Chapter 42 – 42 – Cabinet, Discovered
“Ugh, ugh. Ughugub…”
Porter water. Among obscene novels, this is a genre whose vulgarity is at its peak.
The porter, a non-combatant with no special abilities, is ignored by the stronger, smarter, and more powerful party members.
And as revenge, he thoroughly humiliates his colleagues in bed.
A simple yet somewhat absurd retribution scenario. That is the basics of developing porters. There is no exception to any work.
Are they aiming for vicarious satisfaction? Or is there some professional prejudice against porters?
He honestly doesn’t like it. It’s not that it doesn’t make sense for a porter who raped warriors who were basically nobles to be hung even after the heroic deed.
The process is the problem. It’s not my taste. Because the focus of the incident is only on ‘harassment’. My tastes are firmly on the soft side.
The build-up is a little sweeter, and the story unfolds gently once you go to bed.
…I thought that was my preference. However.
“Uuuuu…!”
Why is my heart so shaken?
Eshen’s body is shaking uncontrollably. Following the direction in which I ruffle my feathers.
A fearsome race, with creatures stronger than that on one hand, is slowly being eaten away by a single quill worth only 2 gold.
Panting, sweating, shedding tears, and sobbing as if begging.
It’s as if I have become a painter of pleasure. I am drawing Eshen’s pleasures with the soft tip of a brush.
It’s already the tenth time that it goes down along the line of the navel and brushes the mound of the underwear again. Eshen, who was shaking his head and crying, ended up pulling with all his strength on the restraints on his arms. The steel bracelet, stretched so tightly that it bruises, does not move at all.
“Dzund, turn off the zgb…! Whoo, whoo! Whoo! Whoo!”
A mouth gagged with a white cloth spits out a pitiful protest, drooling.
I know in my head that this is a harsh thing. If he gets released, he might get his cheek bitten.
But···.
“Have you ever thought about having a hobby of bullying?”
Monica lifted up her nun’s skirt and wiped my sweaty forehead from being so absorbed.
Because of this, the ample thighs that are exposed are dizzying. My chest is being pressed against my elbows.
“For something like that, you’re good at it, Tan. You’re really passionate about it.”
“I just hope I survive after this is over. I think Eshen will probably beat me to death.”
“If you make Eshen really happy, he might be a little less angry.”
“Is that really true?”
“After the most grand sex we’ve ever had, I’ve been infatuated with Tan ever since the port. Maybe you’ll forgive me?”
Monica giggled, ravaging the inside of my ear with her long, outstretched tongue.
Her sister’s tongue was soft and sticky everywhere, even her tongue. Like precious cheese. Like the finest lard.
On the other hand, Eshen’s body is flexible and hard. Thanks to his unabashed personality, he was very active, leaving no room for excess fat anywhere on his body.
On one side he’s surrounded by Monica’s cheesy softness, and on the other he’s torturing her feathers as he carves out her sculptural Eschen.
I wonder what kind of person I was in my past life. Considering that even though he enjoys this luxury, the gods do not smash his head with lightning, he must have been a hero who saved the world…
“I can’t take this anymore.”
The sister looked at Eshen and flicked her tongue as if she had a taste.
Eshen, who was blushing, began to gradually twitch a little while ago. Eyelids wide open in surprise.
Was it amazing? Even with such soft stimulation, you can come close to climax.
However, a definitive trigger is lacking. Eshen was suffering from the pleasure that could not easily surpass the ridge at the end.
“I’m sorry, Eshen.”
And, in the end, it never reached its peak. Because the sister took the quill from my hand and knocked me down.
The pen caught in my panicked fingers poked at the wooden floor and drew meaningless lines. Sister twisted my wrist and pressed it firmly to the floor.
Eshen, with an urgent expression, cast a longing gaze at the sister’s back. But Eshen is not the only one who is desperate.
Sister’s breathing is heavy. Her mouth is wide open as the breath of desire that she cannot contain flows out, and the top part of her simple black nun’s robe is a mess and wet.
“Practice ends here. I have learned enough.”
“Yeah, really?”
“If you made it hot like that, Eshen’s insides would have become soft as cotton by now due to excitement. Until now, her pussy instinctively resisted the feeling of a foreign body, but now it’s so desperate that she can’t even resist anymore.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Now it will be easier than ever to find erogenous zones. Your body, which can no longer bear it, will instinctively cooperate.”
