Chapter 710

Chapter 710: Readiness of Lyda

The naked seductive entertainment of the women of the Silver Dragon was a very well received welcome of my taste.

If you suddenly do it to someone other than me, some people would be angry “too nasty,” or even Doskebe might be angry the other way about “what is suddenly undressing?” If you’re naked about strips, that’s fine. He said he didn’t even do it.

I’m simply a gladiator if I’m a beauty naked. Taking your underwear off with your own hands is an act that satisfies a different sense of conquest than that.

So, they usually buried my surroundings around more and more than 10 people. It’s indoors, so the place isn’t that big, and there’s no more gaps to interrupt.

The newly arrived woman was also puzzled as she put her hands on her belt.

“Lord Gallam, what should I do?”

“Mu…… Wait for the order. No, the rider should move to his bedroom.”

I stopped it because it started to fall.

“Hold on, Mr. Gallum. I’d love to have you do it again sometime, because I have an appointment tonight.”

“Mm?”

The oddly honest truth has leaked to me, a gallam monk leaning his neck.

“I haven’t seen Mr. Deane again in a while. What? I hope you won’t have any fun with this lady tonight.”

“Andy, I don’t care if I stay behind.”

“I want to have sex with Mr. Deane soon.”

To be clear, Mr. Deane looks a little illuminated and turns away.

Normally, you’d be pissed off only by the look on your face, when I say this kind of grandeur. Nobody on this scene seems to question it though.

“I mean, it’s just amazing to be surrounded by dragons and honestly be able to stretch it under your nose, isn’t it, dude… no matter how pretty it is, it’s a dragon. Some of these are the opponents we met in the last fight.”

Beatrice points out, but it was Lyda who was out of hand to argue with it.

“The hegemony that we are not worthy of fear, that we are female (females) is also a condition of heroism. I rather feel the strength of Lord Smythson’s core as such a male (male) because I confronted him once. Instead of being confused by a man who knows nothing about power, it is the male who knows and treats us as a woman who wants us to be.”

“… sometimes you have no idea what a dragon is, Naia”

“What? Oh, yes”

“… what’s that, ‘oh, is that more normal to react to? Surprising faces like'”

Naia is also a superb warrior for her share, so maybe she shares the dragonal Macho romantic view.

I guess being too superhuman even creates an obstacle to acting like a woman.

And.

“Lord. And what will you do about Lyda?”

It was Emma who had been speaking on Lyda’s behalf.

Do you care? I guess it will. I’m thinking it’s gonna be my next subordinate dragon.

As far as I’m concerned, I’d like you to be the head of the scene around Carlwyn some more over here…

“Don’t look at my complexion,” she shrugged her shoulder when she saw Mr. Deane.

“Whatever you want, Andy. Think about it and make up your mind… it doesn’t even look like a stage.”

“That being said…”

“If you are now, no matter how you treat me, no one can complain. If you suddenly have the same difficulty treating Emma or Maia, why don’t you just hold her for now. Anyway, once you do, you’ll soon be worried about it.”

“Something wrong with your judgment, Mr. Deane?

“I’m not going to complain about the emergence of a woman who wants to subordinate herself to you now. Twentieth man. It could be more than thirty…. make it a dragon, just a human being, there will be no more you can have”

“Ugh.”

“Plus adding more adult dragons isn’t a bad story. Because at times of need, more units can handle the same things as Lyla.”

No, Lila recommended it from that point of view, too.

I mean, you can feel that dry, Lyda.

… and when I saw her, she waited for my answer with a face like a big dog waiting for the owner’s voice.

Cough.

“Er…. so now I guess it’s okay to just taste it”

“Of course it is. As you may have forgotten, I am more defeated and yielded to you than I was. I intend to accept any order.”

“… is that what you are”

You did. Speaking of which. Was the original aim of atonement at the time of the raid and active service for the survival of the Palace?

