The great father of the gods was devouring the breakfast on the table. After a period of eating behavior full of Asgardian style, the father of the gods licked his fingers, leaned back on the back of the chair with satisfaction and burped. However, before he could rest for a while, the door of the shelter was pushed open, and a young man wearing a gorgeous crimson robe led a large group of similarly young people in simple clothes and barged in.
Then the group of aggressive guys were stopped by community volunteers. The young man in the lead showed an awkward smile, and after scanning the crowd, he locked his target. This young man was not a street gangster who came to the shelter to make some money. The clothes he was wearing were very valuable. If the volunteers had not discovered this fact, they would have picked up shotguns to greet this group of people. After a period of negotiation and persuasion (plus persuasion with enchantment spells and monetary negotiation), Salomon was finally able to lead the group of apprentices and take away the Father of the Gods who had been cleansed by the volunteers.
"Where are you taking me?" The father of the gods clutched the crumpled napkin in his hand and refused to let go. Although the brain of the Father of the Gods was blinded, the power did not disappear. The mystics of Karma Taj carefully followed the Father of the Gods while keeping an appropriate distance to prevent him from waving his arms in desperation and knocking them into pieces. Beach minced meat. Only Salomon could get close to the Father of the Gods. He used a very gentle tone to persuade the Father of the Gods to go with him. At the same time, he also sent a message to the Queen of Heaven in the cabin to inform him of the current situation. .
After dealing with these messy things, Salomon waved away the few owls in New York City and the large number of snakes living in the sewers. It was precisely because of the help they provided that Salomon was able to find the Father of the Gods so quickly - although the "quick" meant that he had searched all night, the result was good, and no one could criticize their actions, even if Not even those temple deacons who will come out of the dimensional gap in the near future.
Salomon did not want to pursue the matter any further. He sent the father of the gods to Queen Frigga and returned home. The next thing will be solved by Queen Frigga. Asgard has reached a deal with the Supreme Mage. Salomon only needs to follow it. He can also enjoy the short-term peace and the joy of going to college.
Athena gave him a car again.
"How can a college student not have his own car?" These were Athena's original words - Salomon originally thought she was going to give him an ordinary car, but he still forgot that the Olympus god system was deeply ingrained in his genes. You can never get rid of your love for luxury. Athena waved her hand seemingly casually, and an Aston Martin slowly drove out of her garage. The person sitting in the driver's seat was little Lorna. Seeing the excitement on her face, she was also very happy that she could carry out the illegal activity of driving without a license.
"Take little Lorna for a walk around New York." Athena left the childcare work to Salomon. "By the way, you can familiarize yourself with the feel of this new car. Next, you have to go to Oxford to rent a hotel. Remember to find a house with a garage." The goddess of wisdom cleared her throat and said in a very proud tone, "In fact, I have found it! It is 215 pounds a week, with a separate bathroom and an oven."
[Note: This is the real price, but there is no garage, and most international students will not rent this kind of house. 】
"I want to eat cookies!" Little Lorna also joined in the fun.
"As long as you are happy." Salomon rolled his eyes helplessly. As in the past, he would try his best to satisfy Athena's desire for control. However, as an adoptive mother, Athena was not satisfied after making these demands. "Then you have to pick up your girlfriend in the car. Although I don't like her, I have to admit that ordinary people are not suitable for you." She said, "Your girlfriend has a gift for you. "
"I have a gift for you." Bayonetta gently pulled Salomon by his collar and dragged him to the bedroom. The witch pushed him onto the gorgeous four-poster bed. The witch wearing light pajamas straddled the mystic mage gracefully. The transfer of body temperature and soft body made Salomon blush unconsciously. The light blocked by the crimson curtain made this place a dark and narrow space. , he seemed to be able to feel the witch's breath, and the light pink scent of lust and perfume filled every corner here.
"Just like we did in the past." She whispered in Salomon's ear, while clamping her strong and beautiful long legs around his waist. The witch leaned down and kissed the mystic on the cheek. Salomon felt the wet and sticky tongue swipe across his neck, making his breathing become heavier involuntarily.
"Only this time we have to get it done."
"Really...really? But Joan of Arc..."
"Don't worry, your adoptive mother sent her away." Bayonetta winked playfully, "In the next five hours, we will be the only ones in this house. Boya, this is your coming-of-age ceremony. Oh, are you shy? Oh, you are so cute, my dear little boy~"
"I'll be seventeen soon..." Bayonetta ignored Salomon's retort. She raised her slender legs, turned around, and straddled Salomon's face. Mystic Mage After a little struggle, he obediently continued his usual game with the witch. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to tasting the ripe and juicy delicacy, like tasting the noble rot liqueur that has been dried. His movements were very careful, and Bayonetta felt the gentle wiggling of the rough tongue with satisfaction.
This was the result of her long training, and Salomon had learned how to please her.
"Boya, I'm also wearing your favorite high heels~" she said softly, and at the same time she felt the trembling of the muscles in her lower body and the hardness of the part she held. The witch laughed out loud, "You have grown up now. You can be more rough. Big sister, I like rough men best~"
"Hmm..." Salomon seemed to be more enthusiastic. The witch made a light humming sound, her toes wrapped in thin black stockings straightened involuntarily, and her thick long hair hanging down like dark clouds also swayed happily. Bayonetta let out a hot and moist breath, and reached out to take off her glasses. At the same time, her other hand also slightly increased its strength, causing Salomon to crush another exclamation in his throat.
"Try harder, boya, you have to make your sister happy. Oh~ Do you want to use this position for the first time? Boya, you are really awesome~" The witch skillfully removed Salomon's clothes. She untied her ties and threw her extra clothes off the bed. Her body slowly moved downwards, and the wet trail extended all the way down the mystic mage's neck. Salomon was intoxicated by her perfect smooth back. He couldn't wait to raise his body, brushed the witch's long hair away, and kissed her back.
The witch leaned back and held his chest with both hands. She turned back and smiled mischievously at him, and then Salomon felt that he had broken through a barrier. He felt that the moisture and heat he had never experienced surrounded him, and every inch of the soft folds brought him unimaginable. of joy. Along with the ups and downs of the witch's body, this pleasure became more and more intense, sucking in all his emotions like the black magic that squeezes the soul. All joy and anger were melted into the witch's tenderness, and his body could not stop being slight. The trembling, timeless witch was perfectly integrated with him.
"This is really..." Salomon sighed, and he could no longer speak.
