Chapter 63 – 63. Pros, the Female Mayor of Zion. T. Tute
Zion City Hall.
It is the place where the city council gathers to share the agenda and decide on the city budget and policies.
The interior of the building, decorated with marble, exuded a sense of luxury that was grand but not flashy.
Since it is a city ruled by warriors, a large portrait of the ‘Zion Ranger’ who protects Zion was hung inside.
It is a picture likely to be hung in the residence of the president of the Third Reich or in the office of the head of a communist dictatorship somewhere. The hyper-realistic portraits didn’t match their actual appearance at all, but no one dared to say that. The big picture was a symbol of power.
In reality, it is the warriors who stand at the top of this city, but even if they hold the actual power, it is not their title.
There is a separate market in Zion. A woman with an angry expression kicked off a conference room chair, a stern beauty wearing a white uniform and cape.
Her name is Prostute.
Her dark, ultramarine hair, which was grown to her shoulders, was neatly trimmed, leaving her forehead exposed. Her tight belt around her waist seemed to indicate that she was a thorough and stern woman, but halfway through her miniskirt-shaped dress, her lean, white thighs were exposed. She insisted on a cloak lined in the same color as her hair in this summer weather because it was the symbol of her family and the mark of her mayor. As long as the hero held the real power of the city, it was in fact the last remaining authority of the mayor.
As the female mayor of Zion and the eldest daughter of the Tut family, who had ruled Zion for generations in the past, she glared at the portraits of the warriors hanging in the meeting room.
At the age of 28, he was recognized for his ability at a young age and became the youngest mayor, but everything changed after those five warriors came to Zion.
The interests and dignity of the market all disappeared in the blink of an eye. And what remains of the citizens is the warriors, only the warriors. This place is also a city council, but it is actually a meeting of Zion’s warriors who have mastered the major areas of security, media, art, and Zion one by one. In the conference hall, several warriors were already sitting freely and sharing corrections.
“As a result of giving the wrong power there, not only the abbot’s chapel but also about half of the monastery were destroyed… Ehehe.”
What I’m talking about now is the hero Pink. A heroine who uses magic while fluttering in a leotard that barely covers her nipples and a pink skirt that exposes her buttocks. Although she is dressed like a prostitute, she is a city idol who has dominated the art world and magic research society of Zion ever since.
“Now that it’s done, I think we can build some more structures to honor Red’s achievements in the remaining space. Of course, casualties should be silenced. Because the faith of the citizens must not be shaken.”
The woman with small eyes and a tight black suit is Warrior Black. She puts the press and laws of Zion under her, and she creates public opinion as she pleases. Her ‘Mouth of Truth’, in which the guilty confess all their sins, is an enthusiastic spectacle of the citizens.
“I’ve had too much sex all night, my back is sore… Isn’t that right, Pink?”
Yellow, the hero in charge of the security of Shion, is a man like a hunting dog. Contrary to his sloppy appearance and demeanor, his fine hair worked well, and he took out his weapon without mercy and turned it into a beehive.
They were talking about the massive purge and demolition of buildings in Zion Monastery that had taken place a few days ago. Most of the innocent priests were killed and dozens of civilians were injured as they were crushed by the rubble of the collapsing building. Even so, they talked about it as if it were a normal thing without any remorse.
It felt like his head was about to explode. As she banged the table, her warriors stopped what they were saying and looked at her for a moment.
“Why did you blow up the monastery? Why did you kill all the priests who were sitting still!!”
An angry Pross bent her back, her big tits barely touching her desk. He looked at Yellow Guy and licked her lips. Pros felt his blatant gaze.
It’s only in my head that I say, ‘Heroes you bastards.’ Pross scanned the long marble table across the hall. Her gaze passed Black, who was sitting upright with a stern expression, and Yellow, who was touching the desk with her legs stretched out, and Pink, who was sitting next to Yellow and stroking his thighs. The sullen white bitch, who would normally be sitting in a corner and sweating profusely, was nowhere to be seen.
And sitting at the top of the table is the leader of the Zion Rangers, the hero ‘Red’. Literally, he is ‘red’. The red suit, the mask with the visor, and even the belt worn around the waist were all as red as the dawning sun, or with decorations reminiscent of it. Although he was a little shorter than Yellow, his muscles were definitely on. She knows that Zion’s high-class wives are eager to rub their cunts with those cracked abs.
