Sanzen no Souru Supina

"Blood Currency Co-Prosperity."

Hearing Yuga's words, Zion listened as he was engraved in irresistible pleasure.

Yugadhir's ruling trantrim is located on the western edge of the Obsidian Sea, a nation bordering the southern border with the Vibronze Empire.

Covered by deep woods, the Risengrung River crosses with Geiserlon at its source through the centre. It was a nation characterized by steep foothills and fan areas.

Trantrim is not originally a land of night demons.

For more than two hundred years, its history ends when it is saved by a single hero from the oppressors who ruled the region.

I'm just saying that what defeated that oppressor and gave the people good governance was the Night Demon Hero: Yugadir. The people supported Yuga, the demon of the night, more than the royal nobles of the time, who treated the inhabitants only as their own, which was also a tool of disposability, and laid abusive repression, beginning with the right to the first night.

At that time, and still today, the position of the small states in the region, including Trantrim, is in crisis.

A group of small nations dotted in the deep forest cross the deep forest, bordering the border with the wilderness of Hadari.

It was a desolate strip of steps and a desert - it was cold too - and it was a magical land, so to speak, where azimuthal magnetic needles and even star movements would go crazy. And there are at the same time eleven families of demons - warriors, swine ghosts, tribes of serpents, and sometimes old gods who have been banished and skinny trekking... in other words, it can be called a kind of hell.

The group of small states, mainly trantrim, is a world isolated from the surrounding countries by its hell, closed, and thus the politics of each country tends to be militarily inclined, which often became a hotbed of repression.

Yuga even called on its neighbours.

If we should take hands, we should work together - we should be a coalition.

When it came to being over 800 years old, Zion's father: Yuga, who was supposed to be of considerable age, not even to Scarbelli, uttered his words from the point of view of the world situation as a wanderer, as one who had spread the sight and hearing of the world.

Use the Night Demon Knight as a shield for mankind.

Instead, humanity pays blood as a just reward.

It is neither forfeiture nor forfeiture. Nor is it related to hunters and hunting prey.

Respect each other's existence and receive some blood as a respectful reward for those who fought with their lives at stake.

Win co-prosperity at its end.

That was the philosophy of Yuga's proposed "Money of Blood" Co-Prosperity Zone.

And after the battle and long conciliation that went on, the group of small nations became a coalition.

Each delegate speaks up and decides on a huge problem - a loose consortium - when it comes to independent autonomy.

Trantrim has officially been perennial, abolishing the King and his equivalent.

Parliamentary politics by chiefs and parliaments - move to the so-called republican system.

However, Yuga has a permanent seat in that parliament.

And he was also the head of the "White Demon Knights", which has full responsibility for the defence of Trantrim and the surrounding states.

Suddenly, you don't like to speak eloquently about your own feats - if you connect Yuga's fragmented narrative together, it will.

Yuga talked to Zion, night after night, pointing to the map. For the record, yes.

And the map was Scion's complexion, naked.

In the carriage cabin, and in the private room, in the bedroom, Yuga forced Zion to his "dream".

Theon was forced to shoot Dream into his body.

That would have been an act to be called food, not a meal.

Scion can't forget the disgrace of being forced to do that in the car.

That's why I can't even hate Yuga.

Yuga's "Dream" was delicious, without delusion.

Whereas Zion refused to “suck blood," Yuga made the transfusion of Dream strong in the human way he said it would be.

It was violence.

But at the same time, it seems to Zion that it was the kindness of a man named Yuga.

None is only in Scion, which has consequently postponed the decision.

And Yuga, who brought Ashley and Zion into the private chamber by his own hand from the midst of the car, imprisoned Zion as he was, while the moon went round about his void (the fullness).

In the meantime, Theon is so... so... out of his mouth.

Every time I remember, my whole body gets hot to be burned by fire, and I pulse harder.

restrained, distorted and forced.

That should have been a treatment that took into account the possibility that Scion would hurt Ashley while intoxicated by The Dream and responding to her thirst desire. Negative "Focus": It should have been to immobilize the flesh that couldn't stand the "Jagri Jagra" outrage and rammed around independently of Zion's will.

Golden chains named Zenobia. Extremely peculiar wedding tools used by the nobles of the Night Devil.

It can only be explained here that a night devil's wedding is close to a kind of hunt (hunt).

But... if he asks me if I didn't find a kind of dark pleasure there, I can't answer Theon.

Yuga's "Dream", which is poured unilaterally, tasted somewhere like being able to tighten his chest - similar to his grief.

Incense of burnt cigars. Yuga's "Dreams" undoubtedly bore the style that only the years gave and only those that could withstand them.

It was like Ashle's vibrant, sharpened cutting-edge - a deep taste coloured with repeated frustrations and the keen hearts of men who still did not bow their knees, unlike the burning passion.

