Bitch’s NTR Travelogue 0

Chapter 0 – Prologue

“Quaaaaah!”

“…Nu…11…Fire…”

‘Noisy…’

A loud noise hits my head.

When he barely opened his trembling eyes, the whole world seemed painted in bright red paint.

I tried to get up, but for some reason I couldn’t feel anything down my neck.

The red world and the motionless body suddenly realized. I will die soon

A kaleidoscope passes by.

A purple neon sign coming through the window of a cold house… My image of enduring my father’s violence while looking at the splendid outside…

Time accelerates again. Today, as if I had been beaten and covered in scars, I was sitting on a bench in front of a dilapidated store with empty eyes as if there was no hope, watching the setting sun.

A grandfather with a stern expression appears. His grandfather looked at me for a moment and then handed me the banana milk without saying anything. He looked at it blankly and took it with his trembling hand. His grandfather sits next to him. As if to reassure me, the quiet chirping of bugs mixed with the clumsy hum echoes high into the sky. I gnashed my teeth and shed tears at the warmth I felt for the first time.

The banana milk I had for the first time in my life was so sweet.

Time flies. From that day on, the canteen was my only safe haven. And… The sanctuary was destroyed in an instant. Today, at the store, I drank banana milk from my grandfather and talked about the events of the day as if I were talking to my father. Grandpa listened to my story with a warm smile. And the work was instantaneous.

The moment the grandfather gets up and approaches again with banana milk in his hand, the robber comes in and shouts. Grandpa tried to calm me down as much as possible to protect me, but it happened in an instant. The robber stumbled on the run, and the grandfather stumbled. Until that moment, I was terrified and couldn’t do anything. After the robbers disappeared, my grandfather called me. The dying grandfather gave me banana milk until the last minute and said with a kind smile.

‘I’m sorry…’

Why are you sorry I still don’t understand. Why were you sorry Grandpa… Tell me… Please… Don’t leave me… But he’s long since passed away.

I look at my grandfather who is sleeping peacefully with blank eyes. What was it that I was so sorry for until the last moment? The pale light that shone on my life just like that disappeared. No matter how I looked around, there was only darkness. I despaired and cried like a child.

The police had no will to investigate. Could it be that he was not interested in the worthless old man of the hillside village? Or did you think no one would care? I couldn’t understand.

I became a strong young man before I knew it. Look up Him….. The young man who committed the robbery at that time has become a middle-aged man who has never known it before he knew it. He screams in fear. He says he has a wife and children and yells at them to save them. Please help me, crying like a pig. Didn’t say anything. When he killed his grandfather, he didn’t seem to think the kid next to him was me. No… He’s not recalling that memory.

Laughter bursts out in an instant. Grandpa was forgotten by everyone except me. The fact was so unbearably…… Sad. Laughter stops. Silence comes out and surrounds him. The pig mutters something of his while shedding tears with a pale expression, as if he intuitively felt his own death. Pig sheds tears. I also shed tears. All that was left was a slaughtered pig.

And she spent the rest of her life searching for her grandfather’s family, earnestly hoping that anyone would remember him at all.

Such efforts paid off. Grandpa’s family……. In his eyes her, his grandfather’s caring eyes were reflected. I handed over a note and left. On the note, the place where the grandfather’s bone powder was enshrined was written.

It’s fortunate… Now, even if I’m gone, my grandfather will remain in someone’s memory and live on. After his grandfather died, he smiled like he never did.

That day, I wanted to eat banana milk. He headed home humming the song his grandfather had sung to him when he was a child. And the truck comes.

The kaleidoscope is over.

Suddenly…… I want to eat banana milk.

The banana milk I bought earlier is falling in front of my blurry eyes. I wave my hand desperately. But it doesn’t move. I was so thirsty I couldn’t stand it. I want to feel the sweetness of that time again. Tears flow.

Grandpa….. I…….

I understand now. Why did he say he was sorry… And then I realized. Starting from the day my grandfather passed away, I suddenly came to my senses, and I was left alone in the dark. No one is here. Dark, lonely, deep in the deep darkness, the little boy sat down and cried in despair.

The fact that no one remembers me… With the death of my grandfather, I realized that I was left alone forever.

Knock… Knock… Knock…..

Tears fall from the sky.

There was only one moment of light in my life. The sweetness of a moment filled my life with a deeper bitterness.

The final darkness begins to envelope me lovingly…

Blurred vision… At that moment, something rises from the depths of the heart.

The little boy grabbed her breasts and sobbed. The little girl, who had only tasted the sweetness of a moment in her life and longed for that sweetness, struggled to escape from the benevolent darkness that embraced her like her mother her.

“Aaaaang”

I hear a baby cry, but I don’t mind.

I struggled with all my might.

I risked my all and struggled to vent this resentment in order to live.

The sweetness of a moment was rather poison to me. If I hadn’t felt any sweetness, it wouldn’t have been so heartbreaking.

I struggled with all my might.

I can’t die yet I want to feel a little sweeter, I want to be loved a little more, I want to live a little longer!!

