Chapter 116 – 116. Milk Is Naturally White
A list of things needed to defeat the hero.
First, a tentacle that is incredibly large and has strong magic power, can change its shape freely, and sucks magic power while kneading the target’s head.
If you don’t have those tentacles, just a wand.
With the power of an untrained ordinary person, a strong blow to the back of the head can knock down even a hero.
A person appeared from behind Yellow, who collapsed with foam at the mouth. Looking at Yellow’s back, he took off the mask with trembling hands, and a goatee that looked like a godfather came out.
“I… I defeated a hero… !”
I already knew that the hero was not a god or a spirit. They also know that they, like himself, get scars when cut by a knife, and that they are beings that bleed under shallow skin.
I saw the entire process of Zion Ranger Pink being violated by tentacles.
With countless women, I witnessed my mind being broken by allowing my body to tentacles, and finally being gang-raped by people.
Hans Reseller, a member of the Merchants Association of Zion, has been personally involved in the process and has confirmed that heroes are not invincible.
Knowing that even a hero can fall down and seeing it with your own eyes are completely different levels.
And confirming that fact with your own eyes and committing it yourself are also on a completely different level.
And now, a mediocre merchant who had hardly ever fought had defeated the hero.
A sense of exhilaration that warms the whole body.
The taste of directly defeating an opponent equal to or stronger than oneself.
Hans realized that this is why muscle brains like Brahms enjoy fighting so much.
“Whew… Whoops!”
The fact that he had personally defeated Yellow almost caught his breath.
Hans hurriedly put the gas mask back on.
“I’ve been dealing with drugs for quite some time, but it’s really the first time I’ve done anything like this. Should I call it horrifying or ecstatic? .”
White, who was rubbing Yellow’s head while giving him a lap pillow, looked at the savage goatee-bearded man with a wary look. When she said that she would let Yellow take her in, she gave him his whereabouts, but she didn’t even think she would use such a wild method.
Anyway, the smell of this mansion was somehow comforting. It wasn’t because it was the place where she lived. Why? Is it because her pink, who always bullied her, is no longer there? Was it because he was able to hold the yellow he so much wanted in his arms?
I remembered the first time I touched the tentacles. The president of the Zion Merchant Association’s Reseller Firm, whom she had known several times, had been intriguing with her tentacles long ago.
Even most of her masturbation tools she uses were purchased from the reseller!
Besides, because of her drug distribution, the patron was Mayor Pross, and the noble and strict-looking woman was soaked in drugs from behind, spreading her legs in such a humiliating position and making a slut-like face, it was shocking even for White. Before she was surprised, she even felt a little betrayal.
What the heck are drugs doing? Is it better than masturbation? White wondered inwardly.
“I never thought Shi-Shion had drugs like this… I didn’t know. Everyone didn’t do anything to me…”
“The other warriors? I have no idea. Because this is what you made it.”
Hans went to the kitchen and brought out a small saucepan. From the whitish, highly viscous liquid bubbling from the inside, a fragrant, musty, pungent smell flowed out as if inhaled through the nose. She was fine in the smoke from her pot, but for some reason Hans was wearing her gas mask and she never tried to inhale the smoke or smell at once.
“Ah… No way… ?!”
White blushed as she tried to say something. She realized why she was the only one who was able to stay here.
“Repeated distillation of your bodily fluids with hormone-regulating abilities and the slime from the tentacles that have absorbed them yields a mixed extract with a thick, powdery texture. After adding a little bit of fresh breast milk squeezed from the women caught by the tentacles, kneading it, drying it, lightly smearing the surface with scented oil and spices, and baking it in the oven like a cookie, it’s done.”
Hans dabbed her contents with her gloved hand, and her viscous liquid trickled down her fingertips.
She rubbed her feet against the dusty floor that had fallen and pushed it away.
This is a new drug that is different from the one that Brahms smuggled into the city.
Since it was created by putting White’s mana and bodily fluids into pink milk, it should probably be called White Milk.
