Chapter 105 – 105. As Good as It Hurts
“Ah, Sister Lady! Are you having a good conversation with the female dragon who came last night?”
Said the large man, scratching his head, with the scars on her face. Brahms was surprised to see a hero suddenly appearing here all night, but Brahms did not pay much attention.
That would be the case, because it was the time when the medicine energy was just rising pleasantly.
Before coming to Zion, that is, before meeting the tentacles, the nuns, and the chimera, it was his duty to leave his golden wife in the capital city, beat up the wanted criminals with his servant Ham, steal the mountains of drugs they had collected and sell them here in the city, and make a big profit. It was purpose. If he had the connections of his old friend, Hans Reseller, he could have made huge profits for people of high rank in Zion.
However, after a long time since I came to the trading city of Zion after a few years, I wonder if the city’s security has become too strict. In such a tight place, you can’t even drink drugs with your mind or get drunk and fight with the kids you don’t like and beat them to your heart’s content until you’re close to death.
The men here are castrated. Even though the warriors openly take away their belongings, they do not resist. Just like sheep who cross their arms and clear their throats because the justice they are advocating is right.
People in the city wear masks and live with forced smiles.
They are sheep, and as outsiders, they are wolves. But beneath that thin sheep’s mask, lurks a bunch of suppressed teeth, ready to bite anything.
Homo homini lupus, man is a wolf to man, and war of all against all deserves to be vigilant. Yes, because wolves are dangerous.
However, what is more dangerous than wolves are sheep that have sprouted fangs. A mutant sheep who gets the fang of justice for the first time and goes on a rampage. Those were the heroes and followers he thought of.
After holding hands with the tentacles, when such naive and ‘just’ citizens revealed their true nature, I saw them mercilessly trample even the warriors who usually protected them.
‘This is absurd.’
Brahms smiled bitterly whenever he thought of them.
At least the wolf knows what not to bite.
Even if drugs were distributed in a place like this, no matter what happens, you will get out of control.
Professional market? She is, of course, a woman who is in good shape and ambitious, but only has titles and is no better than deposed.
In that sense, she was better off giving cheap medicine to the poor who had been driven out of the city. It is not for entertainment, but for medical anesthesia.
In the villages along Zion Road, there are people who survive only begging and stealing without any facilities. In the summer heat and humidity of Zion, which is far away from the port, disease spreads quickly. It was the nun who suggested giving these people a little rest. She healed weak diseases and wounds through the prayers of the holy relics she held, and she prescribed drugs so that those who could not treat themselves suffered no pain.
‘This is better than throwing it away after not using it anywhere.’
Brahms herself liked her nun’s opinion. She is neither hypocritical nor pretentious. She knows better than that how absurd her clergymen are to deal with her drugs, but she has nothing more to say since her poor people here also revere her as her ‘her saint’. Does not exist.
In fact, isn’t it what a saint truly does to do evil for the sake of good intentions?
So she silently granted this request from Sister Eshir. Again, they will present an interesting spectacle.
Brahms opened the fabric of the hut wide open.
“I asked people to call me, but what are you going to do? People’s Trial? Summary execution? Since she’s a female hero after all, even if I take her clothes off and let her walk down the street… Ooh, fuck!!!”
Pushing his head into the hut, Brahms took a step back in surprise.
The inside of the hut over there was a demonic realm.
One woman, Zion Ranger Black, the warrior who had visited yesterday, had collapsed, with tentacles growing from her lower body into a large tree-like trunk. Countless small stems sprouted from the large stem and branched all over the inside of the hut.
“This is, so… Are you greeting the warrior with tentacles?”
“It’s similar.”
Asher gave a short answer.
Are you all crazy bitches? A voice came up to my throat. It’s something I’ve known since I loved having sex with tentacles.
“So, tell me to hold this woman behind her? With the people who brought you here?”
“Yes. Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?
Brahms said she saw the people she had brought with her.
“Mr. Scar, when will the rice come out? What is the saintess telling me to do in the back?”
“The goatee guy who came last time gave me pocket money and snacks, but why doesn’t he have anything?”
