Chapter 41 – What Is That, 10duck Bird!! (3)
On the way back from Armageddon’s chariot to the group’s chariot, Hockna walked slowly through the thick woods, deep in thought, instead of running through the trees as before.
She was revisiting the story she had just shared with her counterpart, Beast Trainer Ray, who was annoyed with her to the point of wanting to tear her party to pieces as she would send out her troublesome beasts at every opportunity to exhaust her party.
‘Whispers of Corruption’.
It was because of that that Hokna’s forgotten desire of her own, “I want to be loved by a man as a woman”, A secret desire that was completely incompatible with her current self, became so strong that it burst out.
It was powerful enough to forcefully awaken her most secret heart, but it was also very fatal that it could not be blocked or reversed with magic. And Hawk I was uneasy that she had been subjected to such a dangerous ability.
Somehow, these days, her body keeps getting hotter, and her head is filled with all kinds of dirty thoughts (the side dish was Ragnar Armageddon), and when her colleagues can’t reach her, she often touches her secret part and comforts herself (this time, too, Ragnar Armageddon was the opponent).
Even that wasn’t enough, I dreamed of him coming out every night, and every time I did that, without hesitation, I threw off all the clothes on her body and begged her for physical intercourse…
The moment his long-awaited object was about to enter him, the dream always woke up just before that.
Hockna’s mood was low-pressure day by day, as she continued to have her needs build and not be relieved. Contrary to her mood, of course, her body gradually became lewd.
Eventually, she couldn’t stand it and she went back to Ragnar Armageddon, but there was only an annoying Beast Tamer woman.
He is in the capital
And the woman, on his orders, was slowing herself and her companions on their way to the capital.
Hawk I stopped his steps. He finds himself alone, away from his co-workers, at late hours when no one is around. And… Unsatisfied needs.
Hockna looked up at the tree right next to her. The tree was taller and taller than the other trees nearby, and its branches were much thicker and longer than the others. If it’s that thick, it’s not as thick as his, but to some extent…
This crazy What the hell am I thinking? Hawk I was afraid that he might have finally gone mad. An elf who is a descendant of fairies and loves the forest sees a tree that he needs to take care of as a tool to quench his sexual desire, even for a moment. If the other elves knew about it, it would have been enough to look at them with contempt.
And Hockna realized that her situation was serious. Her belated joy as a woman was a stimulus so strong that it threatened her identity as the boneheaded mercenary and accomplished ranger elf she had built up.
Reason is desperately resisting, but instinct has already spread its legs. And Hawk I was able to find herself in her naked body in the middle of her forest.
Did I… Take my clothes off? No matter how dark it is, in the middle of a forest like this, and with your own hands? Whenever…?
My head was confused and I couldn’t think properly because of the heat that warmed my whole body from the bottom of my stomach and went up to the top.
Throwing off all the clothes that covered her skin and standing there as she was born, she felt a strange sense of liberation, and when the wind blowing through the trees tickled her bare skin, she felt a pleasure that even she could not explain.
A perverted elf who gets naked and wets her lower body in an empty forest. That was what he looked like now.
If this is discovered by his colleagues, it will literally end his life. All of the trust and bonds he had built while fighting alongside his comrades could have been shattered by this ridiculous act.
If the colleague he thought was reliable was actually a pervert who took pleasure in exposing his own flesh, even Hawk and himself would have been disappointed and despised.
The contempt for beings they didn’t want to deal with, the disgust that seemed to look down on something less than a bug, and the sticky lustful gaze that coveted a desirable body.
Even as her heart sank at the thought that it might be directed at her, she couldn’t stop the clear liquid of love from flowing between her crotches.
Hockna realized. That day, from the moment she entrusted herself to him, she already knew that she herself had begun to break…
“…Haaa…”
And even under this circumstance, she thought of his voluptuous body that made her a woman, and seeing her lower body getting wet again, Hawk I felt like I was going to go crazy.
In a situation where the body and mind are playing separately, I thought that nothing good would happen if I went right back to the place where my colleagues were, and in the end, Hawkna concluded that it was better to calm down and go back even once, even if the effect was not so great.
Hock I thought she had come to this conclusion in a state of rationality, but of course it couldn’t be normal for her young woman to console herself in her naked body in the middle of her deserted forest. That meant her Ragnar Armageddon’s ‘whispers of corruption’ were driving her mad.
It breaks reason, blurs boundaries, gnaws at the mind, and amplifies desire.
“Haaaaa…”
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
Unable to help my body already dyed in his color, Hawk I leaned against a nearby tree, covered his upper mouth with his left hand, and started poking at his lower mouth with his right hand.
Only the suppressed sweet voice of a woman who could not control her heated body and the lascivious sound of her splashing water broke the silence of the dark forest and echoed intermittently.
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〈 Hockna…〉
One of the spectators of Luminous’ play, who especially loved Hawke, was shocked to see her standing naked in the woods alone.
After losing her comrades, she worked hard to become stronger so as not to repeat the same pain again. He was more affectionate towards her than her colleague.
When she was half forcibly raped by the enemy Rag or Armageddon, she wanted to argue with Luminous, asking what kind of genre change this was, but she had to endure it because ‘him’ intervened.
〈 Ah, ah, Hawk…! Damn, how did this happen!〉
And while the audience is deeply hurt by the appearance of the favorite character who is gradually being ruined by the villain…
〈 No…! No! This, this is not my Hochna…!〉
Denying the reality and frustrated at her appearance, where she can no longer find the lofty and noble appearance of the past…
Squeak, squeak…!
〈 Hawk, Hawk…! Ugh…!〉
The audience could not deny the fact that they felt a strange excitement at seeing Hochna so broken.
