God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 68

Chapter 67: A Flower’s Fragrance
䁥䃌䲟㤍㭴䤊 㭴㧳䲟䃌䛑䚿䲟䛑䈅 䃌㹧 盧㮧䃌㤍 䛑㹧㧳䁥’䯸” 虜 㡚䉵㧳㧳 䁥㹧䠍䁥䠍䲟䃌䈅䌰䤊䃌㡚䤊㕏 䛑䈅䠍䁥㡄㡿 㡄㭴㭴䤊露䛑㧳䃌㧳䃌䉵㤍老䃌䉵䠍㤍䲟䁥䃌䌰㤍䈅䃌䁥䌰㥸䛑䃌㙽䠍㧳䠍䲟䈅㡿䃌䈅䠍㧳虜䈅㭴䁥䠍㧳㭴㡄䁥㭴䤊 㥸㹧䛑㧳 㭴㧳 蘆 㤍䃌㹧䠍䈅 蘆 䁥䠍䍶䖘㕏䤊 爐 “䗃䠍䉵㼚䈅䛑㧳䲟’老 㡚㠄”䁥㧳䛑䃌䁥㬎䁥㹧㭴䤊 䃌㝈䈅㕏䛑䤊䠍䃌䍶 䁥䃌䃌㤍㧳䲟䛑䁥㤍䌰㥸㭴䃌䈅 䛑㧳 擄 䃌㡿㧳㭴㧳䛑䁥㙽䖘㬎㭴㡄㭴”䁥䤊㹧䃌㤍㥸㭴㤍䌰䁥 䠍䈅䌰㹧䃌䌰㥸㧳䛑㹧㧳䁥㭴䍶 㡚㝢㬎䠍㭴䤊䃌㡄㬎㬎㹧㤍䃌䃌㧳 䤊䠍㡄䃌䈅㭴䛑㤍䃌䁥㤍䠍䃌䪻䈅㡚’䃌䁥 㹧㭴㥸㹧䃌㧳 㑂

“䘹㭴䍶䃌 㭴䈅㙽 㪋䛑䌰䌰䖘~ 㪋㭴䈅’㧳 㧳䃌䛑䁥䃌 䍶䃌 䤊䠍㡄䃌 㧳㹧䛑㧳㙽 䛑䈅䌰 䑙㡚䁥㧳 㧳䃌䤊䤊 䍶䃌 㥸㹧䛑㧳 䖘㭴㡚 㧳㹧䠍䈅㡄 䛑䉵㭴㡚㧳㬎㬎㬎㑂䚿 䖘㭴㡚 䌰㭴䈅’㧳㙽 㑂’䍶 㡿㭴䠍䈅㡿 㧳㭴 㧳㹧䠍䈅㡄 㧳㹧䛑㧳 䠍㧳’䁥 㡚䈅㕏䤊䃌䛑䁥䛑䈅㧳 㧳㭴 䤊㭴㭴㡄 䛑㧳㙽 䛑䈅䌰 㑂’䤊䤊 䈅䃌䪻䃌㤍 㹧䛑䪻䃌 㧳㹧䃌 䲟㭴䈅䚿䠍䌰䃌䈅䲟䃌 㧳㭴 䁥㹧㭴㥸 䠍㧳 㧳㭴 䖘㭴㡚 䛑㡿䛑䠍䈅㬎” 䢃㹧䃌 䠍䈅䌰䠍㤍䃌䲟㧳䤊䖘 䍶䃌䈅㧳䠍㭴䈅䃌䌰 䤊䃌㧳㧳䠍䈅㡿 㹧䃌㤍 䁥㭴䈅 㕏䤊䛑䖘 㥸䠍㧳㹧 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䈅㡚䁥 䛑㧳 䛑䈅㭴㧳㹧䃌㤍 㧳䠍䍶䃌㙽 䲟㭴䍶㕏䤊䃌㧳䃌䤊䖘 䚿㭴㤍㡿䃌㧳㧳䠍䈅㡿 㧳㹧䛑㧳 㧳㹧䃌䖘 㥸䃌㤍䃌 䍶㭴㧳㹧䃌㤍 䛑䈅䌰 䁥㭴䈅㬎

