Smith， a Black Company in Another World 462

Chapter 462 – Ep.461 Kalan Grand Forest

“Hmm~ Tsk… ?”

I woke up to a sudden yawn.
And then I blinked at the ceiling, which seemed somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar.

‘… Right. ‘I slept in the living room.’

I diligently tested my newly acquired skills with Siran and my sister until late at night.

Only after successfully breaking the record for the highest ejaculation did I let go of the two people with their bellies swollen as if they were pregnant. The problem was that it was too late, and I couldn’t go to Kernax while covered in sweat and other things, so I ended up going down to the first floor and fell asleep with my face buried in Nemea’s chest.

‘Where did you go?’

If it were other lovers, they would have continued to sleep while hugging me until I woke up, but our Nemea disappeared, leaving me alone on the sofa.

“What time is it?”

It’s definitely morning when you see the sun shining brightly.
Then it was time for Gienna to come down and prepare breakfast, but there was nothing prepared in the kitchen.

“What.”

I scratched my stomach and got up and headed to the kitchen. Then, after quenching my thirst with cool water, I walked up the stairs.

“There is none.”

I opened each room one by one, but the room was completely cleaned, probably because I used a scroll, and I couldn’t find any traces of the lovers.

I had no choice but to go up to the third floor to wash myself and see Kernax.

“Hmm?”

For some reason, Tania is standing where Kernax should be.

I thought about talking to him, but decided against it.
That’s because he was basking in the sun with a too lazy expression.
Plus, I knew where the lovers had gone.

‘We were all washing together.’

Clothes lying in front of the bathroom.

I looked at them and thought for a moment.
Is it right to go in like this?

‘It feels like I’m having a women-only gathering.’

Aside from that, it also made me think that Shiron, a sleepyhead, was stuck there. If it were Siron’s personality, he would sleep lazily until breakfast, or even if he woke up, he would come to me and fall asleep again in my arms.

‘Should I skip today?’

I turned around and took out a scroll from the drawer.

Hwaaaaa!!

A refreshing breeze sweeps around my body, sweeping away the sweat and dirt that has clung to my body. Your body becomes soft and fluffy in an instant.

“The panties… Ah, I found it.”

I put on Shiron’s panties, which I had left in her room, and came back down to the first floor. I’m thinking of making something before the lovers come down.

‘It’s been a while so I don’t know if I can do well.’

It was when I was taking out materials from the storage room I had brought in.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I headed to the front door when I heard a polite knock on the door.

“Who are you?”
“… “It’s Iona.”

I quickly opened the door when I heard the happy name.

“… Hello.”

Perhaps without her glasses, she frowned and bowed her head towards me.

“What’s going on?”
“… “I brought you what you asked for.”
“Ask? Oh, ingredients?”
“… Yes.”

Iona stepped behind her slightly and pointed with her hand to her side.

To respond, I peeked out the door and found a large amount of wooden luggage and very heavy-looking bundles that had been piled up for some time.

‘Did it move with magic?’

Obviously, there was nothing like that until yesterday evening.
The more I look at the elf race, the more diverse their talents seem to be.
Well, it’s mostly magic.

“Have you had breakfast by any chance?”
“… No.”
“Then, please come in for a moment. “I was already trying to prepare breakfast.”
“… Then.”

I thought she would refuse, but to my surprise, she followed me inside as if she had waited.
If you’re making a sacred object, you can make it in any time as long as you have the materials, so move the materials into the mansion later and then make it.

“What have you been doing so far?”

Let’s spend some time with Iona while the lovers come down.

**

Wow ─

The water that filled her bathtub flowed over her high chin and onto her floor.

Amela looked across from her, smoothing her wet hair back behind her.

-You’re getting more and more sly?
-I like that kind of westerner, too.
-Hmm… As soon as I get a chance, he starts whispering his love to me and it’s getting hard to hold back.
-Me too. Are you thinking of me like a three-year-old child? .

Young people are gathered together to gossip about her husband and her husband. And at the end of it sits a sleazy bitch of similar age as the oldest with breasts slightly larger than her own floating above the water.

Amella slowly walked to Siran’s side and sat down next to her, carefully holding her shoulder.

“I have nothing to say~ Why don’t you go over there and talk about how you felt about last night.”
“… What.”

Ah Mela, who was about to say something serious, frowned and her cheeks blushed slightly.

Because her memories of last night were so strong that she could never forget them even for the rest of her life.

‘Bad boy… !!’

I don’t know how I got my nose pierced by a guy like that.
A bad guy who has repeatedly promised not to do it, but whenever he gets the chance, he treats him like an animal and brings shame…

‘… Shit.’

Ah Mela covered her face with her hands.

Who on earth are you insulting?
The biggest problem is that even though you can refuse, you pretend not to know and follow the order.

‘But what about good things… !!’

