Chapter 106 – Blonde Factory Manager, Garden of Life
This is a hydroponic cultivation facility.
There are long transparent culture tanks in a straight line, and a transparent nutrient solution flows inside.
Various crops with their roots soaked in the liquid are growing, each showing off their green leaves.
In keeping with the scale of this facility, the culture tanks were installed in as many as 8 tiers. Thanks to this, leaves, flowers, and roots were visible no matter where I looked on either side.
“Good morning!”
A foreign woman who was harvesting lettuce saw me and waved her hand. Her rough brown hair and freckles on the bridge of her nose give her a lively look.
She looked busy, so I tried to pass by, but she jumped up and started waving her hand and I couldn’t ignore her.
“Hello.”
On the other hand, the Korean woman next to her bowed politely.
“Uh, ah, hello? Hello.”
A foreign woman, suddenly tensed after seeing her colleague’s actions, placed her hands on her belly button.
And then he bows again and says hello. That awkward politeness was beyond cute.
She waved her hand lightly and continued on her way.
Afterward, I met the women who managed the crops several times and received countless greetings each time.
Some women greet me in various ways, some politely, some tremblingly, and some seductively.
It’s an unfamiliar feeling. It’s something different from what I felt from the soldiers when I was a commander in the military.
Anyway, there doesn’t seem to be any problem here. Everyone looks satisfied, and the facility is in excellent working condition.
The hydroponic cultivation facility, which resumed normal operation, was full of leaves, flowers, and fruits everywhere, giving the feeling of walking through a forest.
The scent of nature is felt more strongly than in Shelter Park.
“The box is full.”
“Go in and stomp on it.”
In one place, there is a woman who collects and puts away waste plant stems that have completed their cycle.
“Eight! Yap! Yap!”
A woman who must be 150 cm tall is jumping around on a box full of plant stems.
She was short, but her breasts were so big that they shook like crazy every time she ran.
Because she was wearing a belly button t-shirt, every time she ran, the t-shirt lifted, and her breasts fell, turning into an underboob fashion.
“Hoo.”
She paused for a moment and took in the sight, holding her chin with one of her hands.
As I passed them and walked a little further, I heard a familiar voice.
“If you press this button here.”
Dalkak.
The cultivation bins that were standing in 8 tiers are moving.
As if the cylinder of a revolver were rotating
The high barrel came down, and the low barrel went up.
“You can exchange barrels like this.”
Three women were listening to Chrollo, and she was taking notes, each holding an electronic paper and an electronic pen.
Looking at the things they were paid, it looks like they were selected as managers rather than ordinary farmers.
“Depending on the crop growth status, the bins will be automatically rearranged when it is harvest time. Always monitor the status screen.”
“Yes!”
The women responded with a disciplined look. They looked at Chrollo with eyes full of respect.
It appears that he has already established considerable authority over the residents.
I can’t imagine it when I think of you always being cute to me.
“Ah! Administrator!”
Chrollo found me. She comes towards me with her bright blonde hair flowing.
When I looked closely, I saw Nongsun, the only agricultural college graduate in the shelter, nearby. Even with her dark skin, she still has a healthy beauty.
Cabbages were growing inside the cultivation bin that Chrollo was explaining as an example.
The highest quality is when the leaves are green and beautifully wrinkled.
It’s not just cabbage. No matter where you look, it is full of plants that radiate intense vitality.
Aloe is growing wide open.
Tomato stems still containing green fruits the size of fingernails.
Peppers piling up their abundant leaves in a fan shape.
A strawberry with flower buds floating between three leaves.
Thanks to advanced technology, it is an amazing sight to cultivate crops simultaneously as needed, ignoring the environment or conditions.
“Thank you very much for your visit.”
Chrollo’s eyes are overflowing with joy.
Part of me wants to hug her right now and rub her cheeks, but I’m holding back because of the surrounding eyes.
If I wasn’t a resident, I would have touched her butt right away.
“The current facility utilization rate is 32%. Anything more than that would result in overproduction.”
Chrollo smiles among the fresh plants. Her appearance is as beautiful as a fairy.
An appearance reminiscent of a nymph in Greek mythology rather than an elf in fantasy.
“Everyone is wearing slippers?”
Chrollo’s toenails are painted with pink pedicure. To be exact, it was transformed into pink.
The three-stripe slippers that don’t match my luxurious feet are cute.
“When I work here, my feet often get wet.”
Chrollo called Nongsuni.
“Narae, I’ll ask for the rest.”
“Yes! Factory manager.”
Nongsun made a fuss and bowed her head.
“Factory manager?”
“Ahaha, that’s how I ended up being called that.”
But Chrollo doesn’t seem to like that title.
“When I came here before, it just felt like a plant factory, but now it has a lot of charm.”
“Is that so? “I did a survey and this is where residents most want to work.”
Ahem! She smiled and patted her voluptuous breasts.
Sway!
He took all my nerves away from his merciless shaking.
“Now, let me guide you. Welcome to our newly renovated farm!”
