Smith， a Black Company in Another World 190

Chapter 190 – Ep.190 Smith, a Black Company in Another World

Wow.

A gray strappy tank top that was pulled from both sides and stretched heavily.

“Mr. Mold. “Give me your hands.”

With her face unable to hide her embarrassment, she couldn’t resist my request and came out with her blacksmith’s work clothes.

However, she held out the clothes as if she would give them away, but at the end, she seemed unable to put them down.

Let’s say that again while pulling on our clothes.

“Really. Are you going to wear it?”
“Yes.”
“… “Okay.”

Ms. Mold let out a deep sigh and let go of her work clothes, which she had held carefully.

“If there is a warehouse or a place where I can avoid being seen, please let me know.”

All I have to do is take off my clothes and change my clothes.

At first, I felt like I just wanted to take off my shirt.

However, I knew that if I did something like that, Shiron’s fist would hit the top of my head later, so I decided to wear at least this thin tank top.

“Come this way.”

Ms. Mold’s complexion with her bronze skin became a little darker.

As I followed her a little deeper inside, listening to the sound of metal and hammers clanging around her, several rooms with walls at regular intervals appeared, unlike her open exterior.

“You can use this room.”
“Thank you.”

She opened her designated door and went inside.

“Is this a workshop too?”

Although it was a little different in shape and form from what was seen from the outside, inside the room there was a burnt-out furnace and anvils and hammers showing signs of age.

It seems to be a private space for skilled blacksmiths.

“Under. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

As I was about to take off her shirt and put on her thong tank top, a small feeling of self-destruction came over me.

It would have been nice if the size had roughly matched.

“This isn’t anything at all. “It might explode.”

For a long time, I opened the small string tank top and forced my head in.

“Than you think… “Is it stretching well?”

Was it made from a special material?

Contrary to what I expected, the tank top stretched like a rubber band, and when I popped my head out and pulled it down, it clung to my body perfectly.

“Is it comfortable?”

It felt much cooler as my armpits and chest were clearly exposed, and most of all, there was no discomfort at all in moving my arms.

When I wear a shirt or baggy top, it always feels tight and feels like it might tear if I move my body even a little, so I always move carefully, but with this one, I didn’t have to worry about that at all.

The visuals are a little shocking, but other than that, I really like this outfit.

“I’m glad you shaved off all your hair.”

Siron, who was furious that it was unfair that he was the only one without hair, declared that he would shave off my precious cock hair, and through compromise, I was able to protect my cock hair by giving up my useless arm hair.

“But maybe because I had sex without stopping every day, my muscles didn’t completely die.”

Feeling liberated for the first time in a long time outside, I briefly relaxed my muscles by posing in various poses.

After I warmed up sufficiently, I took off my shirt and went outside again.

“Aaaaah!!”
“W-What is it?!”

As soon as the door was opened, Mr. Mold suddenly screamed and squatted on the floor.

She mumbled, hugging her knees and burying her face completely in them.

“Why, why did you come out naked?!”
“… Yes?”

At Ms. Mold’s shout, I thought her clothes had been torn without her knowledge, so she quickly lowered her head.

“… ?”

Of course, the clothes were fine.

I grabbed the guy that was sticking to my skin and let go, and it was okay!! And there was even a cracking sound.

“I’m wearing it properly.”
“I saw you naked!!”

No, this woman?

The clothes are a bit tight, so it doesn’t feel like I’m wearing anything but the top, but it still covers all the areas that should be properly covered.

What. The only part she has to cover is her breasts…

… So why do I have to cover my breasts?

I felt drained again before I even started.

No. No. Come to your senses, you bastard Smith.

If this is just the process for a brilliant future, you can endure it as much as you want.

After finally coming to my senses, I walked over to Ms. Mold, who was squatting on the floor, and held her hand tightly.

“Heek?!”
“No, what is that reaction? “If someone sees it, they’ll think they’re eating it.”
“Hey, let go of this!! “I am a craftsman who has sworn chastity to the blacksmith god!!”
“Who said what? “Give me your hand for a moment.”

Really, why are the women here so strong?

On the outside she was just a pretty girl with nice muscles, but no matter how much I grabbed her arm and pulled her, she wouldn’t budge.

And what does blacksmithing have to do with chastity?

“Give me your hand quickly. Or do you really take it all off?”
“Hi!! W, it’s here!!”

Ms. Mold was startled and stretched out her hand, which was being held by me.

I took it and put the tank top that was clinging to my stomach into her hand.

“Now, look. “Are you wearing it properly?”
“… ?”

With her head still on her knees, Mr. Mold traced her abdomen with the palm of her hand, causing her to react strangely by occasionally flinching and trembling.

