Chapter 281 – 281. Yojo Bandit

How many men can remain calm when Zhuge Hwa-yeon, with his legs straight and his groin open, asks for his pure white body.

Baek-un also felt the painful rush of blood as her penis stiffened, and walked on her knees on her bed and approached her. A very natural contact, as if they had a mutual attraction.
As if it were a law of nature for a male and female to become a pair, his meat stick pointed its tip into the hole in the female body.

Baekwoon, who was hugging Jegal Hwa-yeon with both arms with his thighs that gave him a healthy beauty, said nothing at the moment, lowered his waist.

Churreuk!

No matter how much the water flowed, it was not a piercing sound, but the sound of friction with the water.

‘As expected, it’s a Geumgang pussy, so tightening is a great weapon.’

There is no hymen, but as if proving that an inexperienced virgin is right, indiscriminate tightness wraps around the cock. However, the constriction of the foreign-gong master who reached the diamond was unusual, perhaps because even the pussy was powerful.

However, Baekwoon soon faced an unexpected situation.

“Haha! …I’m sorry. I’m sorry, the sky.”
“Hwa, Hwa-yeon?”

She reached the end of her cervix without getting blocked and let out a short moan at the thick, long cock pounding on her, and she started to shed dewy tears. Baekwoon’s heart fluttered at the sight of him shedding tears out of nowhere.
Couldn’t it be that he stabbed himself so roughly that he couldn’t stand the pain and cried.

In that short instant, Jegal Hwa-yeon spoke in a tearful voice to him, who had many delusions, but was hesitant, unsure of any of them.

“To Sanggong… I have to give the hymen to Sanggong.
“…”
“I’m sorry, the sky…!”

Maybe that’s nothing to be sorry about.

He sincerely thought so. It is said that most female warriors often have their hymen torn while training martial arts.
How can it not be so, since it is a rough roll of a body that has been strengthened by using internal energy. It is said that even though it is just horseback riding, it sometimes tears.

‘Rather, my women are more strange.’

Na Ye-rin’s hymen, which had been torn in half, was restored, and the twins Eun Seol-bo and Eun-seol-ji had strong yin energy, so her hymen was quite strong.
In addition, Sima Yeoryeong became a goblin from a young age and was strong, and her Namgung Soo-ah was less violent and did not tear as it was restrained, like a sword dance rather than violent.
Eon Seo-jin practiced the taboo great law of downhill from long ago on his own body, and it became an adamantine Buddha so that it could not be torn apart.

If there was an exception, she was a married woman and gave birth to her twins, so Eun-seol Baek-baek, who naturally had no hymen, did not have a hymen among Baek-un’s women.

‘Besides, it’s Hwayeon who has learned foreign skills. It’s normal not to have one.’

Having tempered herself with her external skills rather than her internal ones, she must have rolled her body more harshly. So it is only natural that the hymen is torn long ago and leaves no traces. If it had endured the monstrous martial arts training called Sangunji Goegong and maintained its shape, it would be a steel curtain, not a hymen.

She herself also achieved strength equal to that of Geumgang, even her water, but she calmed her down, thinking that it would be difficult to break through if there was a hymen that did not tear in the ball of the mountain mass.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s not like it was torn while creating Sangunji Goegong.”
“Yeah, but…”

Jegal Hwa-yeon said, still unable to suppress the sound of crying.

“Because I thought I couldn’t give Sanggong a hymen, I felt so guilty… I, I’m over 1,000 years old, but Sanggong is the same age as he was when he was in his prime…! I don’t know how to get rid of this…!”

King of kings. Gibberish.
It was clearly an attitude not seen in her usual appearance as she muttered her excuses to Baekwoon in a way that fit the expression exactly.

Baek-un did not like that she, who had always been a proud heroine, was being so weak towards him.

As the King of Green Forest, Jegal Hwa-yeon stood head-on without ever backing down even against Baekho or Do-ol. Seeing the heroine who only believes in her own body and fights so weakly in front of him made it seem like it was his own fault.
Feeling very uncomfortable about it, Baek-woon ponders what to do to prevent her from harboring such feelings any longer.

Prick.

She decided to just cover up the guilt with her pleasure.

“Huh?”
“Hwayeon.”

With one of her legs draped over her own shoulder, she stands with the other one of her legs, holding her genitals firmly with her arms to keep her from falling.

He said, burying her face in her tall breastbone looking down at herself and drinking in the scent of her flesh.

“I didn’t give it to another man, it just broke the thin film, so why are you blaming yourself so much and beating yourself up. You don’t like that, so don’t do it.”
“That, Chiman… Haang?!”

Prick. Prick. Prick.

When she tries to show signs of her denial again, he doesn’t give her a break, but he bounces around her waist, hugs her elastic body, and thrusts his dick. Because of her posture, even though it was less than her weak point, the anus, Jegal Hwa-yeon was helplessly disturbed by the pleasure of her vaginal wall being scratched strangely.
Jegal Hwa-yeon bursts out a moan from her mouth as she blankly stares at him sucking her fat with the momentum of burying her face in her own breasts with her enchanted face.

A very sensitive state. She couldn’t stand the forceful thrusting of her thick, long, and hard cock into the hole where her vaginal wall was bent because of her posture.

“Haah! Heo, ah, Ah …!”

In fact, this kind of self-reproach happened because the common sense of Jegal Hwa-yeon, not a mountain soldier, was at odds with the present world.

The Magyeong, where Jegal Hwa-yeon and her parents lived well, is a world of possibilities that Moorim might have had.

But, of course, it was more peaceful because it was a world without a demonic world.
Should we say that the change of water was late and that the flow of generations faced the change late?

