Chapter 122 – 122. The Night of the Zion Annual Celebration (1)
Zion City Hall has existed as a symbol of Zion and the core of its power for a very long time.
After Zion Cathedral was half destroyed by the hands of the warriors, the City Hall, which became the largest structure in the city, has a simple house in the corner of the wide backyard.
The front of the city hall has a well-kept garden and a wide road that leads to a lot of people, but in the backyard there are only weeds and unused tools.
The sunlight doesn’t shine, and no one visits this place. Even the City Hall staff who work under Zion Ranger ask about this place and they say, ‘Oh, that warehouse?’ ‘But was it a warehouse there?’ ‘That’s right. All buildings that are not in use are used for storage.”
But it is definitely a house where people live.
It was not a place overflowing with love and lust like the mansion where Yellow, Pink, and White lived, nor was it a place to hide filthy desires like Black’s house.
This is the market of Zion, Pros. This is where T. Tute stays.
“—–!!”
“~~~♥~”
“Noisy…”
Pros muttered as he lay on the small bed. It was noisy outside. I guess so. Today is the day when Zion’s annual event is held, and the time has come for all kinds of parasites spread all over the city to suck the butts of the warriors and take advantage of them.
They were all those who worked under the Pros family. Until the pressure of the empire eliminated all status as nobility in this country except for some families in the capital, this ‘City Hall’ was the castle of the Pros family, the great family that had used Zion as their territory for generations.
But now, here in City Hall, the only place where she can live with peace of mind is a small outbuilding in a corner of City Hall. Pross remembered that there was such a glorious and brilliant past.
The steeple shining in the color of the family, ultramarine blue, the help of the jockey family, and the people of the territory living hard under the rule of wise lords.
It wasn’t equal, but no one tried to oppress someone using their status. Saying what you want to say was a right given to everyone regardless of status, and above all, it was free. That was certain.
When I lowered my arm that was covering my eyes, wet water dripped from my pajamas. There were times when I was imagining such a time, and there were times when tears came out.
‘Look at me now…’
Since he was naturally far from luxury, Pross had only simple bedding in his bedroom. If she was a woman of that age, it would be natural for her dressing table to be full of all kinds of decorations and cosmetics that gave off a heady scent, but she didn’t even have that.
Instead, she had only her cloak, her last worn symbol of authority, treasured in the middle of her room, unspoilt.
‘Slurr… ‘
She got up and untied the straps around her waist and her white gown flowed down her shoulders and caught on her chest. When she opened her window, the moonlight bathed her white upper breasts, giving them the color of freshly made porcelain.
Pross took out the only cosmetic on the dressing table in front of her. When the lid of the case was opened, the contents that at first glance looked like white facts were revealed.
“Haaa… ♥”
Seeing the compressed powder content, Pross’ face brightened.
She couldn’t be without this when she couldn’t control her emotions well. Ever since she was swept away by the Zion Ranger, she has turned to these drugs. When watching the tyranny of a psycho-like Red, when an opportunist like Black who sympathizes with it is disgusting, when a lazy person like Yellow massages her breasts, when Pink who is mad with jealousy dismisses herself as ‘no one’, and When you hate yourself so much that you have to endure all that.
In the past, he had barely tolerated Hans’ supply very occasionally, but now he had obtained something on a completely different level from that time.
Women find happiness in putting on makeup and fawning over her man, but there is something else that brings her happiness that she can’t even do.
After taking a very small amount with a spoon and finely powdering it, put it on the little finger nail.
‘Sup-‘
In an instant, the powder he inhaled through his nose began to melt and coagulate in his mucous membranes, spreading all over his body. Deep in the nostrils, behind the eyes, head, throat.
Pross followed her aura roughly, moving her fingers through each area.
Going down through the white stretched neck, to the large breasts, which was sometimes a complex, to the tip of the hard erect nipples, to the rib cage, soft stomach, chewy intestines, and along the spine, when a signal as if electricity is being passed across the spine suddenly, from then on, the medicine suddenly feels strong. It means that I will go down to this lower body.
“Yeah ♥”
She felt a sudden plunge from her belly down between her legs and into something.
Pross found herself sitting like a baby on her bed.
The gown and bed sheets were damp without knowing when.
“Oh, oh oh oh oh… ♥ Coming, coming… ♥!!!”
Every time a pleasant bubble popped in her head, her waist jumped up. Anxiety, anxiety, and sadness all disappeared along with the bell. She knew it was actually her own brain cells that were exploding, but now she really couldn’t survive without them.
At some point, her nose and all around her mouth were smeared white. The moonlight reflected in her mirror made the whole world twinkle, and it felt good. It was clear that she had put her nose down and inhaled frantically in the moment she had lost her mind.
“Ooooo…” .!”
‘Nail, fly, fly, fly, fly’
She was confident that she would gorge on even a single drug pellet in a small cosmetic case. She vulgarly opened her mouth and stuck out her dripping tongue, licking away the contents like a bitch, not a human, there was plaque.
No, that’s not himself. Because the woman reflected in her mirror was still a dignified and dignified figure.
She was herself in the mirror before she was so smitten, she was full of ambition and her affection for this whole city.