Relative to reality, we have continued to arrive at the negotiating table, hence exhaustion and wounds.

I can't even wait to love that.

There was a "chi chi" that made me feel that way.

As Yuga's Dream proves that Zion's famine, and hence Ashley's depletion, will be restored, Yuga made it strong on Ashley's sleeping bed, on Zion.

Yuga was right.

To shame, and crying over my apologies to Ashley, I was still driven mad by the delicacy of The Dream poured by Yuga.

At its end, Theon felt Ashle's flesh regaining the colour and heat of his blood whenever he was shot into the Dream. If I hadn't seen that, I would have been very unbearable.

And that's why I couldn't resist.

During that feeding, or during, Scion was altered by the "Jagri Jagra".

Countless hands are inserted into the body and the flesh is altered as the man wishes.

The shame, however, was all colored by terrible pleasure.

There's no way to fight Zion knowing it's a drama drug that drives you crazy if you drink it.

All that Scion could do was protrude the Blue Ones, the incarnation of the Rose Absolute, into him, to keep reason by suffering, and to guard the last line of death that should never be transcended.

Indeed, Yuga was trying to help Ashley and Zion.

But at the same time, he was stirred up by his sexuality as a ruler.

So Theon was deprived of everything else.

by a thorough and merciless ravage.

It took a week for Ashley's condition to stabilize.

So Theon was finally released from custody.

When the worried samurai finally entered the Lord's chamber, which continued to cage the week, it was full of rose incense and the smell of tobacco, wine and sweat.

The samurai lost her voice, often stood up, to the less sweetness of the sight that spread there.

There was a naked boy with a splendid cheek as the light of the vanishing candle lit up.

The flesh was still broken, and there were wounds everywhere, but sharp angular lines of body, like sharp blades, made the young ladies' breasts beat like early bells.

The serene sleeping face and its tender but strong willed appearance were to convince us that it belonged roughly to the kingdom of heaven.

At the end of the day, there was a figure of their Lord in the seat.

I only wear sleepy clothes to the umbilicus (navel).

A layer of fat lingers on the forged flesh for a supple look.

If the beauty of the boy is so hard as to be sharpened and painful, then it was… the figure of an adult man who could even take on the stain of blood, even evil.

And more importantly, what caught their attention was the figure of a beautiful maiden decorated in a golden bondage chain.

In her flesh, which sleeps to lean against the boy, the claw marks of love that would have been received until he was there vary, and the constant breathing and the sweat floating on his back bear witness to its intensity. The trace was eloquently telling the story of how flesh, like that of a girl, was terribly abused.

And the samurai tremble sensually, understanding what these too beautiful shapes will not stop attracting their own eyes.

It's a match between Qing and horny.

Two events were embedded in the maiden's flesh that could only doubt her eyes.

One is a pitch-black cut that gives you an obvious sense of witchcraft.

Its cutting-edge came from the inside of the maiden, and even though it was, it did not shed a drop of blood, and it was there in the thought of the backs of dangerous sea fish roaming the sea plains.

One is wearing a blue petal.

It couldn't have been a product of nature. Roses wear flowers twice in early summer and autumn. But it's winter, and it's getting old.

So even the second daughters, who were not psychics, could immediately understand that it was paranormal.

And the thorn was eaten deep into the flesh of the maiden.

The samurai were slated by holiness and evil, chastity and slut, purity and sensuality, and fascinated by the appearance of a reprehensible maiden.

Zion, who was released from custody, was given freedom.

But in a way, I could also say it was a cruel setup.

Far, indeed far from that desperate situation when.

Theon was able to regain reason and thought. I didn't have to be a mad beast in blood.

But it also meant that time had come to blame for shame and guilt.

Nevertheless, hunger and depletion have struck intermittently.

And the "Jagri Jagra" outrage blamed Scion several times a day, irregularly.

As we celebrate the New Year, I guess we have to participate in different events.

Yuga was of the state, and did not fail in the service of the Union.

Theon and Ashley were left in that bedroom.

Since that one incident, Yuga has forbidden any subordinate entry or exit into the bedroom.

I also strictly forbade any reference to what I saw or heard.

They were damned ladies, but the order was followed almost perfectly in relation to the case.

That was both a concern for the safety of his subordinates and for confidentiality.

so that Zion, who is in a state of famine, will not harm the inhabitants in case, he said.

A meal for dressing, sheets and ashleys will be prepared in a place that combines the aisle and waiting room present between Yuga's private room and the bedroom.

Bedroom doors are knocked when the waiters collect laundry and dishes and everything is ready.

After a while, Theon receives it, changes the sheets, grooves the bed, and gives Ashle a mouthful of meals.

Wake me up, and I can't help wishing for Zion while I let the milk porridge made from boiling grain and fruit come into its mouth.

Quickly, wake up and take me away... or else.

