Iron Blood Conquers Expansion 573

Chapter 573 - Chapter 573 Return to Warris-8

"Yes?"

Sirel avoided the eyes of the underground without knowing it.
Embarrassed, she burst into laughter.

"Ah really. Don't joke around like that. Embarrassing people."
"Are you excited?"
"Isn't it? If you do this to a normal woman, you'll get slapped, Mr. Sukmaek."

Cheryl spoke her playfully, but her complex emotions showed on her face.
She is relieved but also nervous.
It is impossible to determine whether the words of the underground are nongong or not.

"Anyway, don't say things like that in a nonchalant way. Shame on people."
"I'm embarrassed?"
"... Yep, that's right how I raised you If you do bad things, I'm sorry and apologize."

She seemed to be taken aback, but she said with strength.
Of course, it wasn't Syrel who raised the basement.
As for Cheryl, she wouldn't normally say something like this, but she was drunk, and she was also a topic that was quite embarrassing.

What kind of relationship will she have with her basement?
He is not her lover, but it is ambiguous to call him her friend.
Cheryl has a relationship that She Underground has nurtured in her difficult days, but as she becomes a tycoon, she can no longer do that.
Rebuilding the relationship.
Her tension burns her throat. Cheryl emptied her glass at once.

"I drink like that and go hook."
"I'm drinking to get drunk, so what's up? It is my heart."
"Okay, then do it in moderation."

Her cellar refilled her Syrel's glass.



Alcohol calls for alcohol
Cheryl eventually got completely drunk on her and left.
Ji-ha chewed her leftover snacks and drank her drink alone, thinking about her.

"Yes..."

Seeing Syrel lying on the table and sleeping, suddenly reminds me of the past.
Not the Red Union leader underground who destroyed the blue seal after countless battles, but the common underground who will surrender to the summoning war tomorrow as well.
It's a fleeting feeling. After tonight he will call his men back to fight.
But when she saw Sherrel, who treated him without hesitation and tried to do so, she felt as if she had gone back to the old days.

'... How will we do it.'

In fact, I was thinking of having Cheryl today, and I booked the most expensive hotel in Warris.
If it was going according to plan, it would have been better to let Syrel drink in moderation, but she just let it go because she liked the way she laughed and chatted and drank like before.

'Shall we postpone today...'

At first glance, it seems a strange idea that a woman would rather procrastinate because she was drunk, but this case was different.
Jiha is no longer in need of a woman, and I wanted to make it a good experience if I had Cherelle.

'... I love you.'

Cheryl is the woman who took care of him without expecting any reward when he had nothing.
Underground had no choice but to be treated differently.
Although he tried not to show that calm.
The bottle is empty.

"Cyrell, wake up."
"Yes..."
"It's wrong."

He waved his arm because it was annoying even if he shook it.
He got up from his seat in the basement and lifted Sherel up on his back.
Sherrell resisted somewhat, but lightly subdued it with brute force, and the basement on his back approached the checkout counter.

"Oh, my lord. Why would you come to such a shabby store? I'll see you in advance..."
"The money you ate and drank today will be doubled and deducted from your interest."
"Oh, thank you!"

The capital of this bar was also provided by the underground, and as the owner, his mouth was torn.
She came out of the basement bar with Sherrell on her back.
Red Union soldiers waiting nearby widened their eyes.
I couldn't stay still when the head of the sky, the sun, lifted a woman up and started walking.

"Gun..."

Ji-ha lightly clicked his tongue at the subordinates running to each other with arms outstretched to hand over because he will carry them.
The soldiers who understood quickly raised their hands again.

"Return to headquarters. Be vigilant on your way back."

Darmang may attack right away, or someone else may attack.
Normally, it wouldn't matter, but I didn't want to get Syrel caught up in the back.

"All right! Loyalty!"
"Red Union!"

Half of the soldiers set out on the border of the sandbar at a distance, while the other half took their positions and escorted the underground.
Normally, this would not have been an order, but Jiha let it go this time.
Because I want to go home quietly today.



Command.
The soldiers who watched the night watch all looked surprised when they saw the basement, but they didn't talk to them first.
Sirell was recently assigned a room for lodging at headquarters.
In the quiet hallway, as I moved my feet underground, a sticky voice rang in my ears.

"Where?"

Cheryl wakes up from her drinking.
The basement answered calmly.