She watched quietly, feeling sorry for the destruction of the existence she cherished secretly, but far from falling in love with her changing appearance, she couldn’t let go of her even more…
〈 Damn, damn…! Because of that child, that child…! Hocknaga, my lovely Hocknaga…!〉
The audience, for the first time in her life, felt pain and regret that she was not a being inside the play but a bystander outside the world.
Bureut… Jjiik!
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A dark alley with few people. Backing away from him who was gradually approaching, Veera finally turned her back against the wall and looked up at the man in front of her with a red face.
A pair of eyes with dark circles, a skinny body without a single muscle unique to wizards, rough and shaggy black hair that is not well organized, and not youthful words and actions. Anything was far from her ideal type. However…
Throbbing. Throbbing.
Despite being pushed against a wall by a man she didn’t like, Veera’s heart was honest. Her heartbeat, which was unusually fast and loud compared to her usual, meant that she was agitated by the situation.
He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
He pretended to be nice and innocent, but inside he was a dark person. Now that he was caught, he no longer pretended to be a good human being and revealed his true nature.
The moment her gaze, boiling with lust, touched her body, her unknown feelings swept over her. She had only been offended when other men gave her such a sinister stare, but he was different. Even though he was lusting after his body, somehow he didn’t hate it.
‘I just need you to release my desire.’
What he meant was simple. He is asking Veera for her physical intercourse.
When her thoughts reached that far, Vira’s face turned red beyond comparison.
Yo, I’ll release your needs? So, you’re going to ask me to do that, and that…?
“…What if I don’t like it?”
“I’m not going to do anything.”
“…Yeah?”
At the moment of rain, I couldn’t understand what he said. He had so confidently said obscene words that it was as if he wanted to do it once because he was lusting after her body. What the hell is your intention?
“You don’t have to do it if you don’t like it. Anyone who seeks my life will do as I please, whether it be brutally killing them or violating them to death, but other than that, I have no intention of touching them without mutual consent.”
“That doesn’t make you a good person.”
“I know. It’s not that I want to look like a particularly good person, it’s just my personal and petty stubbornness. And now I’m going to tell you, I’m a bad guy.”
The sight of him calmly adding incomprehensible sophistry made Vira feel turbid and relaxed. You say the bad guy is right? Real evil people never admit they are evil. In that respect, even if he wasn’t a good person, I could see that he wasn’t a very bad person either.
“…How should I, uh, accept it?”
“Huh? What?”
“That… Your desire.”
Then he looked at Bira with very bewildered eyes and asked.
“…It’s a little too much to say with my mouth that I asked for, but are you really going to do it?”
“…Don’t get me wrong. Miss Blackie is working too hard to accommodate your desires, so I’m just trying to relieve her a little bit. Since she said I was the cause of the accumulation of desires in the first place, uh, what I should do is right. Because it will…”
It was a lot of gibberish, but there was only one conclusion. Veera agreed to Ragnar Armageddon’s request.
“Well, let’s say that. So, shall we ask you right now?”
“Yes, yes? Right now? Ha, but I don’t know what to do yet…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
“No, wait…”
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Ragnar Armageddon muffled her words with her own mouth. Vira closed her eyes tight and shuddered at the soft, unfamiliar sensation that lay on her lips.
If there is one thing that is fortunate for Veera, though Ragnar Armageddon is a man without restraint, he is not a selfish man who forgets even her consideration for her opponent and only cares about her own pleasure.
Soft kiss.
Baron Armageddon gave Blacky a light kiss, like the first kiss between a young man and a young man and woman who were shy enough to hold hands, unlike the intense deep kiss where they often mixed their tongues with Blacky. Snugly hugged
At that kind consideration, Vira also relaxed her and enjoyed the sensation of her first kiss. She was afraid inside that she might suddenly change and rape her, but her light hugs and gentle kisses eased her worries.
With Baron Armageddon speaking first, the time that seemed to last her whole life was over. Realizing the fact, Vira unknowingly let out a sigh filled with her regret.
Her first experience wasn’t… Not bad. She was much better than she had imagined, so she put her arms around her and hugged him as he was about to fall.
Mungle.
Veera’s most powerful weapon, her huge breasts, pressed against his chest. Ragnar Armageddon nearly turned her eyes away at that soft and fluffy sensation, but she soon regained her senses by biting her own tongue.
For Veera, who has no experience with men, it is absurd to ask her for physical relations from the beginning.
Ragnar didn’t want to turn her first experience of a woman into her worst nightmare, just for her own pleasure, so she tripped her up right away and seduced her with a taste that was undesirable for her age. She gritted her teeth and endured the cry of her instinct to taste the flesh.
In an awkward posture, with only the lower part of her back sticking out a little behind her, Ragnar held on to her devastating embrace of Vira.
It’s still too early to massage these huge marshmallow-like breasts that touch her breasts, or to tear the hymen that’s holding out beyond the clean, cramped holes that no man will ever have experience with.
It is very easy to get her into her hands by using her Whisper of Corruption. But he didn’t.
Rain is a flower It is a beautiful single sunflower made of glass that is easy to break even with the slightest impact. And if you write her whispers of corruption, put the flower in your hand, but it can only be shattered or blackened.
Of course sometimes there are things that are good to break and dirty like that, but Vira is an exception. She was a beautiful woman because she was clean. She can’t overcome her desire, and if she hastily resorts to rough means, she can’t get what she really wants.
And also, this is its own challenge. The first challenge is to obtain the body and mind of a woman without using the Whispers of Corruption.
Ragnar felt the warmth and beating of her heart through her whole body, catching her breath slowly, strangling the instinct beside her calling out to shut up and attack her immediately.
