Chapter 72 – 72. A Look That Looks Good
It was just pride.
I have thought that the most important thing to keep pride is pride.
So while watching the warriors take their seats on Zion’s city council through agitation and fabrication and rule her city to their liking, Pross didn’t react the same way.
At least he didn’t want to be like them. It was because I wanted to bring people’s will together and regain their love in a legitimate way.
But she knew that it was an absurd ideal. I’ve been ignoring you knowingly
I realized this only after confirming that the supporters watching her mating with the tentacles here didn’t really trust her.
Tentacles, yes. An evil and disgusting monster that brazenly sneaked into this city pretending to be the hero Joshua.
He told her the truth. In order to get what you want, you have to be able to spread your legs even to monsters. That is truly the resolution she must have as the leader of this city.
Means may be dirty. All that remains is the result.
And
Dirty means really felt good.
“Cellar… Yep, jurruru- fly.”
It’s just an act of kissing. It’s not that I’m excited like a girl now.
But it’s different.
It is because of the mouth-to-mouth tentacle kiss from above, and the tentacle-pussy kiss from below, with the genitals and genitals wide open the cervix, which they have been enduring so far.
“Ah… Hey, I’m caressing my cervix… I’m sucking on your nipples too. So kind… Can you be a man… !”
‘Crying, crying, screaming!’
Juice poured out of her pussy every time her stomach moved.
All the stress, pressure, and coercion of the mayor that had been holding her down was washed away with the overflowing cunt juice.
“Bravo!!”
“As expected, the mayor, how can you offer such a dramatic compromise!”
“This is exactly what we wanted! I am determined to give up not only my body but also the city itself for the sake of the city!!”
“The mayor is the city itself!”
Supporters who were watching the tentacle mating gave a standing ovation. With tears in his eyes, he praised the difficult decision Pros made. As they threw off their masks one by one, their faces were revealed.
A ship owner of a large ship, an apothecary, a butcher, a cold storage manager near a port, and an assistant professor at the Zion Magic Society.
Everyone is looking at themselves. It was a look of respect. As they were in a state of hypnosis where they spit out all their literal thoughts, there would be no lies in their words now.
However, Pros somehow thought that this kind of praise was no longer good. From now on, you will not be bound by the desire for recognition. Only what you want, just run towards it.
Right before the string of reason broke, she thought.
‘But I… Have you ever tasted this feeling of liberation before? ?’
No, I don’t know
Rather than that, push the tentacle cock in front of your eyes to your mouth and suck it up, or stick your big breasts closer to the sucker tentacles that stick to your nipples and absorb sensitive parts, and give you a firm, swollen G-spot and deep-porceio massage It was more important to focus the senses on the tentacles.
He had to listen to the tentacle’s gaping mouth from inside her cunt.
“Five… Oh oh oh!!! Hooooo!!!!! I, go away, cock, cock, cock! Tentacles!! Joshua-sama’s tentacle cock squeezes into the womb!!!”
How his face was contorted with the pleasure of rooting out, what sweet ecstasy he uttered from his mouth, how violently he rocked his hips as he shoved his own tentacles into his cunt and ass, Pross didn’t know at all.
It just felt good. That’s it. His eyes went round and round. Pross turned his head to check his side.
On the stage, on either side of her, she saw the beautiful nun, whose name was Eshir, with tentacles, and Cornelia, who rubbed themselves happily as they each allowed themselves to touch her tentacles. They too twisted and groaned like Pros.
The faces of the girls who abandoned humans and chose to become lustful meat bowls exclusively for their tentacles were truly beautiful.
Above all, the pulsation of the tentacles that covered their entire bodies and moved their breasts, mouths, waists, and buttocks without pause caught my eye.
The tentacles matched each female’s body type and taste, and provided the mating that they most wanted.
It was truly a custom-made cock for individuals.
‘Zwib, zwib, zwib, zwib, kwuuwook-‘
“Ah, okay, Mr. Joshua♥ Be that deep, hotter, become one with me, ah, ah, feel it in the vulva… Get your child pregnant!! ♥”
First of all, the tentacle that violated Sister Eshir was so wonderful that I wondered, “How can such a quantity fit into such a small body?” Even so, the white-haired nun had a genuinely happy expression on her face, and she accepted it leisurely.
She climbed the nun’s wing bones and let out a more satisfied moan as her tentacles lightly strangled her. She couldn’t even fathom the end of her lust.
Child-making sex where motherhood and lust coexist. Even her tentacles seemed most comfortable when she was with her.
‘Kkudeuk, kkudeudeuk- Puck! Puck! Sloppy!!’
