Chapter 125 – 125. Sex Needs Water and Blood
Red looked down from the top of City Hall.
People down there are always happy. Of course. Because you made me do it As long as they bow before the mighty prestige, some of Zion’s high society let them do whatever they want in their own community. They stick together and eat, snooping around to see if they have anything to eat. Even if Red occasionally ‘disposes’ of them as needed, they will welcome them with open arms, since they will have more things to return to.
The grievances and disputes that should have been among them were turned to the ordinary citizens of Zion. Those unable to enter this annual event are now forced to live with masks on each other’s faces, monitoring and accusing each other.
‘I want you to feel it too. This feeling of not being able to live without wearing a mask.’
You can see it when you look at the city hall staff who treat the VIPs here and now.
The faces of men who do indeed wear masks on their faces, but are forced to endure the hellish sensation of virtuous ladies gently touching the tips of their cocks with their feathered fans, or of young women who have been spun around by old men the age of their fathers for an hour. It is clear what will happen if you remove just one thin layer.
The stress of such ordinary citizens is relieved through others filtered among them. Outcasts, criminals and prostitutes judged unfit to live in this just and clean city.
They are banished from the city and live in a hut-like shantytown across the street. Red can burn them down with his powers whenever he wants, but their existence is necessary to keep the city alive. A very small seed of corruption must be left in order for people’s dissatisfaction and malice to circulate.
The Zion Ranger, Red, succeeded in ‘breeding’ this city like that.
“It seems good to leave the vacant position of Zion City Library Director to Professor Zhang Typhus, who came today. He is a man with a bad taste who has a hobby of violating his own daughter, but at the same time he is not interested in snobbish things like embezzlement.”
“Let’s do that.”
Red agreed with Marcus’ advice.
You must be referring to that skinny but energetic-looking old man who is drinking from the inside over there. Looking at those slightly twisted eyes, what Marcus said must be true.
“Gulp, gulp, gulp… ! Bring more water.”
The professor called one of the city officials to bring more water. The cold water remaining in the glass filled with water in her mouth was sprinkled on her own daughter. Red knew that woman’s name. She must have been a woman named Miya, who was treated as the specialty of the party. As if her fever had cooled, Miya regained her senses, her pretty eyes trembling.
“Under… Hehe…”
Gently cupping his chest with one hand, the professor pushed water from mouth to mouth. Miya looked ecstatic and she gnawed her teeth and drank.
Sex needs water. Because sex is consuming a lot of water through sweat, up and down.
That woman doesn’t know what kind of behavior she is doing. Because all she’s been learning all her life is the knack for pleasing men.
“Would you like a glass of water?”
A glass was thrown out in front of him. She looks up and sees that she is one of the female city hall employees wearing a rabbit mask.
Is she fearless, or is she a manifestation of her desire to use today as an opportunity to rise in status?
In an instant, a secret desire sprouted within Red. A small activity that became her only pastime in her city.
The other day, when I was trying to catch a sorceress, I failed because an old low-level magician interfered. She planted a bomb in the wizard’s head and made it self-destruct in her place, so the reactionary elements at that time must have been cleaned up.
However, the unmet needs at that time continue to swirl inside. Realizing what Red was up to, Marcus groaned and put on a troubled expression. But what can I do? He is the owner of this city.
“Let me see for a moment.”
“Yes Yes… !”
Ladd looked up at the masked female employee.
She is a pretty tall woman. Her skin looks cool, and her purple hair, braided in a ponytail, hangs down to her stocky waist. Her calm voice put people at ease. On her head was a horn-like ornament of a dragon’s head, and in her almost naked body the small muscles that rippled under her skin whenever she moved and the hard headdress in good harmony attracted the attention of the men around her. Captivated.
It’s probably because she’s around her Red that no one else is touching this woman yet. It is the same reason why her hyena does not target the rabbit in front of her lion.
She’s a woman you don’t see. There’s no way a hero like Red could remember all of the city hall staff, but if she had passed by and seen such a nice woman, she would never have let her go.
There were many things I wanted to know about that woman. Of course, she wasn’t talking about her male career or the number of children she wanted to have, whether or not she was a virgin.
‘I want to see the things under the skin… Is the texture of the muscle rough or soft? Will the blood be thick and thick, or will it flow out without shame?’
Red’s hobby is to take a woman passing by on the street at night, and drain her blood. It is good to make a crack in the skin with a thin scalpel and watch the blood slowly drain into it.
