Chapter 36 – 36. Highly Developed Noodles Are Indistinguishable From Tentacles
Zionside’s main street inn, “The Mermaid with Spread Legs.”
Compared to accommodations in large cities, it is a stable, but in this small city, it is a place that deserves the highest level of facilities and scale. This is because there is only one place to tie up a large shed and horses.
Merchants from Zion rented out the entire inn during the festival and discussed investment information and the amount to invest in the festival.
And in the VIP room on the top floor of this place, Hans Reseller, executive director of the Zion Merchant Association, looked up at the hero and nun in front of him with eyes that had spotted bed bugs.
Since the festival was over, he had to return to being the executive director of the Zion Merchant Association, not the cotton candy street vendor. His clothes were also worn and sweaty, but he had changed into his usual white suit.
“So, if you roughly summarize what you said, you mean like this?”
‘Father Campbell, the abbot’s deputy, and Elizabeth, the mayor’s wife, summoned a demon from the underworld.
Mayor Daniel, who was usually close to the priest, found out about the conspiracy and tried to stop it with the monks, but it was not enough.
After a fierce battle between the hero Joshua and the nun Asher, they succeeded in sealing the demon.’
The sun is in the middle of the day, but the sound doesn’t even sound like words. He snorted.
Sealing demons is the domain of adults. There’s no way such a little nun could do it.
Zionside is a place where nothing like the grace of a goddess has been bestowed, but only the breath of the empire and dragons.
I called someone all night to take a breather by turning off the lights in the monastery, but as soon as dawn broke, he came to my office and said something like this.
I have familiarity with them. The man is Joshua, the hero who turned Zion’s slave market into a sea of fire in the past, and the woman is Asher, the fearless nun who threatened the Zion Merchant Association with a silver Blake coin.
What she brought this time was not a silver Blake coin, but a thin notebook.
Attached there was a bill of sale recording the fact that he had supplied Father Campbell with prostitutes.
‘[Transaction history]
78 prostitutes to Hans Reseller, executive director of Zion Merchant Association
Items: 13 high-class prostitutes for entertainment and 65 middle to lower classes to supply to citizens
Period: June 15th – June 21st
Price: 100 gold coins
Note: The slave market crashed in Zion a few months ago, and it seems that one last bite is being weighed. It is very disgusting to gradually raise the price in case it is not a business. In particular, whenever I see that god-like goatee, I want to rip it off.’
Below, even Hans’s face is drawn with detailed skill. Hans twisted his goatee with a puzzled expression.
“No, what about my beard…”
The fact that he was not a mere merchant would have known from reading this ledger.
I didn’t know anything else, but I had to hide the ledger.
Backdoor dealings must be strictly confidential. The reason why Hans was horrified when he saw Eshur’s silver Blake coin was because the money of the capital’s aristocrats was so easy to track because of its value.
If it is known that he sponsored the ‘Devil’s Bride’ and traded with him, it will never be resolved on his own line.
The Heretic Questioner cannot be purchased with money.
Hans glared at Asher and the hero with suspicious eyes.
‘Could it be that you approached me for this purpose from the first time we met? For the purpose of extorting profits by threatening the merchant association? That’s why the hero went crazy at that time?!’
It wasn’t that such people didn’t exist at all.
Zion is the most important trading city of Mesana Kingdom.
And the Merchant Guild of Zion is one of the first groups in charge of trade with the Empire and the first to receive goods and information entering the Kingdom.
I have dealt with people like wild dogs who have their eyes on him countless times. This hero or nun is probably one of them.
Don’t be swayed. If the Merchants Association is captured by an outside force, it means that the bones of Zion and the Kingdom will be gnawed away.
The empire alone was enough to hold and shake this country.
“I don’t know what the hell the purpose is or who is behind it, but you’re doing something reckless right now!!”
Hans got up from his seat. His face flushed and his beard trembled.
If it was the same as before, it was a problem that would have been dealt with quietly behind the scenes after returning it favorably.
The problem was that behind this nun was an unknown capital city aristocrat and warrior Joshua.
“Tell me, warrior. Do you know that we don’t have anyone looking after us? Did you think that Zion would do such a thing and just move on? All the logistics of this kingdom are in our hands…!”