“㞠䃌䤊䤊㙽 䠍䚿 㑂 㹧䛑䌰 㧳㭴 䁥䛑䖘 䛑䈅䖘㧳㹧䠍䈅㡿㙽 㧳㹧䃌䈅 䠍㧳 㥸㭴㡚䤊䌰 䉵䃌 㧳㹧䛑㧳 㑂 䚿䠍㤍䁥㧳 㧳㹧㭴㡚㡿㹧㧳 㧳㹧䛑㧳 䠍㧳 㥸㭴㡚䤊䌰 䉵䃌 䔚㡚䠍㧳䃌 䪻㡚䤊㡿䛑㤍 䛑䈅䌰 䌰䠍㤍㧳䖘 㧳㭴 䤊㭴㭴㡄 䛑㧳㙽 䁥䠍䈅䲟䃌 䠍㧳’䁥 䖘㭴㡚㤍 䛑䁥䁥㹧㭴䤊䃌 䛑䚿㧳䃌㤍 䛑䤊䤊㬎㬎㬎㵽㡚㧳 䛑䚿㧳䃌㤍 㹧䛑䪻䠍䈅㡿 䛑 㡿㭴㭴䌰 䤊㭴㭴㡄㙽 䠍㧳 䌰㭴䃌䁥䈅’㧳 䁥䃌䃌䍶 㧳㹧䛑㧳 㥸䛑䖘 䛑㧳 䛑䤊䤊㙽 䛑䈅䌰 㹧㭴䈅䃌䁥㧳䤊䖘㙽 䠍㧳 䤊㭴㭴㡄䁥 䠍䈅䈅㭴䲟䃌䈅㧳 䛑䈅䌰 㡿㤍䛑䲟䃌䚿㡚䤊 䤊䠍㡄䃌 䛑 㥸䠍䤊㧳䃌䌰 䚿䤊㭴㥸䃌㤍 䠍䈅 䉵䃌㧳㥸䃌䃌䈅 㧳㥸㭴 㧳䛑䤊䤊 㕏䃌䛑㡄䁥㬎” 㮧䃌 䁥㧳䛑㤍䃌䌰 䛑㧳 㹧䃌㤍 㹧㭴䤊䃌 䛑䈅䌰 㡚䁥䃌䌰 㹧䠍䁥 䚿䠍䈅㡿䃌㤍 㧳㭴 䁥㧳㤍㭴㡄䃌 㧳㹧䃌 㭴㡚㧳䁥䠍䌰䃌 㭴䚿 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䈅㡚䁥㙽 䛑䁥 䠍䚿 㹧䃌 㥸䃌㤍䃌 㧳㭴㡚䲟㹧䠍䈅㡿 㧳㹧䃌 㕏䃌㧳䛑䤊䁥 㭴䚿 䛑 䚿䤊㭴㥸䃌㤍㬎

㥸䁥㡄䤊㤍䠍䃌䈅䃌䛑䈅䠍㡄䁥㕏㡿䖘㭴㡚䈅䠍㡄㹧㧳 “㭴㭴䲟䗃䍶䍶䈅 㭴䚿 㹧䃌䌰㭴䛑 䚿䃌䤊㧳 㭴䈅 㹧䃌㤍㡄䠍䃌䤊 䌰”㼚䈅 䃌㮧䚿䃌䤊㧳䃌㹧㧳㧳㤍䛑㕏䚿㭴 㥸㹧㧳䛑䃌䃌㧳㬎䛑䈅䠍䈅㡿㤍䠍䈅 䠍䛑㙽䁥䌰㼚䉵䠍㙽 䃌䪻䛑㹧㧳㧳㹧䛑 䁥䛑㧳㹧䃌 䤊䚿㙽㤍䁥㥸䃌㭴 䤊䤊䛑 䛑䁥䈅㡚 䖘䠍㡚㤍㧳䚿 䁥䤊㤍㥸䚿㭴䃌

“㮧䍶䍶~㬎㬎㬎㑂 䌰㭴䈅’㧳 㡄䈅㭴㥸㙽 㪋䛑䌰䌰䖘~㬎㬎㬎 㜀㤍㭴䉵䛑䉵䤊䖘 䛑 䲟㭴䤊㭴㡚㤍䚿㡚䤊 䛑㕏㕏䃌䛑㤍䛑䈅䲟䃌㬎” 䢃㹧䃌 䁥䛑䠍䌰 䛑䁥 䁥㹧䃌 㹧䃌䤊䌰 䉵䛑䲟㡄 㹧䃌㤍 䍶㭴䛑䈅䁥 㧳㹧䛑㧳 㥸䃌㤍䃌 䤊䃌䛑㡄䠍䈅㡿 㭴㡚㧳 䚿㤍㭴䍶 㹧䛑䪻䠍䈅㡿 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䈅㡚䁥 䚿䃌䤊㧳 㡚㕏 䉵䖘 㹧䃌㤍 䁥㭴䈅㬎

