Chapter 80 – The Spirit Queen Wants a Kiss From Her Lover.

The sound of bamboo bouncing off the cutlery box stopped.

Perhaps it was after Yena’s climax fountain show, there was a strangely excited atmosphere around the table.

Those who were swept away by the atmosphere looked sideways at me and picked up the bamboo. The desire to somehow have a good experience with me came out.

Yuna was the last to catch the bamboo. At this point, she would have avoided her, but because of the way she behaved so naturally around her and the grace she felt for me, she continued to be swept away and held onto the bamboo.

Seeing her hands reaching out from all sides of her grasping her bamboo, she grabbed the one that was left of her.

In her tense atmosphere, those who went back to their seats simultaneously shouted who the queen was and checked the bamboo in her hand.

My bamboo number was 2.

This time, the queen was a different person. As she raised her head to check who it was, her eyes met Shia’s.

“Puhhh…”

Shia covered her mouth and laughed coquettishly, then held out the bamboo she was holding. It was bamboo with the queen’s mark engraved on it. She was the queen of this lottery.

As if she didn’t care about other people, she didn’t raise her voice to say that she was queen, as if I’d checked and she was enough.

She instead confirmed that she was the queen. From that moment on, she made eye contact with me and smiled at her all the time.

“This time, I’ll try using the box that Ispin prepared. I made it, but it’s a waste.”

She was conscious of Yuna’s gaze at her. Without calling her contractor as usual, she held out her hand towards the box placed in front of me. She seemed to have no intention of coming this way.

Sia, who had a smile on her face, took her box with both hands and moved closer.

“Ispin. What is your number?”
“Well? If there’s an opponent you want, guessing the number is the fun of this game.”

Shia didn’t answer and put her hand inside her box while still meeting her gaze. The paper with her orders rustled and moved.

Sia deliberately got up from her seat and leaned over to me, who was sitting across from her table and holding out her box. Her warm body temperature and her trademark fresh lemon scent drifted to the tip of her nose.

“Really? No contractor I know would ever let his woman hold hands with another woman?”

A confident voice tickled my ears. It was disgusting to seduce her by blowing her warm breath into her ears. If this was all a plan to awaken Yuna’s jealousy, he was a great strategist.

“For example. [The two of them massage each other’s breasts while kissing each other heartily] Written by the contractor, but what if you don’t know the number of the contractor?”

She burst out with a small laugh at her declaration to give up her number because she wanted to kiss me confidently.

Yes. This is my lover and contract spirit.

It was an effective provocation because he knew my personality very well. I’m sorry for Jena, Alhemina, and Miso, but they weren’t serious companions for me.

It was only Sia that made me care. In the future, if things go well as planned, Yuna and her saintess Angelica could be added to this?

Perhaps wanting to make sure that her courtship under the guise of blackmail worked, Sia held out her hand, which she hadn’t put in her box.

Silently, she was about to hand over the bamboo I picked, but in the mood for a little prank, she lightly pressed the tip of her nose with the bamboo before handing it to me.

“You know that threat didn’t work at all since Shia is the queen, right?”

Unless it’s an unusual command like Jena. In this game, it was a command she gave to anyone other than herself, her queen, so she took it for granted.

“Puhehe… You want to try it.”

This desperate thing.

“Ruler. My order is this. Number Two and the Queen will do what is written on this paper.”

As if it were natural, Shia picked out the order she had heard as an example and laid it down on her table. She was determined to punish the coquettish Shia with her kisses and the handjob of her breasts.

Sia cleaned the mattress, which was left with embarrassing marks from Yena’s love juice, with her magic. She then went to bed and tugged at her hand as she tried to sit down.

“Yes? What’s the matter?”

There was no need to use a mattress in the command [The two kiss each other’s tongues with each other’s heart, while massaging the other’s breasts.]

In terms of showing off, it felt better to have one person sitting on a chair and the other sitting on the thighs facing each other. So I sat down on her chair and patted my thigh and pulled her shea.

“Isn’t this better than a bed?”

Sia, who understood what she meant, sat down on her upper thighs as close to her body as possible, grabbed her shoulders with her two hands, and answered in a voice filled with happiness.

“Yes. Great.”

Now that you’ve got her in position, it’s time to make love.

Sia rubbed her cheek like a cat, then kissed her neck briefly. The moment her soft lips touched, she felt a chill.

As she thought about how to touch it, she also thought that it would be better to touch her skin directly rather than on her clothes. With her left hand, she firmly gripped Shia’s waist. Her right hand dug into her dress.

“Puhehe… Her hand movements are insidious. Contractor.”

Every time Sia whispered, her hot breath tickled the nape of her neck. She didn’t like being held still, so she kissed the white nape of her neck that appeared in front of her as if in return.

As they clung to each other, licking the nape of her neck and leaving lip marks, her right hand dutifully ran over Shia’s body and landed beneath her well-sized breasts.

As soon as she arrived, she didn’t do anything moody to grab her chest. Checking her bra with the space between her clothes and the nape of her neck, she pursed her lips tasting the nape of Sia’s neck.

“Did you deliberately choose this to be taken off?”

The pure white bra with lace embroidered on the cups was perfect for her lovely appearance when she smiled quietly.

But, as if asking her partner to take it off herself, her front hooked dot felt more risque than black or red underwear.

Instead of answering her, Sia opened her small mouth and bit her neck as if vampiric. The nape of her neck felt good against her warm, moist mucous membranes.

Tok. With a small sound from her, the bra that held Sia’s breasts together came loose. As if that was a signal, Shia put it on the nape of her neck, and she shifted to face each other.

She felt as if this time she would take off her bra, so she silently buried her face in the nape of her neck and sucked her side.

I heard the sound of a vest button being unbuttoned. The feeling of light pressure on her upper body disappeared, and this time she felt a hand caressing her belly or back from the top of her shirt.

She seemed to be contemplating whether to leave her clothes behind like I did and leave only her bra undone, or even take her clothes off. After her not long thought, Sia grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to pull it over her.

As the shirt and vest were tossed across the room by Sia, the cold night air touched her warm skin.

“A contractor like that insists on wearing black lace underwear on purpose. I was looking forward to it today.”

She spoke in a voice loud enough to be heard clearly by the others who were watching this place in silence, knowing that it was just a set of bras that matched her hair color.

It felt like a show off, as if he was the only one who could touch me without permission.

After a while, Sia skillfully took off the bra with her hands and was about to throw it somewhere in her room like her shirt, then threw it at Yuna as if she had a good idea.

Unexpectedly, Yuna took my bra, which was still warm, in her hand, and she was startled and didn’t know what to do. Shia didn’t care about her reaction and immediately reached her hand over my chest.

“Whoa…”

She immediately reacted to Sia’s touch, which her body had been waiting for, and her hot sigh leaked out. She stimulated her stiff nipples by gently rolling or scratching them with the tip of her index finger.

She just couldn’t take it. Even her hand, which was firmly supporting Shia’s waist, was inserted into her dress. She covered her hand with her right-sized breast, which was nice to touch.

He could feel the hard feel of the swollen nipples in her palms. He raised her head, caressing her with all her hands. As her eyes met Shia’s, her lips approached.

At first she moved her head slightly, enjoying the touch of her soft, moist lips rubbing against each other.

“Puhhh…”

Sia could not hold back her joyful laugh and opened her lips, biting her upper lip and sucking it. She naturally approached Sia’s lower lip, and she patted it with her tongue and sucked it.

At the sound of someone swallowing her breath, she opened her eyes, which had been closed as she was engrossed in kissing her, but at this moment, as if asking her to focus only on herself, I could only see Encia’s face in my field of vision.