Chapter 674

Chapter 674: Midsummer islands 3

“The Seven Star Islands are too tidal to swim. There’s a better island to the west. I can’t see a rock standing outside the cove and trying to peek in a telescope from the ship. The cove is too shallow to drown.”

Galatia lets him draw cluttered nautical charts on the ground.

“Of course people don’t live there, and they don’t gush demons because they’re well-ventilated. My favorite island.”

“You liked it, and you can’t move the ship alone. We all go there every time?

“If you ride the tide, you can even go by boat from the red whale. Marman, I need you to sign me out and send me home.”

“Merman sign?”

“Make noises in the ocean. Hit me three, five, three, five times in order, and Marman will come by around here. So, if I pay you a little, you’ll lead the boat. Even with the shitty currents, Marman can pull the boat forcefully and pull it out, so it’s safe.”

“Wow…”

Or does it interact that way, Marman?

“My dad really pisses me off about that. If you count on the power of Marman, you’ll start insulting the ocean.”

“… somehow I feel like I know”

“But I’m doing the deal right with the deal, and I can feel it moving every Bloody Orca, saying I want to swim by myself… don’t you think I have a choice?

“… refrain from commenting for the first time you know”

The circumstances and creed of each parent and child naturally exist, and it’s not a matter for me to rule on a few days of dating, even if I’ve totaled it up to now.

In the first place, I can’t really answer you when you tell me what you know about the ocean. I grew up perfectly land and I’ve barely even been on a boat.

“Anyway, if that’s where you’re best suited to swim and play, I guess that means you’re gonna go there first”

That’s what Angelos sums it up.

“If we’re in the North Forest, we should just let each other flow where we’re seen.”

“Speaking of the North Forest, there’s something strangely tolerant about bumpy encounters in the water bath.”

“We don’t even meet each other so often in the woods. Because stories like what you see and don’t see are called sins and it’s silly to pursue them.”

“… withered or something”

“When it comes to sex, there has to be somewhere tolerant. Even the elves are a race of low libido. I just detest those things so that I don’t even know how to remove my feathers when it comes to having trouble. … water on the burning stone, in view of the tragedy on that street.”

“… uh”

Laughing bitterly at Irina’s words.

It may also be close in some ways that female water peeking is not regarded as much of a sin in polka.

In order to form a calm society, it is difficult for a woman to seem to invite a man without vision, but that is why she ceases to polish herself both ways, when the opportunity to react to a woman’s charm is just taken away.

Somewhere you need a place to show off your charm as a woman. Although it is each active or passive.

“It’s also unfair that women are just being seen when we talk about that point of view.”

Mr. Gloria wraps his arms around him and becomes Heh’s handwriting mouth.

But Mr. Hilda seriously argues for it.

“That’s a social structure problem, isn’t it? If a woman is allowed to pick a man and pick such a shape, though a man will also be on the side of being seen.”

“Wherever in the North Forest, you mean women are only the chosen ones. I don’t have a choice.”

“Even if you can choose, it’s hard to compare the value of a man just because you see him naked. Choosing the size of your dick is nonsense. Something that will win the Auga solo.”

“Uh, if you ask me… it’s not like you’re going to stay gingy while you bathe in the water to choose in shape. If he had an erection, he’d be gay.”

“Besides, even if your dick is ideal, it’s totally different when it comes to having sex of your choice…”

“Yeah, you can’t pick a guy naked. If you’re talking about whether or not you’re having a good body without a dick in the first place, you don’t have to peek to take it off for a man.”

“So a reverse peek is a culturally difficult part to breed.”

Mr. Gloria and Mr. Hilda are somehow convinced by the hundred battle smells.

And Luna stuck with me for a word, as she pioneered into a somewhat troublesome argument.

“I don’t care about that. Anyway, Andy’s the only one who’s gonna see it now and fuck it.”

While the bitter laughter spreads to everyone when they hear it, they are all slightly tense when they express the “meaning behind” the act of “going swimming” from now on.

Even Galatia, kind of to hurry.

“Look, look, no matter how much I say summer now… it’s dangerous and cold to swim after sundown, huh?

“Ooh… ooh”

We’re headed to an island with a favorite beach, as she suggests.

If it’s an island you can reach by boat, it’s not that far.

If it’s a dragon wing, naturally, it won’t be long.

Galatia is much more tense while on the carriage, whereas Beatrice is much more grumpy.

