Women's World: I am the man with the most OP auxiliary class-Chapter 82: Nightmare (r-17)

I’m in a withered forest, it’s night but there are no stars or moons in the sky, you can still see it well, as if it were a movie.

"... We will separate! My family will change the name Skada to Skard!"

"How dare you!"

"You think that because you are a woman you can do whatever you want! I will never allow my son to grow up with these outdated and outdated teachings!"

"Dian!!"

As I approached where a noise of screaming and fighting was coming from, I could see the front yard of a gray and green mansion, deformed.

A beautiful woman, with a flat chest, long green hair and green eyes, took a child by the hand with the same characteristics and turned and left.

Standing with her hand stretched out as if to stop the woman leaving, a beautiful dark brown-haired woman with hazel eyes had a sad but furious look.

"If you walk out that door, you will never set foot in this house again! You won’t even see your daughter Dianeira again!"

The brown-haired woman screamed in fury, although the green-haired woman stopped for a moment, she walked away from the house again.

When the woman came out of the garden of that mansion, I heard a sob on the side. I turned around and saw a little girl sitting against a tree, crying as she hugged her knees.

She has dark green hair, and tears fall from her green eyes like a river.

"Dad~ don’t abandon me, Dad~..." the little girl sobbed.

I guess not everyone has perfect lives, and even in noble families there are problems. Even I have a single-parent family, although I am happy, I mean, in my past life I was an orphan...

I approached the girl, and although I had planned to bend down to be at her height, I suddenly found myself reduced in size.

"It seems like I went back to the way I was at the age of six..."

"ah? Who are you?"

I felt the space around us begin to shake.

"Hi Dianeira, you are a very brave girl to be in such a dark forest~ ?"

I’ve known Dianeira for six lunar cycles, and while I can’t say I know her deeply, at least I know that her attitude is very tough and black-bellied that gets angry easily. And this little girl is not the six-year-old Dianeira but a dream representation of a sadness of 12-year-old Dianeira.

Then...

"It’s just a forest; nothing to be afraid of...." Dianeira suddenly turned around and then approached me hugging me...

What happened -with not being afraid-?

"N.. I’m not afraid, just... I protect you! You are a boy and it is my duty to protect you..."

How do you know I’m a boy? Now she acts like she knows me.

But I think it is not uncommon, sometimes I have also had dreams where I interact with people in a very familiar and close way. But when I wake up, I don’t even know who they are.

As if in that life in the dream those people were NPCs for the dream story.

And it is normal that in dreams logic is completely destroyed and we act as if following a kind of script.

Can it be said that we do not have in the dream -free will-?

"You don’t mind me I am protecting you, right?" Six-year-old Dianeira looked at me with her huge green eyes, you can see some crystalline tears although the river of previous tears has already dried.

"No, it is an honor for me that the beautiful Dianeira protects me and stays with me always"

"Is it a promise?"

"Mm! It’s a promise!"

Little Dianeira smiled and hugged me more, carving her little white face on my chest. Although the position is somewhat uncomfortable, perhaps because it is a dream it does not feel that way.

Dianeira sitting on the floor leaning forward to hug me, and me squatting bending over and holding little Dianeira in my arms. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Dad says that men should be independent and not be treated as if they are weak, and that they are only good for cooking and taking care of babies..."

Mmm... I am not going to comment on this...

"... Do you think you’re going to be an independent man?"

And here they force me to talk about it....

"Even if I become a man like that, we will always need help from someone, no one can live alone, not even the most powerful being in the world can live alone without anyone around him"

"Then Vremya won’t abandon Dianeira like Dad did?"

"Never I swear.

UHNM?"

The passage around us has changed, no longer the dark and dreary forest, it is now a sunny amphitheater-type classroom.

Dianeira and I switch positions, sitting in the classroom bench seats, with her hugging me and both of us turned toward each other with one knee pulled up to the seat.

But now we are no longer small children of about six years old, but having our real age.

"I love that you wear the color forest green in your dress. But you don’t have to change your typical white or blue clothes for me even if we’re dating~ "Dianeira used her index finger to carve circles on my chest tickling me.

Her voice changed to that of a sweet and tender little girl, to the voice of a young lady with a black belly

Looking down at my clothes, now dressed in the same outfit I wore in battle. I must point out that if it is true, it is pure coincidence, there are also other tones, such as yellows, pink, blue, etc. but they are very tender pastel colors.

And a man should not wear tender colors!!

"Kofu* kofu* glad you like it~..." I coughed falsely because I didn’t know what to say. But now in the dream we are boyfriend and girlfriend? The script changes very quickly in dreams...

"Since we are alone, and the others no are here ... What do you think if you show me what a boy hides under his skirt? ~ "

OKAY!! This dream is changing too much!

"What, here? But it’s the classroom!!"

"We can hide behind bookshelves and boxes~ Come on ~ mmuack ~ " Dianeira started acting flirtatiously and gave me a somewhat long kiss on the cheek making me feel her lips wet with saliva.

"No~ what if someone comes in?"

"No one will enter, come~ trust me ~" That’s what a typical playboy would say!

Dianeira stood up and dragged me by the hand. I take myself to the top of the classroom where there is a large hallway with bookcases, boxes, and things that you would only see in a warehouse or a warehouse.

These things are not in the REAL-WORLD classroom!!

Dianeira pushed me into a narrow spot between a closet with old books and some stacked wooden boxes. The space is enough for two people to enter hugging each other’s shoulders, but Dianeira pushed me against the wall.

