Solo Swordmaster

Chapter 1100

Solo Swordmaster Chapter 1100

#Side Story 69. Bride accepting a drink (9)

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To put it bluntly.

It was inevitable.

In the first place, the law of lion revival and divine demon union, which is the basis of this secret art, is difficult and unstable, comparable to the three major magics.

There was no way that the level of perfection of the secret technique created by temporarily intertwining such things could have been high.

As it went beyond simply being possessed by the body and even resonated with the soul, the secret art could not withstand it.

In fact, it was rather fortunate.

If the possession had not been forcibly removed, problems such as Suri losing her body or the Geomje’s soul going wrong may have occurred.

The safety of the secret technique was confirmed in that the safety device was properly activated.

So it was something to be reassured about.

It was something to be reassured about, but…

[…ah.]

In fact, the Geomje, which was floating in the air in a translucent form, did not receive any relief from that fact.

Instead, what I feel is a sense of loss.

Warm body temperature.

A pounding heartbeat.

Vivid texture and five senses.

A more drastic change than the fact that everything disappeared and the world that was full of natural colors suddenly became black and white.

Above all, the moment when we were just about to reach the peak.

While I instinctively sensed that an ecstatic pleasure that would soon make me black out would come, I felt emptiness as everything disappeared just before it happened.

And hug him.

Truly like an animal.

Vulgar, lewd and frankly.

The image of an Indian girl monopolizing the orgasmic pleasure and letting out a final, deathly moan.

Although the senses may have disappeared as if evaporating, the lingering feeling of pleasure still remains clearly in the memory and even the soul.

It stirred up certain emotions in her heart based on the sense of loss.

Because that pleasure too.

Hot warmth too.

The rest too.

Because it was originally his.

Because he was his original self even before those bitches found out…

[Why did this damn pseudo-granny mess up her magic like this!]

“…Are you okay?”

[Why wouldn’t it be okay, you idiot!]

“that is….”

[You fucking idiot?!]

That moment.

The Geomje was furious.

This is because, just like the running Suri, even Limon seemed to think that he couldn’t bear the pleasure and ran away.

[Hey, I’m just waiting for you!]

“Master?”

And after a while.

Limón, who had barely recovered his desire after his fever had subsided, was taken aback by his bride, who was squirming around his body, his eyes blurred from the orgasmic pleasure that was enveloping his brain.

It wasn’t just that the Geomje’s spiritual body suddenly disappeared.

Of the three crystal tubes placed in all directions of the bedroom, two were still filled inside.

The lid of one of them slid open, and a slender female body slowly rose from inside.

and….

Slurp.

…Change has begun.

Silver hair as transparent as snow.

White and clean skin.

Oriental clothing.

In oriental style attire.

With skin covered in scars.

With hair as black as ebony.

So, when the bandages around her eyes were removed, there was no trace of the last Russian empress left there.

Instead, the first sword in the world to descend on another Sason’s body just proudly declared.

“Now, let’s do it right this time.”

“…Are you saying this correctly?”

“Yeah, dude.”

The only reason he was kicked out of Suri’s body earlier was because Sir’s magic went wrong.

Looking at her affirming her.

He had a complicated expression.

Of course, the fact that three of his brides participated in this ceremony was just for times like this.

This was because this secret art itself sucked up the target’s physical strength and mental power even more than the Divine Demon Advent.

The fact that the Geomje was replaced by the Geomhu was something that was assumed, but…

It’s like seeing a teacher who has replaced the body of a bride, as if a new coin is added when a character dies in a game.

It was inevitable that he would be distraught, either as a disciple or as a groom.

But Geomje was proud.

This is something that even the Sasons were prepared for.

Above all, it was the first time that I had lost the initiative to Suri and was one-sidedly manipulated by Limon, and it was only because I was careless.

This time, her determination to avenge her and show her dignity as her teacher made her burn.

That’s why I chose to do her post-mortem examination.

Anastasia is the kindest and most obedient son.

At least she won’t have an unexpected situation where she suddenly loses control like a running repairman.

so that.

Truly proud.

Absolutely without hesitation.

