Chapter 245 – Petunia Titi (9)

I had an obscene dream today too.

Today was a dream of having sex with Evan in the bathroom. The two of us were connected, covered in lather, and whenever I moved, the lather clung to my back and chest and ran down the tub. The bubbles we built up became an island and floated around, and Evan pushed me harder, saying that one ejaculation wasn’t enough.

After having such a dream, I practiced casually over and over again. Evan’s handsome face haunted me over and over again in her dreams and reality, and it broke my heart.

If you continue to burn firewood with a flame, one day it will heat up and catch fire.

The repeated obscene dreams and the ever-surging emotions finally broke down my body, and made it difficult to control the sexual desire that surged every morning.

“Ha… ! Ugh… !”

What woke my body in the morning was neither Elena’s alarm nor the village bell ringing outside the window. Just plain lust. A fierce sexual desire that could not come and go while on fire was shaking and tormenting my body.

“Ah! Evaan… ! You have to go to training soon… ! Hehe… ! Yes!”

“Are you okay. Wait a minute, how are you?”

When I tried to calm myself down somehow, I could clearly hear the sound of lewd people having sex next to me. The man rocking her waist like a monkey was Evan, and the woman underneath him moaning was Elena.

“Ah… ! Fucking Evan from behind… ! Good… ! Alas!”

“Ji, beasts… ! Hehe… !”

Even as I said that, I despised myself for listening to her voice. In spite of his contempt, it annoyed me that my movements wouldn’t stop.

“Ha… ! Sorry… ! Hehe… ! Oops… ! Oh no… !”

I bit off the blanket and put my hand inside my pants. The thin nightgowns reflected the outlines of my fingers in the moonlight, adding to the lewd atmosphere. The thick flesh bit my finger tightly and didn’t let go even as the water dripped on it and rubbed against it.

“Ah… ! Ugh… ! Joe, just a little… !”

For several days, I have been dreaming continuously. In a dream so obscene that my body was drenched, I reached the point where I couldn’t tell the difference between reality and dream. Is it a dream that I am masturbating now? Aren’t those moments when I whispered that I love Evan really my heart?

“Bo, Wolf…!”

I tried to force myself to climax by calling Wolf’s name, but every time I did, only his filthy face and shabby genitals came to mind. How unpleasant it is to have a man come to my mind who has nothing to excite me. Right before reaching the climax, at this moment when I was feeling down like a bird about to fall and my anger was rising, I had no choice but to gnash my teeth and call out Evan’s name.

“Evaan… ! Ah… ! Ah… !”

Along with Evan’s name, the memories of the dreams we shared with him continued to haunt my mind. It was because we had made love several times in our dreams. The outline of the cock I witnessed the other day hit my lower stomach, lifted my body, and trampled in all sorts of places.

“Town… ! Ugh… !”

I suppressed a moan and continued to move my hand. When I imagined Evan spreading my legs and fucking me wildly, I could feel his body tremble spontaneously every time he bumped into my back. Indeed, when he pushed his finger deep into it as if he were driving it and stirred it, it spewed out love juices and made a vulgar sound like the water of an overflowing valley.

“Eww… ! Town… ! Oh no… ! Town… !”

I vowed not to fall into Evan’s clutches, but now I was masturbating while calling Evan’s name.

“Ah, eh, Evan… ! More, more… !”

I wanted to believe that the voice came from Elena’s mouth. At the end of my imaginary Evan, I stretched out his waist, waving his fingers deeper than ever, calling his name. With his legs apart, his back floated up, his eyes were white, and his voice was not coming out properly.

“Ah, ah, ah… ! Aaaaa!”

A pleasure never experienced before. I screamed and fell back under the covers, still hearing Elena and Evan’s voices from the next room. I wiped the sweat from my brow, caressing the cracks in me that still wanted something.

“Ha… ! Ah… !”

Lack. My lower body was throbbing, wanting stimulation thicker and deeper than my fingers.

“I can’t… ! Me, I have someone I like… !”

I knew it was already over with Wolf. However, the sense of mission that she couldn’t like Evan kept preventing her from letting go of Wolf. I shook my head and put my hand down again. Right now, Elena doesn’t come to wake me up, and no one in the mansion cares about my moaning.

I continued to caress the cracks and get lost in my anguish.

“Ah… ! Ugh… ! Ah!”

How long can I last?

Could this really be the limit?

If Evan suddenly attacks me, can I stop him?

Can you firmly push him away?

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Petunia Titi has reached her limit. I could be sure of that. Her face was always red from the last training session, and she didn’t tell us more about her dreams. She took it for granted that her own body was being trampled upon in her dreams, like her subordinate slave.

And, she was trying hard to endure the weak crush and sexual desire that arose as a result of the dream, but that was impossible with her poor patience.

“How are you today?”

“Uh, huh? What, what?”

“How is my posture?”

“Uh, uh. Good. Very good. Do it.”

She couldn’t even concentrate on training. She said she was watching my workouts, but she was scanning my thighs and between my legs all day. Occasionally, when I stretched her back to reveal her abs, or showed me kissing Sophia, she let out an involuntary moan, sticking her tongue out like a horned bitch.

“Ah… !”

Then, thinking I hadn’t heard, he looked around in amazement, then put his hands behind his back and wiggled his fingers as if nothing had happened.

The obscene sexual desire hidden in her series of actions was already known to everyone in the mansion.

It was an open secret that I masturbated every morning because I couldn’t stand my sex drive these days, and it was positive news that I called my name every time I masturbated. In the eyes of Miliana Sophia, now Petunia Titi said that she was at a level where she would accept even if I suddenly attacked her.

I also agreed with the two demons.

A type like Petunia Titi never pushes me first out of pride. No matter how lustful she was, she was a woman who would rather choose the option to solve it by herself somehow.

A proud woman had to be given an excuse.

For example, a violent story like I attacked first.

I thought so and raised my head. Petunia Titi, who did nothing, was red on her face and her lips were wet. He stared at me, rubbing his tight-fitting shorts, then flinched when he felt my gaze on him.

“What, what is it? What’s the matter.”

“Shall we do this much today?”

“Uh, that, yes.”

Petunia Titi acted like someone with low self-esteem. She awkwardly nodded her head, told me to wash up first, and went up to her room. I said, staring at her ass going up the stairs.

“TT. I have something to discuss later.”

“Consulting?”

“Can I go to your room?”

Petunia Titi’s face turned red. She must have thought of various possibilities in the word counseling. But she didn’t have the option of saying no to her. A signboard named ‘Alliance’ attached to the boiling sexual desire anyway

Every element of her was screaming at her to nod her head.

Petunia Titi rolled her eyes and looked me over, then nodded her head and said in a low voice.

“Yes, it doesn’t matter.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

I responded to her with her laugh, then went into her shower to retrieve her towel. Petunia Titi’s face as she climbs the stairs excites me with a strange mix of anticipation and fear. I rubbed my cock with soapy foam and resisted the urge to ejaculate.

I swore that I would pour all the remaining semen I couldn’t pour out today into the elf’s womb.

And he vowed not to stop ejaculating her until Petunia Titi had completely given in and was pregnant.

It could be said that this was a match with pride as an incubus.

Can you conquer the elves with only sex techniques?

Now the die had been cast.

I wiped my cock with savage determination.

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