episode_0092

‘If I’m going to do this, I need to research it properly.’

That was the reason why I finally returned to reality. If the Internet had been fine, I would have just looked for it in the world of hypnosis academy, but unfortunately, the Internet in the world of hypnosis academy has long since disappeared along with the phone. Because there was no internet, it was impossible to find the information I wanted.

Of course, there are still places like books, which have been a means of recording information that mankind has used since ancient times, and places like libraries where such books are gathered, but honestly, isn’t it a bit weird to look for books on how to have anal sex in places like libraries? .

So, I chose to return to a reality where the Internet was alive and well, but I ran into difficulties from the start. From my perspective, I had no choice but to do so because I turned on the computer and opened the search bar, but I couldn’t think of what to write in there.

In this case, what should I search for?

How to have anal sex? How to do anal training?

After contemplating between the two, I wrote down the one that came to mind later in the search box. And then I just press enter.

“···There are a lot.”

A huge amount of search results appeared before my eyes, to the point that I felt slightly dizzy.

No, it looks like only Korean search results came up, but there are still so many…? Was anal sex actually a popular choice? Was the person standing upside down all this while just having regular pussy sex?

For a moment, I felt as if my common sense was literally collapsing, but I shook my head vigorously to gather my senses. After re-arming my mind, I began to read the records of our ancestors that were spread out before my eyes.

‘Hmm, I see…’

The act of making someone endure while holding an enema has this effect…

By controlling one of the desires that humans naturally have, an act that is originally close to medical practice is recognized as ‘assistant teaching.’

I didn’t have high expectations as this wasn’t an officially recognized discipline and we were all amateurs after all. From the first post, I could sense a great deal of philosophy and experience. If there were a discipline called anal studies or anal sex studies, wouldn’t the level of the person who wrote this article be at least a doctoral level?

It was a piece of writing that had such tremendous depth. Thanks to this, I was able to get a few useful tips that I would never have thought of.

For example, the woman who was the subject of the training was asked to masturbate anally.

It is said that it is a method of making the training subject insert something into the butt hole, thereby lowering psychological aversion and resistance to anal and at the same time increasing anal sexual sensation.

It is said that the effect is doubled if you add the play of dirty words… I don’t know anything else, but I felt like I definitely needed to try this at least once.

A blond, arrogant student council president who pokes his butt hole with something like a finger and says with a face drenched in humiliation and shame, ‘I’m a perverted bitch who feels like a dirty hole even though I’m a virgin.’

I really can’t stand that.

‘by the way···.’

There are a lot of articles recommending tools.

In particular, there were many articles saying that it was better to have a variety of types of anal plugs. It is said that it is best in the long run to stock them by size and then start small and gradually increase the size depending on how much the training progresses.

It seemed like it smelled a bit viral, but I decided to buy it without thinking too much about it.

However, since you don’t have time to leisurely wait for the delivery to arrive, it would be better to go and buy it in person instead of ordering it online. If you order online, it will take at least two days for it to arrive even if you order right away.

Perhaps… the adult toy store that I visited with Rahee before would also handle that kind of thing. At first glance, it looked like they were handling a variety of items.

I immediately picked up my car keys. Putting everything else aside, I took my car keys first, then got into the guy who was waiting for me quietly in the studio parking lot and headed towards Rahee’s house.

Wooo!

It was in the midst of this that the cell phone, which had been roughly thrown on the passenger seat, started making a noise like a swarm of bees in a home invasion.

“What is it, punishment.”

Is this Rahee’s senior year?

At first, I thought it was because of the sudden vibrating sound. That’s because there was no one other than Rahee who would suddenly contact me like this. So, at first, I thought Rahee was going to make a fuss again…

At some point, I realized it. Things are going strangely.

Even though it wasn’t the time of day when traffic would be congested, the road was full of cars. As if there had been an accident nearby.

That’s not all.

People who were driving their cars in good condition just a moment ago suddenly jump out of the car and run away as if they had heard that a bomb was planted in your car…

The moment I reflexively parked my car on the side of the road, what caught my eye was a foreign yet familiar landscape.