“Muguup-!”
Eshen shouts. With her cheeks flushed and her eyes squeezed shut.
What does that mean? A protest asking if they knowingly left it alone? Or is it just a plea to stop and let go since I will admit it all?
Either way, it’s pathetic to see her twisting her legs while left unattended.
“Then-“
“No.”
As she tried to raise her head, her sister placed her finger on her lips and laid it back down.
The sister’s other hand caressed the collar of my pants and went straight to the tight area.
And I caressed her glans through the cloth. Her back almost bounced from how dizzy she was.
“I said class was over.”
Moderate and delicate stimulation. It wasn’t even like I was taking off her pants and touching her dick, but suddenly an inexplicable feeling of ejaculation filled me.
In an unbelievable situation, he urgently grabs the sister’s hand, but the caress does not stop.
“Sister…?”
“I asked you to call me Monica.”
An eerie feeling at the edge of a smile. She is not the usual sister.
If you give her a rye cake as a gift, she is not the kind of sister who smiles plainly and asks if she remembered her request.
This is not a good sister who puts medicine on her chapped knees and feels sorry for her as if she were her own body.
Sometimes, when she rents Eshen’s cabin and invites me to meet her, she can’t make eye contact with me because she doesn’t know what to do with her blushing face. It’s not that sister.
He is the embodiment of lust that tried to eat me alive during the storm of Visserk.
The huge gap and the technique were so dizzying that it was hard to believe she was a virgin until recently.
In the end, it exploded while still in my mouth. I trembled with pleasure and shame while holding my sister’s collar tightly.
“Ugh…!”
“Good job, good job. Good, good.”
The tone is as if he were soothing a child who peed his pants.
A choice of words that keeps reminding her of the relationship she once had as mother and child.
The sister twitched the corners of her mouth with a face filled with immorality.
“It’s okay. It could be so. Our good Tan.”
“Moni…Ka…! Stop…!”
“Don’t panic. White urine is not urine.”
While casually saying things that would drive people crazy, the sister gently took off my pants.
And then he took a mouthful of the mess-covered penis. Thinking that I might ejaculate again, I put in a lot of force, and the sister smiled, probably because she felt me trembling.
The sister, who slowly pushed her tongue up and sucked it with a gurgling sound, smiled with satisfaction as she tasted her again.
“Now I’ll tell you what that is.”
Sitting astride my frozen body, Sister slowly rolled up her skirt.
There is something consistent about the always frugal sisters’ fashion. She always insists on wearing long skirts that reach below her ankles.
Therefore, the skin inside the skirt that is not exposed to a single ray of sunlight is infinitely pure white, like freshly fallen snow.
Each time the skirt is folded, the intimate and pure skin is revealed. Incongruously, the surface was soaked and shiny with adult fluid.
The liquid flowing down her thighs dripped and landed on my body.
Sister guides my shaking hand and places it along the side line of her underwear. Her voluptuous body, freed from the pressure of her straps, gently presses her thumb.
The nondescript underwear tickles my walls very dizzyingly just because it is a garter belt.
“Would you like me to drop you off?”
Willingly.
Eshen is looking at us with crazy eyes. However, we cannot see what is happening under the sister’s skirt.
Underwear wriggled and pulled down under the garter. Dense, flowing honey.
And, surrounded by the warm air inside the skirts, the sweat on each other’s thighs touches the union.
It all happens in a place that only I can see. Inside the black cloth of a nun’s uniform that only I can peek into.
The sister seemed to find it amusing that I couldn’t take my eyes off the scenery inside, so she giggled and slowly lowered her waist.
But the smile gradually disappears. The feeling of skin being slowly pierced. The top of the sister’s head flutters, and her neatly organized hair becomes disheveled.
Finally, when the sister’s unique rich senses were swallowed up to the root…
“Kahaak…!”
“That’s right. That’s right.”
The humiliating feeling of ejaculation exploded again. From the deepest part of you, sister.
The sister held her waist close and enjoyed the sensation. He patted my back, which was shaking in frustration, again as if I were a child.
I lifted my face from between the sister’s left chest and shoulder. Then she looked up at her sister’s expression.
Monica’s face is satisfied. But it was very relaxing. It is just satisfaction with this situation, not satisfaction in a sexual sense.