So some time passed.

“Really… “You’re wearing it.”
“That’s right. Who do you really know as a pervert?”
“… Sorry.”

Ms. Mold struggled to get up from her seat, radiating heat from her face that made her bronzed skin flush, and bowed to me several times to apologize.

It’s a bonus that her lovely breasts sway from side to side every time, making my eyes happy.

“Just this one time.”

She didn’t do anything wrong, and what kind of man wouldn’t accept a beauty who bows down to apologize like this?

“But what are all the rooms here?”

Mr. Mold answered that question while glancing at me.

“Advanced… Blacksmiths received individual requests… This is a private room used when…”

She may have thought that she spoke smoothly in her own way, but I could tell that every time her eyes squinted at me, the length of her speech became longer.

“This room must have had an owner too.”
“… That’s me.”

She lifted her hand and cleared her throat.

It was as if he was appealing to me that he was a great blacksmith. It feels like that.

I didn’t react too much and just nodded once.

“Oh, and is it okay if I take a look at the people working outside?”
“Uh… It’s okay, but… Now, please stay here for a moment.”

Mr. Mold quickly ran back the way he came, leaving me alone.

And then, much later than she thought, she came back, catching her breath.

Standing in front of me, she was startled and quickly lowered her eyes.

But, funny enough, her eyes kept coming up as time went by, and she was busy glancing at my body.

“Well, I think it’ll be okay. And if possible… “Please refrain from suddenly touching yourself.”
“No, that’s not true?”
“Yes, yes. Yeah, that’s right. Sorry.”

I guess he still hasn’t remembered the fact that he grabbed her arm earlier.

“Then I will go.”

All she did was go back to where she came from, but Ms. Mold strangely appeared to catch her breath several times.

She followed behind her and walked outside again, but unlike before, she did not hear the noise of iron and hammer that should have been loud.

It wasn’t until I came out that I found out why.

Before we went inside, the blacksmiths who had been concentrating on pounding the heated iron had stopped their work all at once.

… What. What’s wrong.

Why is everyone staring at me with a red-hot piece of metal in front of them?

Chi-Ik-

In the still silence, the sound of something burning was heard.

When I turned my head, I saw a blacksmith with blank eyes and bright red liquid dripping from his nostrils.

Every time the dripping nosebleed touched the heated iron underneath, it produced black smoke and the sound I had just heard.

Kangkangkang!!

A dull sound hitting the eardrums.

She said, striking a nearby anvil with her small hammer, which she had no idea where Mr. Mold had gotten it from.

“Start working again!!”

-Ah.
―Now, work… I have to do it.
―It seems like the temperature is a bit low, but it seems like it needs to be heated up a little more… Big.

The blacksmiths each uttered a word and quickly turned their gaze away from me. However, after only a few seconds, everyone started glancing at me again, mumbling various reasons to themselves.

I scratched my head shyly –

“Puhup!!”
“Blood, blood…”

I just lifted my left arm, but blacksmiths appeared one after another here and there, making groaning noises and clutching their noses.

“Mr. Smith.”

I turned my head when I heard a familiar voice, and Gienna, with blushing cheeks, was standing in front of me.

“I think it’s okay, but I think Shiron and the other kids would say the outfit is a bit too revealing.”
“That’s right.”

Chest. That’s not much different from covering only the top of the nipple and leaving the rest peeled off.

It even hugs the body so well that it shows off the lines of the abs that have been trained so far, so it might actually be no different from going bare-chested.

“But I can’t wear this if I’m going to hammer it.”
“Hammering… Okay. All right. “I will explain to the other children later.”

So, without asking much, I quietly left her blacksmith shop.

If Siron had remained, there would have been a very high probability that she would have tried to eat the honey chestnuts right away, or that she would have had a big fight with the blacksmiths here.

As expected, Giena…

A loving lover who will take my side no matter what.

This one looked like it needed to be petted in bed later.

After being briefly moved by Giena’s trust.

“Then.”

I walked slowly to find a blacksmith who could teach me how to hammer.

**

“Madam…”

Malina wiped the bleeding from her nose with the back of her hand.

She crumpled her face as she saw her own blood dripping onto her red hot iron.

[You must never stain blood on weapons whose owner is not known.]

It was one of the unwritten rules that blacksmiths should never break.

I don’t know why, but she didn’t hesitate to lower the near-finished iron onto her floor, as it had been a rule among blacksmiths since time immemorial.

‘Under… ‘What a sick bitch.’

After working odd jobs for five years, she was finally able to hold a hammer, but after less than a year she was kicked out.

Her work speed is already slow, and she ended up spilling her blood on the thing she was just about to complete, turning it into unusable scrap metal.

