy.

So, while still feeling guilty and lost about pleasure.

I actually feel deeper pleasure from that sense of immorality and fulfillment.

Continue to mix with him.

My body stiffened and convulsed before collapsing onto his chest.

After kissing him again, he hugged his head and struggled, biting the bulging skin.

Instead of the broken bed, I put my arms on the wall and kept my toes straight every time he dug in from behind.

With her soft tongue and pink lips, she sweeps away his desire that has become so dirty because of her.

Sit on his lap and wrap your slender legs around his waist.

Scratching my back with my fingernails.

Take a bite out of your shoulder.

Engraving traces on his body as numerous and clear as the traces he left on his own pure body.

Just like that…

across the world.

Transcending life and death.

Even treading on fate.

The disciple, who could not confess his feelings to his teacher even after death, finally achieved his regret.

A woman who lost her lover forgot the past and met a new partner.