It is a drug refined with the warrior’s mana, but it is rude to even compare it to a lump of simple artificial compound.
‘It surprisingly amplifies sexual desire for women and gives men a sense of uplift that pierces the top of their heads! 24 hours tireless erection power! Check out your lover’s real face!!’
If you advertise and sell it just like this, you will make a lot of money. Hans thought.
Of course, if you can sell this.
I don’t know what injured him, but while Yellow returned to this trashy house and went to sleep in oblivion, he poured a pot full of this mixture and boiled it for a few minutes.
He woke up only after the medicine was in the air and filled the interior of the poorly ventilated mansion.
I don’t know what Hero Yellow saw and was so happy, but it seems that the effect of the medicine was amazing just by inhaling what was spread in the air. With dumbfounded faces, why did the room become so clean? Even though they were only wearing clothes, they hugged each other saying white and pink, sucking their breasts and caressing each other.
White, who accepted it as a good thing, must have been a woman whose head was spinning quite a bit. Considering that the drug’s original ingredient was extracted from her body, which has the ability to regulate hormones, it must be so.
In the midst of that, Yellow’s mental strength, which came to his senses for a moment, was nothing short of amazing.
Perhaps the greatest weapon of a hero is not his ability or weapon, but his mental strength, Hans admired inwardly.
However, for now, it was difficult for him to have his partner White strangle her, so he subdued Yellow by striking her staff from behind.
So he defeated the warrior.
Although he sneaked up on me from behind and hit me hard on the back of the head with a cane.
Fighting head-on with the Hero, that’s crazy.
Wouldn’t it be natural for an ordinary person like himself to have the advantage of a wounded hero attacking while intoxicated with drugs in order to fight against it?
“Yeah, but… Oppa, I’m doing this to save you… You have to be patient… ?”
White, who saved him like that, was blowing hot breath at Yellow, who had been strangling himself, blushing for some reason.
‘Shouldn’t have saved me and left it alone… ?’
Neither the nun, nor the lizard woman who followed her, nor the gloomy false hero, there was no such thing as modesty in women these days.
There was a time when I regretted in my heart that I hadn’t had a relationship with them because they were sinister beings, but I’ve already come too far to wash my hands. After all, it all started with a short chat in Zionside.
The women for their tentacles, the tentacles for their own desires, and Hans himself for his comfort and intermediate gains, a relationship in which each other bites their tails and takes care of their own interests. It’s just nothing different from a normal transaction.
From the beginning, there was only one thing Hans Reseller wanted from their relationship. He drove out the dominion of the warriors in Zion, and instead served the nun as the ‘saint’ of the city, and himself escorted him under him and took advantage of all kinds of profits. As long as you succeed, it is a choice that literally makes your life bloom.
It was as possible as no one had ever tried to do something like this. Clearly, it should have been.
Once controlling Zion’s logistics, he is now a fugitive.
Hans recalled the situation when the earthquake occurred a few days ago.
While he communicates with the tentacles underground, he still maintains his ostensible identity as the president of Zion’s largest general store and director of the Zion Merchant Association. The recently released ‘Pink Milk’ became a huge hit, and now everyone in Xion is choking on this fragrant and soft milk brand.
A man came to his office where he meticulously settled even such small gains.
“Long time no see, Hans. I heard that the business is in full swing these days.”
“Then you’re not very good at maritime trade these days. Are you saying witches still don’t open the hatch?”
When I touched the sore spot, tendons suddenly sprouted around the dark blue eyebrows. The wrinkles on his forehead showed his age.
Marcus Dracell, an idiot and idiot who splits the Zion Merchants Association’s shares with himself.
In the past, he was proud of his identity, but now he is a parasite-like man who has his eyes on devouring his stake with the hero on his back.
But no matter how condescending he is, Hans can’t take care of him. Behind Marcus Dracell was the hero, the Zion Ranger.
When the Zion Rangers came to this city, it was Marcus who first branded them.
Marcus continued his speech with a forced smile.
“It is only a matter of time now. None of your business, um. Sooner or later, we’ll solve everything with the power of our Zion Rangers.”