She approached him, who was on the bed with an Indian girl lazily hanging out like a well-fed cat…

[I am always sorry that I am not good enough, but please be kind to me.]

“….”

“….”

…politely.

Down on both her knees.

Laying her hands together.

She placed her forehead against the back of her hand.

Thanks to this, Limon, who had suddenly been bowed to by his teacher, was at a loss for words.

The Geomje, who accidentally bowed to his disciple, blushed bright red and shouted loudly.

“What is this?!”

[What do you mean?]

“Are you asking because you don’t know? “Why are you suddenly bowing down?”

She was a translucent silver-haired woman who showed up right away, unlike the running repairman who was just watching her until she blended in with her body.

Anastasia slightly tilted her head in response to her sword emperor’s question.

[No matter how much you are Sajonim, if you want to share love with Gongsang, isn’t it natural to show courtesy as a woman?]

“Where can you say something so absurd… Are you really bowing down to this bastard every time you fuck?!”

[Of course it is, right?]

“….”

“…You bitch?”

That moment.

Limon avoided the Sword Emperor’s eyes.

He knew that no matter how many times he tried to stop me, but to no avail, it wouldn’t work.

And in fact, Geomje, who was looking at Limon with contemptuous eyes as if he was looking at the world’s scum, eventually closed his eyes.

Of course, he was not in a position to criticize anyone in that he mingled with his disciple.

No matter how much I regretted it, there was no way I could get back the girl I had already given away.

“How the fuck did I end up taking this bastard as my disciple?”

“sorry.”

“Shut up and shut up, you bastard.”

I cut him off.

She puts her hands down herself.

She slipped a thin piece of cloth between her slender legs.

In order to hastily punish this fierce Sason before he does something stupid again, he went into action without even taking off his clothes.

“Master, wait a minute….”

And so, before Limon, who was about to say something, could stop him.

On his lap.

Because she sat down.

Matching each other’s centers.

The moment when she lowered her own body and overlapped his and hers.

Phew!

“Huh?!?!?!”

I’ve felt it before, but it’s an excruciating pain that can’t be compared to the first time…

…Absolutely pure red blood flowed down her smooth thighs that overlapped his waist.

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She was confident.

She was swayed by Suri because he was so selfish, but she was confident that she would really do it right this time.

Even more so because, as a sword master with a perfect body, I was slowly getting used to him.

…until she suddenly experiences losing her virginity twice.

Unlike before, she was in dizzy pain because she had layered her body without any preparation.

Geomje realized.

Her body was reconstructed.

Just like the resurrected Sword Masters, it was a body restored based on the soul.

When she was possessed by Anastasia and reorganized her body, she realized that everything was reset.

Even torn flesh.

Even the open wounds.

Even a body accustomed to pleasure.

In other words, now she has become a pure virgin again.

All traces engraved so far will evaporate and he will have to adapt to this horribly hot and hard disciple’s desire all over again from the beginning.

It was enough to make even the Sword Emperor of the world startled…

She didn’t know.

It’s barely a problem.

And that it is nothing.

The real problem is something else.

… From the moment she bonded with him, until a strange energy began to stir within her body.

And the Geomje, who had been fighting seven dragons all his life, was able to immediately sense the identity of that energy.

Psionics.

It is a power that Anastasia was born with as the last member of the Russian imperial family who accepted the blood of the Silver Dragon Princess during the distant Emperor Era.

Originally, it was an energy that was not even noticed due to being overwhelmed by the sword spirit of the Dragon Slayer Sword possessed by the Geomje.

However, the moment when the psionics responded to Limon’s dragon psionics, which surpassed even the seven princesses by being reborn as the Dragon King of Swords.

Throbbing.

“Haaaaah!”

Explosive excitement.

It pierced the sword emperor’s body.

It was the result of dragon psionics, the pinnacle of all psionics, amplifying her senses.

Just by being connected, the pain of torn flesh is blown away and I feel more dizzying pleasure than I have ever experienced before.

like that….

The door to hellish pleasure was opened.

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

My slim waist is shaking.

My white thighs twitch.

Lightning strikes in my head one after another.

So on his lap, clinging to him with both her arms, she was being toyed with by him more one-sidedly than before.

