Chapter 428 – Troll Nema Þat? (One)
We decided to go to Wingling Village, but we decided to put it off for a day or so.
Dana and my father-in-law would have to talk about the past 20 years, and we had to ask people’s opinions if we could negotiate with those Berserks as representatives.
“You are free to act as a representative. It is the nature of Winglings that a hundred words can be overturned by a single victory.”
It was fortunate that it was not difficult to persuade with the words of a woman of the priestly class—I did not know her name until the end.
The villages of the Picts and the Winglings are close. If we leave tomorrow morning, we should arrive around noon.
So I left Dana at my parents’ house, and Fran and I decided to go out to hear the news of the forest from the animals around here.
When I conveyed the message to the effect that I would go out for a while, the father-in-law seemed to notice our consideration and thanked him.
“Give me some food. I will eat it.”
“Oh, thank you. I will enjoy this food.”
“Yes. And… Be careful if you go into the woods.”
“Yes?”
I was dumbfounded and asked, and the father-in-law said with her eyes shining.
“The spirits are curious. And strangers are always strange.”
“Uh… All right.”
Is it like in the old cruel fairy tale, to keep the kids from going to the woods?
No, in a different world, there might really be something like a fairy. The other day, I met a fairy who showed interest in my spear at the Mk.2 holy ground of bicorns.
“What do you say?”
“If you’re going to the forest, he says be careful. Let’s go.”
Well, it wouldn’t be a problem unless there were dozens of ogres or trolls coming out.
I left it in my head and headed to the forest with Frank.
‘Both trolls and ogres know how to roll a little bit. It’s quite possible that he only picks and avoids people for some reason.’
However, as long as you live in the forest, it will be impossible to escape from the eyes of wild animals.
Birds listen to daytime words and mice listen to nighttime words.
There is no place to discard the wise sayings of our ancestors. I spent hours on a picnic-like walk, congratulating myself on the DNA that runs through my body.
Early spring in the north was a bit cold, but there were no bugs thanks to the spring cold. It’s a cozy forest date.
“Nor. I’m a little cold, can you stick around a little longer?”
“Of course. It’s okay even in summer.”
“Lol. It’s kind of like that in the summer. It’s hot.”
“Heh. My Fran, I must have forgotten that I am a human air conditioner capable of self-cooling and heating. Even in summer, the hotter it is, the more I have to cling to it.”
“Ah, that’s right. But later work is later, and I’m happy that we’re alone right now, so I’ll do my best.”
Since this was not something to be pressed for time, we leisurely wandered around the forest.
In fact, even if we hurry, if our feet speed up, the animals will hear the sound of running and run away. It’s not an easy thing to walk without footsteps all the time.
After a few more hours like that, I was able to hear promising information from a certain squirrel.
The squirrel is a creature that does not hibernate. It was a guy who was full of swag in the cold season, but he bought it with 3 walnuts.
It is the true taste of capitalism that makes even beliefs come to an end. Truly primate genius.
“… Trolls and ogres swarming around?”
Fran frowned in concern as I translated the Long-tailed Mouse.
As soon as I received the walnut, I glared at the rabbit squirrel and said,
“That’s what the guy who jumped out said. It didn’t decrease either. It just went unnoticed.”
“Yes. Ogres have strong territorial consciousness. If the trolls didn’t invade, there’s no way their numbers would decrease.”
Frank was right.
And if that’s true, this was a pretty serious problem
‘If there is any change in the ecosystem, there must be some causal relationship.’
I exhaled calmly, not wanting to show any signs of impatience or clicking my tongue in front of Fran.
If you look at the news of the 21st century, it seems that the ecology of the wild is so poor that our dicks can completely throw away their dog’s cock in one or two years.
Even the savannah feels like a space that needs to be maintained with great care, like managing a greenhouse.
But, as you know, it never was. It is true that environmental pollution has turned the earth into a plastic stew, but the vitality of living things cannot be ignored either.
When the number of predators increases, the number of prey decreases, and vice versa.
Like Mana, Mother Nature always loves balance. It means that the whereabouts of trolls and ogres are impossible unless it is Yubaba’s evil plan.
‘Monsters are basically creatures that only live on their dicks.’
They literally look like the evil Grandpa Santa gifted the vicious Green Camp soldiers with strength and savagery!
But to think that these bastards have been putting up with tender human flesh for over a year and taking care of themselves?
The fact that there is no conspiracy here is as convincing as saying that guys who barely wash their hair once a month only shave their penis hair!
“… Let’s go back We can deliver the news to the village.”
I said, intending to return before dark.
At this point, Dana should have loosened up her clothes properly, so why not go back and eat and sleep well?
“Ah.”
And it was only then that I remembered what I had forgotten.
‘I need to give the coordinates to Veronica.’
In the dream, the distance between them was meaningless. Runes or whatever, as long as her mind was connected, it was her eating rice cake while lying down to tell her where she was in her Sargadis.
However, to do so, he had to perform the ritual of Shade first.
Shade’s Ritual.
In other words, sex.
To be precise, I had to mix my body with the opposite sex and mark the semen territory on the other person’s body with my female capture rod.
“… Uhm. Hey, Fran?”
“Yes?”