···A childish sense of rebellion is creeping in.
“Okay, sister?”
“I’m so happy. I feel like my hunger has been filled. Shall we hold on like this for a while and then leave?”
“Are you okay with that?”
The eyes, which had been slowly returning to their usual appearance, slowly opened again with a lewd color.
“Why?”
“Because he doesn’t look satisfied at all.”
As I caressed and pressed the slightly swollen breasts of the nun’s uniform, I felt her swollen nipples filling my fingers.
Even though her body was shaking, the sister smiled softly.
“It’s being considerate.”
“Consideration?”
“I think Tan will have a hard time handling it.”
At first glance, it seems like these words are pampering for me, who is usually low on energy due to dealing with the two of them, but
Buried behind it is… A provocation. An adult’s provocation mixed with subtle ridicule.
“Oh.”
Slowly raise your body. As the still-tight penis brushes inside, the sister’s legs wrap around my body as if in surprise.
I flipped my back once. Monica exclaimed softly but kept her seductive sneer in her face.
“Do you feel confident, Sister? When you rented Eshen’s cabin, you looked like you were about to cry.”
“But it didn’t ring. How is it?”
Her tail comes out writhing through her skirt. The tail that I haven’t seen in a long time since the incident in Visserk, which the sisters usually don’t have.
A spade-shaped tip rises up, poking and tickling my cheek.
“Do you want to cry?”
——–
“Uuuuu!”
A sound like a slap echoes. The deck creaked and felt like it was about to break.
The body of the uninvited guest peeping from inside the closet was trembling in shock.
The only time she had ever heard such a strong slap was when she was seven years old and got slapped in the face for stealing her father’s pistol and playing with it.
Is it okay to take pictures of people like that? Is sex really such a wild act?
Are fellow sailors with lovers in port all playing around like that with the women they cherish?
Like…A pair of killer whales biting each other?
“You’re going crazy, Monica. Pull your waist up higher.”
The blue eyes that were glued to the crack of the closet door never seemed to close. A ravenous glance as if he wanted to leave an afterimage.
A penis rubbing a local area with juice running down it. A man’s silence followed mercilessly slicing away fat from his thick buttocks.
“Are you still hungry for cock? Do you want me to fuck you harder?”
The healer nun didn’t seem to have time to reply. Let alone answering, she couldn’t even look at the moans that kept leaking out like an animal.
My hand hangs between my legs and my prone body shakes and convulses. That was the only answer.
The porter nodded his head and continued his pace. But as if that wasn’t enough, he extends his hand to her half-naked breast.
The miraculously voluminous breasts that protrude from the nun’s robe are teased as if they were cheap pillows. Skillful fingers knead the fat roughly and then flick the nipple as if playing.
As her mouth opens wide in arousal and astonishment, the porter grabs the nun by the neck and slowly pulls her upwards.
I’m not strangling her. It’s more meticulous than that.
But even that is too much for the out-of-breath nun. It was clear that the porter knew this and was doing it.
Because my eyelids, glistening with sweat, twisted in satisfaction.
As her gently closed eyes opened, the accumulated tears flowed down her cheekbones and ears.
The porter was satisfied. The porter licked the area around his eyes a few times, then filled the emptiness in his open mouth with his tongue.
His tongue and tongue began to tangle like rope.
“Heeeeep, heebung, peueuuu-“
“Huh. Sister. My… Sister…”
Her rhythm, which seemed as if it would crush the nun’s silence followed under her skirt, became more and more intense. The nun glared straight at her porter and began to let out a sound that sounded like a wail.
I doubted that a voice like that would come out if someone’s intestines were stabbed with a cutlass. It was almost strange that no sailor had come running to ask whether a murder had occurred.
A peek filled with curiosity and fear. The performance in front of him ended with the woman rubbing her forehead on the floor and convulsing.
Every time the beautifully attached flesh waves, tears and saliva drip down. If making a sound was the condition, victory or defeat is obvious.
As her massive, heavy member slowly slipped out of her crotch, the woman lowered her silence followed and let out a sad sigh.
Tan Van Thai, who was panting equally harshly, dropped her chin on her still shaking sister’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
The tone of his sadistic voice changed to timid as usual. The same was true for the nun’s voice, which seemed like a nympho that would captivate anyone.