“So, what we want is to extend the festival period by one more day.”
“With all this information, there’s no way you want only one of them!!”
“No, one of them is enough, but why do you keep trying to give me something!!!”
The voice is filthy loud, Hans thought. He was a warrior who acted like an idiot when I first saw him, but he seems to have recovered everything, and now he was standing there and screaming.
“Why are you suddenly asking for an increase in the festival that ended yesterday…? Besides, it’s doubtful that the nun sealed the demon. This is not an area for adults to come out.”
“Joshua wants to enjoy the festival.”
The nun who had been quiet opened her mouth.
Hans felt a strange uplift in her voice. Somehow, for some reason, I feel like I should kneel down in front of her and listen…
What he saw then was an unbelievable sight.
The hero had pulled the nun’s clothes up behind her so that her undergarments and her belly were all exposed.
Her thighs and neat panties tucked slightly over her white knee-socks caught her eye. Hans closed his eyes and clapped his hands.
“What, what are you doing!! I have a family Even though I sell women, I don’t buy them…! Plus a nun!!”
“It’s not there. Look higher.”
I raised my head at the warrior’s words.
The nun’s smooth belly was engraved with devilish characters.
It rose and fell with each breath she took, spilling her soft light.
It was clear at a glance that it wasn’t a fake tattoo made by bottom prostitutes.
And as she raised her head further, the halo that rose from the back of the nun’s head illuminated him.
“This…!”
“I want you to agree to the deal before ordering in the name of the goddess, Mr. Hans.”
Her halo disappeared as the nun released her hand from her pendant. The feeling of exhilaration that seemed to blow through her lungs disappeared in an instant. Hans breathed heavily.
A goddess and a demon inhabited a human. There are people who can maintain themselves completely even after receiving that power.
‘Could a saint really be born here in Zionside? If only…’
Hans did not know that Eshir had sealed the devil in his womb in a form close to a contract rather than the power of a goddess.
He only believed in what he saw in front of his eyes.
‘This is an opportunity to make money. It’s a completely different opportunity!!’
If you see this, you have no choice but to listen to it all. They have their weaknesses, and there are warriors, capital nobles, and even saints who sealed demons.
What does the festival have to do with it? If there is a profit, you can extend it by ten days instead of one day. Starting this year, the summer solstice is June 22, not June 21.
After the hero and the nun left, Ernst, a colleague from the merchant association, entered.
Seeing Hans sit down with his hands covering his face, he said worriedly.
“Hans, are you okay? Didn’t you hear some kind of threat from the hero?”
“Ernst, yesterday we also said that we should soon get out of the women’s business… ?”
“It did. You may have to lose money, but in the long run…”
“Prostitution and slavery are over. But the women’s business continues.”
Hans removed his hand from his mouth. He had shining eyes and a tear-jerking smile.
Another start, thought Ernst. It was always this expression when his co-worker came up with something novel. And the result has always been twofold. Either sit on a cushion of money, or go bankrupt.
“The ground rice was thrown. We’re starting to trade saints from now on.”
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I was on my way out after handing over the ledger to that merchant named Hans.
The street after the festival was quiet enough to be dreary compared to a few days ago. This kind of atmosphere must have been the original Zionside.
A small, run-down town where Eshir grew up.
I came out of the inn and looked up at the sign. It depicts a mermaid with her forked fins wide open. I couldn’t understand human tastes.
I glanced at the bundle of money in Eshir’s hand and an envelope on top of it.
The bundle of money went empty-handed, so I ripped it off together.
The other side seemed to want to take care of us more, so we were both satisfied.
Finally, Hans wrote something hastily on the stationery and placed it on top of the banknote.
“This is an invitation to Zion’s annual party in a few weeks. Asher… Sister, since my signature is in, you should be able to enter without any preparation.”
I was reluctant at his strangely kind tone, but I guess it’s okay since I got what I wanted.
Father Campbell’s ledger could have ripped something bigger out of Hans, but it didn’t. Even if you held it, you didn’t even know what it could do, so just getting what you wanted was enough. All he wanted now was to enjoy the festival with Eshir. Besides, the invitation to the party as a bonus, it was a mutually satisfactory transaction.