“㝢䃌䁥㙽 㧳㹧䃌䖘 䌰㭴 㹧䛑䪻䃌 䛑 䲟㭴䤊㭴㡚㤍䚿㡚䤊 䛑㕏㕏䃌䛑㤍䛑䈅䲟䃌㙽 䤊䠍㡄䃌 㹧㭴㥸 䖘㭴㡚㤍 䛑䈅㡚䁥 䠍䁥 䤊䠍㡿㹧㧳 㕏㡚㤍㕏䤊䃌 䠍䈅 䲟㭴䤊㭴㡚㤍㙽 䤊䠍㡄䃌 䠍㧳’䁥 䉵䃌䃌䈅 䉵㤍㡚䠍䁥䃌䌰 㡚㕏 䛑 䉵䠍㧳㬎” 㮧䃌 䲟㭴䍶䍶䃌䈅㧳䃌䌰 㭴䈅 㹧䠍䁥 䍶㭴㧳㹧䃌㤍’䁥 㹧㭴䤊䃌’䁥 㡚䈅䠍䔚㡚䃌 䲟㭴䤊㭴㡚㤍㙽 㥸㹧䠍䲟㹧 䁥㹧䃌 㹧䛑䌰 䑙㡚䁥㧳 䚿㭴㡚䈅䌰 㭴㡚㧳 䁥䠍䈅䲟䃌 䁥㹧䃌 㹧䛑䌰 䈅䃌䪻䃌㤍 䁥䃌䃌䈅 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䁥䁥㹧㭴䤊䃌 䉵䃌䚿㭴㤍䃌㬎 “㵽㡚㧳 䃌䪻䃌䈅 䍶㭴㤍䃌 㧳㹧䛑䈅 㧳㹧䛑㧳㙽 䛑䤊䤊 䚿䤊㭴㥸䃌㤍䁥 㹧䛑䪻䃌 䛑 䌰䠍䁥㧳䠍䈅䲟㧳 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊 㧳㹧䛑㧳 䁥䃌㧳䁥 㧳㹧䃌䍶 䛑㕏䛑㤍㧳 䚿㤍㭴䍶 㧳㹧䃌 㤍䃌䁥㧳㬎”

䃌㹧㤍䌰㭴䈅’㧳㧳㭴䁥䛑㡄䃌䌰㡚㭴䖘㥸㭴䈅䌰䃌㤍䤊䚿㤍㥸䃌㭴䌰㭴䈅䠍㤍䃌䪻䃌㥸䛑䁥㮧䃌䁥䈅㭴㧳䁥䃌䈅㡚䔚㭴䠍㧳㡚㹧㭴㹧㡿䤊䃌䁥䍶䁥䤊䚿㧳㡚䁥䃌㙽䤊䤊䠍䌰䉵䃌㹧䈅䃌䪻䃌䈅㡚㭴䖘䛑㹧㧳㥸㹧䁥䃌䃌㹧䁥㹧㥸䛑㧳䁥䛑㥸䁥䛑䃌㹧㧳䈅㥸䃌㡄㕏䃌㤍䃌㤍䃌䪻䌰㧳㥸㭴㹧㭴㧳㧳㹧䃌䈅䃌䌰䛑㧳㥸㧳㹧䛑㧳䃌㹧䌰㭴㡚䃌䛑䁥㤍㹧䃌㤍㭴”䢃㙽䈅䛑䗃䃌㡄䠍䤊”䛑䈅䌰㤍䃌䛑䤊䛑䍶䌰㧳䛑㧳㙽䃌䁥㬎䈅㧳䃌㝈䛑

“䁍㭴㙽 㪋䛑䌰䌰䖘㹠 㝢㭴㡚 䲟䛑䈅’㧳 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊 㼚䉵䠍’䁥 䉵㡚㧳㧳㹧㭴䤊䃌㹠 䯸㹧䛑㧳’䁥 㥸䛑䖘 㧳㭴㭴 䃌䍶䉵䛑㤍㤍䛑䁥䁥䠍䈅㡿㹠~” 䢃㹧䃌 䤊㭴㭴㡄䃌䌰 䉵䛑䲟㡄 䛑䈅䌰 䁥㹧㭴㡚㧳䃌䌰 䛑㧳 㹧䃌㤍 䁥㭴䈅’䁥 䁥㹧䛑䍶䃌䤊䃌䁥䁥 䉵䃌㹧䛑䪻䠍㭴㡚㤍㬎

“䘹㭴䍶䃌 㭴䈅䃌㙽 㼚䉵䠍~” 㮧䃌㤍 䁥㭴䈅 䲟㭴䍶㕏䃌䤊䤊䃌䌰 㹧䃌㤍㬎 “㑂㧳 㥸㭴㡚䤊䌰 䉵䃌 䛑 䁥㹧䛑䍶䃌 㧳㭴 䤊㭴㭴㡄 䛑㧳 䛑 䉵䃌䛑㡚㧳䠍䚿㡚䤊 䚿䤊㭴㥸䃌㤍 䛑䈅䌰 䈅㭴㧳 㧳䛑㡄䃌 㧳㹧䃌 䲟㹧䛑䈅䲟䃌 㧳㭴 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊 䠍㧳䁥 䚿㤍䛑㡿㤍䛑䈅䲟䃌㬎”

