Macho Harem Paradise Project

?912 Conquer the country~

"Then let's get down to business."

"···knew."

The seductive look on her face could no longer be concealed. She held the young man's legs as he sat on the sofa and gently aimed.

"hiss···"

Just the slightest contact almost made me scream out loud, which really makes me look forward to how relaxing it will be when it is actually implemented.

Although Fubuki didn't want to admit it, she had to accept the fact that her contact with Yangming Shuichi made her find the happiest moment as a woman.

The irresistible physical feeling of happiness and his strong body completely overwhelmed the shame of whether what he was doing was too lowly.

"Let me do it."

With the support of Yang Ming Xiuyi, Miss Fubuki turned her back to him to complete the final step, but it was obvious that Miss Fubuki, who had no experience, could not complete this step well.

Then let him do it, he would be happy to do it from all angles.

"Ugh!! Haa ...

With her swan-like long neck raised high, Fubuki looked at the ceiling of her home in disbelief.

——It’s just... I just got lost once after entering...

She couldn't use any strength in her fingers, she was immersed in such an intense feeling, her whole body was cramping violently.

"Ms. Fubuki should exercise more."

However, Yangming Xiuyi did not intend to give her too much time to rest.

“No…I can’t do that!”

“Puff…Puff…”

The rhythmic and happy sounds began to sound, and the blowing snow in hell would soon experience what real hell was like.

Completely fell into it and couldn't extricate myself.

. . . . . .

"That's just using him for your own purposes!"

These are what Miss Fubuki said to herself while she was lying in her room after serving Yangming Shuichi for the first time.

Her expression was filled with anger and unwillingness. After her self-esteem was severely trampled upon, she immediately blamed all the responsibility on her sister.

That's right, it was all because of her sister's treatment of her that she had to embark on this path. Why did she do this? It was just to have the qualification to perform on the same stage with her sister. What she wanted was just such a simple thing.

Fubuki's self-esteem had already been shattered, thanks to her own sister.

A person who truly has high self-esteem will not pay any attention to the gazes of people who are unimportant to him.

Whether it is praise or ridicule, people who truly have a strong ego and self-esteem can face it all very calmly and focus on themselves.

The more a person lacks something, the more he will show it to the outside world.

Just like how Fubuki stubbornly stayed at Class B and refused to be promoted, and even wanted to form the Fubuki Group, she knew very well that everything she did was ridiculous in the eyes of those who were truly powerful. Weak people forming gangs and factions could not really accomplish anything. The power of unity was meaningful in a world without any strange power, but in such a world where the strong preyed on the weak, no matter how many poor guys gathered together, they would still be poor and weak.

No matter how many B-class monsters there are, they cannot defeat a Tiger-class monster. Fubuki herself is very strong among B-class monsters, so she can deal with it, but she is equally powerless against a Demon-class monster.

Quantitative change cannot lead to qualitative change. This is such a cruel world.

And those S-level heroes are even more unreasonable. Each of them is so powerful that they can completely ignore the armed forces of mankind itself, become an army of one person, and break through the city with human bodies.

Fubuki envied the world as seen by those strong people.

How would the fake attitude look to those people? Maybe it had some meaning, or maybe it was just a completely meaningless struggle.

Lying on the bed, Miss Fubuki stroked her hair which was a little messy due to the movement of her head. A gloomy mood had already begun to take over her body.

She actually did something she could not imagine because she wanted to become stronger and see the world through the eyes of a strong person. She gave herself to a man she had no love or affection for and did the lowest and most despicable things. She didn't even know the reward for this matter, but she did it just for that possibility.

You can imagine how great the pressure of blowing snow is.

"Ms. Tornado's sister... is only a B-rank."

"It seems that the elder sister's talent is far stronger than that of the younger sister."

"How pathetic."

There was no one around her, but these voices were lingering in her ears all the time. This was the thing she least wanted to face. She could no longer bear it under the halo of her sister.

Even if she was born in a family that had nothing to do with Tornado, the situation would be much better.

It is precisely because of the comparison, because of the desire to control things that you cannot control, that anxiety arises and pressure destroys you.

She couldn't deceive herself, she felt so wronged that she wanted to cry.

But Yangming Xiuyi's path... is feasible.

She was indeed getting stronger, and even so long after the fact, she could still feel that the spiritual power that had made almost no progress since she became an adult was becoming stronger.

Even including physical fitness, there is sufficient feedback.

Holding her exposed shoulders, Fubuki carefully hugged her body, wondering what was wrong with her and why her body became sensitive when she thought about what she had done with the handsome Yangming.

Even those negative emotions disappeared, and all that was left was...

Hell Blizzard is bent on gaining her sister's approval through various means, as well as those who once denied her. She has never approached any man, and has never even thought about falling in love. The mental pressure on her has reached a terrifying level, and she would subconsciously think that anyone pursuing her is trying to get close to her sister through her.

After all, compared to herself, Tornado is like the real dazzling protagonist on the stage.

The body will lose sensitivity due to desensitization, but due to the differences of the young man himself, Fubuki becomes more and more "sensitive" in constant recollection, and his melancholy expression turns into one of obsession and intimacy.

I felt disgusted with my body. It turned out to be like this just because of a "deal".

But I still can't help it...

I really can't help that feeling.

It seems as if the soul is soaking in the most comfortable hot spring, enjoying the happy movement of every molecule.

He found a way to become stronger, and his sister Tornado was finally no longer the high and untouchable god in his heart, but a being that he could meet by chance in the secular world.

?913 Become a nourishment

"Ha ha···"

Taking out her wet fingers, Fubuki's expression vaguely revealed some expectations... and ambition.

