Chapter 121 – 121. A Nun’s Feet Lightly Trampled
Marcus slapped the shoulders of the two solvers with a very happy face. It was the level of stroking a rock with a reed, but their eyes were unfocused and they touched whatever Marcus touched. It was just enough to hold the center of the body.
“It looks like you’ve been completely exhausted after spending only one day in the basement. Or maybe I was strong enough to defeat you if I wanted to! Haha, the last one is a joke. Don’t feel bad about it To show you’ve worked hard, I’ll let you go home without overtime today!”
I stared blankly at Marcus, who was happily joking around. After glancing at each other, they pointed to the sack full of pink milk they had brought and said.
“Pink Milk… In the basement…”
“Well then. I got it from the basement. They say the tunnels are tangled like the hairs of unmanaged bitches? Do you think we can send in the city guards and bring them all to the medicated bath?”
“Maze… Impossible, only us…”
I thought it wouldn’t be easy to tell. Originally, the solvers are not united by loyalty, but because they take care of or fix all the dirty work of Marcus and Zion Ranger based on the money he gives them.
In other words, that kind of sound means to ask for more money. Marcus understood the solvers’ answers that way.
“Okay, I’ll take care of the bonus when the job is done. So, where did this pink milk come from? Where did the son of Hans get these things from?”
“Joshua…”
Its name.
Marcus’ face hardened.
“The loser who lowered his tail and ran away…”
We already know that he has returned to Zion. They were still living quietly, and there was an order from Red not to touch them until they caused trouble, but it was Zion Ranger and Marcus who took the real power here, eliminating things that could cause trouble one by one. It was reluctant to leave such an existence alone.
“Joshua? That warrior made this? White was monitoring him, and he was even reporting regularly that everyone was keeping quiet.”
Hagisa, there’s no way a bitch like White can do a job properly. Marcus frowned and muttered to himself. It was a scientifically proven fact that a bitch with big udders had an empty head. Eugenics? Did you say There were similar contents in academic books written by prominent scholars of the empire that I had read before.
“I thought he was quiet, but he was making something like this in the back.”
When he returned here, he should have been checked from the beginning, no, if he was provoked again, another disaster might happen. Rather, since he created such a superb product, it should be said that it is good.
The only thing the hero Joshua received from the great Goddess was her goddess’s magic wand, a weapon that radiated tremendous power, but like all heroes, abilities and talents can be acquired, born, or lost. It is also not remotely possible that he has a genius for this kind of food processing. Apart from the ability given to her by the goddess, some may be gifted with food processing, while others may be gifted with psychotic torture and dictatorship.
“And by contacting such a man, he has demonstrated this level of skill.”
If so, I have a question for you here.
“What did Joshua ask for?”
It was Marcus who had ‘survived’ here all his life, clinging to the strong and bowing under the feet of superior beings. If there are times when he doesn’t notice, it’s because he doesn’t need to notice those below him, so he intentionally ignores them. Because he was like that, I decided that there was no way Joshua would have supplied that precious pink milk with his bare mouth. From the moment his name came out, I gave up on knowing the recipe or the production process neatly.
One of the fixers opened his mouth. The tone, which had been muffled after entering and exiting the basement, was clear and precise pronunciation this time.
“List of attendees for the annual event. Everyone, even what they are doing.”
“Why are you curious about that? Is there any reason why a warrior would take care of something like that? Why don’t you try valet parking for wagons and transportation facilities?”
“Bring some pink milk and use it…”
“Oh yeah. Got it. We have no choice but to seek Joshua’s cooperation to get Pink Milk. I will leave this job up to you in the future, so please tell them to keep the current trading volume.”
“Oohhhhh…”
“And now, the deal with Joshua will have to be kept secret from Red. Red won’t like it if he hears Joshua’s name over something like this. The list will be drawn up right away, so go down and tell them.”
That hero, Joshua, is known to the outside world as a dangerous figure, no different from the criminal who caused the massacre in the Zion slave market. That day, except for Red, only Marcus himself saw everything at the slave market.
“Come to think of it, you guys, I have never told the other heroes about this… Do you know why that slaughter horse hero, Joshua, is so calm now?”
“Ugh?”
The fixer who was just about to leave stuck her head out.
Yes, I have to tell you this much so that I can use it as an advantage in negotiations with Joshua in the future. Marcus called the fixers and talked to them for a while.
