Half-elves Fall in Love Chapter 755

Published at 29th of June 2022 07:04:53 AM

5 metres square of interior space. Whether the ceiling height goes critical 3 meters.

Whether you see this as broad or narrow depends on the application.

The whole floor is big enough if you consider it a bed, but if you're bad enough, it's not enough if you think of it as a room that lets more than twenty people fly in. Not enough at all.

If you think of it as a base for an expedition for a considerable period of time, the number of people comfortable in this "cabin" is probably as high as ten.

Miscellaneous fish sleeping would be easy if one had a space of 2.5 meters vertically and 1 meter horizontally. If you work hard, you'll be able to pack it, but then it'll be harder to rest comfortably. No, I might be able to secure a few more for you with a hammock.

But don't you have to think about using it like that?

"I don't care what you mess with, do I?

"Ownership was already there. However, assuming the dragon carries it, it would be better not to drill too many holes in the outer wall."

"The wind blows in... oh, could this window be glass... it's not glass, what is this"

"They say it's random. Much stronger than glass."

...... colandom? That wasn't a jewel, was it?

It's used in this window. It's about 50 centimeters square, right?

"... doesn't this just make it an amazing value?

"Say what. If the value is high, this wall floor is probably better. You can't get it out of the woods, probably."

"... it doesn't even feel that sturdy to have tried beating it. You mean the shock won't come back?"

"You think so. You can't stand your teeth with those iron blades."

"... seriously?

I tried.

I tried sticking the knife with gas on the floor and on the wall, but there's no sign of stabbing Irina at all, as Irina put it.

Awesome sturdiness even though it doesn't hurt much to slap.

Even though it looks normally wood and doesn't even feel cold... it's weird.

"It's from a tree that's very hard to burn. I can stand the grill if I have to. Well, it's hardly an ice dragon except Lord Lyla, and he's never bothered to burn it."

"I remember being burned down in the first place..."

... Not now, but I don't know in the future when there are more female slaves in power.

Yeah. Let's not get alarmed.

"... you've never crossed the line to buy a grudge"

"Mm-hmm. Well, most of the time it seems foolish and enlightening to dare turn that to the enemy. He's a country blacksmith who can follow many warriors, dragons, and knights."

"It's a literal word that seems suspicious..."

Though I say it, I think about how to interior.

Understood that the floor coverings were sturdy. In that case, it's not realistic to drill a hole in it and make a lot of things.

No, this is how it was made into a cabin, so I guess the elf homemasters have the machining technology, but I find it tempting to use them for impure purpose modifications.

Yes, it's almost a decision that this cabin will no longer be a "sex room in air transport". No one else would want Irina or anyone else.

But so far, the contents are really just square rooms made of wood. It doesn't look too good to use it like this.

Making a bed...... can be substituted with a mat, but every time I tilt that I did, it slips. I'd like to have an indentation that holds the mat in place or a hook that hooks a string or something......

"Oh well. Should I put together an inner box?"

All you have to do is make an internal frame that fits the size of the room with regular wood. Nothing needs to sharpen this "cabin" itself.

It will probably get a little narrow, but I have to be able to use this size all the time.

Problem is, I don't really specialize in woodworking... but I also use goats and voids.

No, why don't you start on your own? Mr. Deane and Serene would know how to do it, and Sharon and Naia would have said something about carpenters being good at making forts.

Whatever. You can also borrow their hands. Exactly. You won't have to shy away from the female slaves.

And then the ingredients.

"Irina, do you have extra regular lumber? Cedar, oak, pine."

"I don't care if they ask me to spare you."

"... there were too many of these amazing trees and you don't have one like that?

"Because ordinary wood has a use for everything. Basically, there is lumber out there from logging and falling wood treatment, but there is no room for it. You can get it if you want, but it's not free."

Oh, well.

It frightens me when people say it's not free. This is what we need over here. Let's try a little harder.

"I will use it for the interior, can you prepare it for me? As much board material as the long side of this room, right...... about 20 for now"

Probably not enough to make a lot of things, but first the first ingredients to get your hands on.

"Uhm. Let's arrange it. And this cabin..."

"I'll carry it behind me. Maia, please."

"Yeah."

It's a trial and error for a while.

Once in the hot spring, take a breath.

"Phew."

Rarely has anyone come in. I'm on my own.

Well, winter is still the middle of the summer. I guess nobody sits around much at this time.

In the hot springs. Bye. Wash your face and think about what interior to make first.

I guess I should have a railing, considering I lean in flight.

Should I also wear a bench on the wall?

What about the bed? Can you do it with a mat or make it right?

I also want it to be side-table when I think about my personal status when I come in and out.

No, but if you get too furnished and narrow, it's not much different from the narrow space of a regular carriage. Aside from versatility, isn't it right to specialize in performance as a fuck room?

I wonder if that was an extra purchase, 20 sheets of board material.

No, but suddenly you shouldn't give up thinking. Given that awesome durability, that cabin is for life. It's worth a try.

Most importantly, woodworking has never grown.

My main job will be to be a blacksmith, but other skills can't be that way. Awkward workmanship if you ask someone like this, or if you can do it yourself, that's best.

Apprentice Selene or Apple to learn a lot. It doesn't matter if it's second-class or third-class. I don't know how much I can afford.

If you don't suddenly aim to complete it and relax as a hobby like that, the cabin is the most fun toy.

"... but you don't even taste like 'cabin'. Name it."