Ashley's lips still have a lot to do after the rash.

Skin is regaining a sparkling glow, but its cheeks are peeling, reminding Scion that the recovery has not yet caught up.

Theon trembles with unspeakable anxiety.

Theon, as usual, has to get out of that bedroom and spend time on the couch in the waiting room.

It's a moment or so.

Pick a nice day and open a thick triple curtain.

Ashle, a human, needless to say needed the light of the sun.

It was Scion, the day walker, so if he was in a healthy condition, he wouldn't have had enough problems to accompany him on the side.

However, Zion can't be said to be in good shape right now, and I knew it would wear off.

I have to keep my health warm for a little recovery.

Sitting on his knees in a waiting room bench without a light, Theon holds his own shoulder.

Also, "Jagri Jagra" twirls like an unexpected turnaround, and Scion unwittingly raises his voice.

That was wet in sweetness with no excuse.

The flesh of Zion is being altered from its inner parts in the relentless Hiragans.

"Jagri Jagra", ordered by Yuga, works against the flesh of Zion at all times until the alteration is completed.

So Theon has no escape.

That was never a strong flame, but the experience of being smoked from the inside with raw trees that could never be finished surely hunted down Scion.

Theon, the night demon, is essentially a being who denied plasticity.

Whether it is poked with a spear or amputated with a battle axe or sword, the flesh is instinctively restored to the Scion catfish prescribed by Scion.

That's why, after all, this alteration was horrible.

I can never go back to who I was last night.

It is the first rule accepted by the fatalists, who live almost in this world.

Time does not unwind. I don't even have to wait.

That's why stacking it makes sense.

And Zion knew with his own hands the meaning of the word, whether he was prepared or not, the burden that the things of fate bore.

However, it was heavily biased against the negative side.

Theon feared that his body and mind would be trampled by the desires of others.

Yet I feared the fact that I would feel the dark pleasure there - the cold fact.

And more importantly, when it has been changed by Yuga any more, can I fulfill and be by Ashley, or will Ashley put me by her side?

When I started thinking about it, I couldn't stop shivering.

And only then will starvation strike.

Scion hated his own blood muscles, which completely reproduced the flavour of Yuga in his mouth.

Saliva overflows and doesn't stop. I want it.

Running back to the bedroom, closing the curtains, locking them, and pressing their own expensive feet against Ashle's flesh. Crying, repentant.

I wanted you to alter it. I wanted you to cover me up. To Ashley. It had to be Ashley.

Wake up, Sion hopes.

But the desire does not come only from the Screw.

Not enough, not enough, for Ashley's flesh to wake up. The Dream.

So Theon can only plead with Yuga, who has returned.

Feed me.

"It's not strange when you wake up any more - are you sure in a few days?"

Yes, Yuga undertook just three weeks after the encounter of the three of them.

The location is Yuga's private room - not the bedroom.

"There is my villa in the mountains. I have not visited Kasumi for more than a decade, although he used it with his wives. However, the couple, who were only close to taking care of it, have undertaken it as an old age job for me. If you like, you should move with him."

Yuga's words were overflowing with kindness, but the air filled the private room somewhere.

That was due to a proposal that had been sent before this.

"We need to talk. Let's get dressed and talk... over there, I'll wait."

It was not until a moment ago that Yuga, who finished feeding Tonight's Dream, told Zion that and left.

Theon, who had kept himself in Ashley to untie and unwind the bondage, took a great deal of time to strip the trembling flesh from it.

Sion's mind was going to manage between a mind that was going to be crushed by the consciousness of sin and a body that was going crazy for pleasure.

I couldn't forgive myself for crying joyfully in front of the man I loved, being set free by another man.

Even though it is, I couldn't even hate Yuga.

At least salvation was that Ashle was definitely recovering. It's not weird when you wake up anymore. There was that certainty.

It's just that during his act with Yuga, when his eyelids moved to cramp, Zion's heart ached like an ice needle had been put up.

If Ashley has seen this self now, can I not be by this man any longer? Can't you put it down?

The more frightened you are, the more brutal pleasures your flesh will feel at the sharp corners.

Theon doesn't want to admit that the fallen joy runs through his spine.

From all over your body, you can see the incense of Yuga rising.

During the last three weeks, what Zion has spoken of is water and slight fruit, wine.

Everything else was a dream poured out of Yuga.

Theon's body has already been made Yuga's from the inside.

A fragrance that cannot be deluded by deception or deception - the incense of the cigar - revives behind the nasal cavity.

Still, until we save Ashley and reunite - Theon rises to support it alone.

I wiped my whole body with water, tied my hair up, and armed with a courtesy, I could still discipline myself a little.

Still, yet, I have things to fulfill.

That's why I accepted such humiliation.

I turn to the mirror and say so. Ashley's figure is visible beyond the Scion that solidifies Manami.