Most of the women in this city would have already given their virginity to another man. However, a lot of blood can be shed on the other side as well. It was blood that could ooze through her skin, into her mouth, into countless places that even she herself would never have seen in her life.
The hymen is not only in the vagina. The woman Red sees is a hymen in every corner of her body. It was only natural that all women, regardless of sexual experience, reacted like virgins, seeing that their pale and cold skin became more sensitive to warmth and heated up like crazy at the slightest stimulation.
Recalling her self and her little hobby, Red felt her body heat up after a while. She had the feeling that she was all over the virgin. In this place full of boredom and pleasure, nothing but this could satisfy him.
‘It’s mine. That feeling, only I should enjoy.’
She didn’t care whether the woman was a virgin or a married woman. All she needs to do is make her face smooth. The woman in front of her was the best woman for Red in that there were many corners to cut with a knife.
There was a time when the warriors and their comrades who came to another world were united in spirit, saying that they would save this world with their own abilities.
All gone.
Pink was converted into a weapon at Red’s request and kept in the basement of City Hall, while Yellow was working down there with the guards. I couldn’t see him for a few days, and his appearance became ridiculously sick. People don’t know, but Yellow had a soft-hearted part of him. He struggles to hide it with his confident, bullying attitude, but he can’t escape Red’s eyes. It was clear that his brief play with Pink had been such a shock to him.
Black had only sent him a letter saying that he was ill and was resting at his house.
White was a few paces away with him, looking around her anxious eyes. She always did that when she went out, and the only thing that was constant was that pathetic woman over there, White.
Why are these people not happy? After he fell to Zion, he lifted him and them up to the pinnacle of this great city. It gave them enough goods and a comfortable life to live on for the rest of their lives. Even the curse of the goddess that came along with her cheat ability was accepted with his own ability instead.
But why, why are you not satisfied?
Why is it that he is not immersed in happiness, pleasure, and hatred like other citizens of this city, and keeps snooping around looking for something else?
Those who did not possess the dignity or overwhelming power of the Empire’s warriors.
‘I’ve done it this far, what are you more worried about? How much longer do you have to sacrifice me to be satisfied?’
Then, Red suddenly found the answer.
‘It’s all because you guys are too weak.’
Yes, yellow, pink, black and white.
Because they are too weak.
The ability to summon miscellaneous firearms, manipulate other people’s bodies, sweat, and perform bizarre magic cannot stand by one’s side.
Why did I just now realize this? They were people whose qualifications and qualifications as warriors were remarkably low, and they were mere ordinary citizens without the same ambition or sacrificial spirit.
That is to say, they are demanding more of themselves without knowing how to be satisfied with what is given to them or how to appreciate it.
Shameless and shameless things.
So Red decided.
After today, I will put them all away and greet another powerful colleague who will move toward a new era.
“…So, we should be rewarded for our hard work and sweat! Our Zion Ranger, on the day when the noble warrior Red’s feat will be accomplished soon, our Dracell family will go to the capital, ‘Olga’, formally! I am announcing here that I will request the king to be incorporated into the capital nobility… !”
Beside him, Marcus was giving a speech to the distinguished guests. He is a great ambitious man. He also knows how to seduce people. The tall female employee Red had noticed was also staring at him as he gave a speech.
That person is still useful. The kind of person who knows how to use any dirty means to achieve a goal. However, the absurd ambition to become a capital aristocrat seemed nothing but delusion to Red. When Marcus was pushed to his limit, Red was determined to end ties with him at any time.
“My throat is burning.”
Maybe I was nervous thinking about the future, my throat was dry. Just as he was about to drink the water given to him by a tall female employee, Red found a familiar figure among the distinguished guests who had flocked to Zion City Hall and left a strong impression on him.
All humans here wore masks, but all were recognizable. There was no way Red would ever forget that look.
A black-haired man of much shorter height. There was also a small nun beside him. Are you a colleague? It didn’t matter. If you want to take a break, let’s take it hostage. It’s small, but it looks like there are many places to touch, and it’s the perfect size for a dessert after serving the tall female employee who just handed you water.
More important than that was the man over there. Although he was dressed plainly, his clothes couldn’t hide the amount of magical power that was lurking inside him. How can I forget the magic power of that time, the magic power that burned the Zion slave market in an instant when he collided with himself!
I met his eyes.
Red, as if to follow him, took her nun and hurried after him as he blended in with the crowd and disappeared into another room.
“How dare you stick your face in here, Joshua!”