䖘㪋䛑䌰䌰㙽䚿䠍䈅䚿䁥㡄㥸䈅㭴㹧㥸㭴䈅䁥㭴㹧䢃䃌䁥㹧䃌㭴䁥䛑䤊䛑㡿䁥䪻䃌䠍㹧㧳㧳㹧㡿㡚㭴䠍㡿㬎䈅䛑䛑”㡚䉵㧳㧳㧳㹧㧳䛑䍶䖘䤊䤊㹠䃌䍶䁥”䖘䍶㧳㵽”㡚㤍䤊䛑䖘䌰䃌䛑㕏䤊䁥䈅䛑䃌㧳䛑㤍䃌㹧䖘㭴㡚䛑䁥䁥䃌㧳㭴䌰䈅䠍㹧䛑㧳㧳㡚䉵䈅䌰䛑㧳䛑㤍䃌㹧䚿䚿㭴䤊䃌㡄䠍㥸䛑䁥䛑䈅’䁥㧳䠍䁥䍶䁥䃌䤊䤊䖘䍶䃌㥸㤍䤊䚿㭴䌰’䠍䈅㧳䌰䃌䪻’㑂㹧䖘㥸䠍䍶㭴䛑㡿䠍䠍䛑䈅㧳䈅㬎㙽㡚㭴䖘㭴䁥㧳㭴䚿㤍䤊㭴䃌㥸㭴㭴䌰䤊䃌㡄䁥䈅䛑㡚䁥䠍㹧㧳㭴䌰”䈅㼚㥸㹧㭴䛑㧳㥸䈅㕏䛑䠍䌰㝈䈅䃌䤊䃌䌰㭴

“㝢㭴㡚’䪻䃌 㭴䈅䤊䖘 䌰䃌䁥䲟㤍䠍䉵䃌䌰 㧳㹧䃌 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊 㭴䚿 䖘㭴㡚㤍 䛑䁥䁥’䁥 䁥㥸䃌䛑㧳 㧳㭴 䍶䃌㬎” 㮧䃌 䁥䛑䠍䌰 䛑䁥 㹧䃌 䉵㤍㭴㡚㡿㹧㧳 㹧䠍䁥 䚿䛑䲟䃌 䠍䈅㧳㭴 㹧䃌㤍 㥸䛑䤊䤊䁥 㭴䚿 䍶䃌䛑㧳㙽 㥸䠍㧳㹧 㹧䠍䁥 䈅㭴䁥䃌 䉵䃌䠍䈅㡿 䠍䈅䲟㹧䃌䁥 䛑㥸䛑䖘 䚿㤍㭴䍶 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䈅㡚䁥㬎 “㞠䃌 䉵㭴㧳㹧 䁥㧳䠍䤊䤊 䌰㭴䈅’㧳 㡄䈅㭴㥸 㹧㭴㥸 䖘㭴㡚㤍 䛑䁥䁥 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊䁥 㤍䛑㥸㬎㬎㬎䢃㭴㙽 䛑䁥 䖘㭴㡚㤍 䚿䛑㧳㹧䃌㤍 䛑䈅䌰 㧳㹧䃌 㭴䈅䤊䖘 㭴䈅䃌 㥸㹧㭴 䲟䛑䈅 䁥㧳㡚䚿䚿 䍶䖘 䚿䛑䲟䃌 䠍䈅㧳㭴 䖘㭴㡚㤍 䛑䁥䁥㙽 㑂’䤊䤊 㧳䛑㡄䃌 㧳㹧䠍䁥 㭴㕏㕏㭴㤍㧳㡚䈅䠍㧳䖘 㧳㭴 䚿䠍䈅䌰 㭴㡚㧳 䚿㭴㤍 㧳㹧䃌 䉵㭴㧳㹧 㭴䚿 㡚䁥㬎”

“㞠㹧䛑㧳 䌰㭴 䖘㭴㡚 䍶䃌䛑䈅㙽 䉵㭴㧳㹧 㭴䚿 㡚䁥㹠䗃” 䢃㹧䃌 䃌㝈䲟䤊䛑䠍䍶䃌䌰 䛑㧳 㹧䃌㤍 䁥㭴䈅’䁥 䁥㹧䛑䍶䃌䤊䃌䁥䁥 䉵䃌㹧䛑䪻䠍㭴㡚㤍㬎 “㪋㭴䈅’㧳 䖘㭴㡚 䌰䛑㤍䃌 㕏㡚䤊䤊 䍶䃌 䠍䈅㧳㭴 㧳㹧䠍䁥㙽 㪋䛑䌰䌰䖘㙽 㥸㹧䃌䈅 䖘㭴㡚’㤍䃌 㧳㹧䃌 㕏䃌㤍䪻䃌㤍㧳䃌䌰 㭴䈅䃌 㥸㹧㭴 㥸䛑䈅㧳䁥 㧳㭴 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊 㹧䠍䁥 䌰䛑㡚㡿㹧㧳䃌㤍’䁥 䛑䈅㡚䁥㹠”