Chrollo took my hand and clasped it.
“I placed the plants with careful attention to every detail.”
Vines were planted at the top so that they naturally flow down, and melons and watermelons hang like lamps at the top of the middle. At the bottom, crops with abundant leaves like grass grow.
The lighting on the ceiling is cozy, and it is neither hot nor cold.
The refreshing smell of grass wafts from all around, and the leaves rustle in the occasional artificial wind blowing for ventilation.
In addition, plants showed off their beauty in harmony with various patterns.
Of course, there were no cases where unnecessary crops were planted for the sake of appearance.
“The air is perfect here.”
Just by walking, I feel like my nose is clearing, and my brain is clearing.
“Please come visit me anytime.”
I seem to be satisfied with my reaction to this place that I worked so hard to create.
“It won’t be long before we can harvest our first fruits. “I’ll make you a salad with that.”
“Let’s make it together.”
I went behind her and gently embraced her.
“If this is the case, one apron will be enough? Or, it’s good to stand side by side and prepare the ingredients.”
“Oh…”
Chrollo’s voice trembles with joy.
So we walked around the hydroponic cultivation facility.
She reported in detail on the harvest cycle of major crops and shelter food self-sufficiency.
“Hello!”
We ran into women working everywhere, and they greeted us.
Maybe they just gathered people with that tendency, but the women here were so naive that it was hard to think of them as criminals.
Chrollo, who was leading me by the hand, suddenly stopped.
It is the middle area of the operating cultivation area, where nutrients circulate in all directions.
Structurally, some of the cultivation bins were installed at right angles, and since it was a place where pumpkins and corn were planted, it was further hidden with long stems and wide leaves.
She turns around, grabs my cheek with both hands, and lifts her heel.
Jjook.
The kiss with her here, wrapped in the scent of her grass, was as sweet as flower honey.
“This is a place specially created just for the manager and me.”
When she lifts her hands and bends them slightly, some of the cultivation containers tilt slightly in response.
Furthermore, the stems and leaves wrapped around the two of us, hiding us from the surroundings.
Her eyes, which were full of pride and satisfaction just a moment ago, are suddenly burning.
“You went through a lot of trouble during this expedition, but I didn’t have time to comfort you.”
Her hand subtly went to my crotch.
“Isn’t it dangerous here?”
It took less than a minute for me to pass by the working women.
“Are you okay. Because this place is in the palm of my hand.”
She looks up at me with her playful expression.
“Isn’t it rather thrilling? Sharing love in a workplace where someone can appear at any moment. “Isn’t your heart pounding?”
Chrollo extends his long red tongue and licks my lips, tapping them.
When I accepted that temptation and opened my lips, her tongue penetrated.
Chrollo’s hand lustfully touches her buttocks.
After that, I stroked Chrollo’s big buttocks that were about to burst.
At that moment, I heard women talking from somewhere.
She was startled and tried to take her hand off her ass, but she grabbed the back of my hand firmly. She literally crushes it on her own ass.
Thump thump thump.
My heart was pounding like it was going to explode with excitement and anxiety.
Chrollo’s soft and elastic buttocks sucked my hand as if it were eating it up.
“Please touch me more.”
Her hot breath penetrated my ear.
The heat and the ecstatic feel of my hand made me get an erection right away.
The women’s voices became distant. It must have been passing in a different direction than this way.
“Inhale!”
As she was about to sigh in relief, her mouth was blocked by her lips.
Ever since she entered this realm, her initiative has been taken away from her.
I get excited, surprised, anxious, and then excited again.
Jjook.
Chrollo’s moist lips.
Her kisses are like a mixture of fishing and tango.
Push, pull, pause, grab strongly, and keep the beat at the same time.
Side.
In the tunnel of united lips, two tongues intertwine like mating snakes.
But a dagger cannot defeat a spear. My tongue can’t handle the strokes of her long, flexible tongue.
Joooook.
It doesn’t end with tongues becoming entangled. Her tongue gently caressing my teeth, the roof of my mouth, and even under my tongue.
That inhumane caress made me wonder, ‘I can feel this kind of pleasure just by kissing.’
Side.
We finished a long, deep kiss.
She stole the saliva that was dripping from her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.
“Huh? “It’s not over yet.”
Now she catches me as I try to go outside of her.
I smiled brightly and unzipped my pants.
“Really here?”
No, I don’t think this is right.
“I won’t get caught. And what if you get caught? Who’s going to say anything? Hehe.”
No one will say anything, but there will be huge rumors going around.
“Look.”
She spread her left palm in front of me.
Unlike Chrollo’s white skin, his palms are somewhat stained red.
And it’s wet. It is transparent yet sticky and has a very sweet floral scent.
“I have my own scented candle field here. This is the oil I developed myself using the oil grown there.”
She curled her hand and squeezed it. Leaving only a hole exactly big enough for my penis to fit in.
In that state, he shook it up and down obscenely.
Not only do you shake your wrist, but you also repeat the tightening and loosening of your index, middle, ring, and little fingers individually as if they were making waves. Just like a master playing the flute.