But it can never be. The most terrifying thing about the hero Red over there is that he is a ‘brave’ to the extent that he is thorough in any way. He never stepped forward and caused trouble. Instead, he always wore that red mask that covered his entire face. Even while eating or sleeping, he was a ‘hero’. Hero Red answered.
“It was necessary. I have credible information that the ‘former’ Abbot Harold tried to poison me.”
“Because killing a hero is punishable by death even if attempted.”
The credible information would be the hero, Black, who was talking to him over there. A woman who is a trumpeter and instigator most actively in spreading Red’s Juche ideology.
Since the warriors took control of this place, they have taken strict rules and policies to exclude those who do not abide by them. By creating an atmosphere that made each other watch each other, Zion, which was a free trading city, was turned into a place where hypocrisy was seething. And he idolized himself and spread the Juche ideology centered on warriors here. The portrait of the warrior hanging behind it is the result.
They are plague Those who wore the mask of ‘justice’ and corrupted Zion. But I can’t reveal this thought outside. Even if she were the mayor, that shouldn’t be the case.
When a wise and cultured individual blends into a group, it becomes an ignorant and emotional crowd. Now Zion has become a place where everyone throws stones at those who defy the warriors.
“By the way, our Lady Mayor isn’t very happy that Red survived the abbot’s conspiracy?”
Yellow approached from behind and grabbed Pross’ chest. His rough fingers pressed firmly onto her white uniform, exactly where her nipples were.
Hee, a shrill moan came out. Since coming to this city, Yellow has been flirting with Pros all along. Even though he was clearly dating Pink, he was harassing all the women around him and had promiscuous relationships.
Her pink glared at her to death. Most of the women who deepened their relationship with Yellow beyond a certain level were in a rough state. Yellow even deliberately touched other women in front of Pink’s eyes to arouse Pink’s jealousy. It was also for this reason that Pross did not spread his legs to the end despite being harassed by Yellow for over a year.
“Yellow oppa, don’t touch other women!”
“You don’t let me touch you like this. If you try to have some fun, you’ll quickly lose your temper.”
‘Grooming… ‘
‘Quack-‘
‘Junggeuk-‘
“By the way, our Lady Mayor, why do you look so sad when our hero survived the threat of being poisoned?”
“Hayeot, go, stop breasts…!”
You must not give in. You have to be patient.
Even though Yellow’s skill at groping her body is getting better as the day progresses, she gets better at spotting her weak spots.
Even if I rubbed her areola on top of her clothes and pinched her nipples for a moment, her nipples pricked as if in response.
‘Never see. I am the mayor of Zion and the leader of the Tut family, oh my… I can’t accept the seed of such a frivolous man…!’
Even if I say, “Resist,” The Pros’ body accepts it as “Please do more.” Her nipples, which had hardened enough to be recognized even on top of her dress, were erect. Yellow took a close look at Pross’ suit miniskirt. She could see her slimy threads running between her thighs, between her thighs, where she was firm without flab, as she rubbed her legs while she blushed and resisted her own hand. It would not be long before the rebellious eyes that stared at her with her mouth shut were completely relaxed and would roar under her bed. It’s amazing that it lasted for over a year.
“Mr. Mayor, if you write down your middle name, your name will be ‘Pros. T. Tute’? If you read it as it is, you will become a prostitute.
“Sah, don’t take people’s names carelessly like that! A name bestowed from the glorious Tut family… Hehe-!”
When you touch the name, which is one of the few complexes for a pros who have all the looks, abilities, and bloodlines, such an enthusiastic reaction comes out. Taking advantage of that, he slapped her cunt through her clothes. Pros folded her at the waist with an electric-shocked expression over her skirt.
“Are you mad at me for mentioning your name? I’ll give you the mayor’s melon-sized straw, so you have to relieve your anger, right?”
“Please… Please stop playing with my body… Ahhh, you already have this city..!”
“How could the person’s name be Kim Chang-nyeo haha”
“Yellow, direct insertion of a non-criminal citizen without permission constitutes a sex crime.”