“Looks like this man is a beggar! Even the old man pretends he doesn’t have an arm or an eyeball and goes out on the road begging!”
“You can crash into any wagon and extract the bounty! Instead, the ones that move with magic will explode like flies if you bump into them, so you have to choose wisely!!”
They are children with young voices.
This is a slum All adults who were not sick went out to Zion Street to beg or prostitute. After that, the only idle people left here are the children with blood on their heads. Since they were expelled from Zion and had nothing to do, they gave birth to many children, and many children died because they had nothing to eat.
What, can’t it? Brahms did not think long before answering.
“There is a warrior sister in the hut, and she has sprouted between her legs… “
“Between the woman’s legs? Are you talking about seeing? Can’t you even see Mr.
Amy is a whore, so she learned that quickly. Brahms thought while wiping his sweat.
‘As expected, there’s a reason why I didn’t have children with Roxanne.’
“Yes, you saintess will take out the sprouts from the warrior sister’s cunt and soothe her.”
“I want you to pull out the growth in the warrior’s cunt.”
“The warrior’s pussy got hives”
“The warrior’s pussy is in heat!”
“Look!”
Each person imitated the words and delivered them, but the more people passed, the more the content was distorted.
See you at the end! When I said one word, everyone giggled and laughed. Like kids his age, just hearing the name of poop pee or cock pussy is funny.
Brahms pinned Black from behind and Cornelia grabbed the tentacle’s proximal tendon. The children in the slums laughed and held the parts that protruded outward in their hands.
“Oops? Ooh! Aww!!!!”
In Black’s mouth, Asheir had already put a rod wrapped in cloth. She stroked her hair and said softly.
“It will hurt for a while. No, it will feel as good as it hurts. Can you still stand it?”
“Uuuuu!!!!”
Black shook his head vigorously with frightened eyes, but all he got back was Eshur’s sweet smile.
“Okay then everyone! Please pull!”
“Yes, saintess! One two!”
“Ugoaaap!! Whoops, whoops!!!!!”
The moment Cornelia and her children pulled their tentacles with all their might, Black felt as if something was about to slip out of him.
‘It’s not coming out of me… Me, me! They’re being pulled out!!’
Already, her soul is fused into a tentacle rather than a human body. Not only the soul, but existence itself was about to be plucked from the body. Black realized again that she had sold her soul for the pleasure of tentacle masturbation.
The great shock inflicted on existence itself made Black’s mind return to its original state for a while.
When he came back to his senses after a long time, a tremendous throbbing sensation ran through his lower body.
She could feel every tentacle that stretched out by the dozens, the grip of those holding it, Cornelia’s ruthless, ruthless yet soft, scaly touch, and the sloppy, sloppy hands of her children.
Her head hummed.
‘Then, what will happen to my body when I am gone? What about my life? My right!!’
“Whoop, whoop whoop!!!”
‘This is illegal! Not respecting women, just making them feel good! [Parasite] Activated!!’
Black decided to make his final push.
From the tentacle strands held by the people, more thin tentacles extended and penetrated their bodies.
“Well? Umm… ?”
For a moment, both Cornelia and the children holding onto Black’s clenched tentacles were dazed.
But that was it.
‘Poo-wook-‘
“Woonghuok?!”
“Black, black black. You can’t do bad things. Mind, ability, and soul, you have to melt them all into tentacles and then become a good warrior, right?”
‘This fucking crazy nun!!!’
Asher’s white knuckles entered Black’s cunt without warning. As for her tentacles, she studied them herself by mixing and matching countless times. As soon as she felt a strange movement, she started fisting her pussy to distract Black.
Black’s unprotected pussy, which had only had sex by rubbing her pussy, was too vulnerable to outside intrusion.
He was in a state where he had briefly regained his consciousness from the danger of being pulled out of his own existence. With that alone, Black’s mental strength should be said to be enormous, but Black, who was too busy to maintain his present moment in the midst of the stimulation of dozens of people rubbing his clitoris, was soon disturbed with only the nun’s fist coming directly into her pussy.