“Are the family members well? Oh, everything has been purged. It seems like it was only a few months ago that I first sent you into the arms of the Goddess with the power of that proud Zion Ranger and gulp your wealth and power, but is it true? Leaving behind our poor mayor, who is a distant relative.”
Sparks flew from Marcus’ eyes. He hit the desk where Hans was sitting calmly with his cane.
Grabbing Hans by the collar, he said, spattering at him with burning eyes.
“Keep in mind, ignorant and vulgar scum, yes, that’s how I got this city, and it was I who created ‘that’ Zionranger. Don’t you dare try to match me, Marcus Dracell, just because some fucking bug in my harbor got lucky and touched some money!!”
“Why are you so angry? If you did it, you did it.”
Marcus paused, then immediately chuckled.
“Wow, no. I, I, am so happy right now that I want to dance! There is something I want to tell you by coming to your garbage dump.”
Marcus held out a thin piece of paper in front of Hans.
[Forcible Merger Order.
Zion Merchant Association executive Marcus Dracell’s Dracell Corporation (hereinafter referred to as A) will merge with Zion Merchant Association executive Hans Reseller’s Reseller Corporation (hereinafter referred to as B) in a fair manner under the presence of Zion Ranger Red as soon as this official notice is published. The great warrior Zionranger Red will lead the economic circulation in the city more actively through the merger of the two companies…]
There was nothing to read below. It should have been written with rhetoric that roughly praises the Zion Ranger and that if you don’t comply with it, you won’t be protected by the ‘hero’s protection’ according to the law that changes according to the taste of the warriors. It means that they could be found dead in an alley somewhere, go missing, or be forcibly dragged out in front of citizens who like to throw stones after being falsely framed for nonsense.
“You bastard!!”
It would be something even street bullies wouldn’t do to ask a fool to give up the business route he’s cultivated his whole life.
No matter how much this city played in the hands of the warriors and their henchmen, I never thought it would come out like this.
“The business I worked hard to grow while working as a dock worker, I will take good care of it from now on.”
“Doing this out of nowhere, without warning? There is no justification, no justification!!”
“Justification? There is I’ve got solid evidence of you supplying prostitutes and smuggling drugs like a rat over the past few months. You said you went to Zionside yourself and even pimped it? You should be thankful that you are not subject to public judgment.”
“Who the hell… !”
“A friend you would love to know. A long-time business partner who built this business together…”
“Quguaguaguagwang-!!!!”
Just as he was about to finish his words, an earthquake occurred.
As the ground shook and the building swayed, Hans grabbed the official document Marcus was holding.
“Huh?!”
“If you don’t have this, you won’t be able to implement it for a while, right? I’m taking it!!!”
Ran like a mouse
When I came out, people were in a panic at the first earthquake they had ever experienced.
A person who is looking for a hero, a person who sits down and prays to the goddess, and a person who steals and loots things at this time.
No one was there to save themselves.
Pushing and kicking those people, Hans hid deeper.
As he ran to the underground secret passage, the place to contact the tentacles, Hans thought again and again.
‘There shouldn’t be anything like a hero coming out of this city.’
Marcus carrying a hero on his back, running amok and taking all sorts of unfair profits?
Then what do you mean you can’t do it yourself?
Moreover, the existence that Hans will present is more evil and hideous than the warrior Marcus has raised.
The old man would never have known.
Did you say that Chimera, Cornelia? The fact that his daughter, whom he thought was dead, would stop being a human and stick to it and become one of them.
And again now.
In the ruined mansion, Hans looked down at White, who was lying on the dirty floor caressing the fainting Yellow.
Plaque of the female, who rubs her sticky and thick body and tries to smear her body odor on the male as much as possible.
White, who had obtained what he wanted so much, focused only on Yellow.
Yellow’s chest and shoulders were glistening with White’s saliva and tears.
This year will eventually be given to tentacles.
He has to do it, but he can get back on his feet.
Yes, it would all have to start over.
