Chapter 123 – 123. Night of Zion Annual Celebration (2)
Late at night, a carriage stopped in front of City Hall. It was a luxurious and extravagant ivory-colored carriage with intricate patterns embossed on the doors and awnings.
It was a form with detailed decorations even on the spokes, but if you look closely, you can find something awkward.
The one on the roof was a bronze griffon, but the one engraved on the door was a cypress tree, and the decorations that seemed to extend around the spokes were grape vines.
Each one was only expensive, but it was as if all of this was patched up without being unified.
A thunk echoed from inside the ivory door. An employee standing in front of the main gate of City Hall hurriedly opened the carriage door, and a man with thick hair got out from inside.
“Welcome to. Director of the Zion City Library, Mr. Milton Hicks.”
Milton Hicks, director of the Zion City Library, looked down at the city hall staff with interest. Originally, the procedure was to send out an invitation and have your identity verified, but this time it was not necessary.
“Oh, it seems that the attendants have been well educated this year. Seeing that he memorized the names of the attendees one by one.”
“It’s an overstatement.”
The city hall staff seemed to be blinded by some blurry eyes, but as much as his face was locked in a smile wet with joy. In the position where you receive service, you might think, ‘Oh, opening the carriage door isn’t something that makes you so happy…’ ?’.
Milton struggled to turn his head away from the slightly burdensome City Hall clerk and looked around for his eternal rival, Marcus Dracell, president of the Zion Chamber of Commerce.
No matter how highly educated he came to this position, he was the one who believed that he was superior to Marcus, who, although he was said to be the supporter of the brave, was nothing more than a mere merchant. Was it Elisabeth? When a librarian he brought as a maid at last year’s party caught the attention of Sir Daniel Oluin, a son of a nobleman in the capital, he wanted to live his life, but that fool took only women without paying anything for himself. I never thought I’d be locked up in a corner of Zionside.
When I heard that Daniel had died in the disaster at Zionside Abbey, I sued inwardly.
Daniel was the real love, so he kept his eyes open, but it was because Elisabeth, whoever had money, was a snobbish slut. She said when she heard that she had never even had one with a male priest.
‘Anyway, Eri was an outstanding woman. She has often experienced it with me too.’
Elisabeth did that, so she died when Zionside Monastery collapsed in the end, and if she knew that, she would have massaged that ass a little more before giving it to Daniel, Milton regretted.
However, the regret was short-lived, and Milton clicked his tongue as he saw dozens of wagons and magic engines built in the front yard of Zion City Hall.
All around were luxuriously decorated carriages and magical engines just like his, and city hall staff serving the rich people of Zion who had gathered for today’s event from all over the great city of Zion. This kind of scenery can usually be seen only on the road passing in front of Zion, the center of logistics, but unlike such wagons, there was a difference in that booties and cuties were full of grass.
This is Zion’s annual event party, a place where all those who hold power and money in this city gather to trade information, exchange interests, and greet the city’s most powerful people. In this way, it is natural to compete with each other to show off luxury.
‘It seems like there’s nothing like mine.’
Milton chuckled. How many dozens of ancient books stored in the basement had been stole and sold in order to prepare this wagon! It was a wagon made by combining items used by the nobles of the capital. I assembled it by collecting parts here and there for pocket reasons, but I’m sure no one stands out more than me today…
“One more minute to come!!”
Milton looked back and almost stopped breathing.
“Fuck, what is that!!!”
It was tentacles, not words.
A flat, long, coffin-like carriage was being pulled by four masses of tentacles that could not be called anything else. Every time I passed the road, a sticky liquid like a snail left a trail, reflecting the moonlight and lighting, as if the Milky Way was engraved on the road.
It was mysterious, but dangerous and unclean. It was self-evident that no one would be able to create such a spectacle no matter how expensive a wagon or magical engine was.
The sound of squealing and screaming came from the surrounding VIPs who saw the scene.
“Uh, hey, hey!! That’s a monster… ! What the hell are the guards doing for monsters to come all the way to the middle of the city!! No, Red must have dried the seeds of the monsters around Shion before that… !”
Milton held his breath as he watched the motionless City Hall staff.
‘Are these groups crazy, why are they standing still?’
Shouldn’t I be my meat shield instead of running away! Just as he was about to say that, the tentacle-led carriage door opened and a young man and woman stepped out.
It was a much friendlier man in a simple shirt, and a nun who had a calm and diligent impression, but for some reason had a hint of sexiness.
‘A nun in Zion! Everyone must have died or been banished when the monastery collapsed some time ago?! Could it be that he is a guest from an outside city… ?’
Perhaps that man had brought it in for the entertainment of a party.
All that was revealed in that body was the contours and thighs that clung to the whole, but why did the desired energy flow that made the body so hot? Also a nun.
Poor woman, you can’t imagine what’s going on down there. With such a small and weak body, my life would probably be over tonight.
‘I need to stay for a while. I’ve never done it with a nun before.’
