episode_0360

The act of breaking a curse. The most basic solution is to remove the cause.

cutting off cursed body parts,

Destroy the totem that is the catalyst for the curse,

If possible, the best way would be to kill the person who placed the curse.

Of course, the curse that costs her own life becomes a long way off for Hae-joo.

Unless the difference in rank is very high, there is no choice but to die with it as is…

“That’s why I don’t kill them. Even if I kill you, all I get is a subtle sense of accomplishment.”

After saying that, Siron listened to the scraps being smoothed out on his pants, and then sat him down on the bed.

The residue looks up at Siron and smiles.

Although he talked about killing her and other bloody things, the act of carrying her to bed with his own hands was a tacit agreement that he would soon do something dirty.

It is embarrassing to even call it a demon god, so much so that only the dregs remain, but it looks like people are looking forward to how pleasant the upcoming action will be.

“This is also the same. I’m not doing it because you asked me to, it’s part of the work to lift Seira’s curse… well… I’m not doing it because I like it either.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“You don’t need to understand.”

Siron said this and placed his hand on the scrap’s thigh. The hand that went up went up to the soft fabric, grabbed the string, and untied it.

The thong panties I took off were soaked, probably because I was already ready, but they scattered like a mirage with no place to put them.

“…”

It wasn’t a mistake.

Underwear dispersing like a mirage.

It’s difficult to explain because the panties are almost soaked in love juice, but this is also a reason to worry about whether or not you can treat the waste in front of you as is.

drank.

Even if only the dregs remain, it still possesses divine status.

Like the Tower of Despair in the Demonic Classics. The woman in front of me was also something that could only be described with the word concept.

“It’s so amazing. If you just look at her, you might think she looks exactly like Yura before she was reincarnated. It evokes a strange feeling.”

Shiron, who had already taken off the clothes he was wearing, bent down and smelled the residue at his bedside.

It was a scent that was clearly embedded in my memory. An aroma that combines floral and tangerine scents. Buried beneath it is the mysterious feeling that comes after sweating.

After having fun running around on a summer day, Yura had this pleasant smell of sunshine.

“It smells the same and looks the same. It’s so strange.”

“Is it strange? What.”

“The way you show doesn’t seem like intimacy at all.”

“I. I like you.”

The residue wrapped its arms around Siron’s neck and came into his arms. Then, like Siron did, he sticks his nose into the back of the neck and sniffs.

It wasn’t like this the first time. I didn’t know what he was thinking because he didn’t show his emotions in the first place, and he didn’t make such an active sex appeal.

Perhaps because of the late wind, the dregs have become quite good at showing off their charms.

“So. Quickly.”

Knock-knock-

Honey water drips from underneath the dress, from the crotch that is spread shoulder-width apart. Siron laughed out loud at the amazing sight.

‘Somehow, the more I do it, the more I feel like I’m getting stronger…’

The attitude of the dregs was so close to complete goodwill that it seemed like they were in a relationship where they were both threatening each other’s lives.

Why? It’s like in a hostage situation where the hostages feel a strange attachment or warmth to the blackmailer.

Normally, this kind of attachment or favor would have been dismissed as an illusion, but it was impossible to do so with Siron.

This is because the residue looks drunk.

Siron skimmed through the scraps. Black hair that reaches to the waist. Fierce eyes slightly raised upward.

I wondered how it was possible to copy something like it was printed on a board.

It’s enough to make you smile with admiration.

Of course, it wasn’t exactly the same as Yura in her previous life.

Blurry and cloudy eyes.

Yura didn’t have these listless eyes.

Although she had purple eyes and brown hair, the reincarnated Yura actually resembled the Yura in her memories.

but,

For some reason, Siron could not refuse the dregs’s courtship.

I say it again because it’s important. It was impossible to refuse.

The appearance that the residue mimicked was the last appearance of Yura that Shiron Prien and Cha Hyun-jun remembered.

When I had just become an adult in high school. This means that Yura looks good in her school uniform.

A wide pelvis and buttocks that look like they could easily give birth to a baby.

She has a body that cannot be considered that of a high school girl.

Her breasts weren’t that big, but they were reasonably big. Although it doesn’t have a mass that feels like it will overflow in the hand like Yuma or Seira, the breasts are moderately soft and feel good in the hand.

Her face is white as if she hasn’t worked hard, and her skin is so smooth that my heart beats every time I touch it.

