Chapter 66 – 66. First Impression Is the Taste of Tentacle Molester Play
“Oh, Saint Eshur… No, Sister! It’s the first time I’ve seen it in Zionside. Wasn’t it difficult to come?”
Hans rubbed his hands together and gave a commercial smile. He was so kind that it was hard to believe that he had just smashed a person’s head off. He bowed his head slightly to the warrior next to him. I know that he is the main culprit in destroying the slave market in Zion, but if he is protected by Asher, he could have buried at least some of the past for the future.
“Looks like something big happened at the Zion Monastery. On the way home, I saw everyone whispering while looking at my nun’s uniform. What the hell happened?”
“The warriors of Zion put an end to the power struggle with the monastery. They demanded that they serve in the same position as goddesses here, and when the abbot refused to listen, they purged all the clergy on the false charge that they tried to assassinate the hero. If it’s the way it was originally, it’s definitely an issue that the heresy judges should come down from the capital, but it looks like the warriors did something to see that they didn’t. When you come, you must have confirmed that the nun’s gaze is not good, but…”
It was as Hans said.
On the way to this place, everyone’s eyes were all on Asher. Her clothes, which exposed her thighs more than the nun clothes she had worn before, were enough to attract people’s attention.
Starting with who wears a nun’s uniform in this country, where women go around exposing their thighs like that, women’s rights have retreated for 100 years because of women like that. . It must be because the hero spread strange ideas. It was the sound of whispering among themselves, but I could hear everything. From broad daylight until dusk, they all flew towards us.
Eshr heard this and stopped. Even the most daring nun, Eshir, would surely resent being treated like this out of nowhere in a big city like Zion. I thought she was all right, so I put my hand on her shoulder and looked at her face.
“Eshir. Don’t pay attention to what other people say. I’m always by your side…”
“Ahhh… I can feel it. People’s malice… ♥”
“As expected, it should be like this.”
The nun was laughing.
Eshir was genuinely thrilled by the people’s selling. All of her careless malice from strangers to her strangers seemed to her like pricks in sensitive places with her needles.
Not the physical shock of tentacles swelling in the stomach, but a fresh mental shock. It felt like such malice had gathered in her and carved her vulva more deeply into her womb.
This is probably the influence of a demon sealed in her womb. And she may be what her natural nature was. The sense of liberation she felt when she used the power of her archdemon, which could destroy her country, only for her own pleasure, and burned with her own hands the monastery of Zionside, which had imprisoned her all her life. , Something within her awakened.
She wrapped her hands around Asher’s thigh. As thin tentacles slipped between her exposed thighs, Eshir let out a thin moan as she slapped her higgets.
A tentacle molester play that goes undetected in a public place.
In case people overheard, I covered her mouth and looked around. A blushing face was revealed between her fingers. But that smile is still there. A slight movement of her body here and there would reveal her femur with tentacles bubbling through the side slit in her nun’s uniform.
‘Tswib, tswib, tswib’
“Joe, Joshua-sama, if you do it too hard… I’m sorry, I’m going to get caught by people… ! Wearing a nun’s uniform and being raped by tentacles… ”
“Anyway, you have been doing nothing in front of Brahms and Ham. Now that I’m in the city, I should greet you with my pussy.”
“Hey…!”
Then, with the other hand, he wrapped it around Cornelia’s waist. Since she was wearing a hood without exposure, she was able to harass her to the fullest rather boldly. Cornelia flinched as tentacles thicker than those that covered Eshir’s lower body moved inside.
‘Kwadeudeuk-‘
The tight, muscular cunt that was about to rip the clitoris sheath gripped the tentacles tightly and refused to let go. She was longing for me, looking for something to fill her inner self.
“How does it feel to be back home?”
“Hey, this is… My memory and so… Aww, it’s so different… Oh, no, master, you can’t hold the womb tight inside… Ehh?! If you feel more than this, you will become that beast… !”
It didn’t matter what they said when they saw them around them. These are my girls My own female, who received my seed, obeyed me, and was reborn with my tentacles.
So I walked through the streets of the big city. It was so beautiful to see them immersing themselves in the pleasure of playing secret molesters, regardless of any evil gaze.
The feeling of envy lies deep beneath the evil of the mob staring at us. It is an inferiority complex for the appearance he did not have, the woman he did not have, and the boldness to show it off like this. To forcefully justify such a shortcoming, they are wary of us.
I don’t remember exactly what I did here before, but it didn’t matter now.
I have two stunning beauties on my arms.
See, Zion. And be afraid.
I’m back.
Asher recalled what had happened on the way to this place.
Twelve climaxes, all with multiple orgasms that continue to press without rest.
Among them, the number of times that they came so loud that they were almost noticed by people was 4 times.
One time, while passing through a narrow alley, a sudden wind blew, exposing the buttocks with tentacles wriggling.
A boy passing by witnessed this, but hurriedly erased his memory with hypnosis, a combination of the relic and the power of vulgarity.
It was a good memory. Even thinking about it now makes my pussy wet.
She felt good enough to erase all of her people’s whispers about her from her mind.
Asher smiled benevolently and said.
“Yeah. Zion is an interesting place. There must be a lot of work to do in the future.”
Recalling Shion’s first impression of her, Eshir smiled brightly. It was a smile so beautiful that I couldn’t even imagine that her soggy, mad lust was swirling inside her. Her Hans made her place respectfully before her.
“It took a while, but thank you for coming safely.”
“No, but I never imagined that it was none other than you, Hans, who invited our customers! Haha!!”
