After administering punishment for taking off the stockings.
Right before insertion, I suddenly had this thought.
'Even at this moment while I'm fucking, magic stones could be getting lost.'
What were the Slime Dragons on basement 1 doing now? Maybe they were cannibalizing each other to create self-enhancement methods?
I hoped it was my excessive delusion, but indeed, the impatience that arose when I felt like I was losing something prevented me from concentrating.
"Why? What? You're not gonna fuck?"
And I didn't like Luna acting leisurely either. No matter how much stronger than me Luna was, wouldn't she ultimately end up begging for my thing on the bed? Her spreading her legs on her own was praiseworthy enough, but I still didn't like that I couldn't even decide positions as I pleased.
Most of all, I'd tasted white elf in black stockings—Lune. So now I wanted to taste black elf in black stockings.
"Luna."
"Yeah."
"I want chocolate milk."
