A Mercenary Who Gets Eaten in a Pure Love Game 68

Chapter 68 – Plan -2-

From the witch’s hut, vulgar flesh-slapping and swearing resounded.

―Yes, aha!♥

“That old fox… !”

When Joanna, who had been walking around for a while, came back feeling suspicious about her, she was already after the water had been spilled.

Of course, it was understandable for the master to mix with another woman, but she felt the witch playing with her, her hands shaking and her breathing quickening.
It was impossible for her to enter because her nasty witch had smeared her entire abode with her guardian magic.

The fact that she could use this level of magic and yet she didn’t block out sound was more of a provocation on her part.
No, just thinking about it, the sound was rather amplified.

Crunchy!

“A lewd bitch….”

Joanna’s fangs grind and sharpen.
But there was nothing she could do.
Knowing Ed’s energy, she hoped that he would come out satisfied with just one shot, but that was impossible.

-Tsukuk… Oops,

Joanna’s ears perked up.
It was because I heard a foreign sound other than the old witch and Ed’s amplified sound in the cabin.

‘… Tree?’

Focusing on her hearing, Joanna moved towards the source of her sound, hiding her aura.
As she approached it, she felt a strange heat.

– Steamed! Tsuguk! Ahhh, eh, Ed!

‘Ed?’

When I climbed up the tree on the other side of the place where the sound spread like that, a warm heat spread to Joanna.

“Whoops, bad bastard… Hey! He said he liked my cow, handle, and… Awesome!”

There, a female demon rubbed her genitals with her wings and legs spread wide.
Joanna looked at her with her mouth open for a moment in her astonishment.
She thought she was watching her, as if not even in her dreams, she was masturbating.

‘This again… What?’

After a while, Joanna, who was cool against the heat that spread from her, opened her mouth.

“Excuse me.”

“Ahh, ahh… Huh!?”

Then, the head of the demon, no, the demon, Yeren, who was in panic, creaked and turned to Joanna.

“Kyaaaaah”

Startled, Jeren rolled down from her tree, and quickly spread her wings and she disappeared somewhere.

“Poem, I hate it!”

“…….”

Joanna stared at the direction in which Jeren flew away with cold eyes.

At the same time, she thought for a moment that the master she had chosen to serve was indeed a sinful man.

* * *

Distant past.
Most of the records have now been lost, and Baladur, the evil dragon, only briefly left his name in the old books.

There was a time when the flames of that evil dragon burned half of the human continent.
If the princess of the ancient kingdom hadn’t been offered as a sacrifice to stop the flames, humans would have surely perished.

A few years later, the princess who was taken as a sacrifice to prevent disaster gave birth to a descendant of an evil dragon and closed her eyes.

The first Dragonians were born that way.

An evil dragon and a light dragon, he increased his offspring by raping his own child, the Dragonian, who was born that way.

When a boy was born, he was killed and eaten, while a girl was left unattended until the right time and raped.
That’s why every female adult dragonian had to give birth to an evil dragon’s child once.

This terrible tragedy has been repeated for a very long time.

-I hate you guys.

Balladur always visited and cursed whenever a new child was born by him.

And the female dragonians who were born hearing such a curse hated him in a vicious cycle that continued for dozens of generations.
But there was no way to stop the ruler and his father.

If nothing happened, she was destined to have the child of the evil dragon sooner or later.

When I gave up everything like that, the wisest dragonian said.

―There is a way to break this curse.

―It’s an oral story, but a human who uses special powers.

―Only that human can save us.

To find humans who use special powers.
It was simple yet difficult.

The reason why Beatrice the Dragonian, the 71st descendant of the evil dragon Baladur, came out of the world was to find that human.

Those words that weren’t certain were because he was desperate enough to risk his life for Beatrice.

There were many strong people who used auras, magic, and chess, but no matter how hard they looked for such special people who had their own unique powers.

About a year after Beatrice started wandering, a human man was selected as a ‘hero’.

‘It’s clear!’

I thought that there would never be a human who used special powers than the hero.
I’m not sure if he’s the person he’s been looking for, but it’s clear that he uses special powers.
That’s why he hid his race and went straight after the human called the Hero.

Beatrice had learned that humans hated other races while traveling around the world.
Although he had the thin blood of an evil dragon and looked no different from a human, he still covered his entire body with a robe just in case.
Sometimes, without even realizing it, there were times when scales sprouted.

