Chapter 91 – Magic Tower (9)

Intoxication does not discriminate against time.

“Uh… !”

After the meal, we put our arms around each other and cautiously moved in one direction. The woman was smiling pleasantly, waving her hand in the air as if pointing at her house. I held on to her body, pretending to follow her body the way she wanted, and setting her course.

I was moving to the inn where I am now staying. The woman said to me with her arms crossed.

“Where are we going now?”

“Go rest. Because you took a lot After taking a little break, we move again.”

“Get some rest? I-I can still walk. Look.”

As she said that, she let go of my hand. While unconsciously using magic, a strong force pushed me away. I could feel her force pushing me and be sure she was really drunk. The woman staggered along the sidewalk in a staggering dance, leaning her body against the wall and waving her hands in the air.

“Now, like this… ! Ah… !”

I thought that she would fall over at any moment, so I held her by the arm and spoke kindly to her.

“Well, are you drunk? Just hold my hand.”

“Oh, no… ! Because I’m not that drunk… !”

As she said that, she shook her head. When he was sober, his ferocious face had loosened up and he was making a cuter and prettier expression than he thought. Wasn’t it because of her sharp-edged personality like a hedgehog that she hadn’t been able to date her?

“I’m not drunk… !”

He shook her head and lifted her up as she kept trying to move on her own. She felt like she would break anything if she let her move. She put her hand inside her lap as if she were hugging a princess, and supported her back with the other hand.

“Ah… !”

She closed her hands and looked at me with round eyes. The woman’s eyes sparkled, and her reddened cheeks seemed not only because of drunkenness. I looked at her and gave her a grin.

“Shall we go get some rest?”

“…Yes.”

She nodded her head like her puppet and humbly snuggled into my arms, shyly wiggling her fingers. He didn’t ask where I was taking him. She was just going to be eaten herself, like an animal entering a slaughterhouse without knowing its fate, without imagining the future she would face.

Old but clean entrance. The caretaker was sitting in the guard’s office dozing off, and the weekend guests were enjoying their youth outside. I hugged her woman body and started climbing her stairs.

“Uh, where are you going?”

The woman, slightly awake, asked me a question in a slightly frightened tone. I said as I stroked her hair.

“Get some rest.”

“Ah…”

There was no way he didn’t know what the word rest meant. She was a desperate woman who wanted a man who would come into her arms at any time, even if her body was chaste. Her reason, clouded by alcohol, shook her head.

“No, I do not want?”

Okay. It’s because of the alcohol. Because of their intoxication, they easily nod to this simple temptation. Alcohol makes excuses for people very easily. A female expression floats on her face with blank eyes and subtle expectations, and she gently shakes her head.

Then, he did not add a corny explanation that he would go up. She dropped it off and let her feet climb the stairs herself. As I headed toward her room, I could feel her arm gripping mine tightly, tightening it like a noose. Fear of first experiences.

A deviation that breaks what has been protected so far.

Her movements contained a lot, and I couldn’t stand the itching of my body.

When I grabbed her doorknob, she took my arm in her arms really tight. It felt like they were trying to stop me from opening this door. But the subtle anticipation on her face convinced me that she would not refuse.

I opened the door and saw a small but neat accommodation. In the neatly cleaned room, the woman moved her steps with a more tense and firm expression than anyone else.

“Ah…”

She took off her shoes and stepped on the soft carpet.

The woman turned her head to and fro as if to scan the room closely. If you look through this room, there are still traces of living together with someone. Women’s clothes were hanging on her hangers, the scent of a woman who couldn’t fly in the hostel where men stayed alone, and 3 toothbrushes in the bathroom.

Three pajamas were also prepared.

When you first realize that a man has a lot of women, he gets sober. The reason that woke up at once made me judge reality coldly, and from then on, the opportunity for me to approach this woman disappeared.

“Huh… ! Hmm… ! Huh… !”

So I gently hugged her and kissed her. So that she wouldn’t be startled by her hit too hard, and I wouldn’t be pursued if she reflexively pushed away. Our lips met, and the unique scent of champagne tickled my nose.

“Hmm… ! Ugh… ! Joy… !”

Looking at me with wide open eyes, he seemed to be trying to push me away with his arm, but before he knew it, the hand holding my clothes swayed like a pendulum and then drooped, and the other hand wrapped around my waist and closed my eyes. Her permission signal dropped and my hand gently ran over her breasts. Every time I touched her, her body trembled as if she had received an electric shock.