“I’m fine···.”
“I’m glad I was able to satisfy you twice. I’m not confident I can only do it once.”
“Oh my god. Even after this, what more? It’s getting worse. Rather, we need to work harder.”
A nun with a simple smile stuck her tongue into her mouth at Tan Van Thai. This time it was a kiss like lovers without the slightest hint of competition.
“Once. Once… Hmm…”
“What’s wrong with you, sister?”
“You know, Tan. Mother just sent a happy signal. Since she was already satisfied a long time ago, it’s okay to offer her an offering at this point.”
“Oh. That’s a good thing.”
“But her child’s heart always wants to give her a little more.”
“What if you say you’ll put it on top?”
Tan Van Thai looked back towards her neglected Eshen.
But Eshen Taiga was not happy, nor was she embarrassed. Instead, she was glaring somewhere in her with a cold gaze…
The intruder in the closet was startled.
——–
Suddenly, I feel a chill in my naked lower body. Because of Eshen’s eyes that are staring at the closet with murderous intent in them.
I also look into the closet. A faint sound of something crashing is clearly audible to my ears.
I got goosebumps, but calmed down. The sister smiled slightly, adjusted her nun’s clothes, and cleaned the wet wooden floor with her purifying power.
Relaxed attitude. It means you are in control of the situation.
Because of the barrier created by the power of the goddess, she would not have been able to notice from the outside. No matter who is in there, just deal with that person and that’s it…
“Uuuuup, jugikka?”
Eshen’s words were gagged. She was almost shocked for a moment.
Don’t kill her, just hit her on the head and erase her memory…
“···Absolutely not. It would be better to let the sex on board be discovered. If Tomko finds out, there will be war. First, we must persuade him somehow to silence him-“
“There’s no need to notice, and there’s no need to go to the trouble of silencing me.”
Sister squinted her eyes, smiled, and held on to her closet door. And opened it slowly.
“If a child is this curious, you can make him an ‘accomplice.'”
“Hi-?”
Morgan Tomko, with a bright red face, started to panic and fell down the closet.
Morgan? Morgan…?
Eshen had a listless expression on his face, and I was so shocked that I sat down and covered my head.
···Shit. When I think about it, I should have covered it as soon as I noticed someone was hiding. My thoughts were short due to embarrassment. I guess I saw it all anyway.
I asked in a voice trembling with shame.
“Weren’t you trapped downstairs…?”
“No, well. When you become a pirate with a father like Captain Tomko, it’s not even a task to unlock even one of those bolts.”
Morgan, who tried to show off and show off, failed miserably due to her shyness.
Morgan sat down, crouched, and muttered.
“I’m really sorry for peeking…?”
“I like that you apologized first. I’ll take a look.”
“Eh, you’re looking at it? This quickly?”
“Of course, you can’t do it with your bare mouth.”
The sister tilted her head with a smile.
“What did I say earlier?”
“Uh, what did you say?”
Morgan seemed so embarrassed that he didn’t even hear it, but I remember.
If a child is this curious, all you have to do is make him an ‘accomplice’. That’s what he said.
A chill runs down my spine. No way···.
The sister’s suggestion seemed to be too heavy a stone fastball for her girl.
Morgan floundered. She was trying to make up something. She then blurted out that she was truly sorry, and even grabbed her doorknob as if she was going to leave.
“You won’t regret it, will you?”
But in the end she couldn’t turn the doorknob. Her sister whispered softly to her back.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay? Even if I just let it go as if nothing happened.”
“Hehe, hehe, I wonder what you’re talking about…”
“Maybe there won’t be another chance in the future?”
Morgan let go of her doorknob.
And he chose to put his face under my cock.
Morgan was panting for her breath. She opened her bright blue eyes wide and glared at my cheek resting next to the bridge of her nose, which resembled her mother’s.
I smiled calmly and closed my eyes. The face of the Grim Reaper appeared like an afterimage under my eyelids.
It’s so clear. Tomko with a kind smile tearing me into pieces and throwing them to the shark.
“Fucked.”
“Ah?”
“This is a dick, Morgan. Tan said this magnificent thing is a man’s penis.”
“Whoa…!”
“Sister, please…!”
Eshen, left alone, blinked his eyes. And then he started glaring at the ceiling in resignation.
“I’m going to give this a go.”