——Be my nourishment.

Yangming Shuichi is just a "tool" to help me grow, just like a toy used by women. I will definitely not develop any inappropriate feelings for him.

——Just a tool.

“Ugh!! Ah!!”

However, a powerful thrust made her roll her eyes immediately.

——It’s just a tool…

"Aha!!"

“Slow down…”

No, something's wrong.

Is this tool a bit too powerful?

She admitted that Yangming Shuichi was very charming, both in terms of his facial features, aura, and manly figure. Fubuki felt that if he formally pursued her, she would probably fall for him in a few days.

This kind of power... is just like a hammer drill drilling into my body, the kind of brutal impact that wants to penetrate me completely...

“No… Ahaha!!”

My body was controlled by him with unreasonable force. He pulled my arms and forced me to sit down completely. It was obvious that I wanted to save face by using this posture, but in the end it seemed like I was tying myself up in knots.

“No… please!”

The screams made the silent living room begin to echo. Yang Ming Xiuyi grinned, and suddenly felt that this was not enough, so he stood up all of a sudden, and used his Black Flame Dragon to force her to hang in front of him, completely floating her body in the air. The young man grabbed her slender arms, and the two of them were like a perfectly integrated train.

As the control end of the train, Yang Ming Xiuyi kept moving forward. After all, there was no such thing as backward for a train. It could only move forward, forward, and move forward continuously. He would never stop until he reached his destination.

Fubuki's legs stretched backward weakly, trying to step on something, but just as they were rolled up, they drooped down weakly due to the strong stimulation. In a short while, she completely lost all control of her body and could only droop miserably, with part of her tongue sticking out, as if she had been broken.

Yang Ming Xiuyi lowered his head and revealed that his long hair had covered his eyes, just like those male characters in the book who did not show their facial features. Generally speaking, whenever such a man appeared, there would be girls in trouble.

Exuding a dangerous aura, the locomotive continued to move forward. Fubuki, as the front end of the train, found that the carriages behind it began to hit her cave.

——No... The locomotive is too big. There is no way it can force its way into that narrow cave. It will break down.

However, Fubuki still underestimated the locomotive's determination. Faced with the soft and powerless cave, the train was hard and powerful. Its iron body simply ignored all obstacles and moved forward in an absolutely invincible and unstoppable manner.

"Ahh..."

——went in.

Surprisingly, he actually got in.

Going crazy.

The connection between the front of the train and the rear carriage seemed to be damaged, with red engine oil and some lubricating liquid dripping down. It seemed that this train, which was moving forward for the first time, had to stop and take a rest. Although there was enough engine oil, the pressure on the locomotive was too great and it was almost unable to move.

"Uh···"

Her throat became hoarse and Fubuki could only make very pitiful, low whimpers.

I can't shout anymore.

How long did this process last? Half an hour? An hour? Or longer?

The excessive physical stimulation made her lose her sense of time and space, and she just felt that she was about to die.

No one had ever told me that this kind of thing could be so terrifying...

That thing was still inside, spraying essential oil into it reluctantly. It was obvious that a real train was a locomotive pulling the carriages behind it, but when it came to mine, the carriages pushed the locomotive forward.

Coming back to her senses from the inescapable hell, Fubuki regained her vision, looked up, and found that Yangming Shuichi had carried her into the bathroom like this.

The mirror on the sink is very clean, thanks to Fubuki's regular cleaning. She gives people the sophistication of a fashion model, but her private life is very simple. She even takes care of the cleaning at home by herself, which is commendable.

In that clean mirror, she saw her current miserable condition.

She was lifted up into the air, her face flushed red. It was not the bright red that came from trauma, but a red that made her look even more beautiful.

The arm stretched backwards and was held tightly by him. He was too strong. Even with his enhanced telekinesis, he would not be able to break free from this kind of power.

Her beautiful hair was stuck to her forehead and cheeks by sweat. She felt that she looked a little disheveled, but from an aesthetic point of view, even so, she was still quite beautiful.

"You've gone too far... Yang Ming Shuichi... You've gone too far—"

"Huh? You're awake."

The young man had just brought her to the bathroom when he found that she had regained consciousness. It seemed that the two previous growths had made her physically much better, which could be considered as some preparation before the war. Otherwise, Fubuki, who was almost an ordinary person apart from her superpowers, had no way to resist himself.

The carriage continued to push forward twice, and Fubuki immediately made a lovely sound, and then stopped mischievously, as if listening carefully to its own movements.

"That's great, Ms. Fubuki."

After pushing forward and making sure that he occupied all the deepest places, Yang Ming Xiuyi began to ruthlessly erupt the power of life into it.

The essential oil containing life force attacked in the form of high-pressure water flow, completely exposing her important parts. The opened-up Fubuki raised her head again, her snow-white neck completely exposed, and her silver teeth clenched tightly.

“Drip…Drip…”

Even though it was so blocked, some of it still flowed out, after all, the pressure was too great.

——The tool is used as a tool...

After putting Fubuki, whose belly had been filled up by him, on the bed, Yang Mingxiu stretched out his body.

······

"Keep your back straight and transfer the power through your waist and abdomen, not your arms!"

"Yes! Master Bang."

The location is in the gym of Liushui Duanshiquan. The first place in C-rank, the Unlicensed Knight, who has changed into a white uniform, is sweating profusely.

Looking at the extremely hardworking unlicensed knight, Bang narrowed his eyes with satisfaction. At the beginning, he had some doubts about the person recommended by the heroic Yangming, but now it seems that he is indeed a good seedling.