Zongman: Reincarnation in the Other World, but Goblin

Luo Lin's breathing gradually stabilized, and his eyes slowly regained clarity. He looked at Freya beside him and found that there was also a deep calmness in her eyes.

………………

Lorraine slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. This time the output was so refreshing, as if it was an unreal dream.

At this moment, Freya was curled up in Lorraine's arms, completely changing her previous image of a proud princess. She was like a young girl who had just experienced sex for the first time. She lay in Lorraine's arms very delicately, clinging tightly to Lorraine's body.

The ball of magic thunder was like a mountain pressing down on his chest. Freya's long pink hair was scattered like a waterfall, falling on the big pink bed. Her fair and tender body was covered with faint red marks...

The pink-haired girl was still asleep at this moment. Perhaps because it was too intense, or perhaps because she was too excited, there were some stars in the corners of her eyes.

Although she was still asleep, Freya's cherry-like mouth was filled with a happy smile.

………………

Chapter 206: It's all over the place

I have to say that Freya's physical fitness is still relatively strong compared to ordinary magicians.

The female magician that Lorraine brought back from the goblin cave fainted completely after only letting her absorb the magic liquid twice. Lorraine had already used up a magic wand, but she was still drawing.

Such physical fitness is too weak for Lorraine. He cannot enjoy himself at all, and naturally cannot obtain all the experience points and attribute points.

So after Lorraine received the first reward from the female magician and obtained her ability points and talents, he basically did not continue to infuse her with magic liquid.

There is nothing that can be done about it. Survival of the fittest, this saying also applies to the fiercely competitive harem.

And Freya...the two of them were inseparable the whole night, and they didn't fall asleep in each other's arms until six in the morning.

Although Freya had been begging since three in the morning...

I have to say that the pink-haired princess in the world of stick heroes is really a leader...

Of course, the result of such a fun night was also very messy.

Freya's room was in a terrible mess.

Because Freya was the first concubine to follow Lorraine, and now she can be considered the queen, the room she was assigned is the largest and best one except for Lorraine's.

There are three bedrooms and two living rooms, a bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom, a toilet and a balcony. Everything is available, and all the furniture has been replaced by the best by Lorraine.

But now, those luxurious facilities and furniture have become a mess, with liquids everywhere. It is unclear whether it was left by Lorraine or Freya, or by both of them.

Not to mention the bed sheets, which were completely soaked, and even the mattress underneath was a little soaked.

Freya's room was filled with the afterglow of last night. Not only did the two of them conduct the magic fluid on the bed, but their footprints were left almost all over the room.

On the chair, on the coffee table, on the dining table, on the stove, in the toilet, even on the edge of the bed and in front of the mirror...

Without exception, every corner records their love affair; in short, the entire room is full of their traces.

Even the special magic high heels that Freya had specially put on were filled with liquid, and she stepped in without hesitation.

They were about to end it, but because Freya accidentally guessed that the magic liquid was too attractive, Freya, who finally had a chance to rest, was pulled over by Lorraine and pressed on the table...

So, even though Freya was forced to open the window by Lorraine last night and the wind was blowing in, the room was still filled with a wonderful smell.

The same thing happened to Freya. Her entire body was stained with the magic liquid that was regarded as a treasure by the other concubines in the harem. Her body was covered with clots formed from drying. She only had one pair of stockings left that she had originally worn. Her body was soaked with various liquids and was a little sticky.

Although Lorraine tried his best not to disturb Freya's sleep, when he just moved her arm away, Freya, who was sleeping soundly, woke up drowsily.

"Hmm..." Freya slowly opened her hazy eyes, and looked at Lorraine beside her with a dazed look. Her delicate body moved slightly, and she snuggled up to him gently like a well-behaved kitten.

Her soft hair gently caressed Lorraine's cheek, bringing a faint fragrance.

Then, Freya let out a satisfied moan, and her small head swayed slightly, as if she was looking for a more comfortable position. Her eyes were half-closed, revealing a kind of lovable laziness.

"Lorraine, good morning..." Her voice was like the sound of nature, sweet and gentle. Although it still carried a hint of tiredness, it was enough to make people's hearts beat.

Almost instinctively, Freya stretched out her slender arms and hugged Lorraine's neck tightly, like a child clinging to its mother.

Her furry little head rubbed against Lorraine's broad shoulders, and from time to time she playfully touched his skin with the tip of her nose, as if feeling his warmth and breath.

