Chapter 28 – Francesca Eitrinen (1)
It was in another world that I learned to drink.
I have lived for three years under professors who treat graduate students as their own towels, an icon of the disappearance of my mother and the death of my father. You should be able to stop drinking. Yerna, that first year was per week.
I learned to drink so late, but I was confident in my drinking.
But, what is the amount of alcohol we are talking about here?
For people with a normal mindset, the amount of alcohol is usually the limit before being intoxicated and unconscious.
However, when discussing my own amount of alcohol, I used to claim that my amount was ‘the amount I drank the other day and went to the point where I was about to rummage’. It’s as if men from all over the world in the earth realm are bragging about themselves with their own weight.
In other words, I can say that my drinking volume is about 7,000cc. Rounding it up to roughly 10,000 cc, and since the beer bottles are roughly between 500 and 600ml, that’s 20 bottles of beer.
Aren’t you fucking sick? If you think about it calmly, the limit of cooking the liver is nothing to brag about, but I was proud of it.
“Hmm.”
But damn, this drink wasn’t spirit at first glance. I was stunned by the distilled spirit that Frank drank on the first day he stayed at this inn.
The franc is a glass bottle that looks quite expensive, as if it was meant to commemorate the first day in Sargadis. From the point of view of Britannia commoners who apply leather to their windows, bottles are rarely made of glass.
The transparency of the glass was low, so it looked cloudy by the standards of modern man Kang Buk-ho, but the macho Nord of the other world was afraid that it would break inside, so he was quite scared.
And in another world, distilled liquor in a glass bottle like this meant that it was a poisonous liquor with a fucking high alcohol content.
“Because me and my honey are quite a week, right? But that ‘Abkadi’ couldn’t last three cups.”
Those were the words of the innkeeper.
The name of the fucking drink is fucking scary. It’s Abcadirani. It’s probably a proper noun considering it’s incomprehensible, but the sound of the pronunciation already feels like a devil or a vampire.
Obviously, if I drank half a bottle of this, I would become a drunk zombie crawling on the floor like dog food.
‘No, can I count this as one drink?’
On the way up to the inn room, I picked a little and sniffed it, but this is more like hand sanitizer or medical alcohol.
When used for disinfection, the sterilizing power must be certain. It’s perfect for making a single person cross the rainbow bridge if you force it, so it’s good enough for murder.
Awesome-.
I went into Frank’s inn room.
She was sitting on the bed, working on a robe for me to wear. Seeing him from a distance, he looked very mature because of his slender proportions. She is like a young mother working at home sewing as a side job.
But if I hit it like that, what am I doing to come back to that room with expensive alcohol? Even though I didn’t do anything wrong, I feel like I’ve become a human trash, a domestic violence man, so I feel bad.
Fran noticed me at the sound of the door opening and said.
“Oh, Nor. I’m here?”
“Yes. Rather, how long has it been since you injured your hand, are you already sewing?”
“How are you? I stopped the bleeding, so there is no blood.”
“Would you mind?”
He sighed and set down the distilled spirit, Abkadi. Then, when Fran saw the bottle of wine I was carrying, she was startled.
“That, that drink… ?”
“It’s true that you ate and stretched out. I got it for disinfection, so give me your hand.”
I poured a little alcohol on the cloth I had previously written on and took it away. Frank obediently offered his hand this time. I gently covered the wound with a damp cloth.
Fran was startled when the alcohol-soaked cloth did not touch the wound.
“Quaang!”
“It hurts? Be patient though.”
“Ughhhhh… !!”
Fran stomped his foot. There was a bean-bean sound from the wooden floor. More than that, these fucking breasts are constantly stealing men’s attention. Please stop shaking The sensation of the Juji Anaconda waking up is so creepy.
‘Earth Warrior Vector Man. Lend me your strength!’
I displayed superhuman strength of mind and endured without falling into the swaying voluptuous valley. Then he took the cloth off Frank’s finger.
“Okay, finish disinfection.”
“After, after, after… !”
Fran, whose tears were stinging, trembled. Just smelling it makes me feel sick because I put the distilled liquor on the wound, which is no joke. It’s almost like the original solution of Albochil in another world.
“Come here. Finally, let’s rinse with water.”
“Do it again?”
“Taeng. Do not subtract Just do this and you’re done.”
Rinse with water to remove any residue of alcohol. Finally, I tore off the end of the fabric and tied the affected area together. Now it’s safe
“Ugh. There are too many worries to play with. They told me to live doing only what I want to do at some point.”
Fran said, holding his finger. I smiled and sat down on the only chair in the room.
“So you have to take better care of yourself. You don’t have to be healthy in order to live happily.”
“Anyway, speak well.”
Frank must have gone mad. While watching her with a smile, I thought of something else while wiping her needles with her alcohol-soaked cloth.
‘Should I learn other magic besides beast return?’
Every time something like this happens, I realize it again. In a different world where the development of technology has been blown away by a single magic, it makes a big difference whether you can use magic or not.
If I had been able to use fire magic, I would have sterilized the needle a little beforehand. Even in the fucking ruins, he would have lit a bonfire with magic so he wouldn’t have shivered from the cold.