In order to meet today’s quota, I will have to skip meals and last through the night just to barely be able to meet it.

‘How did you seize this opportunity and then ruin it all because of just one man? ‘You sick bitch!!’

Malina cursed herself and quickly took a new piece of iron from the brazier and placed it on her anvil.

‘However… ‘Are all men in the city like that?’

The only men she has seen since she was born are her father and the men in her village.

Moreover, it was a misunderstanding that arose because it was virtually impossible for her, who had just become a blacksmith, to know Smith’s origins.

‘I won’t be able to eat it anyway… What are you doing? ‘Let’s just get to work.’

The other party is a guest invited directly by the lord.

The Lord I saw from afar was very beautiful.

Would a guest of such a lord be interested in the people who were born and ate in a blacksmith shop like this?

‘I should go to the dorm later and massage my pussy.’

Now that she’s done her own thing, she can just masturbate like she did before. She thought so.

‘But isn’t everyone working?’

Malina crumpled her face slightly in the silence of the surroundings.

‘Fuck… ‘If only the blood hadn’t dropped, I would have watched some more.’

She secretly envied the other senior blacksmiths and began hammering her new iron.

Kang, Kang, Kang-!!

I put my bubbling regret into her hammer and struck it hard several times.

She briefly put down her hammer for tempering and turned her body around with the iron held in her tongs.

Cheeeeek-!!

As soon as the red-hot iron entered the water, hot water rose.

‘… But how long do you plan on just watching?’

Now I felt the silence was so long that I felt worried rather than envious.

‘It’s my business. ‘They will take care of it.’

To be honest, if she hadn’t dropped the blood earlier, she wouldn’t have been able to take her eyes off the man for a while.

‘… ‘Are all men in the city so open-minded?’

I thought of the man who gave himself a bloody nose just because he stopped hammering for a moment.

‘Should I take a nap in the bathroom for a moment?’

I tried not to think about it, but the man’s exposed chest kept flashing before my eyes.

‘Let’s hold on a little longer…’

The very moment Malina started weighing her future with masturbation.

“Excuse me.”

A low, deep voice came from right behind me.

Malina thought for a moment that she was hallucinating her sexual desires.

However.

“Hey?”
“Heek?!”

She realizes that she wasn’t hallucinating when she felt the woman tapping her shoulder.

‘W-what?! Why? Ho, ho, ho, did I just say that?!’

All kinds of anxious thoughts flooded her mind.

“Hey?”
“Oh, yes, yes, four?!”

Malina was so startled by the man’s call that she turned around and answered in a cracked voice.

And the perky man’s body caught her eye.

Fuh-huh-

As soon as Malina felt that her nose was getting cold, she grabbed her nose very strongly with one hand.

“… Are you okay?”
“Yes, yep. “It’s okay.”

Holding her nose muffled her speech and it was very unsightly, but she didn’t even have the presence of mind left to care.

‘… ‘He’s really handsome.’

Her body is amazing, but more than anything, her face is amazing.

I liked the fact that her lines were thick, and the fact that her facial features were very distinct was also really attractive.

Even the black eyes that look more mysterious than anything else.

I felt like I was committing a sin by comparing myself to the village men.

“… “Should I?”

As she stared blankly at the man’s face, she heard a man’s voice in her ear.

Malina opened her mouth in surprise.

“S-sorry. “What do you say?”
“If you’re not busy, I was wondering if you could teach me how to hammer.”
“Hammer… Geography?”
“Yes. Hammer it. If possible, even your posture.”
“Ta-da… ?”

At that moment, tens of thousands of scenes were drawn in Malina’s mind.

The image of himself holding that thick wrist and kindly teaching him how to hit the hammer.

Himself standing behind her and correcting her posture.

Even the sight of him sticking next to me and giving friendly explanations.

‘But…’

It was difficult for her to even fill today’s quota.

“Also… “Will it be difficult?”
“Ah.”

When was it?

I remember hearing soldiers and knights talking about how if a man shows cuteness, he has no choice but to accept it even though he knows it.

‘It was real…’ …’

As soon as I saw the man’s sullen expression, my heart melted and my lower abdomen began to tremble as if someone was hitting me with a hammer.

Malina made eye contact with numerous senior blacksmiths who were staring at her from behind the man’s back.

―If you don’t want to get hit with a hammer, do your best. As soon as you notice.
-Who are you telling me to teach in your time? Go crazy.
-Stop fucking doing your job. If you don’t want the bamboo pole to break.

Everyone, without exception, shot a look with a bloody meaning in their eyes.

But they didn’t know.

“No. It’s not hard. “I will let you know.”

She knew that her youngest, who always quietly did what she was told to do without saying anything, would have a rebellious temperament.