Outside, the stalls that were being demolished were being rebuilt on Hans’ orders. Soon after, the smoke of grilling meat and the smell of boiling sweet sauce filled the streets again. Someone shouted loudly to the people who wanted something.
“To honor the hero who defeated the dragon and sealed the demon, we are holding a special festival this year!!”
People rushed out with a roar. The street quickly became noisy. Casually sharing vulgar jokes, drinking in broad daylight, arguing, and strengthening friendship by hanging shoulders.
I wanted to see this scenery. As much as I came out to the world of humans, I wanted to leisurely walk through the narrow streets filled with their scent.
“The human world… Is it noisy and pleasant?”
“I thought Joshua-sama would like it too.”
Asher clung to me. Perhaps she is no different from me.
The first outing after punishing the priest and the warrior who threatened her and destroying her monastery that had been strangling her all her life with her own hands. She didn’t look into her head, but she could feel her insides full of anticipation.
And to the people of the city, it would be the intention to keep the prostitutes from targeting me, a ‘hero’.
Eshir and I made our way through the crowds and ate everything in sight. A lot of money was stolen from Hans. There was nothing to worry about.
The first thing I ate was steak and potato salad with Worcestershire sauce.
After filling the inside with custard, sprinkled chocolate on top of the eclair, the cream poured out of the inside when you took a bite. They burst into laughter as they saw cream smeared on each other’s noses.
Even spicy hot dogs with lots of chili sauce.
I ate enough to fill up in a short while. Come to think of it, I had never been to a human city, but I had never eaten their food.
Asher was the same. Growing up in a closed monastic discipline, she had little opportunity to encounter these stimulating foods.
I don’t know why, but there was also yakisoba.
I rolled it with a fork and took a bite, but Asher let out a strange moan.
“Does it taste strange?”
“No… It looks like he’s eating Joshua-sama’s tentacles…”
The voice and atmosphere became strangely sticky.
Looking up at me, she had a completely horny face.
Yakisoba is a dark, sticky, long noodle dish.
It reminded me of the time I put my tentacles in my mouth, and my body reacted first.
No male can bear to see such a face. Bullying is the norm.
‘Ah, if so…’
“Sister Eshir, take another bite here!!”
I grinned and put the yakisoba into Asher’s mouth.
Hee hee, goose bumps on Eshur’s back. But I can’t help it. Should be accepted
As if she took in all of my tentacles every time we had sex, her mouth instinctively gave in when her side came in.
Side comes in
Wrap the cotton strand around the tongue first,
With the tip of your tongue, gently lick the sauce from top to bottom.
The texture of brushing through a bundle of cotton is elastic.
The taste of the sauce is sweet and salty. You can also feel the slightly fishy taste, like the slime on the tentacles.
It’s the taste she’s addicted to.
The cotton dances in the mouth, mingling with Eshir’s tongue.
And last,
As Eshir’s white front teeth bite the cotton strands, the gluten tissue crumbles and goes down Eshir’s throat.
“Tentacle… No, the noodles stick to your mouth… Hey…!”
Each time he swallowed her noodles, Eshir let out a small moan from her. Even out of her nun’s uniform, she could be seen pulling her legs together and flinching.
It was because the guilt of doing this in a street full of people heightened her sensitivity.
Pseudo-sex with food,
At the same time, it is the same as a public exposure play with cotton.
“Eshir, how does the yakisoba taste? Owner, ask the nun here how it tastes.”
“Ah, warrior and nun! How do you like our restaurant?”
“Haaaaa! The taste.. This… Johayoo… ”
I went lightly with only food.
Asher barely swallowed what was in his mouth and answered. It’s a completely melted face.
She’s smiling, but her eyes are already wide open. She twitched the corners of her mouth.
Seeing that strange expression for some reason, the street vendor hurriedly turned her face away.
The last strand of cotton was sucked into Esh’r’s mouth.
The tongue slowly licked her sauce-stained lower lip and disappeared into it.
“Joshua-sama…”
Eshir clung to me.
She seemed to be avoiding the crowds, but in reality she was hugging my legs with her waist tight.
It’s a face that I can’t stand anymore. I could feel her trembling and twitching at her waist.
I threw the finished yakisoba container on the street.
Now is the time to eat something other than food.