Tightening my mind, I got a little calm back.

Think about the meaning of Yuga's words while wearing jewelry.

What is the story to be preoccupied with? The Zions are treated as guests, and only very few are informed of this. Ashle is right, she still remained unconscious, and no longer captive to Zion.

Yuga just should have told you to order him.

He should have been the only one who had the right to be deprived of his life.

What else can I do for you? Scion couldn't figure it out right away.

If we were to demand some kind of payment from the Scions in this case, that would have been the way to go in the bedroom.

It was a mystery.

However, only Scion can decide and negotiate on the future treatment of Ashle and Scion and their lives right now.

And apparently, suddenly Yuga is an overwhelming way of doing things, and he's not willing to let Zion drink the suggestions he's going to make right now.

What the hell am I going to tell you?

Theon knew with his own hands that a man named Yuga was a powerful monarch, not a glimmer. In his body, armed by its courtesy, he knew that his blood, both as a conqueror and as a hero, was still burning with the Helens (once).

Otherwise, Zion would not have suffered this much.

It was resentful that the quality of the "Dream" to be poured out could be understood by the body, not reason.

Before denying it, it becomes more indulgent - there was such a thing in Yuga's Dream.

That's why Zion thinks we have to find Yuga's sincerity.

Zion also knows very well that a respectable opponent is not synonymous with an ally.

Rather, Zion knew that it was on the enemy's side that such a person would be found.

I should have stood ready.

Once, it was. Yuga's fingers, her lips, her tongue, her fangs, wandered all over Zion, checking for flavor and biting so much that blood seeped through her.

It is a hallucination.

I just didn't know if that was due to Yuga's "Dream," the result of a modification by "Jagri Jagra," or if it was otherwise - drawn from among the Scions.

Scion toe first, turned his body against.

Put your hand on your mouth and desperately push your voice to death. The feeling should have been just for a moment, less than a second.

But that moment I brutally told Zion. Wordless, I conveyed it.

"Omae is already mine," he said.

Theon trembled, nearly spilling tears, and then, forced his trembling knee to stretch to correct his posture. I gripped my fist so hard that blood seeped through it.

"Something to lose."

I'm going home. to Ashley.

I tried to squeeze it and made it sound like a voice. It was a vanity.

Even so, Zion needed it now.

Keep it that way and crawl the "Rose Absolute" inside your skirt, admonishing it tightly. The feeling of sharp pain eating through the skin.

But I loved the pain now.

Don't give in, because I felt the feeling of an unspeakable hard blade that commanded me to protect Zion.

Yuga's private room still had thick curtains unloaded.

The desk and the reception table were there, and Zion was urged to sit on that couch.

Holy Sword: Scion faintly dwells in the sensation of Rose Absolute eating into her soft skin. Still, I didn't round my back.

"Let's get to work"

That's what I told him.

Yuga, who was lighting tea on Zion, lowered her hips opposite Zion.

"I have ravaged your dignity by my personal desire"

behave tea to Zion, breathe one breath, then Yuga said.

"It was an end to my desire for conquest, my desire for possession, my desire for exclusivity, and all my responsibility rests with myself"

It was nothing more than an explanation of why Yuga ravaged Zion's flesh and infused the Dream.

If the other person was not Yuga, different in words, attitudes, or sushi, Theon would have pummeled hot tea in the other person's face.

But in fact, the cup in my hand broke, and I just trembled and made a mess and was fixed on the receptacle.

That's what Yuga said, and she didn't even try to apologize.

There was no guilt or shame in following one's desires, and the attitude showed. I didn't even make excuses for Zion to save his condition.

Theon didn't know what you were trying to say.

It's just heat coming through. A sincere passion was in its silence.

"Your lord... is trying to save us... is trying to save us"

For some reason, Zion was more of a defender of Yuga's principles of conduct. I had such a feeling that if Yuga's words were spoken as if they were her own desires, she wouldn't be able to escape.

That's... a woman.

As such, you must not listen to Yuga's true intentions. That's what I felt.

Yuga went on to say the words, as evidenced by Zion's instinctive fears.

"The trigger could indeed have been. But I can't tell you that I'm acting for it right now by asking my own mind."

To describe the manipulation I have done to you as “helping people" is too much. Yuga looked straight at Zion and said.

I already understood what Zion was saying.

I understood, but I knew it was something I shouldn't understand.

It's something you shouldn't understand.

If you don't understand, it's Zion who has to be strong.

Oh, and yet.

Yet Yuga rises and walks.

No, Theon shook his head small.

Don't put it into words, I gestured. But Yuga falls to her knees.

Theon smelled the incense of the Dream rising from his flesh, and somewhere there was a snowfall, and there was an abominable black cut in his body.

"I've loved you. Please... could you be my wife?"

Yuga will tell you.

Take Zion's trembling hand.