The images that were so familiar to me passed by in succession.

Grabbing her breasts, she turns her body halfway around her, naturally digging her lips and making her back up her back. He throws her body onto her bed, takes off her top, climbs on top of her gasping for air, and shuts her mouth once again.

Unreasonable acts continued in succession.

Her fingertips, which were rubbing her breasts, naturally unbuttoned the buttons one by one, and when I took off her tight underwear, her rather voluminous breasts appeared in front of me. I wonder if she thinks it’s ugly or embarrassing, I crossed her hands to cover her breasts, and I grabbed her arms and started caressing her nipples.

“Ah… ! Ah… !”

A sweet sigh flowed from the woman’s mouth at the sensation she had tasted for the first time in her life. As I watched her reaction, I moved her lips down, which were digging into her nipples. As I moved from her breasts to her belly, she tickled my head, and I pressed my lips together again and placed my hand on her hip.

“Hmm… ! Town… !”

He shifted his fingertips from stroking her ass to running between her legs.

“Pha… ! Ah… !”

My underwear was wet. As I ran my fingers lightly over her nostrils, her body twitched and groaned.

Those contradictory eyes that fear what’s next and at the same time look forward to what will happen next. Those watery, pleasure-soaked eyes didn’t predict what I was going to do in the slightest.

I grabbed her chest and at the same time pulled the bag that had fallen under the mattress with my other hand. I continued caressing her lower body so that her gaze could not be directed downward, and searched for her marble.

Pitch black beads. When the marbles I’d been carrying since our date held in my hand, sporting a sleek feel, I used the snap of my wrist to flick the marbles and let them roll over the mattress. The marble rolled between the woman’s slightly spread legs, and when it touched my opposite hand, I grabbed the marble and started blowing demonic energy.

“Hmm… ! Huh?”

The woman’s expression was stained with wonder. Even vaguely drunk, she sensed my demonic energy. After looking at me for a moment with her strange eyes, the woman felt a strange vibration between her legs and tried to lift her face.

“Hey, what…”

I sensed her suspicions. I had to act quickly.

“It will make you feel better. Do not worry.”

Vibrating beads trembling, I took off her panties halfway.

“Oh… !”

Startled, she delayed her movements, pondering whether to open or close her legs, and I pressed her vibrating orb down over the open crack.

Woo woo woo woo-!

“Haha! Ah… ! Oh… ! What, what… ! Aww! I don’t like this… ! Aaaaah!”

The response was beyond expectations. The bead, which was wedged between her soft cracks, was simultaneously teasing her mucous membrane and clitoris, giving her never-before-seen pleasure.

“Uhhh! Hee hee profit! Ah, ah ah… ! Shi, I don’t like… ! Ahhh… ! Shi, I don’t like it… ! Ah…!”

He is tearing at the mattress and stretching his legs. Her juices were sprayed like a squirt gun between her spread legs, and it seemed as if she was having a fight with an imaginary opponent while moving her waist.

“Aww… ! Ah… ! Ahhhhh… ! No, my magic is running out… ! Aww… ! How… !”

Even as her head throbbed with pleasure, she was acutely aware of the abnormality taking place in her body. But my tongue was playing with her breasts, and my fingers were busy working on her marbles while digging through her cracks, so I couldn’t explain it to her.

“Haaaaagh! Ah… ! Ahhh… ! Aww… ! Mmm, my head is weird… ! Ah… ! Eh, my magic is running out… ! Eh, it shouldn’t be like this… !”

Her cracks flare as she lifts her lower back higher. Her body trembled as her juices poured again between her legs, and then she propped herself up on her toes before she collapsed and exhaled. Still her beads were vibrating briskly, and the woman was looking at me with her eyelids quivering.

“Ah… ! Ugh… ! Versus… ! This… !”

“How are you feeling?”

Since she seemed to have her sanity left to speak, I continued rubbing her marbles between her cracks. The feeling of exhaustion and the pleasure that dominated her body at the same time drained her mind. As the beads rubbed once again on the sensitive mucous membranes at the climax, the woman reached her climax, twisting her waist.

“Mi, I believed it…! Ah… ! Ah… ! Aaaaang!”

Spread legs. A pussy that seduces me and puckers. I climbed on top of her, rubbing my erect cock.

“Get some rest.”

“Ugh… ! Ugh… !”

“I will have to work hard tomorrow.”

While whispering to her