Chapter 159 – 159. Tentacle Baptism (1)
A day’s work should always end reverently.
At 6 o’clock, when the bell rings to signal the start of the curfew, the procession of carriages and transport vehicles passing through Zion Boulevard and heading to Zion Port stops moving for a moment. Those who have not yet entered the city loosen the reins of the horses with familiar hands and let them rest, and they also lie down on a bed next to them.
There is nothing to do until morning comes. There is no need to worry about thieves appearing in the plains of Jicheon. This is because this is Zion, a city protected by a powerful warrior.
The only nuisances are orphans who have been exiled from the city and try to steal items from carts. But there are always people next to orphans to warm their nights. The women who were expelled from the city for all sorts of reasons, including lese majeste, having bad manners, seducing men, etc., Had nothing to do but sell their bodies in the slums on the outskirts of Zion, so the merchants who stopped on the main street were I was planning on spending this summer night with nothing to do, harassing them until the door opened again.
There were three merchants who were steeped in such thoughts.
Since even the moon was covered by clouds, the goddess must have also closed her eyes. Merchants dried their sweaty clothes over bonfires and waited to see when the prostitutes would appear, twisting their bodies. The prostitutes on the outskirts of Zion were so desperate that they would listen to whatever the customer wanted to play in exchange for a silver coin or a few loaves of bread and meat. It was okay to push the tongue deep into the anus and lick it until the saliva pooled, to perform exposed play in front of an unspecified number of people (even if I didn’t want to, it was a play that had to be done due to my current position), or to make me eat crispy toasted bread soaked in semen soup. In some cases, customers with special potions would temporarily turn their pussies into two or their breasts into three, and make them scream like bitches in front of their own sons and daughters and moan as they were stabbed by a dick.
The person who had been in charge of them from before was Hans Reseller, a famous evil merchant in Zion. When prostitution was banned within the city, this goat-like person from the lower class would send the women under his care to outside cities. He used to say that he had escaped from Zion, but the internal circumstances of the city were of no concern to them. Because what today’s merchants want is a Dutch wife to relieve their brief travel fatigue.
However, no one came until the sweat-soaked clothes dried, and the salt crumbled away.
“Didn’t those warriors wipe out all of them in the end?!”
“Anyway, Hero guys, they clean up this kind of thing.”
“I didn’t like a name like Zion Ranger.”
In the end, complaints came out.
In agreement with this, grumbling was heard everywhere, and the merchants started dancing in excitement.
It was a tone full of regret. Instead of acting rough, Hans Reseller always took care of his hygiene and health, so when he bought a prostitute in Zion, he could enjoy it at a low price without worrying about sexually transmitted diseases.
Merchants quickly adapted to reality, even though they were disappointed. What can I do? You can’t create a woman who doesn’t exist.
“I am a sinner.”
It was a word that suddenly came out in the darkness after the sun had set. It was a woman’s voice.
No one noticed anyone approaching from around them. The merchants looked around and found a nun among them without anyone noticing.
It was a nun with her black hair neatly tied up in her scarf.
Her simple face had a wide forehead, her eyes were squinted, but there was a benevolent smile on her lips.
However, on the other hand, she showed off her sexy curves that were not hidden under her white nun’s robe.
Although there were numerous sects under the name of the goddess, it was a style of nuns’ clothing that was not found anywhere else. Perhaps because it was one size too small, the outlines of the chest, waist, and hips were shaped to fit the body perfectly, and the black lines that curved down around the waist and hips, perhaps expressing some kind of doctrine, further emphasized the body shape. There was. At the bottom, the fabric literally only went down between the legs, so both thighs wearing stockings were exposed.
“W-what?!”
“I am a sinner.”
The nun knelt politely in front of the male merchants.
The merchants exchanged glances among themselves, then smiled and nodded.
“Oh, she’s a prostitute.”
“But why are you repeating the same words from before?”
“Of all the bitches who sell their bodies, there are a lot of crazy ones.”
“I am a sinner…”
The starving men’s reaction was honest.
Who could look at something like this and think of a priest?
Even her coquettish attitude of gently pressing her body to her with a gentle wink, no one can tell that she is not a prostitute.
Her hand slipped out from among the men surrounding her nun and caressed her nun’s buttocks. I could feel the skin right through the thin nun’s clothes.
She wasn’t wearing underwear.
One woman and several men. But it doesn’t really matter.
Even if there is only one person, there are multiple holes anyway.