Now I can only say that from what I've seen, but that'll always be boring, then.

What would you like...... "Secret Garden Issue" or something?

... you don't. Leave it out yourself. It's too dusty.

Then take the name of the donor and "Irina"... it's confusing and hard to call the other kids. Irina has a place in it.

"Hmmm......" Smythson Palace "...... not good." Sky Harlem "... no."

It doesn't make sense if we don't make it a name we can all point to the cabin and call it uncomfortably more than we bother to name it.

As he roared in the hot spring, the entrance door opened.

"I thought you weren't here."

It was Corti.

I don't know what else to do if another man is in there. Corti isn't naked because he has common sense for once, and he's not a naked, campery-talking cunt of a man.

I usually started taking my clothes off at the strip shed when I thought so.

"Hey Corti. Here man soup......"

"If it's a hot spring, you can be naked, right?

"... well, yeah. I wouldn't dare to make any corrections."

"... eheh. I dare you to bend it."

Corti smiles like a prank and comes into the tub naked with a cloak of collar.

Modest weight but youthful, puffy bouncing tits and pale, sunny pubic hair jump into view at all costs.

"You really want to brag about porn slaves"

"... it's also a misunderstanding"

"Really? Even if there's other guys out there, you're leaving Deane and Lyla alone, right?

…………

Truth is, as Corti tells me, it's true that some emotions just want to be a little porn slave bragging.

Being naked on those streets is bad for the education of the polka kids, and the hearts and minds of the aunts are bad, but it doesn't count in the hot springs... if you're showing it, you're showing it, you're showing it, and you're watching it, so there's an overall silent verse about female slaves bathing with me. Originally when it comes to bath peeks, it feels like a kind of specialty event, and it's also a tolerant land pattern.

That's why their appearance in men's water with grandeur is also one of the few situations where I can brag about the eroticity of the female slaves to other men.

I don't want you to touch me or hold me by mistake, but I'm pretty sure the superiority that such a superb jerk is mine is something you can't usually say but want to make me proud of.

"Assuming I wanted to brag about female slaves... I didn't expect you to get on with it sooner"

"Actually, I'm the one who wants to brag about it."

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Yihihi, show me a smile that's no different from the human daughter there.

"Porn Master, I'm so proud of you for getting it."

"... is that what you want to be proud of?"

"You may not understand, but for a Doskebe like me and my sister, I'm the strongest happiest."

... dude.

"... I didn't think you were that kind of character."

"Huh. I didn't think so either."

How far are you serious and where are you acting from? It's useless to just think...

"I just want to have a love affair, so if it's an act, you don't have to pretend to be that much of a sketch."

Yeah. Speaking of which, yes.

I didn't ask for it in that direction. Yeah.

...... but Corti laughs nigga.

"Too bad. Maybe our sketches are vegetables"

"... maybe"

"I am, but I don't know my sister."

…………

"Take responsibility, right? At least... I mean it when they say that as a female, you can be a jerk everywhere. I won't tolerate you turning up the sound later. I'm gonna stick around till I'm dead and demand a dick."

"... the liner is true..."

Sigh.

"What a waste."

"Ah, eh."

Hold your silver-haired daughter, grab those puffy tits unconstructively, and rub them.

If you put your face close to her, Corti closes her eyes softly from a joking grin and sucks naturally on my lips.

I only had the impression that when I was hostile, I wasn't thinking about anything. If the liner had held all three heads politely, would I have made a different impression?

... stop thinking like that right away. If they did, there would be no curtain for me to come out, and they would just martyr. I didn't get a sketchy daughter Corti who responded to my libido by hitting me like this, showing me more libido than that.

Now, let's just be happy with the facts in front of us.

"... oh, and"

"Yeah?"

"How about 'Smythson Mobile Breeding Grounds'?

"... talk about an example cabin?

"You were worried about me by name."

I was hearing whining...... that's right. If their hearing.

But.

"... because it's a long time and people don't listen well"

"I think it's gonna be a real name."

"Yes, I am."

"What's the track record now...... make it?

Corti grabs his penis in the water as he provokes with a stream.

"You're always welcome to get pregnant with guts, eh?

"... if you get provoked like that here, you won't be able to stand it to the cabin"

"Yeah, on purpose."

He's dressed a lot like Tess, but he could be as crooked as Tess, this guy.

There, when there was another sign of a person from the hot spring entrance, and he stretched his neck out hah and peered, the old men who had finished their morning work were coming to take a bath.

"Oh, did you have a client..."

"Oh, girl... I don't recognize you, but that's you, Andy, yours..."

With the faces the old men have eaten, they point to Corti as she rubs her tits against mine.

"... me, son of a female slave"

That's what I have to say. What else can I say?

... Speaking of which, Corti isn't really known for his polka face. Maybe I haven't really walked around the city.

"Corti.... nice to meet you, uncle"

Corti is Corti and introduces herself with a little devilish grin as she grips from the top to accentuate my hand on her tits.

The old men look at each other.

"... can we come in?"

"Am I interrupting?

...... eh.

"Go ahead. ♪ If you want to see it, you can watch it. I can't resist this man."

"Corti, you!?

"It doesn't matter how sketchy you get, does it?

Muggu.

You really are a bender who can't beat Tess, this guy.

... The old men kind of soaked up in the bath for a while and stared at Corti's nudity.

He's a polka boy, isn't he? Yeah.

(cont 'd)

Chapter end