episode_0426

I don’t know if this has been scientifically proven because I don’t have the desire to check, but it is said anyway.

The essence of the sensations of sexual pleasure and tickling are so intertwined that the two are literally the same thing.

So, if you want to find your partner’s erogenous zone, isn’t there a good tip to search for areas that are particularly ticklish?

That tickling sensation and pleasure are similar to each other.

And… in nature, there is no problem with pleasure if it is at the right level, but if it is too much, it can actually become painful.

Is that why?

I squeezed the yam I found in my inventory and applied a generous amount of thick, slippery yam juice to Olga’s extremely erect nipples. At first, she looked at me with an expression that said it was no use, but as time went by, she started to react. It began to gradually change.

At first… it was just a small twitch.

Of course, at first it was just that, but once you start paying attention to the tickling sensation, it increases like a snowball rolling down a slope.

Look at it as evidence.

Of course, up until 10 minutes ago, all I could do was twitch slightly, but now I can’t seem to control my thighs.

“Uuuu…❤️”

The breathing escaping from between my lips, which were redder than before, had already become rougher.

That’s right.

I know this because I experienced it a long time ago, but it is a type of itch that is truly unbearable.

Roughly speaking, it feels like… Don’t even mosquitoes have a maternal period?

You can think of it as a tickling sensation 10 times stronger than the tickling you feel when bitten by that guy.

Even though the hand was the area that was itchy, it was still that bad. What would it be like if an extremely sensitive area, like Olga’s right now, was covered in it?

I don’t know, but if it was more unbearable than the tickling I felt at the time, it would be more unbearable, but it would never be less.

Sure enough, there was nothing I could do to relieve the itch that was coming from my chest just by rubbing my thighs against each other.

Olga, who had suddenly been maintaining a position as if she was sitting on my lap, suddenly started shaking her body wildly as if she was showing off her extremely erect nipples.

At this moment, she is struggling to escape from my arms that are restraining her so that she cannot move.

But that was all.

Now that her supernatural power, which can be called her alpha and omega, has been virtually sealed to fight against the power of hypnosis, there is nothing she can utilize other than her own physical ability, and it is a soft and soft female body that does not even show a little muscle. My body was too strong right now to be pushed back in terms of performance.

“Black···❤️”

So, in order to engrave that fact into Olga’s mind, I gave a little strength to the arms that were used to restrain her arms and waist… but even though it felt like my body was momentarily crushed by my action, which was practically a bear hug, Did you receive it?

Olga, who was struggling frantically to somehow escape from my embrace and scratch her frantically itching nipples, made a small gasping sound from her mouth, and then she pressed down on her stomach.

He started whispering in a low voice into Olga’s ear, whose eyes were red from the itch that wouldn’t leave her alone even for a moment.

Words that she could never ignore.

“Itchy things are hard to bear, right? Would you like me to make it easier?”

“What a joke…!”

“Hmm, even if I tried to force myself to hold on, it would only be painful.”

I was starting to wonder if it was reaching its limit, but maybe there was still some room left?

As soon as I spoke to Olga, who was growling fiercely as if she was going to kill me at any moment, I whispered to her and picked up the thin brush I had found in my inventory earlier.

And then-

Evil… Seaaak…❤️

“···!!”

Although each hair was very thin, she used a stiff brush to gently brush the bright red nipples that stood out in a superficial manner at the end of her large breasts.

The reaction was dramatic.

When something touched the place where she felt like she was going crazy from the tickling, it must have been enough to give her a sense of liberation, because Olga’s waist immediately jumped with a strong popping feeling.

Quite a violent reaction.

He didn’t stop there and started playing with the brush…

“Oh···❤️ Ohok···❤️”

Olga’s body, which had been rigid in a posture as if she was exposing her pussy to her son who was watching in front of her, began to tremble as if it were broken.

“It feels good, right? Like this, gently sweeping the itchy area with a brush?”

“Hi…❤️ Hehe…❤️”

Even though I didn’t add any special techniques or anything, I was just gently brushing the paint with a brush, but the satisfaction was enormous.

The trembling in Olga’s thighs, which were fixed in the air, did not seem to stop.

Watching Olga shaking her back as if she had a breakdown… I became curious again.

I wondered what the situation would be like inside that skirt, which, like the top, was tightly wrapped with no gaps.

Are you curious?

Of course I should check it.

Cheeek!

Ripping the skirt?

It was a bit cumbersome since I only had one hand to use right away, but it wasn’t that difficult.

After tearing off not only the skirt, but also the coffee-colored stockings and black lace panties underneath, what I finally came across was… a married woman’s uniquely plump pussy, puffing up the hot, humid air.

Hwaaa

If it were winter and it was outdoors, the hot and humid air spread out in all directions, making you wonder if white steam would have risen.

That’s how wet Olga’s pussy was.

To the point where it feels amazing that I have maintained my sanity until now.

The first thing Olga did as soon as her wet pussy was revealed to the world was to make her son, who had been watching his mother play in the hands of another man, turn his head.

“Bo, don’t look, Sergei…!”

Even if it was true for the chest, did I really think it wouldn’t work for the vagina?

In a very urgent voice, he stepped in next to Olga who was shouting.

“This… It’s great that you want to protect your son, but it looks like your son has no intention of turning his head?”

“Well, that’s you…!”

“Is it because I’m controlling that fat guy’s behavior? Do you really think so?”

If you truly think that way, there is nothing you can do about it.

It may be a bit harsh on Olga, but it has no choice but to allow her to see the truth with her own eyes.

“Hey, fat guy.”

“···Yes, yes!?”

“If you don’t want to see it, you can stop looking.”

If you don’t want to see it, turn your head or close your eyes.

My remarks were made with such nuance that a small gurgling sound could be heard from somewhere.

How long had passed since then? In the end, the fat guy’s choice was to maintain the status quo.

I was somewhat certain from the moment I saw my mother being harassed by me and putting things up, but I never thought she would even pretend to turn her head.

This is a bit surprising…

Even I, who had expected it to some extent, could not hide my surprise. How much more surprising would it have been for Olga, who was directly involved.

Her son’s betrayal(?) must have come as a huge shock to her, and her slightly opened mouth did not know how to close.

He whispered again into Olga’s ear, who was stiff from shock.

“Now, did you see it?”

“···.”

“I think your son wants to see more, so let’s show him as much as we can.”

While whispering those words into Olga’s ear, he held the erect nipples with his fingers and bit them.

“···!!!!”

Olga’s body, which had been frozen from shock, shook violently as if she had been hit hard.

At the same time, I was confident in my heart as I saw her slightly dazed eyes.

Now the real high point is not far away.

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‘It was much more effective than I thought…’

Who would have imagined this?

The fact that the yam that I found by chance in my inventory would be of such great help.

No, so why on earth were the yams in there?

As I was thinking about it, that question suddenly arose again, but unfortunately there was no sign of it being resolved.

So instead of dwelling on that, I decided to spend my time on something more constructive.

‘Even if I apply it to my nipples, the reaction is like this…’

What would happen if I put a lot of this on my dick and start pounding my dick into Olga’s pussy?

···It’s a very interesting topic, isn’t it?

Okay, let’s do it right now.