“… This… Ah… That…”

“……Fu…Four…”

My mind, stained with resentment, began to fade away like the flames of a furnace extinguished by the waves of sleep that rushed in suddenly.

Soon my heart was filled with desolation and emptiness.

I realized that I couldn’t achieve anything and faded away.

Suddenly, I remember the moment I met my grandfather for the first time. A hillside village where everything is dyed red at sunset, the sound of crickets chirping, grandfather’s stern face, the clumsy hum that he sings as if to reassure me… Sweet banana milk… The crickets’ cries and grandfather’s hum resonate high into the sky. Spread

Feeling the warmth I felt for the first time wrap around me again, I closed my eyes with a single tear.

I lost consciousness as I felt the gentle darkness enveloping me as if it were embracing me.

* * *

“You worked hard, Cynthia, our child,haha. Are you really crying energetically?”

“Haa… Haa… Baby… My baby…”

Cynthia hugged her child, who fell asleep from crying.

The child’s angelic face and the ivory-colored horns rising up in a dainty manner were all lovely.

He looked at Aaron and said.

“Since this child is a miracle that came to us… Yes… Let’s call it Grace… Aaron and my child Grace huhufu”

Cynthia smiled happily as she stroked the child’s chubby cheek, who was sleeping soundly.

The warm sunlight through the wide open window began to embrace her child as if comforting her.

Grace SIDE

A cool wind blows

‘Looks like winter is coming’

The slightly sharp eyes and blue eyes of the girl sitting under the tree on the hill showed her atmosphere coldly, but the spot located in the lower right corner of her was beautiful, and despite her young age, her sensual and decadent atmosphere I was making a drift.

In addition, even though she is still young, her breasts her, which look like big dumplings, clearly stand out from those of her age her, who are expected to have a bright future. Every time the white dress blows in the wind, the contours come out clearly, and blue light bridges in the middle with a silver base. Her beautiful hair, which fell halfway through, was fluttering along the wind like silk.

Above her head her rose horns, smooth and soft as ivory, like those of a sheep.

Yes that girl is me

I was born again in a new world.

Here, sweet parents and a kind world were prepared for me.

After confirming that I was born again, I fell into ecstasy. And my physical ability as if it gave me preferential treatment. I walked when the other kids crawled, and I ran when the other kids walked.

And this recovery ability given to me can only be used 10 times a day, but it was like a miracle of God that restores it to a perfect state even just before death.

From now on, my life seemed to show only a sweet path like banana milk.

It is different in this world.

I was convinced that it would no longer be an infinitely dark world for me.

While living in this world, I decided to taste and enjoy all the sweetness that I could not achieve in my previous life.

With that promise, I began to appreciate the village that seemed to come out of a fairy tale.

The village where I was born is the village of Netorare, where various tribes live in harmony.

Certainly this name is strange, but I am not misunderstood. The name of the village is definitely the village of Netorare…

After hearing the name of the village for the first time, I couldn’t stand the curiosity that kept coming up and carefully asked the village chief.

According to the village chief, the goddess Netorare is the goddess of love and pleasure, and she chose it as the village name when she became the village chief.

Perhaps because of that, the church was satisfied with the name, and the Netorare Church was established. After that, our village began to accept the tribes without discrimination out of love, and this soon brought about the development of the village.

Also, for some reason, luminescent mushrooms, which grow naturally only in the forest near our village, have developed the village even further as a local specialty.

As a result, the village, which was only a village corner, developed in an instant and began to grow in size to be close to a city without knowing it, a market was created, and tourists visiting the forest, which turned into a dreamy atmosphere due to luminescent mushrooms at night, increased the scale of our village. Made.

And my family settled down as recovery workers in a growing village.

Since both my father and mother had my resilience intact, both of us were treated with great care, and since our family’s resilience was famous to others, there were many guests from outside.

Ah, the reason we abandoned our hometown and settled here is because we were expelled from the village. It was because the marriage of the two was deserving of being banished from the village where marriage to Holstauros was originally forbidden.

Still, I’m satisfied. This town is beautiful and people respect my family. Because I thought there was no reason not to like it.

But… No matter how different the world has a different language system, I think the name came about by coincidence…

I shook my head to shake off my complex thoughts and began to calmly appreciate the town where I was born.

‘It’s beautiful whenever I see it….. I’m going to wake up soon’

After feeling the cool breeze blowing for a while, I went into the forest for the day’s routine.

* * *

My past life gave me only a bitter taste of despair. A violent father, a mother who always spits out hateful words and stars at me…….. During school days, the children’s violence and bullying were added.

If I hadn’t met my grandfather, I would have been twisted to the point of being twisted… Maybe it was because of that environment.

At first, I thought it was wrong and tried to fix it, but after seeing this genre of NTR water, I stopped thinking about it. The heroine’s despair, the heroine’s groans of pleasure, and the pleasure that stimulates the peripheral nerves that bloom when each other’s hearts are mixed gives me a sweet pleasure like a drug in the dark everyday life and made me happy.

Thanks to that, like being addicted to drugs, when I have no work, I spend my time looking for NTR doujinshi or novels.

