Chapter 358 – Ep.357 Goldias Kingdom
In front of a window with sunlight streaming in.
“Fuck. “How come there are no windows?”
Amela grumbled, glaring at a building in the distance.
She was watching it from behind her, so she went out and put her lunch she brought from outside on her table and said,
“Let’s stop and have lunch first.”
“Ha, what kind of crazy person designed it like that?”
Amela fell from the window and sat down on her butt across from her on the sofa. She then picks up a sandwich with a chunk of fatty meat between the buns and puts it into her mouth.
Only then did I grab a bowl of salad and fill her belly with all the crunchy, fresh goodness.
“Have you ever cooked?”
“Little.”
In answer to Amela’s question, I continued by pointing to the plate she was holding.
“I am learning basic elf things. “What you are eating now, I learned about human food culture from Smith.”
“… That bastard. “Is there anything else you can do besides sandwiches?”
“Yes. Stew or grill. “He also knew how to make things like stew.”
“That’s right…”
Ah Mela narrowed her eyes as she looked out her window again.
Until now, she had been eating several sandwiches for free, but since she became independent, she has not even served a proper meal once.
“There are a lot of empty rooms.”
“… ?”
Amela blinked her eyes at the sudden sound and looked at me.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“I was telling you this because it seemed like the branch leader wanted to move his residence.”
“… Where to live?”
After giving her a small nod, I put some of her salad in my mouth and chew on it.
“Where…”
Amela thought for a moment, leaning her body against the back of her sofa.
Anyway, the guild building was completely destroyed due to the fight with Ardel, and most of the adventurers of the same level or higher who were going to receive the request left for another territory.
All that’s left are newborn chicks who need a little more education.
At most, chicks who are not given a grade can do sewer cleaning and other chores.
An ironic situation will arise where you will have to spend your own money to pay the salaries of the receptionists just by receiving such a request.
“Well, I guess it would be okay to live there until the new building is built.”
At this time, she was planning to take some time off and enjoy life for the first time in a long time.
As I watched Amela quietly, I thought to myself as she put down her now empty bowl.
Will Smith really let her go?
“I’m going to eavesdrop a little bit.”
When Amela asked that question while looking at herself, I responded with her calm expression.
“That’s your freedom, branch manager, but I won’t go.”
“Ha, hey. “Aren’t you worried about that bastard Smith?”
“Yes. “I’m not worried.”
This was sincere.
She had personally experienced Smith’s night technique and knew how great her virility was, so she really wasn’t worried about her at all.
On the contrary, it made her a little uncomfortable that another strong person she could not handle would step in as her rival.
“I know how much you think of that bastard Smith. “She says that crazy woman is not normal either.”
“Anyway, it is an unchangeable truth that as long as you are a female, you can’t move if you get stuck in Mr. Smith’s cock.”
“…”
Amella trusted Smith to an excessive degree, so she clicked her tongue when she saw me.
However, her showing this kind of trust was not simply due to her selfishness in Smith, but her trust was based on Smith’s appearance during the duel with the King of the South in the previous fortress.
Amela, unaware of this, sighed and continued her words.
“I think it’s because you don’t know much about the blood shark family, but those crazy bastards. “They’re crazy bitches who make males come into heat with their own blood.”
“… ?”
Because of her calm nature, I tilted my head slightly for the first time.
“If you’re in heat… “Are you talking about weak medicine?”
“Weak? If it’s at that level, I’d be happy. “It’s basic that they become so sensitive that they will cum just by touching them, and even though no more seeds come out, they just drive the male crazy to the point that his dick won’t die.”
“Weak… Weak…”
“Hey. Hey. “This bitch?”
Amela frowned at me, glaring at me or not, as she was only muttering the word aphrodisiac.
She felt like punching him, but since she had brought lunch, she decided to give it a go.
Fortunately, I soon came to her senses.
Asked Amela, quenching her thirst with the cold essence from her bottle, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
“Why is it weak? Is there a problem?”
