Chapter 67 – 67. Mayor Yeo’s Secret Hobby
With an exaggerated knee bend, Hans let us inside. As I felt in Zionside, this human is not dangerous. It is certain that he is a snob who puts his own interests first, but he does not oppress others for this. Whether it’s a profit or a loss, what you gain is definitely the type to pay back. Besides, being acquainted with Brahms, it must have been a startling coincidence or some kind of attraction.
In the cellar that Hans followed down, there was an empty chair that someone had been tied to. Blood was splattered everywhere. I went through this and went deeper. What I thought was just a large warehouse led to a tunnel with several roads drilled underground. It was more like a tunnel than a tunnel. It has been thoroughly reinforced and finished to prevent it from collapsing. Stopping at the edge of one of them, Hans knocked in a steady rhythm on the wooden door drilled above.
Squeak, the door opened from above, and the sound of raucous music leaked out from above.
And smell. The smell of greasy pork mingled with the thick scent of perfume. What’s messing with my head right now is the weak concentration of aphrodisiac mixed with it, and this stinging smell that seems to explode in my head is, yes, alcohol.
Asher frowned slightly at the not-so-good air, and Cornelia, who has sensitive senses like me, looked tired already. On the other hand, Brahms and Hamm were full of expectations and said, “It has come.” They were holding a bag full of drugs pulled from the corpse. Hans, who went upstairs first, stretched out his hand and said.
“I will meet you, distinguished guests. In a paradise that retains the last appearance of old Zion, in Sodom, a social club where sinners who go against the warriors gather!”
This is a club A pole and a stage were set up in the middle of the large hall, and loud music and colorful lights adorned it. At the tables surrounding it, people with their faces covered were enjoying drinks and meat.
“It is a vulgar place. But doesn’t it look interesting, Joshua-sama?”
“Master, since I’m breathing in the air here, it’s been weird between my legs…”
It is a very unfamiliar environment for tentacles. Eshir, who had already adapted, looked at the stage with an expression of interest.
Cornelia… Responded sensitively to the aphrodisiac. As she clung to me, slime poured from between my legs, soaking my thighs.
Suddenly the lights and music went out.
It was a man wearing a goat mask who came on stage. Even though he wore a mask, everyone could tell he was Hans.
“Thank you to all of you who gathered here for a free Zion, and I introduce you to tonight’s main character-!
The city’s hidden talent created this place to escape from the annoyance of warriors like Chu and relieve stress!
The true owner of Zion who always protects us! Introducing ‘Pro Tut’!!”
The cheers of the onlookers, the sound of beer mugs being slapped, and someone taking off their pants and immediately started rubbing things that were trending.
When the lights came back on, there stood a woman in a cloak.
She was a beautiful woman with well-groomed ultramarine blue hair that left her forehead exposed, taller than Cornelia, but slender, and tall enough to look like a three-digit figure at first glance.
When the cloak was pulled back, the strong thighs and calf lines were revealed. He was not wearing anything underneath.
That figure was the perfect prostitute itself.
Seeing her openly revealing her inner perverted desires, both Asher and I were shocked. They shared a strange excitement and shared their impressions.
“I don’t know who she is, but she’s a complete prostitute herself.”
“Looking at your body, I think you might like going for a naked walk… With those thighs… Joshua-sama, don’t you want to touch it?”
“Vona Mana must be a whore working for Hans. Cornelia, what do you think?”
Cornelia didn’t answer me. She looked so shocked. She murmured, dripping her mucus between her legs instead of her saliva because of her aphrodisiac sound.
“Fros sister… ?”
Pros. T. Tute, longed-for relative sister.
Everyone has an enviable wannabe. She was like Walt Disney to Osamu Tezuka, and Adolf Hitler to Eric Cartman.
For Cornelia Dracell, who was born and raised in Zion’s prestigious Drasell family, Prosthesia Tute was just such a being.
In fact, it is a distant relative relationship that is no different from a man. Tut is the most prestigious family that has been leading Zion for generations and was once a noble, and Drassel is also a prestigious family, but he is a collateral family that broke away from the Tut family, and even she herself is a woman who was not treated well there.
The first meeting was when Pros, who was establishing himself as the next powerful person in Zion, visited the Dracell mansion. I watched her from a distance, wearing her blue-lined cloak, the symbol of her tute family. When the slender, confident gait approached her and said, “Become a strong woman,” Cornelia, now in her late teens, who was just changing from a girl to a woman, suddenly made a resolution. She said that she would become such a wonderful woman.