So, while in the carriage, Mr. Hilda applies a magic that prevents the other daughters from sunburning.

“Andy, what do you do?

“What does that mean?”

“I tried not to burn other kids because they didn’t like to burn their skin, but if it’s a boy, it’s called” Statusy “in some places.

“I don’t belong in that cultural area.”

Maybe he’s an ant in Talc and around there, but for now, as a polka kid, he doesn’t have a culture where he deliberately enjoys sunburn as a fashion. It hurts when it burns.

“Well, Andy, you too, sunscreen, all the time. ─ ─ ─!

Mr. Hilda will do the magic.

Galatia is already shallow and burnt, so she is a little concerned about her arms and so on when she sees how it is.

“Is it cuter not to sunburn…”

“White elves, in particular, tend to burn red. Things are a little different with kids who are naturally tanned like you. “

“Oh, yeah.”

“I think you’re cute. When it’s the Polka Spirit Springs, it’s going to turn white soon.”

“What, oh, the healing fountain that you’re using to get rid of drugs?

“I heal anything but drugs, but sunburn sounds like trauma determination to me. It’s not like the dark elves are gonna turn white.”

Oh, really?… and you haven’t really understood it before, you know.

“Oh, well… I’m a little interested. It’s impossible not to get sunburn when you’re in La Pearl…”

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“Heh heh. Want to come? Want to come? Interesting. – Polka.”

What are you being a solicitor for, Mr. Hilda?

And when you get out of the carriage, Galatia pops out first and spreads her hands like dancing on a white sandy beach.

“Here! This is Atashi’s sandy beach!

“Ooh…… like”

I’m just proud of you. A strange sandy beach that draws another line with desert sand.

Well, it’s the same as a red whale in itself, but the location where it paints a beautiful arc, builds a far shallow beach, and dots rocky islands like a collision in just the right place is certainly great for swimming.

“But there is no good shadow. … I’ll make you shelter.”

That’s what Lyla says as the dragon body is, stretches out one wing and sits the incense box.

Shadows could be done, but wouldn’t it be hard to stretch the wings with only one pin?

“I mean, you don’t swim?

“See, I’m not as much of a kid as I am in the ocean right now. … more than that, how long will you be wearing clothes, my lord owner”

“Huh?”

“All the other women will be undressed.”

Looking back, the female slaves were starting to undress at the same time as if wearing clothes was intolerable.

“Because I don’t have eyes… I feel fast”

“Ho. Well in this heat. If I were to put it in the water, I wouldn’t be able to stand it.”

The blue clan of the northern elves said they would wear a unique guy who would tighten into their buttocks as underwear to enter the sea, but culture with special clothes to enter the sea that way is rather rare.

Basically, if we were to swim, we’d all be naked.

And none of our female slaves are uncomfortable with “not swimming because they don’t like to be naked”. Rather, you don’t have to swim to get naked.

The girls’ nudity lines up on a bright white beach blocked from direct sunlight by the wings of a black dragon.

Glad to be naked, waiting for me Irina and Fennel, Angelos and Aurora.

Luna and Maia taking off pale.

Mr. Hilda and Mr. Gloria don’t hesitate to take it off while we chat.

Beatrice to Naia, Emma, who strips off her forehead as she is pushed by the momentum around her.

And Galatia, by the way.

“… uhh… yeah!

While looking around to care a little, I unwrap my hips and take off my piercing jacket with momentum.

And the underwear under it strips off like it’s already been stripped and thrown away, bare as if it’s a chest test or something, and makes me laugh nicely with a slightly tight smile.

“It’s the second time! We’re all sooo poopy anyway, just want to see it!

“… er, I’ll see. I’ll see plenty of them.”

Galatia knows I was living a shitty sex life with a red whale at the time of my last stay.

And still showed interest in me. I showed it.

I fit from myself into a typical trap where my country daughter gets caught, the “type who’s not around me”.

In the months leading up to my arrival, I guess I’ve made a good decision about my freakin ‘readiness.

What shall we do about it?

Troubled for a while.

“Can I even look at it from the butt side?

“Huh!? Yes, yes… fine.”

Well aside from judgment, I carefully decided to have her naked shown.

Gobbling in the sea breeze, it still has beautiful golden hair and tails, and the contrast created by the sunburn on the tight naked teenagers.

“Chi, close”

“… can I touch your butt?

“… hey, let me think”

(cont ‘d)