I don’t know since when.
But by the time I came to my senses, it was already too late.

Every time she received that gaze looking down at her, her lower stomach gave a shiver, and every time he stroked her head and scratched her chin as if praising a tamed animal, she felt an unknown happiness.

Amela glanced at the black cat who was chatting happily without realizing it.

‘I’m the same type as that bitch…’ …’

Although she really hates to admit it, Amela realized something yesterday.

When she was neglected by the only male she cared about, she found herself more excited than usual.

And that my heart beats and I become more sensitive when she whispers her love in a teasing way rather than when she expresses her ordinary affection.

“Sir… Sir.”
“Are you coming?”

Ah Mela pricked up her ears.

“What brought her Smith to meet her?”
“You don’t have to know~”
“… “I’m serious.”
“What should I do~”

As Siran slowly raised his fist, Nemea averted her gaze to the side.

Amela, who watched her like that from next to her, let out a short sigh.

‘It’s like a monster…’

The ferocity with which she raises her fist when she doesn’t like it even just a little bit.
After meeting Smith, the intensity of her violence certainly decreased, but she remained menacing.

“However… Sister.”

Amela wrinkled her forehead even as she spoke her own words at a title that rarely stuck to her lips.

“Well, why? If you want to talk loudly, go over there and hang out. “They’re so fucking close together in pairs.”

As soon as Siran, who had closed her eyes, opened them, she dropped her shoulders, which were held by Amela and Nemea. Only then did Siran close his eyes again.

“… “Didn’t something strange happen to you yesterday?”
“You got it.”

Siran, who didn’t seem to be answering, continued speaking while gently clutching his chest.

“It was like a dick was stuck right in her chest.”
“On her chest…” ?”
“It was so good it made my head explode.”

Perhaps recalling that moment, pale breast milk began to form on the tip of Ran’s chest and drip down to her bottom.

“You?”
“… “I’m here.”

Amela, who caught Siran’s gaze as she slowly opened her eyes, hesitated and pointed to her lower abdomen submerged in the water.

“Hey, did you hit her directly in the womb? “For some reason, he was barking and urinating like a dog.”
“What, what?! This crazy woman—”

Aaaaa!!

“Ugh… ?!”

Ah Mela bit her lip and twisted her body.

“What?”
“… Uh, uh, nii…”
“Okay.”

Siran let go of Amela’s breasts, which he had been clutching with the intention of tearing them apart.

Amela, with slightly dewy eyes around her eyes, glared at her Siran and said.

“You said you were tired of me too…”

She didn’t quite remember, but she clearly remembered that when she opened her eyes in the morning, her scent was still strong on her own body.

“What are you going to do with her back being loose?”
“…”

But her Siran’s reaction was different from what Amela expected.
Instead of expressing her shame, she came out confidently, saying, ‘What’s wrong with that?’

“You bitch. “Just have fun when we’re together, not outside.”
“… “I’m enjoying it.”
“Is a bitch like that getting upset over something that wet her face? Among all the bitches here, which one doesn’t pee? Isn’t that right, daughter?”

Siron, who had been secretly listening to the elders’ story, was startled.

“Anyway, it’s not good for a pregnant woman to stay in the water for a long time. And my husband must have been bored, so he brought another female inside, so I can quickly come down and have some fun with her.”
“What?! This idiot… !!”

She quickly got out of the bathtub and ran outside, thinking that this was her chance when Siron hesitated when asked if she had urinated.

“Then please excuse me.”
“Okay. “I need to rest, but I’m sorry I woke you up for no reason.”
“No.”

Kernax smiled softly at Siran, who was more kind than she thought, and went out with Nyaho and I on either side of her.

“Amela.”
“… What.”

Siran chuckled at her dissatisfied voice.

“You will regret it later.”
“… “Please don’t say things like that endlessly, but tell me in a way that everyone can understand at once, so what’s the point?”
“Who do you like?”
“… “So why did you call me?”

Siran, who had a mischievous expression on his face, slowly stood up.

“When you arrive at that bitch’s fortress, Ardel, send a letter using the top of the she-cat.”
“Letter? “What a letter.”
“To your bitch’s head.”

Amela’s expression hardened.

“… Contents is.”
“I’ll come visit you soon.”
“… Write that her older sister told her to do it. Otherwise, I won’t send it.”
“I see.”
“… Tsk.”

Despite her reluctant expression, Amela nodded her head.

“And Nemea.”
“…”

She looked at Siran quietly without answering.

Siran looked into her golden eyes as they turned towards her, and she took hold of the decoration of her token which she wore around her neck.

Wow ─

Then she got up without another word and left the bathroom.

“What?”
“… I do not know.”

Contrary to her answer, Nemea got out of the bathtub as if running away and chased after Siran.

“… “What is it really?”

Amela, who was left alone, grumbled and quietly left the bathroom.