Every bit of a bit—.
It was then. While I was busy cleaning my needles, Franc, who had taken out a cup from somewhere, poured distilled liquor into it. I cried out in amazement.
“Hey! Why are you following that?!”
“Uh? Didn’t you bring it to drink?”
“If you were going to drink, you would have brought a glass! You said you got it for disinfection!”
Damn, do you think I’m going crazy and try to drink alcohol that looks like synthetic flavoring poured into industrial alcohol? It was said that there was only that distilled spirit, so there was no other option.
Hearing that there was only one distilled liquor sounded like an idiot, but since he wasn’t an opponent to win by wrestling—the owner said he didn’t sell it, so what should I do?—I just gave up and brought it.
“Give up and come here. You said you couldn’t even last a glass of it.”
I approached Fran and tried to stop him, but at the moment I felt that I had made a mistake. Unsurprisingly, Frank gave me an angry look at my words, but he raised his glass and retreated back.
“You can drink! The first time I drank that… It was because I was tired from traveling! Come on, look!”
After shouting so enthusiastically, Fran slammed her mug-sized wooden cup full of liquor into one shot.
Oh god damn A while ago, I saw a New Tuber pass out after downing 10 cups of Spiritas on New Tube, and the video at that time was overlapping.
Gulp!
──Tak!
“Puh!”
Fran snorted while exhaling sweetly. Is she really okay with the fact that she looks finer than expected? She even thought for a moment.
Shaking.
Purr.
“Hey, your legs! Bridge!”
“Eh?”
Fran’s legs on the table trembled! Her small, innocent-looking face gradually turned red over time, like a frozen blue crab in boiling water.
Oh shit Could it be something like acute alcohol poisoning? Worried again, I ran to her side, and her franc struck her thigh with her own hand.
Damn!!
Having thus struck her on her own leg with a loud noise, stopping her trembling, Fran stood proudly with her arms folded under her breasts.
“Gochan-ah!”
“No, it doesn’t look like you’re paying attention at all.”
What a bluff when her tongue is twisted and she can’t even pronounce it properly. I couldn’t figure out what to do with the way her head was smashed by a glass of abcaddy.
Every bit of a bit—.
In the meantime, Fran picked up Abcady again. Even her hands were shaking, and she ended up filling up her second cup with tenacity like a treacherous grandpa looking for a porn site.
“Are you going to drink again?”
“No, no, no…”
Are you a fucking cat in heat? When I was stunned by the cuteness that flashes in without blinking, Fran, who had finished her drink, held out her glass.
“Ruler!”
What does ‘ja’ mean ‘ja’?
Does it mean drink and grow?
I hated the hot scent of abcaddy that was pushed in. It feels like the smell of alcohol is entering my fucking brain! He covered her nose with the back of her hand and took three steps back.
“Hey! It’s not a joke, so don’t stick it out here!”
“Uh? It smells like francs… ?”
“No, not you, but alcohol, alcohol.”
Frans sniffing at her with her nose in her darling’s arm. I quickly grabbed a bottle of Abcady and plugged her stopper.
“This is over now. Don’t drink anymore Even thinking about cancer, he’s not a drinker. If you put this in a flask containing microorganisms and shake it a few times, you can drink it without getting sick.”
“Don’t drink… ? Gkuna…”
Fran, sullen, stretched her shoulders and brought the glass from her hand to his mouth—no, why the hell are you drinking that again?
“Hey, stop! I support that. Come here.”
Poof!
He snatched the cup with the francs. Then she looked at me as if expecting something. Are you going to drink? Right? I mean, it feels the same way.
“… Write.”
It is impossible to have a logical conversation with a drunk. I knew that well, so I decided to try just one bite.
──Gulp.
“—Oweeeee.”
It looks like her tongue is burning! As soon as I swallowed one bite, I took it away.
Did you hit this one-shot? Is your stomach okay? After drinking all the fucking shit, it looks like you’ll vomit it on the spot until this morning?
“… Noru, are you a sulmyokmyasher?”
Fran said with a sad face. That expression made me feel like I was losing half of my life, so I was moved. What are you saying about the topic that you also have a glass of alcohol and the fuse goes out and you are enduring with the spinal reflex auto mode?
“I know how to drink. And who is Noru? Am I an elk?”
“I don’t know… If you don’t, then nya Joe.”
After saying that, he reached out for the glass and quickly raised it high. Somewhere, a guy less than 160 feet bets Nord-sama, who is over 180cm in height, from high to high.
“Write. Don’t drink more than this. You can’t go to work tomorrow?”
“Sir. I want to see you… It’s because Juin Ajunmya doesn’t like that. Don’t drink it, so I drank it…”
“The owner lady did a good job on that.”
Did she decide not to sell it after seeing Fran drink this and end up like that?
The inn owner was a nicer person than I thought. Among the merchants from other worlds, it is common to see those who go overboard with the remaining money, saying that it is the way to go even to those who are about to die from eating pesticides.
“If the roe deer don’t eat it, I’ll eat it…”
“No. Don’t give go away.”
Like a drunk person, he doesn’t even listen to what he says. I backed away as the franc approached. But before I could think what to do, my back hit the wall.
