The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Feeling kind of like a dream, I was drifting through the warm waters of the ocean.

It was an unusually long dream, and yet it was monotonous and blurry in my head so that I didn't get bored along the way and I still didn't have the ability to feel bored.

In the comfortable temperatures and body temperatures, a world where you feel all happy.

In it, I devoured what seemed like infinity.

After a peaceful time that seemed like a week or a year, the intense pressing (light) feeling of being suddenly headlocked by a professional wrestler struck his head, and suddenly the peace was broken.

After feeling such a serious crisis in life that I was willing to crack my head open and kill it, I felt like I woke up from a nightmare, and I was free from mysterious pressures and touched the outside air.

Soaking in warm water again, washing my body with sagging water unlike before, I was twisted in a soft cloth and held in someone's hand.

The eyes only show the world obscure, near and far, as if they had severe myopic presbyopia.

The brain, which became as frigid as a deeply intoxicated night with good alcohol, was best served by fulfilling the purpose of enriching appetite and sleep appetite while escaping painful factors.

When I saw my vision filled with light and the night book descending about ten times, instinctively sucking human milk that no one could tell from me, my mind was finally beginning to become clear.

(Still dreaming?

In soft thinking, it was about that that I kept thinking it was hard.

I just think I'm dreaming.

But I feel like I've been dreaming for a long time now.

It was a few days ago that I had a mysterious headache, but it still seemed strange that I had such a long memory in my dreams.

"Let's say no."

I tried to put it into words and put it together, but I couldn't speak without moving my throat well.

I wonder what this sense of reality is.

Has it flown into heaven or hell or into the afterlife?

The last clear memory was a scene of footscratching and drowning in cold water.

It got cold from the core of my body, and then my body couldn't move, drank water, and sank into the water.

But now, I don't know the situation, but it doesn't hurt anywhere, and it's not cold.

I was put to bed in a soft bed and it seemed like a job to be confused all day.

I don't know if it's a dream or a reality or an illusion, but I'm a toddler now.

It seemed like my mother to expose her breasts and milk me.

Day after day, he leans on me and takes care of me.

When they even change diapers this way, I kind of feel like I'm suddenly old and old.

My breasts are small, but my mother was so beautiful.

I don't have a clear European nose, I don't even think of it as Asian, but when it comes to the feeling when I was in Japan, I have enough appearance to turn around unexpectedly if I'm wrong in town.

But the look doesn't belong to the person I know.

You look just like a human, but only the shape of your ears is obviously different.

My ears were a little pointy and my hair, like hair extension, covered the tip of my ear.

Inside the earlobes they are pink, but from around the ear you can see the tip of the ear is covered in hair.

It seems warm, but the appearance still felt heterogeneous.

And the words you speak were utterly unintelligible.

She hears what seems to be a babysitter in a small voice, holding me in her arms at night, but I have no idea what this means either.

Sometimes it was my fatherly man who was baton touched babysitting whether his mother was also cooking dinner.

He's also a hot looking style guy if he was walking around town in Japan, and I can tell he's being held, but he's skinny but he works out pretty well under his clothes and feels tight muscles.

You look like a boxer or a new gymnast.

What the hell are you doing?

If you look at their standard of living, it doesn't seem like a modern day, no matter what.

All the clothes were made of natural fiber, and once my mother had taken me to the kitchen, Xu was in active use.

Then does the father also do any manual labor?

No, it wouldn't mean simple manual labor, because it seems like life is pretty good to see the frequent appearance of meat on the table, making houses, etc.

But it doesn't seem wrong that you work with your body.

Anyway, it was just something that didn't make sense.