Suddenly, Freya stretched out her pink little tongue and licked it gently. The wet feeling made Lorraine tremble all over, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

However, this is just the beginning.

She half closed her eyes, gazed at the lover in front of her lovingly, and then pressed her lips against his without hesitation.

They enjoyed the sweetness and tenderness of the moment and forgot everything around them.

The playful kiss lasted for a few moments, as if the whole world had paused.

In this wonderful moment, their hearts became closer, as if they had become one.

Lorraine kissed Freya playfully, sucking gently from time to time, and the subtle sound of water splashes floated in the air.

Lorraine's movements were light and agile, as if he was afraid of hurting her. Freya's emerald green eyes gradually became hazy, as if covered with a thin layer of mist.

She breathed slightly, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion and longing.

"Lorraine..." She whispered softly, with a hint of trembling in her voice.

Lorraine stopped kissing, looked at her, and asked gently: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Freya shook her head, a blush on her face, "I'm just a little... a little tired." As she spoke, she tried to move her thigh, but immediately felt a burning pain, as if her body was about to be torn apart.

Lorraine immediately noticed her discomfort and asked with concern: "Is your leg hurting a lot?"

Freya nodded slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice, "Yeah, my whole body aches, as if it's falling apart."

Lorraine hugged her in his arms lovingly and whispered comfortingly, "Don't worry, take your time, I'm here." He gently stroked her back, trying to make her relax.

Freya snuggled in his arms, feeling his warm body temperature, and her heart gradually calmed down. She sighed softly, closed her eyes, and enjoyed this moment of peace.

The two hugged each other quietly, the only sounds in the room being each other's breathing and heartbeats.

Although the feeling of physical discomfort still existed, Freya felt a warmth and security she had never felt before.

Suddenly, Freya frowned, pursed her lips, and whispered, "It hurts."

Lorraine stopped what he was doing and looked at her with concern. "Freya, are you feeling unwell?"

Freya shook her head, a blush on her face, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Lorraine reached out and gently stroked her cheek, her tone full of tenderness and apology, "Let's have a good rest today, and we don't have to go to practice today."

Freya leaned in his arms and nodded. Her expression still showed a trace of fatigue, but more of satisfaction and happiness. She sighed softly and said, "You are so domineering all the time."

Lorraine gently kissed the corner of Freya's lips and whispered, "Sorry, I went a little too far last night."

Freya frowned slightly, slowly recalling the madness of last night, and a blush quickly appeared on her cheeks.

She herself didn't know that her body could be put into so many shameful yet bold postures.

She remembered that she was put in various positions on the bed, and not only that, there were many more memories that made her blush and her heart beat fast.

Lorraine pressed her against the French window, with one of her legs lifted high up, so she could only support her weight with the other leg in high heels.

Then she was bent over the table, and the whole table clanged loudly.

………………

Chapter 207: Freya is Seduced

A shocking scene happened last night - Freya was sitting in Lorraine's arms with her legs crossed!

What's even worse is that he held Freya in front of the mirror and forced her to stare at herself in the mirror. At this moment, a strong sense of shame surged into her heart like a tide, and Freya couldn't believe what she saw.

Her pretty face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple, and her shyness was beyond words. Finally, unable to bear the torture, Freya could not help but let out a low and plaintive moan. These unthinkable postures kept flashing in her mind, making her feel more and more ashamed.

Freya couldn't help but sigh softly: "Wow, how on earth did I do such a thing!"

At this moment, the discomfort in her body was like a ruthless hammer, hammering at Freya's willpower all the time, which also made her have a more unforgettable experience of last night's magic training.

For more than five hours, there was almost no rest in between, and every magical impact of magic practice was like a surging wave, carrying endless enthusiasm and power.

Freya finally understood what Babel meant by those words at that time, and finally understood why Babel looked at her with a look of "Do you want to die?" when she was feeding leeks to Lorraine yesterday.

If possible, she really wanted to go back and warn her yesterday self not to seek death!

Although the process was very comfortable, comfortable to the soul, the pleasure completely destroyed her rationality, and her brain seemed to be burned out. But the result is now like this, and her throat is almost hoarse. She originally thought that she could have a good day on the beach today, but now, let alone playing on the beach, even getting up and walking is a big problem.

"Wow, it's all your fault, stupid Lorraine..." Freya poked Lorraine's waist angrily, "I can't go out to play today."