In the midst of the thrill, Brahms intervened without notice. Hans dragged him into a corner and whispered.
“Did you know this?”
“What?”
“They are the hero Joshua and the saintess who saved Zionside… No, did you know that she was a nun, Asher, and did you deliberately approach and bring her?”
“What do you mean? I was just passing by, and I brought you because there was a man and a woman who were naked in broad daylight on the plains. I thought it was a monster, but it turned out to be a human. The warrior is also included.”
I guess so. Brahms had a good hunch, but he wasn’t the kind of person to make plans like this.
If it was a coincidence, it would be surprising, and if not, it could only be said to be the guidance of the goddess.
The guidance of the goddess, it was so annoying when asked to pay an offering, but after the monastery was ruined like that, he had a sense of faith that he hadn’t had before.
“Besides, you are definitely my customer who even signed an insurance contract! OK, here’s the contract certificate. Didn’t I say I’d definitely pay the debt? It’s still unpaid work, but it’s a good start. It means that we will continue to scale up in this way.”
Hans put aside the insurance contract that Brahms confidently handed out without even reading it.
“Insurance… It’s nice to try with something, but at that rate it will take at least 300 years to pay off what you owe me. Remember. I flew a trading ship because of you.”
“You saved my life instead! More than that, if I knew what was on the cart over there, I would be frightened.”
“As for the corpse on the cart over there, Mr. Hamm has already shown it to me. There is no choice even if you bring such petty criminals into the box. You man, what was on that ship…”
“Then did you check this too?”
Brahms pulled out a corpse and I put my hand down his throat. After inserting his arm deep into the corpse’s belly, he pulled out a small pouch from the inside. When the tip of the soft pouch made of a condom-like material was slightly torn, white powder inside dripped onto the desk in the storage room. Hans sniffed it with his fingers and coughed. Then, in succession, he inhaled it. Brahms chuckled at his reaction.
“How does it taste? A traditional drug processed in the Haven Underground City. It’s what the petty criminals you mentioned were hiding. Don’t eat too much If you taste it right, you’ll never come back. Don’t you think the rich people swaying in Zion will like this? Imagine sneaking this to your annual party!”
“Brahms, you crazy psycho bastard… How did you get this!! This… Whoa, it’s real! I thought I would never find them here!!”
“Compared to the past, the city guards have become very complacent. The warriors only knew that they would take care of it, and they sent it after checking to see if there had been any trouble in the past.”
“But… You must have been checked at the city gates… !”
“They didn’t even look into the corpse’s stomach. If it was like a few years ago, they wouldn’t have let me in if I didn’t eat my shit. How is it? A person who is full of these things can forgive his debt with five heartaches…”
“It always strikes from unexpected places… But still can’t Even if you add all of that, the amount is not enough.”
“Ah, some!”
Me, Eshir and Cornelia leaned against the corpse cart and watched Brahms sulk. The wagon with weak cooling magic was perfect for avoiding the gradually warming summer weather. Cornelia, who had been reluctant to believe that there was a corpse inside her, had dug in beside her at some point and cooled her down as if she were running in her air conditioner.
“What are those humans doing now?”
“I do not know… Are you chatting with your friends?
“A few years ago, Brahms-sama saved Hans’ life from a sinking ship.”
Hamm sneaked up to the side and helped. He was drinking a cool drink by himself, from where he had gotten it. It was a refreshing fermented juice with a milky flavor. When I handed out the unopened one, Cornelia quickly grabbed it and drank it in one gulp. She even wore a robe to hide her antlers in this weather, so it looked hot. Her tension rose and she didn’t go out of her way, but when she came to a place with a lot of people, she couldn’t even control her body properly and she wandered around.
Eshir, who was watching Hans and Brahms bickering, asked a question.
“You don’t seem to be grateful for owed your life? Rather give me money…”
“The ship was a trading ship owned by Hans himself, and was carrying something very important. There was only one thing, either saving his life or completely destroying the ship, but after that, that friend ate from time to time, demanding compensation from Brahms. Life is life and money is money.”
“And there are stupid people who just do it for a favor.”
I wondered if I was speaking too calmly about working under Brahms, but I had nothing to say when Hamm said, ‘I’m not in debt.’
Cornelia, who had barely come to her senses, leaned against Asher. Eshir wrapped around her waist like a sister nurturing her big brother. I squeezed the stump of her tail and Cornelia chuckled at the startled shuddering of her body.
After the conversation with Brahms, Hans came this way.
“You waited a long time. Again, welcome to Zion, my guests.”
Hans looked at Eshur and thought. She was the nun she had everything to sell, a product of the highest quality she had ever tried. Even though she is a bit shy, she is a beauty with a cute impression, so she is perfect. She herself witnessed the miracles of this little nun on Zionside, and her flawless, benevolent smile proved it.
With that figure in front of them, who could not have faith? In addition, Joshua, the notorious hero of the bombardment in Zion, was next to Asher. In addition, judging from her brief encounter in Zion Side, she even received the patronage of the capital’s aristocrats.
If she can make her a holy woman in her own place, she will surely be able to put a brake on the rampage of the Zion Rangers that defile this city. This was exactly what Hans wanted. Selling whatever you want in an environment where everything is free. And those who would encroach on it needed no mercy. A tyrannical hero who stiffens people is not needed in this city. Now it was his turn to reveal his will to the distinguished guests gathered here.
“It’s getting dark, so hurry up and eat inside. There is someone waiting for you.”