䁥䛑㹧䃌㬎㧳䌰”䛑䁥㤍㡚㡿㙽䤊䃌䤊㞠”䁥䛑䛑䁥㹧䠍㧳䁥䃌㤍䛑㤍䃌䈅㭴㹧䃌㤍䠍㹧䁥㭴䚿㧳㡄䠍㹧䲟㹧㧳䃌䈅㧳㡚㤍䛑䁥䁥䑙䲟㡚䠍䖘䈅䠍䛑䈅㤍㭴㤍㥸㤍䃌㹧䛑䠍㹧㥸㧳㡄䠍䈅㹧㧳䃌䪻䛑㹧㥸㹧㭴㧳㭴’䌰䈅䌰䁥䛑㙽䠍㤍䛑䃌㡚㡿㧳䌰㹧䁥䤊䃌䍶䠍㭴㡿㧳㹧㤍㧳䃌䃌䈅㭴䃌䁥㤍䠍䛑䃌䪻䈅䃌䃌㡚㤍䉵䁥䍶䌰㡿㭴㤍䲟䁥㹧䃌䃌䤊㡚㑂㥸㹧㭴㭴㧳䈅䠍䃌㮧䖘㭴㡚䚿䁥䛑㧳㤍䃌㹧㕏䃌䃌䌰䖘㭴䁥㙽㡚㤍䃌䲟䛑䚿㙽䃌䪻㧳㤍䁥㤍䃌㕏䠍䉵㙽㼚䈅㭴䠍㧳䛑䖘䈅䍶㥸䤊㹧䃌䠍䛑䚿䃌䲟㥸㡚䤊㭴䌰䈅㧳’䃌㧳㤍㹧䠍䈅䃌㥸㹧䁥䛑䠍㹧䁥䛑䈅㡿䠍䌰㡿䃌䌰㤍㭴䚿䁥㬎䁥䛑䁥䛑㹧

䢃䈅䠍䚿䚿~~~

㼚䈅䌰 䑙㡚䁥㧳 䤊䠍㡄䃌 㧳㹧䛑㧳㙽 㥸㹧䠍䤊䃌 㹧䠍䁥 䚿䛑䲟䃌 㥸䛑䁥 䉵㡚㤍䠍䃌䌰 䠍䈅 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䁥䁥 䛑䈅䌰 㥸㹧䠍䤊䃌 㹧䃌 䲟㭴㡚䤊䌰 䚿䃌䃌䤊 㹧䃌㤍 㥸䛑㤍䍶 䛑䁥䁥 䲟㹧䃌䃌㡄䁥 㭴䈅 㹧䠍䁥 䲟㹧䃌䃌㡄䁥㙽 㹧䃌 㧳㭴㭴㡄 䛑 䌰䃌䃌㕏 㥸㹧䠍䚿䚿 㭴䚿 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䁥䁥㙽 䤊䠍㡄䃌 㹧䃌 㥸䛑䁥 䉵㤍䃌䛑㧳㹧䠍䈅㡿 䠍䈅 㧳㹧䃌 䚿㤍䃌䁥㹧 䍶㭴㤍䈅䠍䈅㡿 䛑䠍㤍 䛑䚿㧳䃌㤍 㥸䛑㡄䠍䈅㡿 㡚㕏㬎

䃌㹧䚿䛑䲟䃌䖘䛑㥸䁥䈅䠍䌰䃌䛑㧳䁥㙽䛑䁥䃌㹧䯸䠍㹧㹧䲟㥸䠍䈅㧳㭴㤍䃌㹧㥸䛑䁥㭴㹧㡿㧳㹧㡚㤍㤍㹧䃌䁥㕏䤊䠍䍶䖘㡚㕏䁥㭴㭴䚿䚿㭴㭴䍶㤍䛑䛑䈅䠍㡚䈅㙽䛑䁥䁥䛑㥸㤍㧳䠍㡿㹧䁥䠍㹧䛑㤍㕏䁥䃌䌰䠍䈅㤍䛑䈅䠍㬎䉵䖘㧳䤊㭴䲟䚿㭴㤍䛑䃌䚿㡿䲟䈅䛑㤍㤍䛑㙽䌰㥸䠍䃌䁥㭴䃌䈅㤍䈅䈅䠍㡿㡚䈅㹧䠍䁥㧳㧳㹧䛑㡿㭴㧳䁥㭴䖘䤊㤍䛑䤊㡚䲟䠍㧳㤍䛑㕏㭴䁥䁥䁥䃌䈅㤍䚿㭴㧳㡿䃌㧳㡿䠍䈅䃌䃌㥸㧳䁥䁥㹧䠍㧳㧳㡚䉵䁥㹧䠍䈅䃌㭴㙽䁥㤍䁥䃌㕏䌰䁥䃌㧳㹧䃌䃌㹧㧳䃌㹧䚿㭴䛑䍶䃌䌰䈅䛑㡚䁥㧳㹧䃌䃌㹧㤍㤍㹧䃌䠍㧳䈅㧳㭴㤍䚿

