Even though there was no intercourse, this thought suddenly popped up in my mind.
"...Is it too intense?"
The overly intense reaction caused the dragon to stop abruptly.
"Do you need me to readjust it?"
He looked somewhat embarrassed.
"No, no need."
"Just keep going."
Rita raised her head with difficulty, looking at the man who held Yulandel in his arms, breathing with difficulty.
——From his point of view, using the most intense feelings to eliminate the toxins and then changing the memory is the best option.
"Really don't need to...lower?"
The man hesitated.
But after nodding, he still raised his hand.
As the dark wind surged up again, everything in the body seemed to be engulfed by numbness and soreness.
Ahhh! ! ! !
The soul is about to roar like a wild beast.
This body did not consider at all whether such a huge amount of pleasure would melt its owner's brain.
The water absorbed by blood was almost rapidly converted into body fluids and flowed out from under the skirt.
Rita felt as if tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes.
She was sure.
If this part of memory is not deleted.
He is in his own world...
The role played is that of a man who makes himself bleed, moan, and plays with everything about him. This is the most profound mark in one's life.
If you still want to be able to establish a relationship with someone else as a partner, you must delete this memory! !
Otherwise, in the middle of the night, all I would think of would be his face!!
only--
Do I really want to pursue Yulandel?
Rita, with red eyes, looked into the man's eyes.
The color of those eyes was blue, the same as Yulandel's.
In a trance.
She seemed to see a blond knight sitting next to her.
And then--
The seductive song echoes in my ears.
That was the gentle sound of her beloved one, beneath the person she loved.
Yes.
It's no longer necessary.
She breathed heavily and looked at the man's face. His delicate features were full of desire.
[Calm down and don’t think about weird things]
In the brain.
The Stigmata issued a stern warning.
[You are very irrational now]
Not so long ago.
This holy mark still advises its host to embrace a dragon.
Yulande is good, of course.
However, the girl has not yet revealed any lesbian traits.
On the contrary, she seemed to have slept with Russell.
There is no doubt that its host and Yulandel have almost no fate as a partner.
——Giving up the possibility that is not meant for you and embracing the warmth that is right beside you is the rational choice.
However, Rita at that time scolded her.
——Hugging someone when you already have someone in your heart is really unfair to the person being hugged.
But at this moment, the status of the two has reversed.
[All actions taken under impulse are meaningless and will only bring disaster]
Stigma scolded Rita.
But, at this moment, the maid who always obeyed the Holy Mark turned a deaf ear to it.
She just looked at the man.
Theoretically, he has no connection with himself.
but--
My body is already full of his marks.
How could I possibly treat this man as an ordinary teammate?
The desire to be hugged.
Burning like a flame.
“Do you like my body?”
Extremely abrupt.
A direct, rough voice came from those cherry-like lips and entered Russell's ears.
Russell's hand holding the black crown trembled, and he looked at Rita with horror.
What is this guy talking about?
"Thinking about it carefully, I seem to have promised you a lot."
"But I don't think I will be able to stay by your side from now on."
She seemed to be smiling, and her smile was enchanting, with charm flowing between her eyebrows, like clouds dancing in the wind.
"After thinking about it, perhaps this is the only way to offset it a little."
The elegant and distinguished maid made an invitation that could not be more direct.
Ambiguous... no, direct temptation is before us.
Russell lost his ability to speak.
Rita.
One of the most beautiful women in the world.
If you are not tempted, then Nantong is harmed by the total combat power.
but--
Thinking of the project that had not yet been completed, he struggled to make a sound of refusal.
"Sorry, Kiana and Mei are still waiting for me."
Mei, is Kiana still there?
When the two girls' names were announced, the maid's expression froze.
She understands.
Those two girls were Russell's future wives and important people in his life.
He is a guy that I am far inferior to.
only--
I am not a good woman.
Her beautiful face suddenly took on a hint of ferocity.
The slender fingers passed across his chest, and Mianyang's sweater naturally broke into pieces.
"Tear--"
The flawless jade beauty and red agate appeared in the dragon's vision.
What a beautiful scene.
The dragons that had already retreated several steps seemed to have stopped in time and froze for a moment.
But the beauty was already half-kneeling on the ground, and like some kind of magical beast, she bit her belt and forcibly untied it.
"Lord Russell."
"Please leave me some traces of remembrance before I leave."
She raised her head, and in her red eyes, the moist desire rolled like waves, and seemed like a terrifying whirlpool.
Gantry.
Five o'clock in the morning.
The sky gradually began to lighten up.
A purple-haired girl in pajamas stood in front of the window, her head held high, a troubled look on her delicate face.
As Kiana's best friend.
Miss Mei's second personality forced herself to have sex with her best friend's fiancé in front of Kiana.
Her life fell into a cycle of alternating gloom and peace of mind.
In order to change this embarrassing situation.
I chose to stay in a hotel for one night with a girl named Kiana.
So that some guy can claim to be a lucky pervert, catch you changing clothes, taking a shower, etc., become lustful, and solve your identity problem.
to this end.
I am waiting here.
Mei Raiden looked at the sky.
The not-so-clear sky seemed to have become brighter.
The troubled look on her delicate little face became more and more obvious.
She couldn't help but log into the chat group.
"Hey, guys, do you want to guess how much alcohol I gave these two guys?"
In the group, Valon frantically posted photos of himself with an archaeologist and an old man from Hong Kong.
The archaeologist was holding a champagne glass and was surrounded by people toasting him. His face turned blue due to excessive alcohol consumption.
Treated the same as him.
There was also an old white man with a bright head like someone who studied mathematics.
Compared to the archaeologist, his demeanor seemed to be much better. Even though his face was the same color as his red neck, he still had the composure of a senior civil servant.
Drinking table culture.