“Noruu…”
Fran, who was out of his mind from drunkenness, clung to my body. Then he stood on tiptoe and reached for the glass I held high.
Of course, her height difference wasn’t that much to be overcome—but she had only one weapon to overcome her 30 cm height difference.
No, there were two.
─Bubijeok Bubijeok.
——Two large masses pressed against my lower body.
The texture was completely different from the last time, when the leather armor and underwear were tightly packed like Korean snacks. Damn, so far, it seems that it was almost vacuum packaging, let alone over-packing!
“Keep!”
I screamed and screamed.
Our height difference is about 30cm. And the crown of Fran, who was standing in my arms, was now near my stomach.
The fact that the top of my head was in the pit of the stomach meant that my shoulders were around the navel, and that meant——without Fran’s countermeasures, my large breasts gently covered my chest!
Fucked! If I keep going like this, the sleeping Juji-Anaconda wakes up in the canyon of my crotch!
“Poem, fuck!”
Shaking my body, I emptied my head and took a shot of the liquor in my hand. It was because he thought Fran would give up only when the drink was gone.
Gulp! Honey… Knock!!!
I almost erupted from the second fucking sip. In response, I made the most of the open-esophageal drinking method I learned as a graduate student and emptied the glass!!
Fuck and then I could scream!!
“Gyaahiah !!! Gyahak!! (It hurts!!) Gyahak!! (Sick!!)”
I became an ancient Jammin and cried out!
Sick!! This is drunk and fucking and my throat just fucking hurts before!!
─In modern chemistry, the hydroxy group present in an alcohol molecule has a property that is easy to combine with water.
The reason why alcohol with high alcohol content burns as it passes through the esophagus is because this functional group generates heat by hydrogen bonding with water in the body. Once I learned that
But human beings are fucking stupid creatures. After paying the expensive tuition in college and learning it, I didn’t realize it at all until I experienced it with my body!
“Two t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t y T y T y T y T y T y T y T y T y T y
I couldn’t help but scream as I experienced that damn chemical formula with my own body!
The inside of his throat itches like some fucking boiling water has been poured into it!! The gastric juices twisting like a rhinoceros beetle covered in hydrochloric acid made it feel almost tangible!
“Lol. You drank.”
Fran then pressed close to me and rubbed his face. The soft-looking cheeks are very attractive, but it was difficult for me to even point at myself because I was plagued by Sikdo, who tried to rummage in pain, and Juji, who tried to rummage.
Tilted-.
The body leaned against its limit! Fuck! Am but it’s too clichéd to fall here over francs here!
So I squeezed out the last bit of strength and twisted my body.
“Kiyo oh oh oh!!”
Thud!!
“Geek.”
“Kyaa♥”
Me, who raised a voice like a trampled frog, and the happy Fran. In this inn room, all the chaos-destroying oblivion that humans can achieve with alcohol existed.
“Ughguk… Ha ha…”
I took a deep breath, holding back the pain in the back of my head. I fell to the floor and it really hurts so badly.
However, as I lay down, my head felt a little more room. I came up with a way out of this situation. It felt like lightning struck inside my head.
Humans who handle mana become stronger because the mana in their bodies increases the functions of their body organs. That’s why even abilities that are difficult to become strong through training, such as eyesight, are trained.
So what about the liver?
If we use mana well, wouldn’t it be possible to strengthen the liver’s ability to produce alcohol enzymes? With that idea in mind, I closed my eyes and raised the mana catheter all over my body. He tried to concentrate the mana flowing through his body into his liver.
─Mulkyong.
But it feels like a fucking weird feeling.
I opened my eyes slightly and searched for the source of the discomfort. I saw Fran climb on top of me and stare at me.
“… Nor.”
It was an anxious voice. With that voice, I understood a hundred times how men who are preoccupied with the beauty world feel. I knew 100% why I was possessed by a female spy or succubus.
It’s not just because of skin contact. The smell wafting in, the sound of excited breathing, and the pounding heart were enough to volatilize a person’s reason.
Humans are creatures of hormone action from the very beginning. It is impossible unless you are a eunuch or a gay man to be okay with being fit with a woman.
Of course, I was neither a eunuch nor a gay. In this situation, Juji is a wholesome adult man who gets blown away.
“… Ha ha, really.”
Seruk.
I reached out and touched Frank’s cheek. She rubbed her cheek against my hand, pretending to be tickled.
Actually, I did notice too.
There was so much circumstantial evidence that people who didn’t know about it, such as opening the window and showing their faces in the bath, calling them into the room with wet hair, drinking alcohol in a closed room with only the two of them.
Even so, the reason I pretended not to know until the end was because of this fucking Anaconda Juji.
My cock affected by Beast Return was too big to be honest. For some reason, he didn’t even know why he became a +18 Legendary cock. I was very hesitant to carry out the rebellion without knowing why.
“Nor… Smells good…”
But the bastard who makes excuses and bounces here is not a man, let alone a macho. A bastard like that had better get off his cock and bite his tongue.
I met Fran’s eyes as he buried his face in my chest.
No more moodless conversations were needed.
We tangled together and kissed.
