Chapter 51 – The Heavy Smoker and the Wheat Reaper (9)
“Gee, what is this, that’s it. It’s pus, pus.”
It is the pus of the cock.
It can be said that it is indeed like that in that it comes out endlessly even after weaving.
‘Fuck.’
No, this idiot nord. Come up with some more sane excuses.
I heard my own mental tearing. What kind of idiot would fall for such an excuse? It was something that could never happen.
“Go-goreum?! Did you have a skin disease?!”
But voila.
There are no absolutes in this world.
At the word skin disease, the fathers jumped in amazement as if they had heard that the poop they had just stepped on was actually a burl that had fallen off a cock. It seems that he was tricked by the fact that the semen did not flow to the other side.
“Did you see my damn bastard!! If you have a skin disease, you will have to speak from the beginning. No, speak!!”
“Uh, that, is that it? It’s a deal that doesn’t go away. It was anyway.”
“Isn’t it a problem that I don’t move?! I’m afraid I’ll get rejected, I’m afraid!!”
I heard the sound of hurrying back and getting dressed. The old man who was going to wash was putting on his clothes again. In this world, sickness is a symbol of fear, so it was just like that.
Patty pounding—.
Chambang- Chambang-.
I deliberately moved my legs to splash. It was to hide the sound of semen pouring into the valley.
The side effect of this act is that it makes a crouching dash into Fran’s cervix like a bullfight, which I had to fucking consider.
“Patience. There’s nothing going on. I’ll go and see if you can wash yourself. Gotta go to the bathroom, damn it.”
“If I fell into the poop there, would I be kicked out?”
“If I said that shit one more time, you would kill me!!”
Haha!!”
The uninvited guests disappeared while excited among themselves. I waited for a moment and then poked my head out of the rock at the sound of a quick run through the bush.
─Put.
No one is here. All I could see was the backs of the two men running far away.
I barely calmed down and let go of the franc, relaxing my shoulders.
“Ha… Franc. It’s okay now. Those humans are gone.”
But why no answer
“… Franc?”
“… Gebet.”
Crab.
It’s crab.
“F, franc? Please answer me.”
“… Yes.”
“Fuck you, don’t do that! Now I’m Taeeng Dedet? I will try not to do the same!”
The uncharacteristic answer made me nervous. I hurriedly pulled my cock out of Fran’s cunt, her eyes half turned upside down.
Chew-bo-bo-bo-bo-bok—.
The cervix with the glans attached stuck as if sending a child away, then fell off.
-Pong.
As he pulled out his cock completely, white semen poured out with a sound like an airtight container. I held on to Fran’s stomach and performed the Heinrich Method.
“Franc! Do not die! I was all wrong!! Don’t leave me!!”
Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!
“Hi-geuk, keuk, heeuk…”
Fran, who had been making sounds like a rooster crow, coughed barely enough to hear my tearful Heinrich method.
“Heh, heh heh… ?”
“Franc!! Do you come to your senses?! Can you tell how many fingers this is?!”
When Fran woke up and looked around, I raised my finger and waved it in front of my eyes. If I couldn’t say the right number here, I was thinking of throwing away the request and going to the temple.
“Nor… ? What are you doing with your middle finger and ring finger up? ?”
“Fuck!! Thank god!!”
“Uh… ?”
I hugged Franc as I poured the juices from my eyes. I would have committed techno break suicide if I had lost her first lover due to death of the stomach.
“Uh, uh uh… ? Nor, what about those people earlier?”
“Got it. When I told them I had a skin disease, they jumped out in fear.”
“Oh, did you? Anyway, can you drop me off?”
“Oh, yes.”
It was light and small, so I kept holding it. When she lowered her francs, her legs trembled and she couldn’t stand properly. I’m afraid to remove her hand from under her armpit.
“… Franc. Can you stand?”
“No… I don’t think I can.”
It looks like it. If I release my hand here, it is good to see the diving, no, the sinking. It rumbles and sinks and never rises again.