“Yes. There is.”
“What’s the problem?”
Ginny turned her head towards her window for the first time.
It was a few months ago.
When a cheeky female cat visited the house, Smith swallowed the potion and turned into a ruthless male, attacking every female present, including himself. Very rough and radical.
I still remembered how she treated me as a mere tool to satisfy her lust.
Exciting!!
Her lower stomach trembled just thinking about that time when she treated him like a tool.
“Are you a rebel too? “Why are you talking so damn much?”
“…”
She looked like she was about to throw the empty bottle, so I turned her head to look at Amela, who was glaring at me, and gave her unfinished answer.
“The problem of increasing competitors… No see.”
**
“Okay…”
Her head hurt like it was going to explode.
It was a headache, like she was suffering from a terrible hangover.
‘Wow, what a pain in the ass…’
She barely managed to lift her heavy eyelids and saw the dark ceiling.
It’s a ceiling I don’t remember.
“Ah.”
It was a motel room.
I feel like my thinking has slowed down, perhaps because of the headache.
In addition, I had a headache and my overall body felt lethargic.
This feeling of her stretching so hard that it was difficult to even lift a finger.
It feels like cotton filled with water.
And the area where my back touched was soggy and wet that I felt very bad.
‘However…’
Where are Siron and Siran?
She tried hard to turn her head, but she couldn’t find them anywhere on the bed, which was stained with all kinds of body fluids and love juices.
“Okay…”
My head was throbbing.
I frowned and tried to remember.
After completely sending Shiran away by using his giant form, he put Shiron on top of him and mercilessly stabbed Siran’s unconscious pussy again with his cock, suppressing Shiran, who hated him, and forcibly tormenting his butt hole.
‘Uhm…’
I fumbled a little more.
Siran’s uterus could no longer hold the semen, so semen gushed out, and just in time, all the magical energy that had been injected into the dick to make it huge was used up and it returned to its original size.
He pressed down Siran’s swollen stomach and stuck his cock into Siron’s pussy, shaking his waist without stopping until Siron fainted and fell down.
Memories that had been cut off began to come back to me sporadically, as if watching a movie. And I’ve had a similar experience once before.
Perhaps it was after taking the aphrodisiac pills that Nya Ho had brought her as a gift.
Gradually, my body began to feel hot, and I developed anger management problems, treating my lovers like very messy slaves.
Still, I was conscious from beginning to end at that time, and even after waking up, I immediately remembered the things I had done. But now, only very fragmentary parts of my memory came to mind, as if I had fallen asleep in between.
The problem is that the fragments are very unusual content.
I casually committed the kinds of things that are hard to put into words to Siran.
‘Is he crazy?’
No matter how angry I was at Siran and how much I wanted Siran to be bullied, the things I did in my memory honestly seemed like I had crossed the line.
Previously, making Ardella urinate was at the level of cuteness, but the softest thing to mention was that she penetrated Siran’s back maiden.
Oh my god. The weakest thing is that it has a hole in the back that can only accommodate three fingers.
I struggled to turn my head, holding on to my pounding headache and dizzying mind.
I saw a damp blanket, and as I looked a little further down, I saw his right hand clenched into a fist.
I am clenching my fist.
In other words, it means holding something.
Gulp-
My parched tongue and throat grated and I swallowed dry saliva.
Two strings held in hand.
I looked at the end of the row of beds and carefully called out his name with a deep voice.
“… Siran, sir?”
Slurp.
One of the lines leading down moved, and soon bright red hair rose from under the bed.
Shiran put his arms around the bed, brushing away his hair that was cluttered and dirty with all sorts of things.
My eyes naturally turned to Siran’s neck, which was full of colorful marks.
A black background accessory worn around the neck.
Ugh.
At that time, Siran gently tugged on his leash, and with a mischievous smile he had never shown before, he silently touched his lips.
-Main. Person. Sir.
Even though he committed it, it seems he committed it firmly.