Then Dianeira began to move her hands around my waist and put her right knee between my legs, forcing me to open them.

As she placed her lips on mine, but nothing else...

For a moment, she doesn’t know what to do and become frozen. So I just had to take the initiative, cross my arms around her neck and use my tongue to open her lips and suck them with my lips.

My movement made Dianeira tremble. And although she said she wanted to see what a guy had under his skirt, she just walks her hands over my waist, my hips and my legs, the only places Dianeira has touched in reality. Maybe because they are in training moments where she must take me and carry me to another place as part of the movement practice and positioning in the middle of the fight.

Dianeira and Xifia are the ones with the greatest mobility and agility. So sometimes, the teacher makes us practice the defense and protect the auxiliary and support classes, that is, ME.

So Xifia and Dianeira have sometimes carried me as a sack of potatoes (with which I have no problems) and sometimes as a princess (with this I do have problems) ...

So having her hands on my back, hips, waist and legs is normal.

But even so, you should have some experience, or else know where to touch your boyfriend, right?

In a few minutes our tongues were dancing, rubbing against each other, and her lips and mine were rubbing intensely. Dianeira began to move her waist.

Because of her position, having a knee between my legs makes one of my legs between Dianeira’s legs.

Then with our rubbing, it seems that Dianeira has started to feel stimulated in her belly.

Although with Dianeira’s hands she lifted my skirt a little, but enough to feel my leg starting to get wet from Dianeira’s crotch.

Then I remembered why I’m here. I separated my lips from Dianeira’s lips and without taking my eyes off her gaze, I began to go down.

"Noo~..."

"Who’s the shy one now~"

"I’m not shy... Isn’t this denigrating you?"

I thought about it for a moment... It seems that the superior gender change in this world now makes boys feel humiliated by having to perform Cunnilingus on girls.

"If it’s for you, my girlfriend. It just makes me happy~" Dianeira’s face was filled with red, and her eyes began to shine like crystal clear lake water.

Dianeira always wears tight leather pants or leather shorts. Because of her need for mobility, it is the best thing for her as an Archer.

But now she wears a short leather skirt that was not difficult for me to lift. Maybe because it’s a Dream, there’s no underwear...

Before my eyes, a pink line appeared dividing a soft white skin. Although I don’t know if that’s how it is in reality, but she is the owner of the dream, and everything here is part of her memories.

The pink opening is wet, from which a special aroma emanates in each drop that drips off. Its mons pubs have some hair trimmed into a green triangle.

Although it is known that the extravagant hair colors in this world are due to the elemental mana of the Familiar Summoned and with whom a bond is created, Dianeira’s rabbit is white not green like this rabbit in front of my eyes...

As a smile appeared on my lips, I slowly approached, stuck out my tongue and placed it between Dianeira’s secret slit.

"Yiiiii~"

My tongue penetrated and parted my lips, and went up rubbing them, I could feel a pressure against my tongue as well as a sweet and salty taste.

I don’t know if it’s because of my Succubus powers, but I don’t think that in dreams someone can get wet, much less taste and smell.

But I started to enjoy the warmth, the taste, the aroma, the texture and everything of Dianeira. Who from the first contact began to emit noises that escaped from between her lips and to place her hands in my hair.

"Vremya~ AHH~ Vremi~ AHNMM~"

"Lero~ lero~ chup~ chup~" I got lost in Dianeira’s honeypot and began to rub my tongue and lips everywhere, placing my hands taking the soft but solid legs of my dream girlfriend.

Then at one point, guided by my desires, I made my tongue penetrate deeper and enter Dianeira.

"AAHHHHH~ VREEM~" Dianeira shivered, and her knees tightened.

I could clearly feel my tongue getting longer and going deeper into Dianeira. It seems that Ria is right, many things can be done in the world of dreams, many of which can be transmitted to reality.

Now my lips were pressed to Dianeira’s lips. My tongue went back and forth inside her. It looks like I’m giving her a French kiss on Dianeira’s secret lower mouth.

While I drank all the honey juice of love from my girlfriend of dreams. I could feel in my hands how Dianeira’s body began to shake as her moans and blows increased in rhythm and volume.

I was almost afraid that someone would listen to us...

On my tongue inside Dianeira’s love cave, I began to feel the pressure of her vaginal walls, pulsing faster and faster.

"VREM~ VREM!~ I can’t stand it anymore~, I’m cumming!~ HAAA~ AMMMM~"

With a long scream, Dianeira reached the peak of her orgasm, a river of honey gushed from her spring and with effort I began to drink it all.

I didn’t want to waste a drop.

My tongue inside her was fighting against the pulsations of Dianeira’s internal muscles. Looking to get more and more liquid of love.

After a few long minutes of orgasm. I stuck my tongue out from inside Dianeira and gently parted my lips from her pubis. Not before giving her one last quick kiss of love. If I could see myself, I’d surely have pink hearts in my eyes...

Then, Dianeira vanished, kneeling on the ground in front of me, taking her in my arms I pulled her to lean on me. It seems that we are back to the position of the beginning in the forest.

Dianeira was breathing fast and deeply, but her arms wrapped around my waist and squeezed me tightly.

"Vremya, I love you~"

When Dianeira said that in my ear. Everyone began to fade into specks of colored lights, as if a soap bubble had exploded.

Then I came back and saw myself back in the dream plane of gray fog. The pomp that seemed to turn gray was gone, and the pomp next to it was still there.

"It seems that Dianeira woke up from her nightmare hehe~

I wonder what face it will have right now...."

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