This drug, which absorbed White’s magical power and processed it inside her tentacles, had the effect of creating a strange nostalgic feeling that, when inhaled, made one feel happier than oneself in the happy days.
So, the one who is sucking drugs while drooling white on her chest right now is not Pros. At least I’ve decided to think so for now.
‘Chuuuuu…’
I know it’s a dirty way, but Pros liked it. He ate and sucked like a beast, and he had to let out all his vulgar thoughts to relieve his stress.
The tentacle that created this is a good thing.
White, who provided this, is a warrior, but a good warrior.
The people who abandoned her, the rich people of Zion, the citizens flocking without thinking, Marcus Dra, who shared all the rights after bringing down the Fros family with a hero on his back, and Red, who was behind it all. Bastard!!!!
“Trash. All die… ♥”
Pros said with a completely melted expression. One side of her face was cold, but this time she was spitting against the mirror. He seemed to want to lick himself in the mirror. The room was heated with the sweet smell of drugs, the smell of Pros’ own female, and the smell of sweat.
Yes, this was her now. Losing her power and being oppressed by her champion, she realized that there was no trace of her affection for her Sion left in her.
Rather than suffer the sorrow of having to watch her city fall, she thought, she’d rather have it all, all ruined.
So she joined hands with the monster. She condoned kidnapping women and turning them into her breast milk sac cumming machine, and she unleashed drugs on the city.
This was the last gift she could give Zion.
‘It feels good… Because everyone has to share…’
As she stays in the tentacle’s nest, she is surprised to find that she and White can communicate with each other unexpectedly. No, there is nothing like that. It’s the same that she was abandoned by people who thought she and she were both precious.
So, her desire to give only pleasant things to the person she likes was also the same.
“Me too, like those girls, I want to do something white and pleasant here…”
She brought to her mouth enough big tits to lift and suck on her own. When the warm mucous membrane of the mouth touches the erect nipple, the pleasant and the pleasant meet and become more pleasant.
Her whole body blended into each other, and she didn’t even know what her body was made of.
The feeling of being just one big lump of pleasure.
And the feeling of all the masses in this drug-intoxicated city being connected to each other through tentacles, screaming and sharing pleasure.
This was the feeling of taking drugs produced by White and the tentacles.
Isn’t it natural to give it to everyone?
So, today, above all else, will be a pleasant day.
‘Chew woo woo woo-‘
As she frantically sucked and masturbated, her nipples started to hurt little by little.
The fact that the pain is approaching means that the energy of the medicine is starting to wear off soon.
Pros is back to reality. Now there was only one tall, drug-ridden woman mayor, lonely, lonely, helpless.
“Yes, after today…”
Pross repeated in a strangely ecstatic voice.
On the day when the first earthquake occurred in Zion, the night when the tentacles rooted throughout the city twisted the ground, for some reason a nun, who began to be called a ‘saint’ among the deported poor, came to visit her and said her words. Remembered.
That day, the nun she came to with tentacles said she would show her something.
Starting from the day of Zion’s annual event, this whole city would change, and there would be no going back. And that would be a better change than any other drug.
Something that feels better than drugs, what the hell is that? He wondered if he could survive accepting that, Pross answered before Esh Le finished talking.
“Yeah! Whatever it is, do it! Let’s dedicate this city to these tentacles!! So, give Zion back to me. Drive out the heroes and cut off the limbs of the traitors!!”
“No, there will be no such thing. No retaliation, no punishment, me and Joshua-sama will not do it. Only fair pleasure and eternal pleasure allowed to everyone will be together. Only those who accept this will reach heaven.”
Sister Eshir said.
Oh, that’s how it works.
Clever Pross had a vague idea of what was about to happen.
Then she knelt before the nun and kissed her on the tip of her toe.
So, this is by no means a bad thing.
It is to save everyone in Zion from suffering.
“Sister Pros.”
Someone appeared behind Pross, who was still drunk with the feeling that the medicine was going away.
She was a woman who seemed much larger than Pross because of her tall, much-trained body, the horns on her head and the plump tail on her lower body. There’s no way the city guards will be guarding her backyard villa, where Pros is located, anyway, so if she uses her unique physical abilities a little, it will be easy for her to infiltrate here.
“Are you ready? Cornelia. There’s your father…”
“Yeah I know. I… Now i’ve made up my mind I am determined to face my father again.”
Pross got up from her seat and gave Cornelia a hug.
A kind brother, a kind child.
Cornelia hid the horns on her head with her headdress.
Although she inherited the blood of the family foe, Marcus, Cornelia looked more like herself than the man.
Cornelia knew that she had admired him since she was a child, so if she said this, she would surely jump for joy. Thinking of that, she smiled faintly for some reason.
‘I think watching this child gives me more courage than drinking drugs.’
I feel like I just now know the obvious truth.
I wanted to keep this feeling for a long time.
“Then let’s go. Towards a tomorrow where everyone feels good, without corruption or justice.”
Two women left the room. The façade of Zion City Hall in front was still bright, splendid, and luxurious.
And those in power over there will learn today. The fact that power is nothing more than a handful of ashes in the face of overwhelming pleasure.