To be precise, she had no choice but to be fooled.

Just like Suri….

No, rather more thoroughly.

This was because Anastasia was taking away control of her body, making it impossible for her to move a single finger.

[I am sorry, but you are still inexperienced and it is difficult for you to please the king, so for now, Socheop will take charge.]

“…!”

It was only then that Geomje realized.

What a mistake it was to think that Anastasia was the most obedient of her grandchildren.

No, it wasn’t really an illusion.

The only thing she obeys is Limon, so compared to him, even her Sword Emperor is pushed down in priority.

And in the past, she was the most inflexible and stubborn, so much so that she even lost her life by pointing a sword at him according to his teachings.

“Ugh…!”

Is that why?

Even the way we mix our bodies.

She was perfectly obedient.

However, unlike Suri, who followed her instincts and actively pursued Limon, she did not make the first move.

When he digs in, her back arches.

When he lowers his head, he sticks out his chest.

Squeezing his legs as you grab his glutes.

She just moves in accordance with him.

Even neglecting her own desires, she only wanted him to feel more comfortable and experience more pleasure.

Her appearance was very passive, like a wise mother and good wife who devoted herself to her father, and like a disciple who served her teacher…

That’s why it was more erotic.

As much as she makes it comfortable.

Especially because he hugged her more skillfully.

The pleasure was even amplified by psionic resonance.

Geomje could only suffer from the pleasure she accepted without even thinking about regaining control of her.

And as much as she indulges in pleasure.

The erosion of her body also accelerated.

“Ha ha ha ha ha.”

Slurp.

His hair turns silver.

The skin becomes white and clean.

My waist gets thinner.

The pleasure increases as he gets closer to Anastasia’s original body, which he has already become accustomed to.

But what disturbed Geomje more than anything else was the resonance of the soul.

Just as Suri’s animal-like desires and emotions flowed back as she assimilated with the body.

A pure heart that has been regurgitated by Anastaya and has longed for only one man not only throughout her life but even after her death.

She, who has lived as her swordsman all her life, has never imagined, but her supreme and pure affection disturbs her head and heart and makes it impossible for her to even resist.

And so finally.

My vision is getting blurry.

Keep your back straight.

Squeezing his waist with her knees.

Just before the excitement reaches its peak and fades away.

“Ahhhh…!”

[…Fuck you!]

…In the end, the sword was thrown out of Anastasia’s body again.

Compared to the fact that he boldly declared that he would seek revenge, the result was not only shameful but even cruel.

Geomje, who could not accept the result, swore that he had chosen the wrong body this time and went into the body of Sason, who loved potatoes to the extent of suspiciousness.

But right after that.

Geomje found out.

That it was a real mistake.

Soggy.

“Yes….”

Suri is active like an animal.

If Anastasia had been passive.

Joan of Arc was extremely gentle.

So much so that the Geomje didn’t step forward no matter how he used his body.

Therefore, confident that she had finally chosen the right body, she mixed her body with his again, confident that she would punish him properly this time.

Because her body was reset again.

Just like the first time, take your time and take your time.

But more skillfully and familiarly.

She adapted to him faster than she thought.

That’s why she didn’t notice.

gradually.

Just little by little.

She slightly twisted her body to the side, exposing her squishy center to him for a better view.

One of her legs, which was swinging in the air, was draped over his shoulder and her toes tickled the back of his neck.

Her moans, which she had been trying to suppress as much as possible, suddenly started to flow out naturally.

So cleverly that you don’t even notice.

But more clearly.

Exciting him.

To stimulate.

The fact that her movements are gradually becoming lewd, seductive, and erotic.

Like a flower that attracts bees with its delicate scent.

“Sleep haha. “What did you do…”

[Hehe, I’m just helping out a little.]

And by the time she noticed the change in herself, the habit had already become irreversibly engraved in her body.

Even though she had control of her body, she unknowingly accepted Joan of Arc’s correction and suffered.

Longer than anyone else.

Longing for and waiting for Limon.

He also offered himself as a sacrifice.

With the mad attachment of the most mildly crazy bride who would even abandon her world for his sake.