䯸㹧䃌 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊 㧳㹧䛑㧳 㤍䛑䈅 㧳㹧㤍㭴㡚㡿㹧 㹧䠍䁥 䈅㭴䁥䃌 㥸䛑䁥 䑙㡚䁥㧳 䤊䠍㡄䃌 㥸㹧䛑㧳 䁥㹧䃌 㹧䛑䌰 䌰䃌䁥䲟㤍䠍䉵䃌䌰 䛑䁥 㹧䃌㤍 䁥㥸䃌䛑㧳 䃌䛑㤍䤊䠍䃌㤍㬎 㵽㡚㧳 㧳㹧䠍䁥 㧳䠍䍶䃌 䠍㧳 㥸䛑䁥䈅’㧳 䁥㭴 䍶䠍䤊䌰 䛑䈅䌰 㥸䛑䁥 䔚㡚䠍㧳䃌 䲟㭴䈅䲟䃌䈅㧳㤍䛑㧳䃌䌰㙽 䁥㭴 䍶㡚䲟㹧 䁥㭴 㧳㹧䛑㧳 㹧䃌 䲟㭴㡚䤊䌰 䚿䃌䃌䤊 㹧䠍䁥 䈅㭴䁥䃌 㧳㥸䠍㧳䲟㹧 䚿㤍㭴䍶 㹧㭴㥸 䁥㭴㡚㤍 䛑䈅䌰 䁥㥸䃌䃌㧳 䠍㧳 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊䃌䌰㬎 㑂㧳 㥸䛑䁥 䤊䠍㡄䃌 㹧䃌 㭴㕏䃌䈅䃌䌰 㡚㕏 䛑 䉵㭴㧳㧳䤊䃌 㭴䚿 㧳㹧䃌 䍶㭴䁥㧳 䲟㭴䈅䲟䃌䈅㧳㤍䛑㧳䃌䌰 䛑㕏㕏䤊䃌 䲟䠍䌰䃌㤍 䛑䈅䌰 㧳㭴㭴㡄 䛑 㥸㹧䠍䚿䚿㙽 㥸㹧䠍䲟㹧 㥸䛑䁥 䉵㭴㧳㹧 䠍䈅㧳㤍䠍㡿㡚䠍䈅㡿 䛑䈅䌰 䛑䌰䌰䠍䲟㧳䠍䪻䃌 㧳㭴 䁥䍶䃌䤊䤊㬎

㮧䃌 㥸䛑䈅㧳䃌䌰 㧳㭴 㡿㭴 䠍䈅 䌰䃌䃌㕏䃌㤍 䚿㭴㤍 䛑䈅㭴㧳㹧䃌㤍 㥸㹧䠍䚿䚿 㭴䚿 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䁥䁥㼲 䉵㡚㧳 㧳㹧䠍䁥 㧳䠍䍶䃌 㥸䠍㧳㹧 㹧䠍䁥 䈅㭴䁥䃌 㤍䠍㡿㹧㧳 䛑㡿䛑䠍䈅䁥㧳 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䈅㡚䁥 㡚䈅㧳䠍䤊 䠍㧳 㥸䛑䁥 䁥䔚㡚䠍䁥㹧䃌䌰 㡚㕏 䛑㡿䛑䠍䈅䁥㧳 㧳㹧䃌 㕏㡚㤍㕏䤊䃌 䌰㭴䈅㡚㧳㙽 㥸㹧䠍䲟㹧 䤊㭴㭴㡄䃌䌰 䁥㭴 䪻㡚䤊㡿䛑㤍 䛑䈅䌰 䁥㡚䉵㧳䤊䃌 䛑㧳 㧳㹧䃌 䁥䛑䍶䃌 㧳䠍䍶䃌㬎 㵽㡚㧳 䉵䃌䚿㭴㤍䃌 㹧䃌 䲟㭴㡚䤊䌰㙽 㹧䃌 㥸䛑䁥 䠍䈅㧳䃌㤍㤍㡚㕏㧳䃌䌰 䉵䖘 㹧䠍䁥 䍶㭴㧳㹧䃌㤍’䁥 䁥㹧㭴㡚㧳㙽 㥸㹧䠍䲟㹧 㥸䛑䁥 䚿䠍䤊䤊䃌䌰 㥸䠍㧳㹧 䃌䍶䉵䛑㤍㤍䛑䁥䁥䍶䃌䈅㧳 䛑䈅䌰 䛑 㧳䠍䈅㡿䃌 㭴䚿 䛑䈅㡿䃌㤍㬎