“I know, Red. That’s why she touches me like this until she comes to pay herself. Isn’t that illegal? Why don’t you enjoy it like this sometimes? Aren’t you frustrated wearing that strange mask?”
“I will decline. I can’t afford to do anything like that. So, Mayor Pross let’s have the meeting right next to Yellow and resume the meeting. You know, no matter how much you hate pink and yellow for provoking your jealousy, you can’t touch the pros market, right?”
Pink withdrew his hateful gaze from Pross. She let out a sigh of relief. Even so, she had to survive. You must survive and see the end of this hated warrior’s era. And she will surely get her city back.
She prayed inwardly.
Please someone save me
He prayed for someone with overwhelming power to save Shion and himself.
Until then, she has no choice but to let Yellow, the warrior who harasses her body, do as she pleases, complying with Zion’s law that ‘it is not a sex crime if you do not make direct contact with bare skin’.
Black brought the papers and briefed in front of Red. Nothing like that came later. It was overwhelming just to control my highly sensitive body.
“Above all, I suggested a way to further increase our approval rating by using women’s rights as bait in Zion. Red, what do you think?”
“I think cooperation with the Zion Merchants Association is essential. Try contacting the Dracell mansion.”
Bitch, there’s a woman whose rights are being trampled on right in front of you!! Pross glared at her Black, but all she got back was a sneer from her Black, who swallowed her groans. Shortly thereafter, Black began to give advice to her pink, revealing outfits.
“So, at least you have to wear modest clothes like our mayor in order to see the effect of advertising that will help promote women’s rights.”
“But sister, sometime you say that all of this is show business…”
“You have to be able to endure such contradictions to succeed.”
It’s miserable. In front of them, he is like a plaything.
She’s the mayor, but she’s living a life like a prostitute.
Yes, whore
Prostitution has been outlawed in the city since a warrior from outside completely blew up Zion’s slave market last year.
And it was from then.
Black, the hero, says something like ‘the slave market is a market of inhumane hatred that diminishes the rights of humans and especially women,’ and supporters of middle-aged people who normally could not buy sex slaves there said, ‘Yes, that’s right. The moment I responded, saying, ‘What does slavery mean in this day and age?’, Everything turned upside down.
It was only then that the city fell into the hands of the warriors in the name of ‘what was right’, the citizens who gave up thinking for themselves stiffened, and it began to be justified in doing anything to those who did not agree with the heroes.
“But I can’t see White.”
Black nodded at Red’s words.
“I know. Regardless of whether he was usually there or not, he was a kid sweating in the corner anyway… Pink, do you know where your brother is? Aren’t you kidding and hiding things like last time?”
“Ah… Well… I’m not sure By the way, brother Red, didn’t you say there was an important announcement?”
Pink laughed bashfully and changed the topic.
Poor White.
When she was younger, she didn’t even know the subject and would keep showing interest in her man, Yellow. Even her cheat ability, which she had acquired after coming here and becoming a hero, was insignificant.
How could he be so gloomy even though he was a twin sister born on the same day as himself? After becoming her hero, she kept wanting to torment her more and more.
She told me not to come out as a joke, and to show her face carefully in a big event like the purge of Zion Monastery last time. And that, while wearing the semen-stained panties that Yellow had taken off after having sex with Pink the day before.
As punishment, he grabbed any man and asked him to fuck him, then bring him the evidence.
But I can’t tell other warriors about that. Of course, everyone knows and pretends not to know.
Red’s mask was staring at her. Pink flinched as if she was trying to scold herself, but luckily Red withdrew her gaze from her.
“A hero from the empire is coming. It seems that they paid attention to our activities in this city. He said he would arrive before the annual Zion event and take a quick look at it, so in the meantime…”
‘Bang-!’
At that moment, the door to the meeting room was thrown open. Someone came in, gasping for breath.
The familiar smell of sweat. And the usual smell of wet females.
It’s the warrior white.
“You’re late, White.”
“By the way, he must have been masturbating in his bed all day while rubbing his clitoris. If you’re stealing other people’s underwear again and doing that, you’re going to hand it over to the security forces… !”
“Oh, it’s not like that! It’s different this time!!”
White’s protesting expression was tinged with bewilderment and surprise. She said, wiping the sweat from under her chest.
“Hero Joshua is back! The one who burned down the slave market the other day!!”