Lorraine kissed the corner of her lips with an apologetic look on her face, "I'm sorry, I will stay with you today."

For more than five hours, with almost no rest in between, every movement of Lorraine was filled with endless passion and power.

Freya finally understood what Babel meant by those words at that time, and finally understood why Babel looked at her with a look of "Do you want to die?" when she was feeding leeks to Lorraine yesterday.

If possible, she wished she could turn back time and warn her yesterday self in person not to seek death!

Because of the previous magic training, Freya's original plan was completely ruined.

Originally, she was looking forward to having fun with Lorraine in the tribe, but in the current situation, let alone playing on the beach, even getting up and walking became an unsolvable mystery.

"Woo woo, it's all your fault, stupid Lorraine..." Freya pouted and poked Lorraine's waist angrily.

Lorraine was filled with guilt. She kissed the corner of her lips gently and said softly, "I'm sorry, baby. I will be with you wholeheartedly today."

"Ha, that's right."

Freya rubbed against Lorraine, and the anger in her heart gradually disappeared. "But you don't have to accompany me all the time. It's not easy for us to come here to play. I'm sure Janna and Babel will want to play with you too."

Lorraine looked at her with eyes full of fondness, "You are becoming more and more lovely, my Freya. What can I do? I like you more and more."

"Don't praise me so suddenly! That's too much." Freya's face turned red all of a sudden, and she shyly pushed Lorraine, "You... take me to take a shower! Those things stuck to my body yesterday, and it was so uncomfortable." "Okay, I'll go right away."

Lorraine smiled and said, "I'll go to the bathroom to run some hot water, and then I'll carry you over."

"Well, okay." Freya responded gently.

Lorraine stood up from the bed, his muscular body fully displayed in the air.

Freya looked at Lorraine's strong muscles and saw a few residual marks on them...

She remembered that she was in a state of confusion last night and kept calling Lorraine's name while doing gymnastics in the amusement park.

"No, no, I can't think about it anymore!"

At this moment, Freya was secretly groaning in her heart.

Oh my, her cheeks felt as hot as if she had a fever. The previous scene made her so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Freya couldn't help but let out a soft "Pah", then quickly looked away and buried her face in the soft pillow. Although she was very familiar with that body, she still felt very shy to be exposed in front of her without any scruples!

After a while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, like a melodious movement. After a while, Luo Lin stepped out of the bathroom, and the water vapor lingered around him like a veil, making his figure even more charming.

"The water is ready."

Lorraine moved to the bed and whispered softly, "Let me carry you over."

Freya nodded, and Lorraine gently picked her up. His strong arms were like a safe haven, and his warm embrace was like the sun in winter, making Freya feel at ease.

She curled up in his arms, closed her eyes, and felt the indescribable sense of dependence, as if she was immersed in a sweet world isolated from the world.

She really wanted to stay in Lorraine's arms like this, chatting with him in bed during the day, discussing magic, and doing things they liked to do together at night. It felt as if time had stopped, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. However, reality is always cruel, and Freya knew that this was just a short dream.

While Freya was immersed in this wonderful fantasy, her eyes suddenly fell on a corner of the room. There was the pair of special magic high heels she wore last night. They used to be so gorgeous and beautiful, representing high-end and noble. But at this moment, the shoes have become a wonderful container, which seems to be filled with endless secrets and stories.

The uppers of the shoes were covered with a strange white liquid, and the shoes lay crookedly on the edge of the table, with the contents flowing onto the floor.

Seeing this scene, Freya suddenly felt the warm, slippery, sticky and moist touch coming over her heart again.

She couldn't help but curl her cute toes, and seemed to be able to feel the sticky liquid stirring under her feet.

Recalling the scene last night, Lorraine was obviously too excited. In the next half hour, she felt like she was completely flying in the clouds, and her consciousness was blurred to an indescribable level.

"What a strange habit..." Freya muttered softly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She looked up at Lorraine, who was looking down at her with tenderness in his eyes.

Lorraine noticed her gaze, smiled, leaned over and gently pinched the tip of her nose, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," Freya blinked, hiding her shyness, "I just saw the shoes and remembered what happened last night."

Lorraine chuckled and held her tighter, "You were very proactive last night."

"Hateful!" Freya patted Lorraine's chest gently, and the blush on her face deepened. She lowered her head and stopped talking, but the warmth and attachment in her heart became stronger.

They just snuggled together quietly, as if time had stopped.