Like a puppet hanging by a string, he acts as Joan of Arc leads him.

His hair dyed platinum.

Wrap him tightly around him.

Your body becomes soft.

The moment when she, who had become close to Joan of Arc’s body, was about to reach climax again.

“ha…!”

[ah….]

The spirit body bounces out again.

At this point, I was starting to wonder if there was a problem with the secret technique itself.

‘…why.’

That’s why Geomje gritted his teeth.

It wasn’t just because of the thirst that caused me to miss my climax several times.

The images of brides enjoying the pleasure he gives them with their intact bodies after being ejected.

And the warm feeling of happiness that flowed with all kinds of emotions every time my body began to resemble the brides.

As the body continued to sink into deeper pleasure, the clear feeling of emptiness, as if something was missing, caused a dull feeling to boil in the Geomje’s heart.

‘Why only me.’

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‘…I guess so.’

That look.

Limon was watching.

He’s been hugged in all sorts of ways.

The soul of the Sword Emperor was eventually kicked out of the body.

And the emptiness and dark, cloudy feelings in her eyes that became dull after seeing the happy brides.

‘Is that what it was?’

so that.

He realized.

In this way, no matter how many times you embrace him, you will not be able to attain Buddhahood.

Because he… no, they all had a grave misunderstanding from the beginning.

Her original method of consecrating her Sword Emperor and her remaining regrets were not simply about taking her virginity.

Even though it was too late, he realized that fact.

Looking at the sword that was once again inhabited by Suri, as if trying to show off.

He thought about it.

Will he be able to convince her?

‘… Her persuasion will not work.’

That’s why Limon, who knew the Sword Emperor better than anyone else, was confident.

No matter how much he explained or asked, she would never accept the way he thought.

She knows that if she does that, she will go to a place where no one is around and end up destroying herself alone.

In the end, I realized from the beginning that there was only one way.

And remembering her own answer to a witch that she would do anything to save her.

After looking at her heavily.

He stretched out his hand.

Slurp.

The shadow opens.

What Limon took out was a small bottle of alcohol.

His bride gave him something he might need, but he didn’t use it because the Geomje declared that he didn’t need medicine for the first night.

But in the end, he opened his mouth softly as he opened the lid of the golden bottle of liquor he needed.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“…what?”

To those unexpected words.

The moment the Geomje turned his head.

His outstretched fingers supported her chin.

And so, Limon bowed his head towards the Sword Emperor, whose eyes were wide open…

side.

“…?!”

Two lips.

overlapped smoothly.

Maybe it was because my lips, which I had never allowed even though we had shared each other several times until now, were taken away so suddenly.

Uncharacteristic of a sword master, the Geomje was frozen in a daze, but only belatedly came to his senses and became angry.

No, I was trying to get angry.

-gulp.

“town…?”

As if he was just waiting for that moment.

If only some liquid hadn’t been pushed between my slightly parted lips.

I realized that it was alcohol through the extremely strong and sweet scent that made me feel ecstatic just by lightly touching it on my tongue.

The Geomje swallowed it reflexively.

But she didn’t know.

It is Nectar Gamma (?????? ?).

A drug, a weak medicine, and alcohol that addicts even the god created by the world’s best man from the legendary Millennium Flower.

More than anything….

Whoa!

“Hmm—?!?!”

A swordsman who was addicted to an extremely poison made from the blood of the most poisonous dragon in the world that took his life.

He rolled his eyes and arched his back as if he had reached the climax he had longed for with just a kiss.

Leaving his lips to hers.

Limon whispered.

“Master… no, Junryeo (??).”

It’s a nostalgic name.

Because I always called him teacher.

I couldn’t even put it into words until now.

However, because it was this moment, I had to call her name.

He couldn’t do it because it was the only way he could find and he knew that the Geomje would reject it.

But he actually did her a favor, something he should have done before hugging her.

So that she can never refuse.

Only after making you addicted to pleasure.

The moment I dared to say.

“Please be my bride.”

His platinum pupils.

It splits vertically…

?The pleasure of the Great Law of Yin-Yang Hwanhee engulfed the Sword Emperor, who absorbed the dragon psionics along with the nectar.