The reason she came to receive her knightly training was to become a strong woman, as Pross advised.
And back in Zion, Cornelia was reunited with her childhood idol.
She herself as a chimera synthesized with her lizard, and Pros as a prostitute who is unleashing her stress into her double life.
“Oh, it feels good to rub your pussy! Doing tswich tswip against a pole, uhhhhh-!!”
She spread her legs and rubbed her cunt against the pole set in the center of the stage, her back squirming. She inserted a rod between the swaying breasts, kneaded the erect nipples, treated them as if caressing them, and then licked them from bottom to top for a long time. It was a vulgarly large nipple and areola. The tee that someone developed after a long period of time was in full swing.
There are primary-colored lights, primary-colored music, and primary-color shows.
“Sister Eshir, the person you need to meet is the woman over there who shakes her waist vigorously.”
Hans, who returned after introducing the prostitute on stage, took off her mask and said,
“Who is that? ?”
“This is the mayor of Zion. Pros. T. Tute. Please don’t call her by her middle name when you’re in front of her. It’s a complex.”
“Well, looking at the plaque over there, it seems to be worthy of its name perfectly.”
Are all the markets in this country that way?
Daniel, the former mayor of Zionside, who is now dead, was a corporal who believed that he was in a real relationship with a woman with a 20-year age difference and married a thief. You’re a bitch
The latter is definitely better though. The reason doesn’t matter. She has big breasts and is a beauty with a well-maintained body.
I don’t care what kind of desperate story that woman has.
“The mayor… Let’s call it a little hobby. You’re under a lot of stress because of the warriors. After all, he is going to be the biggest supporter of you and me in this city.”
“When are you going to put us together because we were so intimate? I still remember how you tried to get a ridiculous price for cotton candy in Zionside.”
“He ate it all first, and then…”
Hans said, keeping his eyes on the stage. So did I.
That masturbation show had a great aura that really drew attention.
Pross was now munching on his nipples with her own breasts in her mouth. Here in her club, her soft, awe-inspiring sounds were coming from her. It was evident that it had been sprayed all over her body, as her skin was shiny. I’ve heard from Brahms that high-class prostitutes use that kind of trick. He took ham and fingernails of drugs and passed them around the tables around the stage.
Pros saw this and lay down at the end of the stage. Lying down facing the ceiling, her spread legs embraced the bar, and only her head protruded toward the audience.
One of her spectators sprinkled her powder on the back of her hand and held it out to her. Sew, after inhaling this, Pross’ eyes were relaxed for a moment. Deep in her nostrils, as her medicine began to dissolve, it felt like her star dust was splashing from her nasal passages to her brain and all over her body. Looking at her trembling fingertips, she thought.
‘It’s coming, it’s coming, what you must never do in Zion… That feels good… !’
She looked at the audience below the stage. Already intoxicated with aphrodisiacs, drugs, and, above all, a forbidden atmosphere, they were mixing and becoming one. And their gaze is only on Zion’s female mayor, Pros. T. Tute was watching her in her.
And that gaze was like a cock to her. It wasn’t like her bully Yellow, who was aiming at her self, but the fullness of her when she became the center of her people was her thick, hard, powerful cock that filled her.
“Haa, everyone is looking at me, my appearance, me falling as I fall!! Ahhh!!”
Pross, her body hot, put her hand inside her thigh and pressed her body against her pole. Barely hiding her cunt crack behind her pillars, she moved up and down her, caressing her ass, groin, and slim waist. Her blushing expression was one of genuine satisfaction, and now she really was.
For the past year, when Zion Ranger Yellow teased her body and made her heat up, she would always relieve all the stress at the secret underground club.
‘Look at me.’
Pros thought. She remembered the meeting at Zion City Hall. No one looks after her there. A person in power who has lost all her justification and practicality, and all that remains is her position, worse than a prostitute. Pink and Black incite the citizens, and Yellow oppresses them. And Red, the hero who doesn’t know what kind of ability he has reigns over everything.
But here it is different. It is the stage she created, and the people she gathered. Even in this way, the guilt and tension of fighting against the hero raised all the nerves of Pross. Only here, she is the main character.
‘I’m in control here. As much as here!’
Thinking so, Pross’s inner thighs heated up. Her saliva dripped down the crevices of her cunt, leaving clear marks on the wand she rubbed against. She rubbed her labia until it was hot. She didn’t know if it was the friction or the lust burning inside her, but she was just drunk on herself and put on a public masturbation show until her cunt vomited out all the lumps inside her.