I don’t even feel like my recognition was a little uneven because of the intense sell-in.

I think it was a persecuted sense of purpose not to let us crush the palace at first, but I guess one of these days I also had a desire to consolidate my way of shaking myself faster than that because of the fact that I’m a better dragon rider than the liner.

Though I’m less guilty of being convinced if I think like that.

“Perhaps there is a whim in the form of a contract of power, because in any way I am prepared to dedicate myself to this…… I would rather skip the details and be happy to plant them more often just for my children. Because of its heterogeneity, it’s not that easy to get pregnant. Fifty years of respite to life will be long for people, but it’s too short for us to be sure of getting pregnant. Use this baby as soon as possible.”

“Isn’t it too beefy in some different direction than I expected?

“I’m a female, too. For better and for worse, women can’t design their lives without worrying about whether or not they have kids.”

Too far ahead.

I thought you might be a little reliable, but this guy is the type of guy who once assumed Almeida-based, pig rushes.

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“Okay.”

I nod, and take a sip from the naked dragon beauties still surrounding me, pointing at Rheda.

“Then I’ll put you and Mr. Deane up to bed today.”

“… thank you!

Now I’m definitely a bad old king, right? If Mr. Gloria sees it, she’ll be amused and make a finger frame.

Eventually the sun will set and it will be night.

Neither the naked dragon beauties (who, of course, touched their tits or stroked their butts to leave them to me), who gave me a substitute for me, let me just embarrass them and complain about the flow of dissolution, will eventually plunge us into the house where we tried to have our first night with Emma and flow into the fun tonight.

On the spot by entering the doorway of an unknown house, Mr. Deane takes off his clothes economically, as if he were taking off his coat and hanging it, folding at the front door. It’s summer, so Mr. Deane, who was lightly dressed, exposed herself to huge boobs while she was watching.

“Mr. Deane, you’re fast.”

“Actually, from the beginning, I’ve been waiting for it to develop into a dignified sex scene with you. If I had started orgy with you at the banquet, I would have mixed it up right away.”

I can only laugh bitterly when they say that with a glossy face. I knew it was a hoarding tach.

Sometimes I guess I’m used to the dragon’s sexually indifferent temperament.

Seeing that, Maia also starts to take off her clothes so that she pulls them out with a straight face, and sees it and rushes to imitate Emma as well. Plus the mysterious chain reaction of Lyda seeing that Emma too and getting her hands on her clothes, though confused.

Again, this is the front door, and the bunk is still out of sight.

By the way, Beatrice was impressed by too much alcohol to drink and crumble instantly, so with Naia carrying it. I can’t get into the house in the first place because everyone started stripping at the front door.

“What are you doing…”

“This house is already an orgy space for Andy. You’re not supposed to wear clothes in there.”

And Mr. Deane blames Emma and Rheda for trying to take them off as far as underwear as the momentum goes.

“That’s it, both of you. Look at Maia.”

“Yes?”

“What…”

Silver Dragon The two look at Maia. Just keep one last piece of bread on, turn your back on me, and I’m waiting.

Mr. Deane leaves only one of them.

Thank you.

“… Andy likes to be able to take off the underwear of the woman he’s going to offend. Remember, if you intend to serve in the future. This man is an ant with too many omnivores, big tits, breast feeding, pregnancy, butthole and everything. You should know the points of particular pleasure among them because you are happy with everything”

“Right…… sure”

“I see…”

Emma and Lleda to admire.

And Naia protests small, unable to get in while standing at the doorstep.

“Does that have to be the front door, too? Wouldn’t it be nice if we went in a little longer? I’ll join you when Beatrice is down…”

“You’re dyed, too.”

“… it would just be hard the other way around if it wasn’t stained”

Naia’s puzzling smile. I knew I had to laugh bitterly.

As such, the pleasure of exposing Mr. Deane’s butt with his own hands for the first time in a long time was chewing.

(cont ‘d)