“The magical mold…. has spread?” Iris asked.
How can magical mold spread?
Elena realized that this was a worse problem than she had anticipated as she saw Iris’s quizzical expression. This lady wasn’t Rosemary but Iris Elaine, a well-known princess of the Magic Tower.
“Is it weird that it spread?” Elena carefully asked.
“It’s impossible.” Iris shook her head despite herself as she spoke.
Though it was mold, it wasn’t contagious. It was a by-product of incorrect magic, sort of like a left-over floatage. For something like that to be spreading meant that someone was using a massive amount of incorrect magic. But is that possible?
A person who performed magic incorrectly meant that they hadn’t gotten formal magic education. Even if they were born with magical power, it was weak enough for Magic Tower not to have sensed it.
How would people like that perform massive magic?
“Have you heard the type of mold that was spreading?” she asked.
“I heard it was honsy,” Elena replied.
So, it’s honsy?
Iris looked around. She saw maid Anna changing the water in the flower vase. She was infected by honsy mold for sure. Where did she get contaminated by honsy mold?
Elena didn’t bother Iris who was deep in her thoughts. She felt like Iris would do something big, it was more of a prayer really. She wanted her queen to do something. A hope that this beautiful queen would shine brighter than just her looks.
She carefully cleaned up the books in front of Iris and gave a look to the head maid. The head maid observed the atmosphere and dismissed the other maids quietly. In the study only Iris, Elena and the head maid were left.
If the mold is honsy, that is weirder.
Unlike other by-products, honsy was a real uncommon mold and it was only created if the person with very strong magical powers performed incorrect magic. Strong magic power was required but the people possessing them, like Iris, would get the Magic Tower alerted the moment they activated it and immediately put it in the custody of the Tower.
Magic Tower was never wrong.
The person who activated it wouldn’t be able to escape the sight of the Magic Tower.
What happened then? Iris squinted. She couldn’t figure out the answer.
***
That night, Sidrain came into Iris’s bed again. His lips explored Iris’s fair neck without hesitation.
“Mm, mm!” As Iris moaned, his thick legs came between her thin ones. Iris panted and mumbled to him, who was trying to get her legs to open by force.
“W-wait, mm, Sid, wait.”
“I was dying the entire day. Ris, I wanted to do this so bad, I was really going crazy.”
Their lips met. Her spit was aggressively taken. Iris no longer thought that was dirty. She just blanked out. Iris let go of everything in Sidrain’s arms. She just melted. She didn’t know how but didn’t mind it. No, she liked it. She felt weird, she didn’t exactly like it, truthfully felt like she took a lot of bad medicine, but she couldn’t refuse the ecstasy.
“Ah, mmm, w-wait. Ah!”
“Ris, can I suck on here today? Let me know what it tastes like.” Sidrain growled as his fingers twisted Iris’s n*pple. Each time he did, Iris cried, throwing her head back.
Sidrain caressed Iris’s bre*sts and waited for her permission. Meanwhile, his gaze went towards her legs. As she couldn’t contain her excitement she rubbed her legs together, and since his leg was in between hers, her legs were rubbing against his. It was sensational.
“Ris, please.”
“Uh, I have, something, to….”
Iris twisted her body like she really had something to say. It didn’t seem like she knew that that’s what drove men even crazier. Sidrain begged.
“I’ll listen after I suck on it. Once I know what it tastes like, hm?”
“Th-then just a little, ah!”
That moment Sidrain didn’t wait any longer and bit her bre*st.
It was a n*pple of a well-shaped bre*st. The n*pple was a little thick but unlike its image, it was a weak peak. The moment it came into his mouth, he felt that it wanted to run away. When the tongue touched it, it trembled. It was probably her trembling, but he felt like it was the tout flesh.
Iris’s peaks were smooth and soft, having no wrinkles. The fact that her n*pple was slightly darker than her white skin made it more sensational. When he let go after sucking on it to his content, the thick n*pple was very red. That n*pple looked like Iris that was trapped in Rosemary’s body.
When he touched her bre*st, it was firm yet malleable. Her skin was so soft that it would leave a mark if he grabbed too strongly but she wanted him to grab them hard. Her bre*st was so sensitive that she would feel a little joy when he touched them so couldn’t imagine the ecstasy that would fill her body after they were grabbed hard.
Iris wrapped her arms around Sidrain’s neck and kept letting out high pitched moans. At some point she couldn’t hold them back at all. That made Sidrain even crazier.
