Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 692

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:05:56 AM

I'm usually kind of having sex while I'm on the move, but I wasn't that energetic this time.

Fennel, Angelos, and Aurora wipe my body and put my clothes on while I stretch as hard as I can, and let me sleep on Mr. Hilda's knee pillow.

Why Mr. Hilda, because his thighs were the most obnoxious. The other kids were fine or muscular, and they weren't very confident in their thighs... or "not quite Mr. Hilda" feeling.

"I'm gonna be so rude. Hey. Sure, I don't run around, but I'm in solid shape."

"But Mr. Hilda's knee pillow, it does feel safe..."

"I'm not willing to spare the knee pillow itself. We're not all muscle bees, and you're not that shy."

"Anyway, the others are going to get sore sleeping on their soft knees."

"Me too..."

Irina and Beatrice look like they're in trouble, but I don't think it's enough to be so serious.

By the way, Mira and the three sisters, the ladies, and Mr. Cosmos and everything, split into Maia's carriage. Emma is a luggage carriage.

It's kind of embarrassing that it feels perceived that if you get in this carriage, you'll start porn on your mundane applause, but well, there better be no confusion.

"Andy can and will get stuck like this, and the chair is not for the jerk... maybe we should consider improving the carriage in earnest when we get home. I'm going to fly around again."

"When we prepared this carriage, it was a modification at the hands of all the Crossbow orgasms and Jeanne."

"You use the boat when that yellow dragon Bauz brings a yak-pickled woman from us, don't you? You don't have to focus on shape."

"At this size, it was a carriage, whether it was sand, snow or meadows, in boxes that could be placed anywhere."

Sometimes I think about improvements.

The shape of the carriage is just right if the dragon holds it. The shape of the rectangle is difficult to influence flight even if it is windy in the sky, and Lyra is hard to thicken any more, given the size of Maia's or Emma's (dragon body's) hands anyway.

Length is also going to be out of balance if you stretch it any further back. Because Lyla and I only support each other with two arms.

The ship used by Bauz doesn't change that much in size, and it doesn't seem like much change can be made to the size and shape...

Otherwise, the legs and interior.

The need to be a wheel does not exist unless it is necessary to advance and retract.

But that's why it's hard for a boneless, sticking leg. It's tough given its durability, and there are limited follow-ups due to engraving or something.

No legs are out of the question. If I put it outside of Ma Sara's flat, my stomach will crack.

Bauz's ship is secretly grooved to the ground to stabilize it before putting it down, but that looks inconvenient too, though I can't help it.

What I'm thinking in my head is a guy like Solifoot. There's more stability than just sticking legs, and you'll be able to keep them from burying too much in the sand and snow.

As for the interior, should I take off the chair, as Angelos has said? But a room without a chair with a miscellaneous fish sleeping premise, that's what's going to get you in trouble when you're not jerking off.

Perhaps you should make columnar railing bars or something at equal intervals to make it easier to stabilize your body, even outside the walls.

And storage, right? The slope is inevitable when it comes to flying in the sky, and if the luggage rolls when it's full flat, it's going to stink in the way. Ceiling side or floor side, we need to build a new luggage storage area anyway.

... Oh, my God, it's fun to think about things.

"If you can hang a rope around my waist, it's a little easier to use your arm in case."

Chibi Lyla suggests.

"Uh... well, do you have a hand in hanging instead of holding"

"It takes a little work before it flies. 'Cause you can't hang yourself with dragon shapes.'

"And the strength of the hanging string... oh, do you have silk chains"

Then, the balance problem can also be solved because it can be supported by more than two points. The box can be quite large if it's within the dragon's own take-off capability.

"With Mr. Andy's crossbow, it doesn't seem difficult to tie up without jumping on a dragon. Thanks to the thorns on your back, you won't have to misalign the strings you've hung."

"Why don't we just throw it in silk chains on the right stone?

"Mr. Lyla, it's the size of your class, and it's a little bone on the shoulder of a regular person."

"Uh... well, sure. Anyway, Andy might be tough on me or something."

I'm sorry you're a regular person.

Well, I don't have the same confidence in my arm strength.

"You can rely on the Blue Housekeeper or Lord Dan for the remodel. An example peek-boo pair of orgasms would be helpful."

Irina says, "I don't know about that face."

"I'm a little tempted to let those guys make a flying jerk-off room..."

"Kukukuku. Let me already make a real fine fucking room. Now."

If you ask me, I can't even say that about the new Smythson family or the Renfangas fort.

No, but I don't.

"If you pay the price justifiably, it's the freedom of the scufflers to use it for anything. Don't worry too much."

"Uh-huh."

I wonder if that's okay.

Well, if we try to do it on our own, we're going to overburden Jeanne and Selene.

We leave at night, pinch a few toilet breaks, etc., while reaching Polka during what can still be described as the morning of the next day.