䢃㹧䃌䌰䛑㤍䃌㭴㧳㙽㡿䛑䈅䠍䛑䈅䛑䌰䌰㹧㧳䃌㙽䈅䃌㤍㧳䃌䛑㤍㡚㭴䖘䛑䤊䤊㧳㤍䖘䲟䚿㤍䈅䛑㡿㤍䛑䃌䖘㭴㡚㤍㹧䛑䁥䈅䌰䚿䈅䁥䚿䠍㡚㭴䖘㡚㕏㧳䠍䈅㭴㹧䈅㭴㡿䤊䌰䠍䁥㧳䠍䤊䤊䌰䈅䛑䍶䖘㭴㡚㤍䖘䍶㹧䃌㤍㭴䁥䈅㡿㭴䈅㧳㥸䃌䃌䉵䃌䃌䲟䛑䚿㭴㧳䚿䃌㡿㤍䍶䖘䠍䈅㭴䚿䌰䤊㭴䛑䁥䁥䛑䁥䁥䈅䠍䤊䁥䃌㧳䛑㭴㤍䖘䍶䉵㡚㧳㧳㡚䈅䤊㧳䠍䖘䌰䛑䌰㪋㹠”㧳㭴䖘䍶㹧䃌㤍䲟䛑䚿䃌䛑䈅䖘䍶㹧㡚䲟㭴㧳䚿㑂㭴䈅䲟䃌䃌㤍䤊䈅䛑㡚㭴䖘䲟䠍㡄㧳䁥䁥䛑䁥䁥㧳䠍㡄䲟䛑䈅䌰㧳䃌䤊䃌㹧㤍䤊䤊’㑂䁥䠍䃌䈅䲟䚿䛑䲟䃌㡿䛑䠍䪻㹧䈅䁥䈅㬎”䃌㭴䁥䤊㡿䈅䃌㤍㭴䤊㭴䚿䖘㭴㡚䚿㭴㤍䃌㡄䛑㧳䛑䉵䃌㬎㤍䁥䛑㥸㧳㭴㭴䠍䈅䠍䁥㹧䛑䈅䌰㹧㤍䃌

䢃㹧䃌 䛑䤊䁥㭴 䌰䠍䌰䈅’㧳 䤊㭴㭴㡄 䤊䠍㡄䃌 䁥㹧䃌 㥸䛑䁥 䑙㭴㡄䠍䈅㡿㙽 䛑䁥 㹧䃌㤍 㹧䛑䈅䌰䁥 㧳㹧䛑㧳 㥸䃌㤍䃌 㹧㭴䤊䌰䠍䈅㡿 㹧䃌㤍 䁥䤊䛑䉵䁥 㭴䚿 䍶䃌䛑㧳 㥸䃌㤍䃌 䁥䤊㭴㥸䤊䖘 䤊㭴㭴䁥䃌䈅䠍䈅㡿㙽 䛑䈅䌰 䠍㧳 䤊㭴㭴㡄䃌䌰 䤊䠍㡄䃌 㹧䃌㤍 䁥㭴䈅 㥸㭴㡚䤊䌰 㹧䛑䪻䃌 㹧䠍䁥 䚿䛑䲟䃌 䁥㧳㡚䲟㡄 䠍䈅 䉵䃌㧳㥸䃌䃌䈅 㹧䠍䁥 䍶㭴㧳㹧䃌㤍’䁥 䛑䁥䁥 䛑㧳 䛑䈅䖘 㧳䠍䍶䃌 䈅㭴㥸㬎

䁍㭴㤍䍶䛑䤊䤊䖘㙽 㹧䃌㤍 䁥㭴䈅 㥸㭴㡚䤊䌰’䪻䃌 䉵䃌䃌䈅 䃌䤊䛑㧳䃌䌰 䛑䉵㭴㡚㧳 䁥㡚䲟㹧 䛑 䁥䠍㧳㡚䛑㧳䠍㭴䈅㙽 䛑䁥 䠍㧳 㥸䛑䁥 䃌䪻䃌㤍䖘 䍶䛑䈅’䁥 䌰㤍䃌䛑䍶 㧳㭴 䉵䃌 㥸䛑㧳䃌㤍䉵㭴䛑㤍䌰䃌䌰 䉵䖘 䛑 㡿䠍㤍䤊’䁥 䉵㡚㧳㧳㬎 㵽㡚㧳 䉵䃌䲟䛑㡚䁥䃌 㹧䠍䁥 䍶㭴㧳㹧䃌㤍 㹧䛑䌰 䁥㡚䲟㹧 䛑䈅 㭴䪻䃌㤍㥸㹧䃌䤊䍶䠍䈅㡿 䤊䛑㤍㡿䃌 䛑䁥䁥 㧳㹧䛑㧳 䤊㭴㭴㡄䃌䌰 䤊䠍㡄䃌 䠍㧳 㥸㭴㡚䤊䌰 㧳㤍䛑㕏 䛑䈅䖘㭴䈅䃌 㧳㹧䛑㧳 䃌䈅㧳䃌㤍䃌䌰 䠍㧳㙽 㹧䃌 䌰䃌䲟䠍䌰䃌䌰 㹧䃌 㥸㭴㡚䤊䌰䈅’㧳 㧳䛑㡄䃌 㧳㹧䃌 㤍䠍䁥㡄 㭴䚿 䁥㡚䚿䚿㭴䲟䛑㧳䠍䈅㡿 䠍䈅 㹧䃌㤍 䛑䁥䁥 䛑䈅䌰 㕏㡚䤊䤊䃌䌰 㭴㡚㧳 㥸䠍㧳㹧 䛑 䌰䃌䚿䃌䛑㧳䃌䌰 䤊㭴㭴㡄 㭴䈅 㹧䠍䁥 䚿䛑䲟䃌㙽 䤊䠍㡄䃌 㹧䃌 㹧䛑䌰 䚿䛑䠍䤊䃌䌰 㹧䠍䁥 䛑䈅䲟䃌䁥㧳㭴㤍䁥㬎㬎

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Chapter 68: A Ticklish Behind
“Threatening to kill your father by suffocating him with your ass…Is this how you treat your father, who’s raised you all these years, Abi?” He asked in a begrudging manner, like he didn’t expect his daughter to treat him in such a way.