Also, in my previous life, if I was immersed in the NTR position rather than the victim position, in this life, I wonder if it was the effect of becoming a woman.

Perhaps because of that taste, my delusions began to explode as I began to see my mother’s voluptuous body her, which never misses the undisputed number one in the village, and a face more beautiful than any woman in my previous life.

My mother had the same horns as mine, and her hair was silvery-white and had the feel of beautiful silk. More than anything, the reason I was excited about my future was because of her mother’s overwhelming breasts and buttocks of her.

Her breasts were about the size of a J-cup, and the fate of her grandmother’s breasts, which anyone with large breasts could avoid, was useless for Holstauros. Due to her racial characteristics her, her breasts her, which did not stretch, maintained their shape as if they were large water droplets.

Also, what about the buttocks? Perhaps thanks to her steady maintenance, her mother had a heart-shaped buttocks, and whenever her father playfully touched her, her buttocks, which looked soft and chewy, were so attractive that she wanted to touch them as if it were a mistake, no matter how confused she was when she was young. .

And the place to go in was clearly showing what a coke bottle body is. Her face is proud of being one of the most immovable towers among village women. The soft and kind appearance of her with slightly lowered eyes and the mother’s ability to close the distance, which instantly strikes in without a sense of distance, threatens the lower courts of the village men and the mother’s chastity…

Every time I saw my mother’s voluptuous body her in a state where sexual desire was piled up, I often began to imagine my mother being embraced by another man.

My imaginary mother is a wife who loves her husband by day, but at night, a prostitute who seduces visitors with a lascivious eye smile, wearing sleazy clothes in order to receive thick semen instead of her father’s non-breeding cock. She was doing

When I imagined such a mother, I couldn’t stand her itchy pussy. That day, I masturbated for the first time in my life, and I felt what a woman’s pleasure was.

It was beyond imagination. The pleasure gained from masturbation in my previous life was incomparably more sensitive than masturbation.

Like being addicted to drugs, I wanted more stimulation. And I went into the woods near the village, feeling the chill at the fact that I was masturbating in a public place, grabbed my trembling heart and went into the woods. I was able to find a place where sunlight diffused through the dense trees and lit up with a beautiful atmosphere.

I was excited about masturbating in a public place while feeling the warm sunlight coming down on my naked body after throwing off my one-piece dress, slightly reminding me of her expressionless face of her.

Feeling the cold wind tickling my highly sensitive clitoris and nipples, I lay down with my chest pounding with a little anxiety and thrilling pleasure from being open all around me.

As I lay comfortably, I began to imagine my regular daughter, my mother.

Even today, the mother went into the alley of the inn where tourists are staying, wearing a micro bikini with holes drilled so that her nipples and pussy her were exposed in order to become pregnant after receiving the tourist’s special sperm.

Wearing a bikini that even prostitutes would be ashamed of, the mother licked her lips slightly at the erection and protruding groin of the tourists staring at her as if she wasn’t ashamed at all, and sensually shaking her proud breasts and buttocks. And she was searching for prey.

The expression of her mother her, who always looked at her family her with her caring face her, had long since changed to that of her lascivious prostitute her.

And her mother’s eyes her lit up. The orc, who was expected to have the best cock she had ever met, seemed to have a third leg between the orc’s crotch of her.

The mother was started to see the fine cock, and she quickly approached the orc, fearing that another woman might snatch it. The mother rubbed her breasts her against her arm, and she seduced him as she used her hands her to tickle his masculine cock her.

The orc had no choice but to jerk his cock at the sudden luck. Feeling her hot pulsating cock her, the mother smiled lewdly and followed the orc.

And the vulgar and lustful nature of the mother who was exposed felt her cock her protruding from her stomach her as if it would burst her cunt her, and she groaned like a beast, reaching continuous climaxes and squirting out love juice without a break.

“Haaang… Haaug… Haaang…”

I imagined my mother, who had always assisted her father with her benevolent face her and stroked my hair, howling like her sow her.

Without delay, the hardened nipples were also rubbed more vigorously, giving a lot of strength to the waist as the pleasure soared from both sides of the rubbing.

‘Aww… I feel good… Mother… Mother…!’

The more I groaned loudly in the open space, the more my anxiety grew, fueling my masochistic excitement, and whenever the wind brushed through my body, my tight nipples trembled.

“Fuck…! Go away!! Go away!!!”

The moment I imagined my mother groaning obscenely covered in semen, I groaned so loudly that the forest roared with intense pleasure that made my back rise.

I was excited again when I heard the lustful groans echoing through the woods again in my ears. Shaking my back and tasting the climax, I lowered my waist and breathed languidly, submerged in the afterglow of pleasure.

“Ha… Ha… Ha…”

‘Sex… Would it feel better? I was a virgin in my previous life… But this life… Whoa… Whoop’

Let’s promise this life is different….. I will definitely get all the pleasures in my hands… I will definitely…

I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the sunlight warmly wrapping my drowsy body.

The juice that dripped from the girl’s cunt lying in the forest that seemed to be illuminated by the sunlight glistened in the sunlight and shone like a crystal ball predicting obscene things to come.