“… I’ll pick you up. Let’s go ashore.”
“Thanks. … But since when did I faint?”
Fran asked as I was about to carry her in the arms of the princess.
“I don’t know for sure either. But anyway, I was all wrong.”
I sincerely apologized. Whatever the reason, it was entirely my fault for making Fran choke.
“Fran, I thought you were going to groan, so I stopped it, but no matter how crazy you were, it didn’t work. I was really bad sorry. I will apologize.”
“No. If I hadn’t done that, I would have been caught, so that doesn’t really matter. That… But is there?”
Franc covered her mouth with her hands and whispered in my ear.
“… It felt so good.”
“… That, yes Thank you for forgiving me.”
Even as I replied, her lips trembled.
It felt like I had done something I shouldn’t have done. Could it be that Fran, who has just become an adult and only a year or two ago, had too hard a sexual experience?
Fran said that she had learned most of her holy knowledge through pornographic documents from another world. A 21-year-old, half-dwarf girl with bad morals who challenged her first fellatio within 30 minutes of her first kiss.
I can only be very worried that such a child will open his eyes to his distorted sexual taste, as he fainted at the peak of sex 2 times out of the 4 times he had sex and even spewed out tides.
Especially this time ─ it was not my intention ─ but the Japanese yakuza filming her AV also made her experience the hard play with her own body.
Outdoor play + choking play + cervical sex. What kind of hell
There is definitely something wrong with the sensibility of ending such hard sex just saying it felt good. Even if Fran opens her eyes to that taste, I can adjust it, but hard intercourse that harms her health is out of my standards.
“… Franc. Let’s work until today and let’s go to the temple together tomorrow.”
“Temple… ? Am I not sick? Nor, where are you hurt?”
“Originally, you go to the hospital before you get hurt.”
Even for my mental health and Fran’s body.
***
After taking a bath, we returned to the farmland.
After eating breakfast and taking a break, Fran also recovered to some extent and said that her stamina to work has returned. Is your body adapting?
“Adventurers. Please do your best today.”
After the story of the slave secretary, who has now become accustomed to the morning roll call, he was put into harvesting. I turned on beast return and picked up the scythe.
“High mountain, deep valley~ quiet~ mountainside~.”
Shoot! Shoot!
Harvesting with a sharpened scythe, they sang labor songs. Maybe it’s because the content of the job reminds me of my military days, but the military song just pops out. Damn, isn’t this a type of PTSD?
Still, the song itself was a masterpiece, so it stuck in my mouth.
“Across the snowy wires~ We are going… Yes?”
It was a time when I was doing a farmer cosplay while singing happily. The wheat fields in front of me crunched and sprang up.
No, it wasn’t that the bottom had risen, it was the guy who was hiding raising his head. Only the head popped out of the wheat fields.
It was a furry looking furry. From the time the deer was a calf, he was beaten in the face with a pork cutlet hammer 10 times a day.
A very impressive creature with large, round ears and fucking-sized fangs protruding from its muzzle.
“Why?”
It was an elk.
No matter how you look at it, it is an elk itself.
Did you think there were elk in this fucking other world? I didn’t even know it existed because I didn’t care. I feel astonished at the appearance of a harmful assistant that I miss so much.
“These bitches are said to be an endangered species, so why are they everywhere?”
Did you come because you heard a fucking military song and thought of your hometown? I lost my temper and shook my hand at him.
“Whoa, whoa. Go when you say good things. You have to work.”
Respect for animals? There is nothing like that. I am not a member of PETA. Even if they say that the Amman elk is an endangered species, it is nothing but sea water to the Korean soldiers who have been discharged from the army.
More than anything, aren’t these idiots a rare breed of idiots who can understand why they are an endangered species just by looking at them for a month?
Was it when I was a private? These chews went through the sector to the swarm.
It was polite for the rear unit to take care of an elk or a corpse every season, but at that time, the situation was especially serious, so there was a division where the champs who went out on the dispatcher had to clean up the corpse of the elk.