Fortunately, the warrior accepted him as a party member with a favorable attitude, as if he liked his face.

However, from the moment the saintess joined, the true nature of the hero was revealed.
He was arrogant and self-centered, willing to commit atrocities under the guise of justice.

‘Now to drink….’

Such Yurgon was further damaged after he collapsed shortly after Neritiel left the last time.
He moved as if he was being chased, and every time he stopped by a town or village, he poured himself a drink that he couldn’t even drink well.

As the day passed, Beatrice grew suspicious.

Would it be possible for this guy to kill Baladur and save the Dragonians?

‘I’ve been strangely weak lately.’

Previously, it was difficult to control the power of the explosion, but these days it seems to be pushing the power to the limit.
Of course, he was getting stronger little by little, but it was obvious that he was weaker than before.

His head was messed up

“Haaa….”

Until now, Beatrice had imitated an innocent wizard, so the party members were less wary of her.
That’s why Neri Rithel, like herself, she knew in secret that she had approached the hero with a certain purpose.

But why did he run away?

‘For now….’

The party decided to stay overnight in a city called Hegrove today.
The saintess refused at the hero’s request to drop off her belongings in each room and drink, but Beatrice reluctantly agreed, so she headed to the restaurant.

But fortunately, she doesn’t particularly harass herself and her saintess like before.

Upon arriving in front of the restaurant, Beatrice let out a small sigh and raised a pretentious voice.

“Yurgon!”

The inside of the restaurant was empty.
Judging from the food spread on the other tables, it was clear that he had driven people out with the authority of a warrior.

Trash guy.

“Oh, is there a saintess too?”

Sitting in front of the hero was Osiel, who had refused to drink.
Did you join because you were hungry?

When I sat next to her with a smile, the saintess bowed her head slightly and greeted me.
It crossed her mind that this neat and holy woman might be the person she was looking for, but she didn’t know that.

‘I’ll go with you anyway, so you’ll know someday-‘

It was then.

– Kwajijik!

Jurgen suddenly hit the table and broke it.

“Hey. How many times do I have to say it?”

Beatrice feigned surprise and lowered her head.
It’s a start again.
What else is this time?

“Uh, huh?”

“You say it every day. Sit next to me.”

“M-I’m sorry….”

Beatrice quickly apologized, timidly cleared the broken table and whimpered and dragged a new one.

The hero’s violent behavior as usual.
Urgon did not see Osiel and Beatrice as colleagues.

It is only treated as property.

“Ha… What the hell are you….”

Osiel let out a sigh of disappointment.
Then Juseom Juseom tidying up her clothes, she got up from her seat.

“I’m tired, so I’ll get up first.”

My appetite drips just by looking at Jurgen’s ugly face, because his head is pounding after seeing what he does to Beatrice, the last remaining heroine.
If even Beatrice left Jurgen, Osiel decided to give up everything including the ending.

If you’re lucky, the two of you might be drinking today and the buds of love might sprout.

“Sit down.”

However, Jurgen stopped Osiel in a low voice.

‘Do you think Ji is cool with a good voice?’

Fuck.

『Be careful with your words and actions!』

She couldn’t stand it and almost cursed her out, but thanks to the message that appeared in front of her eyes, Ociel managed to hold back.
It was clear that her holy power would have been cut in half if she had uttered even one vulgar word.

“I will refuse. Beatrice-sama, please be a hero. Then.”

As she lightly lowered her head and ran out of the restaurant, she heard the sound of things breaking and yelling.

―This year and that year! Fuck!

Clink!

―Yu, Jurgon! Calm down… !

Why is that guy the main character?
No, more than that, why did she become the saint of this garbage game herself?
It was a meaningless worry.

‘Please take me back home….’

Hungry, but because her appetite was gone, Osiel headed straight to the inn.
As she moves her legs as she blends in with the returning passers-by after a hard day at each.

“… Yes?”

Osiel stopped in her place.
Because her familiar yet nostalgic heavy scent hit her nose.
Knowing she couldn’t, she turned around to check the passerby she had just passed.

“Wait!”

At her cry, several passers-by stopped and turned her head.

She approached them and checked her face and scent, but

“Ah… It’s nothing.”

But she quickly turned her body in a dead end.

‘Is it an illusion….’

Well, that’s not going to happen.

Because Kim Chang-mook’s body odor was a scent that could not be smelled in this world.