The beginning is an attempt to drive out the evil energy of the hero with his divinity. The purpose was simply to curse him selflessly, but honestly, I had no choice but to admit it now.

‘I should have made you come then.’

A feeling of regret.

Poetry,

Cha Hyun-jun wanted to share passionate love with Yura, who was in her prime!

As evidence, his body was already in a state of crisis.

Like a residue that drips a thick liquid without any special touch. Siron’s groin also swelled to the point where he could feel his pulse.

“Of course, you like me too.”

The scraps grinned as if their honest reaction was cute. Siron pinched and twisted the dregs’ chest.

“Ugh…!”

“Why does it seem like I only become fluent at times like this?”

I was tempted to give him a pat on the cheek, but there’s no need to do that.

A wide smile. This guy was happy.

Drool drips from the corner of the mouth as if there is no need to save face, and a sinister gunshot appears in the blank eyes.

match!

Even a light slap was the same. The waste, which did not show any signs of dislike, caused more and more liquid to flow from the groin area, which had begun to drip.

Siron didn’t know exactly what this reaction meant, but he knew one thing.

The demon god was enjoying this situation.

It seems as if he is deliberately inducing Shiron’s actions. Siron appears to be the most concerned, and shows a reaction that seems to make Siron the most happy.

“To lift the curse. You need to raise your rank.”

Talking seriously about a subject with a messy face.

The usual bluntness has disappeared, and the infrequent speaking has gotten a little better.

“Create a lot of believers and make them follow me. Then you can regain your godhood and lift the curse…”

“There is no guarantee that the curse will be lifted just because you have regained your strength.”

Siron patted his red cheeks.

My buttocks, which were already wet and now flooded, make a clicking sound every time I touch them.

“It will be different this time. Even if you regain your strength, you have planted your karma in my soil.”

“What are you saying? Speak in somewhat normal words.”

“The more I receive your seed, the more my origin changes.”

While saying this, the trash put its face into Siron’s pants.

Lick – As if that wasn’t enough, he licks the top of the swollen object with his tongue and lets out a rough breath.

“I hated you. I don’t hate it now.”

“…”

“I hated it so much that I killed it. I like it so much now that I keep wanting it.”

Buuuuk-

When did I learn this? The scrap raised his teeth and pulled down the zipper.

Then a terrible divinity spread out in front of the dregs.

Siron’s touch. saliva. Listen. Regardless of what is said, divinity dwells in everything and picks up the dross.

The same goes for sex. The residue was modeled after Yura from her previous life, but it was not modeled after the uterus or internal organs.

The inside was still like blood-red and black mud filled with energy, or, to put it bluntly, it was no different from mucous membrane and flesh filled with an evil energy.

Such is the essence of poetry. Even if you don’t know what to do, if you put in a cloudy liquid.

From its essence, which cannot help but be said to be peculiar, it is tainted by the standards of poetic theory.

A kind of purifying act.

The demon’s karma, karma, and prestige change in the direction that Siron wants.

“So. Rest assured. I can be your own god.”

“What do you mean…”

But Siron had no way of knowing that fact.

The idea of using a demon spirit as a masturbation device…

I was just interested in Yura’s green body.

When I smelled it, I felt the fresh scent of grass and sunlight, and it was exaggerated to the point where I felt like it was the happiest time of my life.

I also love the reincarnated Yura, but I can’t shake off the attachment to my past life.

Nostalgia. Is there any reason to feel nostalgia?

“Huum.”

I haven’t even taken off my panties yet. As if he couldn’t bear it anymore, the demon spirit tilted his head and bit into his groin.

Mouth that clenches. I feel warm saliva in my groin.

Was Yura’s mouth like this?

An open crack is visible from a mirror on one side of the wall.

Endail View

Was Yura’s pussy like this? In my previous life, I had never seen Yura’s pussy, let alone her raw breasts. Seeing it this way was bound to have tremendous meaning for Poetry.

Jjonok-!

“Ah.”

I couldn’t even ask Yura to put a dick in her mouth, and I never had sex with her.

Siron was convinced that the emotions and textures he was feeling now were from back then.

Jureuk-

“Ah…”

Hot tears flow up and down.

Yura’s first entry in memory. It was Bojiji.

A pussy that makes me cry when I fuck it.

Although I’ve never had it done, I can still feel the feel of home, softness, softness and tightness.

Siron enjoyed being a warrior.