Chapter 0 – 0 – The Porter, Fucked
Mourning for the cock.
One of you and I will die today.
I’m already worried about the hand massaging my butt. I try to remove it as gently as possible, but it is a futile resistance. There is no way that [Porter]’S aptitude can beat [Martial Artist] In a physical fight.
This shameless molester immediately shakes me off with force and touches my other buttock.
“I miss you both in front and behind. Do you know?”
“Please don’t do this in front of others.”
In the end, I tried to plead, but the criminal didn’t even seem to listen.
“If you kneel down and say ‘Master,’ think about it.”
The woman I feared the most in the world grinned, baring her fangs like a thug.
I am Tan Bhan Thai, a professional porter. What on earth did you transfer to this party to lift?
I was thinking about combat equipment, travel supplies, and loot, but the other party members seemed to believe that they should also be included in the list.
I lowered my face, flushed with shame, and looked away from my surroundings. Because all the party members waiting around my tent were looking this way.
Someone’s expression is disgusting. Some people giggle. Is it fortunate or unfortunate that they are all women, without exception?
If you weigh it on a scale, it will probably lean toward misfortune. Some of them are smiling with the same expression as the woman who grabbed my ass.
In their eyes, anticipation sparkles like a predator. Do I dare to satisfy you?
I don’t like novels that start with the statement that things are screwed. I’m not a masochist, and the reality of being fucked is enough.
But I couldn’t help but think of a terrible suspicion. Could it be that the porter, Tan Bantai, has been possessed within such a novel?
Because I was really fucked up enough to forget the trivial fucked up reality until last year.
“What if my head is already down?”
A wild beast whispers sweetly in my ear.
“Today weAll ten people“You said you would deal with me?”
Mourning for the cock.
Why did I come to this point…