“Do you want my touch? Do you want me to touch the manager’s genitals with these hands?”
I gave in to the devilish temptation.
Chrollo, standing side by side with me, carefully held my cock in his hand. The cold yet sticky oil was carefully applied.
Snap.
She starts waving her hand.
While the nutrient solution flowed with the sound of a rippling stream, an obscene, muddy sound rang out.
Even if the view is obscured, an experienced woman will be able to tell what is going on here just by sound.
Chrollo’s thumb taps the tip of her glans as if making a stamp. Gently rub the folds of the foreskin and spread the pleasure to the entire glans.
The other four fingers repeat tightening and loosening from the root to the back of the glans.
Pleasure is pumped from the base of the cock to the glans, as if drawing water from a well.
“Do you feel good? The same goes for me. This warm and soft texture cannot be replaced by anything else. “Only the manager’s satisfaction satisfies me.”
The overwhelming affection Chrollo gives me is mixed with the intense pleasure I feel from my lower abdomen.
She couldn’t come to her senses.
Meanwhile, even as I was swept up in the happy feeling, I was filled with anxiety as I didn’t know when the women would come here.
“Strawberries look delicious.”
“It’s going to be a bit of a mess for us too, right? Hehe.”
Whenever I heard a woman’s voice nearby, my heart, which was already beating fast, pounded even more intensely. It’s to the point where I wonder if I’m going to have a heart attack.
Every time that happens, Chrollo puts his right hand through the inner jacket.
“You’re cute.”
She put her lips on my earlobe! She asks and whispers.
Then I enjoyed the pounding of my heart.
I rubbed or flicked my nipples in that state, and sharp pleasure spread out like electricity. It advanced the timing of ejaculation little by little.
“Hungry. What’s for dinner tonight?”
“What was it?”
At that moment, women’s voices were heard from nearby. It seems to be less than 10 steps away.
“Now, wait a minute.”
I whispered to Chrollo in panic, but her burning eyes didn’t stop pumping her.
Finally, I couldn’t hold on and reached my peak.
Push shoot!
Semen is powerfully released from the red-hot glans in a silvery arc.
“Oh, that’s right, it was fried shrimp. “I heard it comes with salsa today.”
The women’s voices became closer.
Fondant!
Semen falls into the culture tank right in front, turning the clear nutrient solution cloudy.
Chrollo’s eyes met mine, and she fiercely shook her hand holding my cock while maintaining her deep smile.
He scoops it up from the root and puts pressure on her glans.
And the women’s voices became distant.
Push shoot!
Chrollo looks lovingly at her glans, which is spewing out cloudy semen.
Even though it is a sight of an ugly male organ spitting out her smelly bodily fluids, there is infinite affection in her eyes.
Fondant!
Semen is continuously dropped like a bomb at the intersection of nutrient solution.
Thump thump thump!
Chrollo’s cool hands caressed my violently beating heart. As if she was telling me to calm down.
“It feels different, right?”
She whispered in my ear. Instead of answering, I nodded at her.
“This thrill. The sense of immorality that comes from a sacred workplace where everyone works hard. If it weren’t for the residents, I wouldn’t have been able to taste it. “We did a good job rescuing them, right?”
Chrollo smiled brightly.
She soaked her semen-slicked left hand in the cultivation bucket and washed it away.
Cloudy gray-white semen spreads between the clear nutrient sap. Some were wrapped around the roots of nearby plants.
“I guess this is too much…”
“Why?”
At the intersection of the cultivation trough, the nutrient solution containing my semen flows.
“It’s unhygienic.”
“No. The nutritional value of the nutrient solution only increases. You’re the lovely manager’s seed, right? “Is there anything more fitting than this in this place where crops are grown?”
Chrollo said an analogy that left us confused whether he was joking or serious.
“Other women will think it’s messy.”
“No one would think that.”
Chrollo stepped up and kissed my cheek.
“Never.”
Her beautiful blue eyes were shining with a light I had never seen before.
Chrollo knelt in front of me and swallowed her vagina up to the root, offering to clean it.
Joooook.
Her head moved back and forth, feeling like she was being sucked into a moist vacuum cleaner.
Talk. Talk. Talk.
The tip of Chrollo’s tongue carefully licks my urethra.
Joowooup.
And she again sucks strongly from the root to the glans.
Talk.
And then she licks the urethra hole with her tongue again.
This task was repeated about four times, and the moment when the lower leg began to revive again due to the stimulation.
Pong!
My glans slipped out from her red lips with a cute sound.
It was right after that I heard women talking nearby.
I quickly put my hands under both of her armpits and lifted her up.
“It’s okay. “I won’t get caught.”
She chuckled and lifted my zipper.
So Chrollo welcomed me to the entrance of the hydroponic cultivation facility.
Although I strayed off to a different path, the patrol was satisfactory.
Healthy growing crops, hard-working people. This is a symbol of civilization.
The image that was thought to be lost forever after the infection outbreak has returned to the city.