“Oh, more! Please destroy more, this non-human body, master’s tentacles! Hit it with the tentacle cock and break it!! The womb is broken, if you pour acid on the horn, don’t treat it, uhhhhh?!!!! ♥”
On the other hand, the tentacles that violated Cornelia were not sex, but battles. In the old days, a child who was kind and weak like an idiot. She screamed, squeezing her tentacle cock with all her muscles.
Hard, thick tentacles like siege weapons grabbed her horns and thumped from bottom to bottom, making violent piston sex. Each time Cornelia waggled her tail. You could tell at what timing she was feeling it by the slight curl of the tip of her tail.
‘How can he be with such a happy expression?’
I admired them for being free from all her anguish and pressure. Only the tentacles, the tentacles’ cocks, and the tentacles’ mouths.
And she, Pross, was also in the same position as them.
It was the moment when a tentacle approached and stood in front of her eyes.
It was nothing but a small tentacle.
But just seeing it was enough.
Pross first stuck her head out so the tentacles could take her face.
‘Kyung.’
‘Puffy.’
The mayor of Zion, who put down her pride, gave herself up too easily just by seeing one of her tentacles.
“Ahi profit?! Look, look, look!!!!”
(I give it my all. My body and mind.)
“Tickle your nipples with a sucker… ! Joshua Anhim, something like this, I can’t be satisfied with being a human anymore!!!!”
(I’ll dedicate this entire city to Joshua’s tentacle cock, if you’d like.)
And it was the moment when Pross reached the final peak of the tentacle orgasm, which piled up several layers while spraying climax juice.
With a bang, the back door of the secret club Sodom was smashed and armed city guards rushed in.
“Everyone stay where you are!! As of now, we are arresting everyone present here as red-handed criminals for unauthorized illegal gatherings, distribution of drugs, and conspiracy to revolt!!”
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The city guards who protect the security of Zion are practically a private unit under the direct command of the hero, Zion Ranger Yellow. As it was, it would never have moved unless ordered by him.
However, it was different when the hero Joshua was involved. Zion’s Nightmare, the Hero of the Bombardment.
It had been less than a few years since the explosion occurred in the slave market. Most of the members of the City Guard lost a colleague, sibling, or parent in the incident. The name Joshua has been passed down like a ghost story among the citizens, but not many people have even seen his face.
Their strength cannot punish the warrior. It was the same hero, the Zion Rangers, who expelled the hero Joshua from Zion. From then on, they gradually began to appear in front of people and take charge of the city’s policies. People were all satisfied with it. After everyone came forward to beat and kill the criminals who went against the hero, and picked out those who could be trampled on and punished them, it felt like the stress was relieved for a while.
And that Joshua came back here. When Zion Ranger White called that name at the city gate, everyone remembered the nightmare they wanted to forget.
So, even though no order had been given, the guards at the city gates pursued them.
“Uh… Are you going to follow the warrior? Ugh… What, shouldn’t it cause problems? You have to wait until I join… ?”
The fact that the hero he was with was White, an idiot-like milk boy, also played a role. A female pig who smells filthy in her sweaty protective clothing and is ostracized not only by other warriors but also by the citizens as she sways in that big milk container.
If the person in charge is easy, it is only easier for the people below to move. You shouldn’t tell anyone first unless you’re acting formally. During the day, all 8 guards on duty at the main gate followed the warriors.
The place I arrived at was the warehouse of a reseller who runs a large trading house. Just in time, there was even a tip that someone was holding an illegal assembly here. The aphrodisiac and the smell of decay wafting from the cracks in the door. It is a matter of hanging everyone inside, raping them until they die, and throwing stones at them.
“Wait, Mr. White hasn’t come yet!”
One of the guards accompanying him tried to stop him, but to no avail. They are the city guards directly under the warriors, and are the public power of Zion here. Who will stop them
“That milk boy, where the hell are you stuck again! How long do you have to wait! There is no time for that. Get right in!!”
‘Bang!!’
What the city guards saw when they broke down the door was beyond their expectations.
The stage, the drugs, the tentacles.
Demons have invaded this city. Several women have already been obsessed with it and are mad with pleasure, giving up on humanity. Some of the city’s influential figures are watching this with a pleased expression from the audience.
And among them, it is none other than the city’s female mayor, Prostuto, who sticks tentacles between her legs and shakes her waist more enthusiastically than anyone else.
He puts his tentacles between those big tits and rubs them up and down. His strong thighs and waist swayed on the tentacles as if riding a horse. As if it were a divine blessing, the slime from the tentacles slapped all over her body, licked what was left of her tip, and even scraped it into her cunt.
That face was, indeed, a sinful, pleasant expression.
This is an illegal gathering of lustful people who have sex with monsters. Anyone who sees it will think so, and there are physical evidence that cannot be left out.
Mayor Pross shouted while rubbing his thick tentacles between those big breasts.
“Ah, I will dedicate this whole city to the Tentacles ah!!! ♥”