"We're finally here. The meadows as far as I can see, the countryside is stunning."

The lady rocks her body that looks heavy and goes down to the ground, looking around and saying a word.

Well, I know you want to say that. Meadows to the south, blue and sumptuous mountains to the east and west, and forests to the north. A little hilltop is the Baron's Mansion, beneath which lies the city of Polka, and some rocky mountains with gushing spiritual springs, but, well, at least, there's no sense of urbanity to be mistaken.

"Ma'am, it's the most borderline. Then I'll show you to the Spirit Springs first. Because if you loosen the curse there, you should be in a proportionately healthy shape. Irina, please arrange an inn or something, including for our sisters."

"Hmm. I was entrusted. Well, I think I'm going to be immersed in Lord Smythson's house."

Mr. Hilda pulls the lady's hand.

And I let him sleep slowly for half a day, so he was recovering to an extent that didn't interfere with walking for now.

"Well, let me show you the rest."

"Maybe we should split it. As for the Baron's residence, it's me and Irina, and the town... in Naia and Luna."

"We're used to polka there, aren't we?

"I think Angelos and the others should take your husband to the hot spring."

"What, me?

Fennel tells me to blink my eyes.

I was going to take a tourist tour, too.

"Shouldn't your husband strive to regain his energy? Yesterday, not all female opponents are over."

"... well yes, but not enough to jump into the hot springs in a hurry"

... No, hmm. But the female slaves don't seem very happy after all, and we have to work hard on that follow-up tonight......?

"When you go into the hot springs, do you recover your energy? Then I'll serve you. ♪ I'm good at bath play. ♪

"No, Mr. Cosmos, it's a public bath for once. The men are getting old."

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"... Speaking of which, this guy was also a tark"

Nothing. He was a man who wouldn't hide his boobs or holes while bathing.... No, he was usually someone who seemed to be able to walk the city naked when it came to playing like that even if he wasn't bathing.

"What, is that a mixed bath okay there?

And for some reason, Mr. Gloria shows a sense of confrontation.

"They don't specify it's OK, but the men in the city never complain about women entering themselves. I can see it super."

Or I'm just talking about going to the secret hot springs. But the city rules first.

"Then I'll go too"

"What is it, then?"

"You can come in, right?" Talk whores are told that harmonium whores are undressed and inferior. "

"Haven't you had too many identity headlines for whores lately? It's not even a time to take money."

"So you want to pay? I'll give you some change."

"Uh... by the way, how much belly buildup?

"Bathing Fella with one gold coin, showing off with three. How about in production?

I almost reached for my purse by accident, but Angelos chopped on me. And pay close attention to Mr. Gloria.

"Even female slaves have a good eye, so don't do much wildlife."

"Uh. But he's a private whore? Anyone who wants to buy it is fine."

"Are you willing to do business at that price? No, I'm not."

I rebuilt myself while Angelos was stuck.

"Mr. Gloria is not taking you around as a whore, so please focus on finding the imagination of the painter."

Or I kinda hate it when anyone tells me it's okay. Even if Mr. Gloria knows he's been sleeping with countless men.

"No one gets a disproportionate sale. Besides, I'm not selling as a whore in the first place, but because I'm here to make bees with customers."

"Mm... well, yeah. I admit I've been lost to myself because I've been running into a hell of a lot of porn lately."

Mr Gloria turned red in his face and said low.

I mean, I don't know. Yeah. It felt a little fucked up, didn't it, what you just said?

But.

"Oh, hey Andy... who's that now"

"Here comes another mixed bath girl I don't know!

"Uhm."

The gatekeeper combine and the man water that Grandpa Harry was bathing in, and eventually Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Gloria, and then Angelos, wind up with Galatia.

"Oh, haha... guys, it's Gloria"

"Leslie, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Please keep your moderation, both of you"

"... ugh"

Angelos is the star of the two. And I'm not sure what Galatia is, but she was driven by her sense of duty as a female slave. Maybe I just stepped into the world of porn a little bit and saw too much, and there's something paralyzing about my senses, but it's funny, so I leave it alone.

"I've never seen a white elf come in other than Mr. Sharon..."

"Angelos, you're the one who goes in there too... thank you"

"Uhm."

"Haha, do you like tits -? Now it's free if you just want to see it."

The gatekeeper combine and Grandpa Harry to watch cancer as much as they want.

That's just uncomfortable. Angelos and Galatia, against Gloria, Mr. Cosmos chatted with his boobs in a pranky fashion while showing them. Just piercing.

... No, when I think about it, I'm starting to feel like I shouldn't.

"Of course! We love tits!

"Polka boy."

"No, Grandpa and Keel, calm down a little, idiot."

That's right, Johnny with his wife was the coolest. I had an erection.

(cont 'd)

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