Chapter 95 – Vampire Princess’ MT Day 2 – End of Erotic Esthetic
It was common knowledge that when massaging a poor girl, one had to be careful not to squeeze the pussy too much while making a decision, so that the spurted love juice would shoot out like water magic.
So, originally, I had to pull the panties lightly to prevent them from contaminating the room with love juice, but today, unfortunately, there was nothing to stop them because they were wearing paper panties.
While contemplating a substitute, inside Seri’s half-open locker, she saw the high-performance sportswear she was proud of just a moment ago. I reached out and pulled out the clothes inside.
Pussy massage is also a kind of exercise, so isn’t it possible to dirty the sportswear? It’s okay if you wash it. There was also a revolutionary machine here that did not require the use of a wizard called a washing machine, so I thought it was okay to get dirty.
I tossed it at a distance where the juice could reach, spread it out, and looked at the long-awaited soft view. With her index and middle fingers, she gripped the mounds on either side of her cunt like tongs.
If you press it once and release it, you can feel the soft texture like the outside. It’s a little less than the chest, but I gave it 3 out of 5 for satisfaction.
5 was given only to my lovers, and 4 was the upper limit that kids like Alhemina and Miso could reach.
While feeling the addicting softness, with the other hand, I hit the thigh that was trying to close again and again, leaving a red handprint.
“Higgs… Kkeutss…”
She moaned in pain but made no attempt to kick or kick her. It seems that the reason why I realized the futility of trying such things was because of my upper body, which had no intention of loosening up no matter how much I struggled.
As her legs calmed down, she even used her hand, which had been checking the cunt’s softness, to open the bitten cunt wide open to see the clear pink flesh.
She did the same when masturbating a moment ago, but the entrance to her cunt was narrow because she didn’t put her finger in, so it seemed like she had to slowly get used to it, starting with her little finger.
“Ah… What the hell are you doing…”
“Five…”
I let out a startled voice as I carefully inserted her fingernails into her so as not to scratch her insides. Seri asked back as if she knew what was going on but she didn’t want to believe it.
If I had to say it, it would only hurt my mouth, so I ignored it neatly and pushed my little finger inside while forcibly pushing the pressure of the tight biting pussy.
She bit her little finger hard, as if to prove that her hard-worked tightness was a good pussy.
“Hak, haugh, hauuu…”
She took a deep breath and gently rubbed the thighs she had slapped to calm Se-Ri, who kept straining on her belly. When he stroked her, he seemed to lose his strength, but when his pinky finger moved even a little bit, he tightened it up again.
“How much do you like naughty things, how do you bite your fingers and not let go?”
She deliberately encouraged her shame in a loud voice, pretending to be a muttering to herself, but audible to her opponent. Before answering no, he wiggled his fingers inside, stimulating his insides.
In order to further torment Seri, who had become a bobim doll who had no choice but to gasp as she was stimulated, he found her weakness while harassing the inside of her pussy with her little finger.
Every time her weakness was revealed, her waist shook greatly, and while rubbing it with an emphasis on that spot, she kept her weakness one peak at a time so that it would remain strongly in her mind that this was your weakness.
Thanks to this, she was exposed to all the weaknesses that appeared when she reached the state of extreme sexual excitement, and when she was in a state where her love juice spurted out just by touching her, Se-ri’s neck was completely gone.
As if it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the sportswear I used as a drip tray was good for absorption, I luckily succeeded in getting all of them, but it was as damp as the towel on the chair.
“Then, the first stage of the massage is over. Next, I’ll go to the second stage, the finish.”
When I was notified that it wasn’t over yet, even the slightest bit of vitality in Seri’s eyes disappeared. Seeing Se-Ri, who seemed to have surrendered to the current, loosened her legs that were tightening her torso.
Then she brought a small round chair next to the tax collector who was lying down looking at the sky and sat down near her navel. Spreading her arms out, her left hand gripped her breasts, and her right hand opened her soft, relaxed gaze.
She squeezed her hand on her breast hard enough to feel the pain and focused her consciousness there. Opening her palms, she spread her fingers slightly between them. Then she moved at the speed of petting a cute doll or animal, tapping her nipples.