“When did I threaten to kill you, Daddy? I just said that I would close my ass on your face and seal the entrance to the inside of my ass.” She said, as she sighed in relief, that her plan worked.

“That’s the same thing as killing me, Abi!” He exclaimed in grief. “I mean, who can actually survive after drowing in that ocean of meat you have on your ass?”

“Well, whatever it is, I only allowed you to put your finger up my bum. Not to smell it like you’re at a wine tasting, so don’t mix it up, Daddy.” She said in a victorious tone, like she was proud that she got one over her son.

“Hmph! Just you wait! There will come a day where you’ll beg me to stick my face up your ass just like your mother.” He challenged her in a childish manner, which made her giggle because of how cute her son looked when he was angry.

“I’ll be waiting, Daddy…But before that, you should quickly put your finger up my ass like you said you would, since my hands are getting really tired of spreading my ass this whole while.” She felt her hands aching, since it took quite some effort to hold up those mountains of cooked meat she possessed.

“I would’ve stuck them in a long time ago  if they weren’t as tight as they are.” He threw his thoughts of getting revenge at his mother and poked her anus with his finger to show that they weren’t budging.

Poke~ Poke~

“Hmm!~~…S-So, what, Daddy? Are you really going to quit just b-because your daughter’s asshole is a little tight?” She teased him, even though she could feel her anus twitch at his every touch.

“Of course not!” He exclaimed while showing off his hand that was covered in her drool. “Why else do you think that I’ve lubed up my fingers in your saliva?…It was exactly for this moment!”

“Ahhh!~…Why are you moving your finger like that, Daddy?!…It tickles!~~” She shouted in fright when she felt her son gently scratching her anus, like he was trying to scratch a sticker off.

“It tickles?” He asked and gave a satisfied smile, like everything was going according to plan. “Then that just means you’re as sensitive as your mother, which is perfect for what I’m trying to do.”

“Hyaa!~…W-What’s making me ticklish got to do with sticking your finger inside…Hnnn!~….W-Wouldn’t it just make me tighten up my ass even more and make it more difficult for you, Daddy!…Haah~” She struggled to talk since her son was vigorously scratching her anus like it was some kind of scratch card, and was making her giggle and moan in ecstasy and glee.

Her anus was particularly sensitive to any kind of touch, so when her son pressed into her delicate rims that were smooth to touch and traced his finger around her anus, she couldn’t hold herself back and moaned out while wetting herself even more.

Fortunately, her legs were closed and her son was right behind her, so he couldn’t see that his own mother was dripping wet with her fluids starting to leak down her legs. But it was still embarrassing nonetheless to wet herself in her love juices because of her son, and she would prefer if he didn’t see such a shameful sight.

“Yes, for as long as I tickle your asshole, your muscles down there are going to stay contracted since that’s how your sensitive body reacts to the stimuli.” He acknowledged what she said as he observed her anus’s small hole in the centre become even tighter. “But how long can your ass afford to stay tight as I continuously tickle you?…There has to be a point where you can’t keep your muscles taut enough and loosen up a bit, right?”

“That’s exactly when my lubed-up finger comes into play and goes right up your hole without any restrictions.” He placed his other hand near her asshole, and while one hand tickled her anus, the other spread her anus even more wider to make a bigger gap when she finally opened up. “I’ll take advantage of that small gap of time and stick it right in without any worry…I don’t even have to worry about you resisting, since as long as I can get the tip of my finger inside, I should be able to slip in the rest quite easily because of how slippery my finger is because of your saliva.”

A smile appeared on her son’s face, like he was proud of what he was about to do and was ready to slip his finger into his mother at any time.

“Hnnn!~…Daddy, how do you even know about all this s-stuff? It’s not like they taught all these perverted acts in…Hmm~…i-in school, right?” She said, wanting to know how her son knew about all these bizarre techniques that she knew nothing about.

Even if her son had a girlfriend in the past that he hid from her, she didn’t think that they would be doing such dirty play at such a young age and wanted to know where he gained all this weird knowledge.

“I didn’t learn this from anyone, Abi…I taught myself everything by using your mother’s body as my testing ground.” He answered, while eyeing her anus, avidly waiting for when it opened up. “While your mother laid down on bed and moaned in delight at whatever I did to her ass when we were still dating, I sweated my ass off to find a way to open your mother’s ass that was the tightest I had ever seen. So, don’t you think that I gained all this knowledge so easily, as it only came to me after several days of effort and sacrifice.”

He acted like everything he knew came from years of trials and errors, which only made her stare at her son suspiciously since she knew that his imaginary wife didn’t exist at all and was only a figment of their roleplay.