In other words, it is a world with a lot of old people and an extremely outdated way of thinking. To give an example of the difference, if Na Ye-rin, who was the head of Shaolin Temple and was the head of Shaolin Temple in this world, would have been illegal and nabal, and would have attacked Baekun a long time ago.
In fact, there is a record that Na Ye-rin, after the sword sword of Maehwa, attacked Baek-un, who had just become her disciple, and ended up dating her.

After all, she longs for herself so much that she is old and has no hymen… The method is a little too much, no, it is quite lascivious and vulgar, but with encouragement, how can you have negative thoughts?
Negative thoughts flowed out like a broken waterway, and a sense of fulfillment took place there, which was newly filled with the comfort of her husband-to-be.

“Haaaaang! Haaaaang!”
“100 million?”

She suddenly embraces herself and frantically bounces her lower body, hitting her cock in time for the cock.

At that moment, Baekwoon shed an impression like a dying breath at the pleasure that came up like crazy.

No matter how hard one party tries, the best results do not come out. No matter how much energy and great nourishment the male side has, even if its skills are also sky-high.
But suddenly, she reacted violently to her bite and bounced her lower body, and the pleasure multiplied several times.

Poking poking poking poking!

“Haauuuuu! Heung-ohos! Sa, the sky… The sky…! The lips, a little… Hueup!?”
“Churup. Churleup. Churup.”
“…Side.

He was taller than Baekwoon, and now he was standing on his knees on the bed, bouncing his back, so his eye level was a bit lower. When he lowered her head and put out her lips, he bit her breast as if he was going to suck something like a mosquito.
Except for the fact that she hadn’t taken care of her but her body was so strong that she could feel a few scars that hadn’t gone away, her soft and plump lips were even moist.

But he, on the contrary, had a rough tongue, which occasionally stung.
The white tiger is a beast type. Among them, because it is a cat-type monster, its tongue is a bit rougher than that of Maehwa Sword.

Conversely, Zhuge Hwa-yeon felt like a pillar of fire was coming in and out whenever his hotly pulsating cock pierced her vagina, but ironically, the feeling of being scratched was nothing short of refreshing.

As her wife, as if to make her husband’s genitals feel as pleasant as possible, she gives strength to her lower body partly as if imitating the Chinese room technique she had never learned.

Of course, like a beginner, he had no special message at the peak of his skill, which was lax.
Recognizing that she was working so hard for herself, Baekwoon was very satisfied.

“Fuhaaa. Hwayeon, it’s cheap…!”
“Yes, yes! The seeds of the sky, inside me…!!”

The situation is still far away, but we are adjusting the lacking parts with color balls. Baekwoon vomited out his emotions in line with the pussy that was tightening up like that and complaining that it would leave soon.

Beaureureus. Wow wow.
Fush shot.

“Kuhuhuhhh…!!”
“Kheu! Ah, Mr. It’s fucking good…!”

Taste the paradise as if you had ascended to heaven once.
After enjoying the afterglow, the two came to their senses and looked at each other at the same time without anyone saying anything.

No words were needed after that.

***

It was the morning of the next day with a new woman named Jegal Hwa-yeon.

“Ummm… Uhm.”

The chirping of birds early in the morning became a wake-up call and tickled his ears, so Baekun, who woke up, got up from his seat with a slightly disfigured face.
Her tall woman, lying flat beside her, was proud of her plump skin, unlike him, so that her luster could be clearly seen. Seeing her sleeping well, Baekun smiled bitterly at her, as if her sleep deprivation was her woman’s enemy.

“It’s… Hard.”

Sexual intercourse last night was definitely a victory for herself.

He didn’t faint, and Jegal Hwa-yeon ended up falling asleep as if passing out due to excessive climax.

I vividly recall the scene of last night.

‘I’m glad I went to the hot spring.’

At the end, the excitement rose, and the hot spring bath seemed to be a piece of conversion.

But even if she won, she wouldn’t win.

If Jegal Hwa-yeon had compromised and collapsed because it was the first night, it was because Baek-un continued to squirt his semen with the momentum to squeeze it out.
There are no physical problems, but the mental fatigue has accumulated too much.

At least until she imprinted her vulva, she would continue to spend her night life with her.

“Whoa. Shall we get up?”

I wanted to get some more sleep, but I just woke up.
I got out of bed thinking that I should go to the kitchen and get some light breakfast for Jegal Hwa-yeon.

Leaving her room without making a sound to wake her up, he crossed the corridor of the inn, which he had completely memorized, and headed towards the dining room.

Arriving at the restaurant from such an early morning, he was shocked at the moment. It was because the air waves exploding from the cafeteria were so severe that they could hardly be attributed to a rogue.
Could it be that Yeo Dong-bin started the Yeokcheonhoe?

One of the three thrones, Yellow Dragon, was killed, so it was impossible to rule out the possibility that he moved with a sense of crisis bearing the reaction.
Baek-woon, who had been rotting to the point of rotting his feet, stiffened as he tried to enter the scene unfolding in the restaurant.

“You two-armed bastard! You fell for the woman who turned this father into a one-armed fool?!”
“Father! We seriously like each other! Allow us!”
“That’s right! Our inner compatibility is good!”
“…No, don’t say that.”
“Uh uh uh uh! The back, the back of the neck…!”

Hwangryong uses her Dokgo as a shield to speak out against her, and Dokgoja puts her behind her and draws her sword in front of her, desperately blocking her Dokgo Jin.
And even Dokgo-jin, whose veins stand out as if he was going to send them across the Jordan River, and eventually grabs the back of his neck and stomps with momentum.

“Iggy Murko.”

Is this a morning play that is so dead-end?