Fran twisted her head in a corner as if for some reason, then she smiled as if she noticed just by looking at my awkward expression.
“Aha, really? It must be difficult to do at home because Dana’s father is there.”
“Uh, yes. Right.”
“Okay. Let’s go in.”
Fran, who readily agreed, turned her head around and said,
“On my way here, I think I saw something like a ruin site from far away. Shall we go there?”
“Better than doing it in the woods.”
It would be a lie if you said you didn’t think of outdoor sex in ruins as an archaeologist.
However, if the ruins were roughly neglected in a forest like this, there was a high possibility that there would be nothing special.
It’s a ruin, but it could have been something like a primitive ancient public toilet. So, does that mean that future sex will be open-air sex? Awesome.
─Pasasak.
After walking for a few minutes with Fran, a super high-tech navigator, the site of the ruins came out.
The collapsed stone building looks like a forest with a few bricks on the floor rather than ruins.
If this is the case, I won’t be punished for flirting with her wife.
Conversely, during sex, Eureka!! And there’s no such thing as picking up relics.
“Ugh. Nor, do you think taking off all your clothes is a bit like that?”
“Because there can be emergencies. First of all, this is also the territory where people live.”
There will be no encounters with ogres or trolls, but the odds of people appearing are hard to ignore.
It’s enough to kill a monster, what if a man passing by saw him having sex and hit Fran’s daughter naked that night?
Fuck. Just thinking about it was the extreme of being fucked up.
─It’s all over the place.
So we decided to go into an open stone building and have a quick quick business sex in our clothes.
“Here is the love gel.”
I took out the love gel from the slate in my bag. Then, Fran smiled and put on a look that she couldn’t stop.
“How did you take care of that so well?”
“I brought it just in case you didn’t know. You can fall in love with her well-prepared husband all over again.”
“You didn’t bring a bucket of troll blood?”
“As a result, I didn’t need a water bottle, and I needed a love gel, right? This is all foresight.”
“Who stopped it?”
Fran laughed and untied her coat and placed it on her bag, touching her leather armor here and there.
─Tuk, tuk!
Then the tight armor came off as if her corset had come undone. Underneath the leather armor was a single shirt worn underneath.
“Nor. Can you give me that?”
“Here.”
Fran squeezed her clothes a little more, took her love gel from me, and squeezed it all the way in the space of her breastbone.
─Stealing♡
Her franc hand rubbed her breasts, and her love gel was spread all over her breastbone.
She next unbuckled her belt and applied the gel delicately to the not-yet-ere cock shaft. Of course, my cock didn’t have any exposed skin, but she got an erection with plenty of energy.
“Your clothes will get wet too, but there is no holding back.”
“Lol. Something that Norr can clean with magic.”
─Stay! Fran, sifting through the shaft of my cock for no reason, removed her hand.
My wife is absorbing like a sponge how to make her husband’s sperm lubricator feel good.
“Excuse me~.”
Fran said her playfully and covered my cock with her breasts, her shirt rolled up. Her white shirt, rolled up over her bra, dazzled. The remaining cock, wrapped in white big tits, towered in front of Fran’s face.
─Chew Boop, Chew Boop!
Fran caressed his cock with her breasts, which were well coated with love gel.
Originally, breastfeeding is not such a pleasant play. It’s a bit of a romantic statement, but it’s a fact.
Shouldn’t it be bad for the dick to touch the skin of the woman he loves, but even compared to parts that have muscles and are just fixed like her buttocks or thighs, as well as insertion, the tightening is much lower as it is softer.
But is it because I’m wearing multiple layers of clothes? The tightly tightened breasts had no irregularities, but there was a pleasure that could not be defeated by insertion.
“Nor, are you okay? Shall I press a little harder?”
Fran asked, rubbing her cheek against her cock. She would have sucked it up if it was semen, but maybe it was love gel, so she didn’t even give me a blow job. Feeling a little sad, I nodded my head.
Pleasant rubbing ensued, and it wasn’t long before I vomited semen on Fran’s chest.
─Byulururut! Beaururut!
“Kyaa♡”
I squeezed Fran’s breasts and packed her cum into her voluptuous tits as if I was cumming, and Fran let out a delighted sound as if it was something satisfying.
─Jurruk.
As she pulled her cock out of her lower breasts, Fran pulled up her shirt and unhooked the front hooks of her bra.
Then, her breasts opened, revealing a viscous white liquid sticking to Fran’s breastbone.
“Heh, it’s soggy…”
Fran pulled her tongue out, opening her breasts as if to show her breasts marked by my semen. Even with my eyes fixed on Fran’s chest, I could tell that Juzidra, covered in gel and semen, was giggling.
“There you are, Fran.”
“… Are you still not enough?”
“Catch this. He said he knew it.”
“Lol. It just seemed like it.”
The couple was heart-to-heart. Frank was also quite agitated, pulling down her pants and sticking her butt out to me.
With her hand holding the window in the wall of the ruins, Fran looked over her shoulder at me and said shyly.
“… You won’t be punished for being a little late. Right?”
“Then.”
I grabbed her fran by the waist and lifted her up. Fran, light as a feather in her weight, put her hand on her window and took my prick in her back stroke.
─Pu-wook. Her fran waist bent like a drop of candle wax on her back.