"I'm going to throw you on the bed."

As the basement moved its steps, Sirell gently wrapped her arms around his neck.
Soft lips gently bite his ears.

"After that?"

It was a small voice, a secret whisper that anyone was ashamed to hear.
Moist lips gently caress the ear.
It was only at the level of her lips, but heat was slowly spreading from the tips of her ears.

"..."

Should I deal with it or not?
After thinking about the basement for a while, I started walking.
Anyway, it wasn't something to continue in the hallway.
Sherrel's body trembled as he was lifted up, and the lips that had bitten his underground ear soon fell off.

She wrapped her arms around her subterranean neck and buried her face in her shoulder.
The sound of breath picks up again.

'Are you drunk...'

The basement stopped in front of Sirell's room and opened the door.
It was originally a special room that combined two rooms into one, so it was quite large for a single person to use.
The basement set Sherel down on the bed and looked around the room.
Since I had just stayed, there were no household items. Books on the bookshelves, clothes hanging on hangers, and papers strewn on the floor were signs of Shirel's life.

"Hmm."

There was a small door leading to the side, so when I opened it, it was a toilet/bathroom.
It was a private bathroom.

"It has running water and a shower."

One of the things that surprised me when the underground came just from Wordsland was the water supply facility. At Warris, water was used generously, and hot water came out freely.
There were polished floor tiles, and even a mirror on the wall that reflected up to her thighs under the shower.

"It's a nice room..."

She could say it was a newly created VIP room. It seemed that Uben was concerned about Syrel's life.
The admiring basement closed the door and came out, but there was a moving sound. Sirel, who had been lying down, was sitting up before she knew it.

"Sukmaek is in my room."

Cheryl smiled. It was a comfortable smile.
She was strangely different from the bright smile she had shown him.
Cheryl thrust her arms out into her basement abruptly. She was intent on grabbing and raising her up, but she ignored the basement.

"What are you doing, don't catch me."
"You have to get up to fall."
"No it's not?"

Sherrel, who responded pointedly, staggered as she tried to get herself up, and she slumped to the side.
Falling on her bed, she shook her shoulders slightly and then raised her arm to cover her eyes.
Said Cheryl, who hid her face.

"Would you like to sit next to me?"
"..."
"Sit down..."

The low voice was her plea.
Dealing with drunkenness is troublesome, but... Her basement turned her back and sat on her bed.
Sirell's fingers pressed down on the basement's back and moved slowly. It was a meaningless gesture, a joke.

"He sleeps hard even in bed. I guess it's not Sukmaek."
"Drunk women are annoying."
"Still, aren't men manipulative to try something?"
"Because there is no need for that."
"He came to the women's room and only showed his back and acted bluntly."

Tuk-tuk, Sirel's fist lightly hit the back of the basement.
The basement answered plainly.

"What are you talking about?"
"..."

Cheryl was silent for a long time, just tickling her back in the basement.
He would have thought he was asleep had it not been for his light breathing.

"... I will quit working here."
"I won't allow it."

Without thinking, the answer came right away.
Cheryl burst into laughter.

"What are you talking about. I want to quit. Don't worry too much, I'll get a lot of severance pay."
"Because I won't allow it."
"..."

Cheryl's laughter faded.
The basement said coldly.

"You have to stay by my side. Otherwise it is dangerous."
"I know that. And I can say that too."

Sherrel said flatly as she looked around her basement.

"You always went to do dangerous things. Knowing it would be safer with me by your side."
"..."

Sherrel was right.
She was a healer of her caliber, and she could save quite a few fatal wounds.
Of course, Jiha prefers to fight after creating a winning situation in advance, so there were fewer injuries.
However, the feelings of Syrel left behind her are bound to be different.

"A conversation between a man and a woman."

The man goes to the battlefield, and the woman left behind prays for his safe return.
The conversation between the underground and Sirell was a parallel that has been repeated countless times throughout history.

"Let's talk when you wake up."
"... No, you're going to do something dangerous again."
"Cyrell."
"... I have already made up my mind."

There was a sign of something happening behind the back of the basement.
When he turned his head, he met Shirel's half-raised eyes.

Raising her upper body with her hands on the bed, she looked down at her basement and put her head close to her.

"One last thing before we part... It is a gift."