“It is said in the public eye that he went to subdue the dragon, which was his original purpose after carrying out an incident in Zion, but in fact, Joshua was defeated by Red at the slave market and ran away.”
“Five…”
I listened to what Marcus had to say with great interest through the eyes and ears of the fixers.
It wasn’t just to sexually arouse me to conceive of them that the women I had captured in the cave of tentacles had stuck their tongues so deep into their ears and licked them.
During their captivity, they mate with each other a lot, and have tasted each other’s bodies and minds enough times that the genetic material is spinning around them. My factors have already settled in their bodies.
Those who gave up being human in pursuit of lust and came under me were already halfway to being monsters.
Just as a parasite stimulates the host’s brain to make it easier to reproduce, the tentacle factor in the bodies of those caught in the tentacle cave stimulates the brain to make specific modifications to the body.
First, transformation into a constitution that is easy to accumulate nutrients.
In order to efficiently produce breast milk, the body must first be able to easily store and absorb the nutrients obtained through the tentacles in the body, and then secrete them in large quantities.
In other words, fat accumulates well in the body.
This transformation is especially concentrated in the chest area, and it is natural that the breasts become heavier in order to build space for the mammary glands to develop and synthesize some magic power.
It is the result of combining the ability to adjust the endocrine glands partially transferred from White with the parasitic ability stolen from Black.
And when her inner factor is activated in this body, she is able to stretch out her ‘I’, albeit weakly, in her own body.
At that time, what they see and feel is conveyed to me as well. Although you have to concentrate your consciousness, it is because your body and mind are in a state of fusion.
When they had an orgy in the cave and stuck their tongues into the ears of the fixers, what they let out was not only saliva and pleasure, but also myself.
Right now, the fixers in Marcus’ office are parasitized by me, albeit weakly.
“Joshua fought Red before and lost. Asher, did you know this?”
“Nope… It’s the first I’ve heard of…”
Eshir said with surprised eyes.
Her half-naked body clung to Esh’r’s back, and she could feel her lower back quiver when she heard of Joshua’s past as a human warrior.
‘Chew woo woo-‘
“Hey, Joshua-sama, ji, you were mean… To me right now, there is only you, tentacle you… Aha♥”
Eshir let out a strange moan as she sucked a drop of sweat down her spine.
It’s not that she resents her or is jealous of her. The human hero, Joshua, went crazy and killed his comrades, and now, it’s me, not him, who is massaging this nun’s breasts and touching her hot, soft pussy.
It was when Joshua entered Zionside with his own party that she came to know Joshua, the human warrior, the first sacrifice that formed the foundation of who I am today, so it’s understandable that she doesn’t know the story before that. Went.
“In the past, even fragmentary memories passed by when I concentrated my magical energy, but since it absorbed the souls of many people, those things are now mixed up. I can’t tell who’s memory is what.”
“You don’t have to have memories. We need something else right now, right?”
Eshir ran her fingers up my tentacles with one of her fingers.
The tip of her index finger stayed around the tip and moved gently, and white juice dripped from the tip onto her finger.
Her hand, glistening with the thick, slippery texture of the liquid, brought it to her lips and licked it slowly with her tongue.
“You think so too, Black?”
Eshir said to the woman sitting below him like an animal. Even though her eyes were small because of her plain look, the woman who was pleasantly fit for her body only followed Eshir’s commands with an expressionless face.
Lately, Asher has been attached to this woman.
This woman was once Zion Ranger Black.
Now it’s just an empty shell. I absorbed all of her soul, mana, and contents.
While White and Hans capture Yellow, and Brahms mourns Ham’s death, Cornelia is nowhere to be seen, I attract the poor out of Zion, and some of them work together inside me to increase the production of Pink Milk. While growing, Eshir seems preoccupied with giving this woman’s empty shell new life.
“Yeah… I am so happy to serve you…”
It has now recovered to a level where communication is possible to some extent.
There is absolutely no chance that she will ever find her true self. Just like a baby, one by one, she was learning everything from this inner twisted nun.
“Black, how did you say thank you?”
“Thank you… First like this… Crab, roll up your clothes… As much as you appreciate it, it’s natural for him to open his legs wide enough to see his asshole and pussy, showing you his heart, right?”
“Well done. Cute person.”
As Eshir lightly stepped on her cunt with her soft bare feet, Black (who was) smiled in genuine delight.
There was a rubbing motion on Eshur’s white legs, followed by the sound of muddy water and moaning from below.