“The magical mold…. has spread?” Iris asked.
How can magical mold spread?
Elena realized that this was a worse problem than she had anticipated as she saw Iris’s quizzical expression. This lady wasn’t Rosemary but Iris Elaine, a well-known princess of the Magic Tower.
“Is it weird that it spread?” Elena carefully asked.
“It’s impossible.” Iris shook her head despite herself as she spoke.
Though it was mold, it wasn’t contagious. It was a by-product of incorrect magic, sort of like a left-over floatage. For something like that to be spreading meant that someone was using a massive amount of incorrect magic. But is that possible?
A person who performed magic incorrectly meant that they hadn’t gotten formal magic education. Even if they were born with magical power, it was weak enough for Magic Tower not to have sensed it.
How would people like that perform massive magic?
“Have you heard the type of mold that was spreading?” she asked.
“I heard it was honsy,” Elena replied.
So, it’s honsy?
Iris looked around. She saw maid Anna changing the water in the flower vase. She was infected by honsy mold for sure. Where did she get contaminated by honsy mold?
Elena didn’t bother Iris who was deep in her thoughts. She felt like Iris would do something big, it was more of a prayer really. She wanted her queen to do something. A hope that this beautiful queen would shine brighter than just her looks.
She carefully cleaned up the books in front of Iris and gave a look to the head maid. The head maid observed the atmosphere and dismissed the other maids quietly. In the study only Iris, Elena and the head maid were left.
If the mold is honsy, that is weirder.
Unlike other by-products, honsy was a real uncommon mold and it was only created if the person with very strong magical powers performed incorrect magic. Strong magic power was required but the people possessing them, like Iris, would get the Magic Tower alerted the moment they activated it and immediately put it in the custody of the Tower.
Magic Tower was never wrong.
The person who activated it wouldn’t be able to escape the sight of the Magic Tower.
What happened then? Iris squinted. She couldn’t figure out the answer.
***
That night, Sidrain came into Iris’s bed again. His lips explored Iris’s fair neck without hesitation.
“Mm, mm!” As Iris moaned, his thick legs came between her thin ones. Iris panted and mumbled to him, who was trying to get her legs to open by force.
“W-wait, mm, Sid, wait.”
“I was dying the entire day. Ris, I wanted to do this so bad, I was really going crazy.”
Their lips met. Her spit was aggressively taken. Iris no longer thought that was dirty. She just blanked out. Iris let go of everything in Sidrain’s arms. She just melted. She didn’t know how but didn’t mind it. No, she liked it. She felt weird, she didn’t exactly like it, truthfully felt like she took a lot of bad medicine, but she couldn’t refuse the ecstasy.
“Ah, mmm, w-wait. Ah!”
“Ris, can I suck on here today? Let me know what it tastes like.” Sidrain growled as his fingers twisted Iris’s n*pple. Each time he did, Iris cried, throwing her head back.
Sidrain caressed Iris’s bre*sts and waited for her permission. Meanwhile, his gaze went towards her legs. As she couldn’t contain her excitement she rubbed her legs together, and since his leg was in between hers, her legs were rubbing against his. It was sensational.
“Ris, please.”
“Uh, I have, something, to….”
Iris twisted her body like she really had something to say. It didn’t seem like she knew that that’s what drove men even crazier. Sidrain begged.
“I’ll listen after I suck on it. Once I know what it tastes like, hm?”
“Th-then just a little, ah!”
That moment Sidrain didn’t wait any longer and bit her bre*st.
It was a n*pple of a well-shaped bre*st. The n*pple was a little thick but unlike its image, it was a weak peak. The moment it came into his mouth, he felt that it wanted to run away. When the tongue touched it, it trembled. It was probably her trembling, but he felt like it was the tout flesh.
Iris’s peaks were smooth and soft, having no wrinkles. The fact that her n*pple was slightly darker than her white skin made it more sensational. When he let go after sucking on it to his content, the thick n*pple was very red. That n*pple looked like Iris that was trapped in Rosemary’s body.
When he touched her bre*st, it was firm yet malleable. Her skin was so soft that it would leave a mark if he grabbed too strongly but she wanted him to grab them hard. Her bre*st was so sensitive that she would feel a little joy when he touched them so couldn’t imagine the ecstasy that would fill her body after they were grabbed hard.
Iris wrapped her arms around Sidrain’s neck and kept letting out high pitched moans. At some point she couldn’t hold them back at all. That made Sidrain even crazier.