Of course, you will get used to it.

This is a scene I saw every weekend for practical training.

In the beginning, it was called by various names such as gate or crack, but now it is a ‘door’ that leads to an unprecedented space that has been completely named dungeon.

Something like that was sitting right in the middle of the road.

A scene that was all too familiar to me, except that I couldn’t see any soldiers armed with guns standing on guard duty.

Nevertheless, the reason I first got the feeling that it was ‘different’ was because the colors were different.

The place I used to visit every Saturday was as deep blue as the sea. It was like that for everyone, without a single exception.

In comparison, the thing I was seeing right now… was red like blood.

And only once in my life have I seen a dungeon with similar colors. There was a time when if you stopped by the local office and took out a copy of your resident registration, there were three names on it instead of one.

‘···Dungeon break? In a dungeon that looks like it was just created at first glance?’

dungeon Break,

A phenomenon in which a dungeon that has reached its capacity limit emits monsters out of the dungeon.

A phenomenon that had once dealt a crushing blow to humanity was now about to unfold before our eyes.

Just like that day 12 years ago.

Was it because that was what came to mind? The hand that was holding the steering wheel gained strength of its own.

Kwasik!

“F! Oh my, shit…!”

It was right after that that the thing made of leather, reinforced plastic, and steel crumpled like an aluminum can with a strange sound.

Did the handle get crumpled and something like a piece of it stabbed my palm? There was a stinging pain and drops of blood dripped from the hand that was being held. It was almost at the same time that something that was a darker red than that started spitting out something grey-white.

A head that was excessively large compared to its scrawny body, and even flapped wings that reminded me of a bat sticking out of its back.

The guy, known by the association as ‘Stitch’ and among hunters as ‘Daegal Bat’, lay flat on his stomach and fluttered like a newborn baby bird. Then, it began to start the engine, twitching its bat-like wings.

I got out of the car quietly.

“Ugh…! Ha, students are dangerous! There’s a dungeon over there…!”

“It’s okay.”

With an urgent voice, I pulled out a sword from my inventory, leaving behind the kind-hearted woman who was holding me back.

It was something closer to the mass-produced product that Rahee had gotten me, rather than something I normally use, but it didn’t matter. It’s a sword, you just have to sharpen it well.

Are they looking for prey?

Bright yellow eyes, as big as a head, rolled around until they finally reached me. It was after that that it began to flap its wings and fly.

Has he branded me as his first prey?

Something that could be called a smile appeared on a face that felt even more hideous with wrinkles. It was a smile filled with pure malice, without any hint of kindness.

After doing that, I ‘jumped’ towards the flying guy.

Just as Jo-In, who taught me how to do Gyeonggong, always emphasized, I hit a place called Yongcheonhyeol with a lot of energy and jumped up using a car parked nearby as a stepping stone.

I felt as if the thing that was firmly supporting my foot was giving in. As it climbed up my leg, the figure of the bastard got closer in an instant.

Was he momentarily embarrassed that the guy who, unlike him, had no wings, caught up with him in an instant? He tried to spread the distance by hastily flapping his wings in the opposite direction, but…

Kkkk!

If I relaxed my wrist and swung roughly, it was much faster to split the wing ridge.

The guy who lost one of his wings fell like Icarus onto a car parked nearby.

Kwajak!

So the sword dance began in earnest.

‘Anyway, the one that just got smashed looked like a Mach Bach… I guess the association will compensate the car owner?’

Oh, I don’t know.

Are you really going to ask me to compensate the person who solved the situation?

···Still, just in case, I should write down the hood.

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“Tongue, brothers!! Do you see that?”

[What the heck is that light coming out of that sword?]

[Isn’t it black energy?]

[What kind of martial arts world is this? The sword ㅇㅈㄹ haha]

[There are so many bastards who don’t know anything lol]

[If you know what it is, please explain it to me.]

[That one…]

[I informed you ^^]

[I don’t know either?]