Every time the nun (prostitute) moved her body, her mind became increasingly clouded by the scent wafting through the humid summer night air.
She doesn’t have to wait any longer. Before she had time to think, dozens of horny hands attacked her.
Immediately, the hand holding her head violently grabbed the scarf and pulled it back, causing her clothes to tear and her pure white breasts shining in the moonlight. She has a slightly meaty body, but she can handle it in moderation and is better to play with.
She also reached her hand to the hem of the skirt below, but
“I am a sinner!”
She said, and slapped her hand away.
“Look at this,” The merchants said, chuckling and expressing interest in the charming but bold nun.
Like flies flocking to her corpse, the eyes and breath of horny men flocked to the edge of her breasts, stimulating her tense nipples. When the tip of her lips lightly touched the tip of her nipple, a sweet scent of milk wafted out.
And the men who were looking at her could only say one thing.
“This… It’s ‘black’ right?!”
Black.
It wasn’t that her skin was black, or that her pussy was as black as a rag, or that her nipples had turned black after being touched for a long time; she was literally ‘black’.
The achievements and reputation of the Zion Rangers were widely known even to people in neighboring cities, even if they were not citizens of Zion.
Black, a member of the prestigious Hero Zion Rangers and guardian of the law of the just city of Zion, is dressed in the garb of a nun whom she personally ordered to be purged, and coquettish like the prostitutes she despised, and the men she detested so much. It was being done in front.
The men who confirmed Black’s sincerity decided to reciprocate.
She swayed her hips on top of the men, but did not allow herself to lift the bottom of her nun’s robe. Even the merchants didn’t touch this anymore. Since I have to cherish my one and only woman, I can accept that much.
That day, the main street in front of Zion’s walls, where several carriages stopped for a moment, was filled with obscene sounds.
“Jeon… I am a sinner… ♥”
“Whoa, you fucking bitch! Actually, I wanted to fuck this bitch more than Pink! The average-looking bitch makes me feel more like I want to fuck her! Because you can imagine!!”
“Ugh, anyway, why is this bitch so famous? Pussy! It’s like biting and sucking a dick from the inside!!”
One of the merchants who had inserted the penis into her vagina twisted his waist as he felt the glans being bitten from the inside.
“Hey, I’m here♥”
“Be loud, you bitch! “It’s rude to talk to people!”
Match! And there were rough hands mercilessly spanking Black’s big butt.
“I’m a sinner ♥♥”
And then there was former Hero Black, shaking her hips and moaning while being skewered by her cock.
The original Black, along with her abilities and soul, was completely digested within me, and now her appearance has been drained of all arrogance, misogyny, and self-protective hypocrisy, and all that remains is the residue of regret that was buried deep in my head. There was no need for the male merchants who were committing blackmail here and now.
The fact that Eshir, after thoroughly training her Black body, with only the dregs of her soul remaining, selected her as an apprentice nun at the newly established Zion Monastery,
And the fact that the nuns of the Zion Monastery are all about finding men who are suppressing their sexual desires in and around the city, seducing them, and bringing them magical power, as all they can see right now is sticking their dicks into Black’s mouth, vagina, and anus. There was no need to know.
But there was one thing they needed to know.
‘Tingling’
“Keuuu?!”
“What! “Did something sting inside just now?”
“So did I! “It felt like my glans had been stabbed by something.”
“Isn’t it because your object is sharp?”
“Don’t be a dick, you idiot.”
While penetrating deeply into Black’s pussy, the tip of her glans felt like it was being stabbed by something sharp.
I quickly pulled out the dick, but there was no sign of injury on the dick, which was covered in a whitish liquid with high viscosity.
After thinking for a moment, she started exploring Black’s body again. No one opened her mouth any further. It was because it seemed like it would break the heated atmosphere for no reason.
Somehow my body felt refreshed. It seemed like there would be no problem even if she kept her erection and shook her waist all night long.
When the sun rose, they were all lying on the dirt, breathing heavily, like dying fish in the water, and they were all in a state of complete confusion and confusion.
In the morning fog, only Black stood unharmed among the fallen men.
“I am… I am a sinner…”
She had a coquettish smile on her face and was moaning, but she looked expressionlessly at the city center of Zion beyond the fog and eventually took her steps.
Her merchants, who fell to the ground after her, also followed her in their own carriages.
6 am.
The walls of Zion are reopened,
A new morning has begun.