Her soft lips touched.
Her breath blends as her lips touch each other. Sherrel was kissing her with her eyes closed.
She wanted to do something, and as her basement stopped, she carefully stuck her tongue out of her side.

"Huh..."

Cheryl's tongue moved awkwardly into her subterranean mouth.
Finding her subterranean tongue, Syrel's tongue met, but she touched it lightly and hesitated.

"I'm so sorry."

Closing her eyes tightly, she clumsily mixed her tongue as she put her weight on the basement as if it were collapsing. The movement of pressing and scanning was very clumsy.
When she felt her breath quicken, her breath quickened, her basement narrowed her eyes.

"Ha..."

Sherrel, who parted her lips, brushed her hair under her ears, making her speechless.
It seems embarrassing to be exposed to the flushed face and gaze from the underground.

"Only this?"

Jiha let out her wry smile in embarrassment and grabbed Cheryl's arm. She held on, and Cirelle made a surprised face on her face, but her basement pulled hard and hugged her.
Her lips touch again.
Her subterranean tongue slid across Cheryl's soft lips.

"Black..."

Shirel flinched and let out a moan as her basement suddenly turned violent. In the gap, she thrust her tongue under her tongue into her mouth, which parted naturally.

"Ah, ah."

As she flinched, she tried to pull her head off, but her subterranean hand was already grasping and pressing down on the back of her head.
The basement that restrained Cheryl ran through her mouth without hesitation. His tongue, which lightly tasted her well-groomed teeth, immediately rushed toward Cheryl's tongue.

"Huh."

Shirel, who was frozen by her sudden intrusion, gave her tongue as it was.
Her tongue meets tongue and saliva mixes. Her subterranean lips bit and sucked on Cheryl's lips, her tongue mingling wildly.
Mixing and rubbing the wavy tongues with each other raises the mood and energizes the man.
Sherrel's wrists trembled as he held onto her so she couldn't escape. Her subterranean hand moved to her chest, confirming that there was no resistance in her from Sirell's arm.

"Excited..."

Sherrel let out a startled moan as her subterranean hands gripped her breasts. He didn't even expect to massage her breasts while kissing her.
She slowly checked her breasts with the palm of her hand under her as she enjoyed the reaction.
It was her breasts that were a good size to hold in her hand, soft and bouncy, and pleasing to men.

Her body shuddered slowly as she roughly kneaded her breasts.
She could tell that her body, inside her mouth, was getting a little hot.
Her fingers, which had been vigorously massaging her breasts on top of her clothes, slowly probed over her breasts. Sensing what her basement was looking for, Shirel shuddered at her again.
In the center of her chest, even though it is covered by clothes and thin underwear, you can feel the protrusion asserting her presence. Her subterranean grasped the sensitive area with the tips of her fingers and gently pulled.

"Huh, aha..."

Sherrel slapped her and bit her lower lip.
In the middle of tasting her lips, as she ran away, her basement did not pursue her, but instead put her hand through her jacket.
A man's hand goes in between the valleys of her breasts that Cheryl playfully showed at her drinking party.

Did the woman know that this would happen?
A story that no longer knows the answer, Ji-ha violently opened her bra and grabbed her breasts directly.
The woman groaned in agony as the man grabbed her breasts.

"Huh, yeah..."

Savoring the soft texture of her skin, Jiha slowly massaged her breasts.
When the man's hand, which had been caressing slowly and kindly, suddenly grasped strongly, Shirel flinched.

Jiha wasn't just rough, but she adjusted her dynamics.
She wanted to touch her breasts softly, so if the woman wanted to relax her, he would force her to tense up.
The woman who had her breasts occupied by the man's hands couldn't let go of her heart because she didn't know when a strong force would come.
The sexually tense body reacts sensitively.

"Haha..."

Sherrel's cheeks turned red and her breathing quickened at the mere sight of her breasts being rubbed.
The subterranean hand that had made her instantly aroused suddenly left her heart without regret. Sherrel, who had closed her eyes, opened them softly when she realized that her subterranean hand wasn't even pointing anywhere else.
Her basement was getting out of her bed and holding out her hand.

"Wake up."
"..."
"You're drunk."

Her basement lifted her up as Cheryl absentmindedly took her hand.
He led the woman to her bathroom.

She doesn't let a woman run away, she as a man will run away.

If she's drunk, she just needs to wake her up.
In many ways.