“Heegueuuuuu…”
She groaned in a hoarse voice and twitched her body.
Even Minji, who said she was in the track and field team, couldn’t stand it this far, but her physical strength and mental strength were worth living as high as she was aiming for a hunter. Even if Bora and Minji attacked at the same time, wouldn’t it be the one who attacked her because she was exhausted and fell out?
Contrary to her mind, of course, her erogenous zones were developed with a crappy rug worse than Alhemina, who squirts her juices out when she presses on her nipples.
Next, she played with her index finger on the clitoris of her cunt that spurted out her love juice. She matched the timing of stimulating her nipples, or conversely, deliberately staggered the beat and put her magical power into Seri’s body.
Looking at the channel through which her magical power flows, it seems that she has not learned how to use her magical power systematically, so she uses even the few magical powers clumsily, relying on her feelings and senses.
Even if her roots are the same, she can’t use the method I, a vampire, use as it is, so I decided to try using the method that Miso taught Jena and the others.
The magic that radiated from her cunt straightened up and down the jagged mess of magic channels, traveling along her back, past her hipbones, waist, and shoulders, reaching the top of her head.
This time, the mana that reached the tip of her head traveled down her eyes, nose, and uvula, down to her chest, stomach, and even her pussy where the mana started.
The mana went back and forth between her pussy and her head once, changing what had been a bumpy road with lots of gravel until now to a straight road paved with bricks. She felt that even if she did this, she would have no shortage of targeting the Hunter.
Unlike the previous two, Se-Ri, who hadn’t rubbed it to the point of depravity, so that hostility might remain, suddenly the light returned to her eyes.
“Heh, heh… Ispin… Mr.. Magical power..”
Seri, her body limp from her countless climaxes, looked back at herself and at me again and again, perplexed.
“They called this magical sojucheon. I’ll do the same magic again, so follow me.”
As the mana circled the tip of her head and her cunt once, I could feel the clumsily chasing mana. After repeating that, Seri’s expression, which had been sagging from exhaustion, became more and more comfortable, and she was able to circle her mana on her own without my guidance.
“Did I say massage?”
Se-Ri’s hostility disappeared, and her awkwardness remained, she asked cautiously.
“You should have told me that it would be like this from the beginning.”
“Would you have heard me? You mean you have to torture her pussy to your heart’s content, drain her body of strength, and then enter someone else’s magic power to reverse the channel through which the magic power you’ve been using so far has flowed?”
It was clear that she probably treated her as a bitch. She must have reacted furiously since she was serious about wanting to be a hunter.
She averted her gaze, as if she thought so too.
Now, when it seemed like she would miss her free time in the morning if she didn’t go to wash, Se-ri got up from the chair she was lying on with a grunt.
She stumbled up on the locker with one hand and shouted at the sight of her back as she walked, dripping her juices.
“How did you feel?”
“…I don’t know!”
She thought that she would lightly click her tongue and use Bora and Minji to attack her to finish her fall. She thought she would take a chance just by letting them know that Se-ri had no objection to having sex with women.
Originally, the bobim I learned late was more terrifying.
“Um… But do I have to clean up after myself?”
There were a lot of things to clean up secretly, from towels and sportswear that were soaked, to chairs that were left with moisture, and even the juice that flowed all the way to the floor because the towel couldn’t absorb it all.
Although she felt annoyed, she couldn’t show this scene to others, so she put the towel in the common laundry basket and the sportswear in the bag that Seri had brought.
As I was tidying up, my clothes were wet, as if I had sweated from the massage without even realizing it. Since it was shared clothes, I put it in the laundry basket like a towel and went into the shower room where the tax collector was washing.
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“Sera! I told you to exercise moderately.”
When Bora said something to Seri, who returned with a very tired expression on her face, she nodded her head moderately and buried her body on the sofa.
She was the only one who saw the gaze pouring down on me, who followed me, and smiled moderately, then went to Bora and whispered that she would be able to rub it too.
She laughed inwardly as she saw Bora, who completely changed her scolding attitude, clinging to her next to her asking if she was tired.