With that in mind, Milton was guided by his staff to the city hall. She is a nun, because she stands out, she will be targeted by a lot of people inside. Good girls share, that’s the rule of the day. I pulled out her mask from her arms, put it on, and poured her aphrodisiac into her mouth. I will be running all night today.
“The Librarian is here.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you.”
When a female employee wearing a rabbit-shaped mask opened the door and announced his arrival, other distinguished guests around him greeted him warmly. Milton lightly massaged the female employee’s butt to signify that he had done a good job and went inside.
As the City Hall building itself had been the castle where the lord had stayed since the days of the nobility, the inside of the City Hall hall was dazzling enough to make your eyes go round.
Hundreds of light bulbs in chandeliers hanging from the ceiling were polished to a gleam, and staff wearing colorful masks were roaming around, delivering alcohol and simple finger food.
From here on, you must dress according to the internal formality. Milton flung off his clothes. Then he went and sat down at a table where he and other middle-aged men of his age were gathered. It was already in full swing.
“Um, haaaaang!♥ Don’t push your fist into her pussy!♥”
“Oh oh… ! Touched! The womb of a young child! Are you soft?”
“Professor Typhus, if you take it out and wrap it inside, will you get pregnant right away?”
His gray-haired man was playing with a woman lying on the table.
With a thud, a fist wet with slippery juice came out. This time, instead of a hand, the bloody cock entered the gaping cunt.
“Oh oh… It’s this feeling too! This feeling of chewing, which has become moist after being touched, curls up again and wraps itself in a chewy texture!!”
Soon after, he shook his waist, and a sticky sound leaked out from the connecting part.
A man who does such nasty things, according to the party rules, he too was wearing a mask that covered half of his face, but everyone knows his name and occupation.
He is a professor at Zion City University, who is affiliated with the typhoid city hall and trains magicians who perform various public duties. He was sweating profusely all over his body, not befitting the age of over 60, and his enthusiasm for child production was stronger than his passion for learning.
The young woman under the professor was wearing a white rabbit mask, just like the other women who are ‘supplied’ here. She had a completely melted expression, perhaps because she had been drugged beforehand.
“Huh, uh, uh, uh… !♥”
“Professor, at this age, one more child will grow, haha!!”
Everyone laughed loudly when the brown-haired man made a joke. The woman on the table gasped for breath as well, not knowing why, ahehe… She does and she laughs stupidly.
“Are you all well?”
Seeing Milton sneaking between them, everyone welcomed him.
“Oh, boss!! Thank you for the book of sorcery that you sent me the other day. Originally, this was something that shouldn’t come out of the library’s basement storage… ?”
“If you are using it for good things, what can I do that I can’t do? We should always help each other both physically and mentally! By the way, there is someone I haven’t seen before, so even if I ask for their name… ?”
“My name is Ernst. As a member of the Zion Merchant Association, as you may not know, he is also the co-founder and interim representative of the Reseller Chamber.”
“Oh, you made a decisive contribution to kicking out that Hans Reseller? I heard a lot about you from Marcus.”
Milton greeted the man introduced to him as Ernst, then walked over to the woman on the table and kissed her wet. A long stream of saliva flowed between the lips of the young, plump woman and the old, saggy man. Professor Typhus looked at him with the same gaze as his father. Then I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds around me for a while.
“Tighten your pussy! Squat!!”
“Yeah, Joe, I’ll be Joe, so don’t do anything that makes you feel good, anything that makes you feel good anymore…!♥♥”
“Bitch, if you don’t like her pussy, spread her ass! Starting today, you are adjusting your high-protein diet!!”
“Yes, hee hee…♥”
This is the hall of Zion City Hall.
The party hall where the annual Zion event is held, where all the vulgar rich, rich, and powerful people of the city gather.
The surroundings were a field of sexuality and forbidden pleasures.
“Mrs. Ridsel, I don’t think you can take it anymore with this child.”
“I see. It’s flinching and dripping from the tip. It’s like a small animal! Be cute.♥”
In one corner, ladies in cat masks were taunting young men in mouse masks, judging them, or tapping the tips of their cocks with cold iron fans. While stimulating the cock on the verge of ejaculation, they were betting on who would endure ejaculation until the end. After a while, there was a loud groan, followed by the sound of sticky liquid spurting out. It was followed by the laughter of noble ladies who were delighted to be drenched in semen.
The place where the food was served was also a spectacle. Instead of plates, there were naked women on a large table, and food was decorated around their breasts and genitals. Nausea flowed from their noses at the tingling and tickling sensation whenever the forks poked at their bodies, devoted to eating. Every time that happened, a loud laugh erupted from the surroundings.
“It’s nice to come in like this every year.”
Said Milton, breathing in the air of forbidden pleasure.
The lower ones are things you will never understand or do.
Power, money, information, and pleasure come and go here.
The strict rules and laws of Zion, which are common among ordinary citizens, are useless here.
Literally, extraterritoriality for a day just for them.
That was the essence of Zion’s annual event.