The body of an elk, which was so heavy that it had eaten something and had grown so much, had to be moved by several people. However, only two or three people could ride in the front seat of Imighty.
In the end, the champs ended up riding in the back seat with the corpse of the elk. Even I, who was a second-class soldier, was the same.
The memory of taking a three-and-a-half-hour National Geographic driving while rattling in the back seat of the Imighty with a corpse of an elk while wearing bread bullets is still fresh in my memory.
-You’re a veterinary student, so you’re used to it?
I vividly remember the platoon commander’s stupid logic.
If you’re a fucking veterinary student and you’re used to cleaning up animal corpses, then why do professional soldiers get PTSD from seeing human corpses?
Anyway, because of that experience, I hated elk. It was fortunate that it was winter at the time, but if it had been summer, I would have been traumatized by seeing the corpse flying around, so I would have been discharged from the doctor’s office and dropped out of the veterinary school.
Wouldn’t I deserve to be considered merciful enough just for not immediately killing the elk that appeared in front of me?
“If you know, quit. I’ll look after you, so go back to your house.”
Whoa Whoa. I said it while waving her hand, but this bastard just stared at me with a face like an old-timer who wanted to give her a fucking blow.
Your eyes are tight and bright, you bastard.
“Why did you gain so much weight again? Are you an obesity platoon? Is the spring manager a wild boar?”
A half-elk king ability born between a wild boar and an elk. Aren’t they both animal friends of army service members?
More than no, what kind of wild animal is standing there without running away after coming so close to humans.
‘Fuck. Shall we try Goranier?’
I can communicate with the flying sexes, but what else can I do? It just means to go away, so if you say why, it will disappear. It was when I thought so and tried to open my mouth.
─Break up.
The elk that was teasing me stood up on its own two feet.
“——Fuck?”
I couldn’t accept what was reflected in my eyes for about three seconds.
Did the elk stand? On two feet? WHY?
Clumsy-.
The elk’s front leg shoulder joints stretched left and right like the Voltron combined robot, and the rice cake stand swelled to become a body like a large kangaroo.
I had never imagined that a creature’s shoulder joint could have such a wide range of motion.
If this bastard puts in a bit more effort, can’t it be an elk combination robot that can be stored inside the ribs and the robot’s head protrudes to steal pocket money from jammins in another world?
It was such a shocking sight that it reminded me of such a thought.
“——Why? (Rice.)”
Gorani said.
While showing off a forage body comparable to that of an Austrian kangaroo beneath a meek face.
“Why aaaaa!!! (Rice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)”
“This fucking surprise!!!!!”
Awesome!!
I was taken aback by the cries of the bipedal elk, which roared with sudden acceleration, and swung his scythe. Combining the brute force of reversion with the sharpness of Clara’s hand-made scythe, the elk’s neck flew through the air with its upper trapezius muscle and vertebrae attached.
Swish-.
Fluff.
The body of the elk, whose lid had been removed from my bread, fell backwards. In time with the beating of his corpse’s heart, blood spurted out like a burst water balloon.
─Crying. Crying.
It was a gruesome sight, but I didn’t have much of an appreciation for it because I’d grown tired of living in a different world.
“I was startled… What the hell?”
It was a crazy bipedal kangaroo elk. I’m not joking, I was more surprised than when I saw the monster for the first time.
3 years to live in another world. Now, I thought I could do it, even if the bed at the 3-cooper per night inn transforms into Megatron one day and shoots it.
“Bo-Bonodia, it’s impossible——!!!!!”
But the situation did not end there.
As I looked at the blood on the scythe and thought what to wipe it with, I heard a loud scream from behind.
“Gaaaaa!!!”
The shrieking sound of the adventurer was lost in the den of walking elk surrounding him.
Hotulusil’s wheat fields were attacked by bipedal windmill elk.
“Hi and fuck.”
How come my life has been quiet for the past few days.
