Smith， a Black Company in Another World 41

Chapter 41 – Ep.41 Smith, a Black Company in Another World

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“Hmm.”

I opened my eyes to the clear sound of birds.
I’ve been feeling this lately, but it feels like fainting has become a daily routine.
I remember sticking it into the butthole of cheeky girl number 4, but that was all I remembered.

Well, I almost collapsed along the way.
It’s strange that I’ve dealt with over 20 women on my own and still have a body left.

“But where is this again?”

It did not seem to be a den of cultists, as the beds were soft and there was luxurious furniture in the windows that let in warm sunlight.
Or maybe it was that girl number 4 who fell in love with my dick and moved me to a better place.

Growling.

“This damn bastard, he’s growling like crazy without even noticing anything.”

But I will admit it this time.
I don’t know how many days I’ve been lying down, but I haven’t eaten a single meal since the evening I was kidnapped, so I can’t help but cry out that I’m hungry.

“I don’t know where, but I’d like you to let me eat something first.”

And if possible, it would be better if you could tell me where it is. Also, when I checked God-Company’s information window, there was no change in Siron’s score, so I didn’t think I needed to worry too much for now.

I was lying blankly on the soft bed for a while, looking up at the white ceiling.

The door opposite the bed opened silently.
A woman wearing a pure white robe came in through the wide open door.

She’s wearing a robe, and if you ask her how she knows she’s a woman, she’ll tell you it’s because of the huge mamma barrel that makes her want to bury her face in it.

Anyway, the woman who came in saw me laying on the bed and just lifting her head. She closed the door and came towards me.

“How are you feeling?”
“Uh… “I think I’m fine other than being hungry.”

I was paralyzed for a few seconds by a voice that was clearer than any woman’s voice I had ever heard.

“Well, I’ve been lying down for three days, so I’m sure I’m hungry. “Wait a moment.”

The woman said that and left the room.
When she came back again she was carrying a plate of steaming meat stew.

“Even if you’re hungry, hold on to this for now. “Suddenly eating a lot is not good for your health.”
“Ah, yep. Thank you.”

I don’t know who it was, but seeing him prepare food for me like this made me think he wasn’t such a bad person, so I quickly took the plate full of stew and ate it with a spoon.

“You eat generously.”
“Oh, sorry. “I’m so hungry.”
“No. It looks much better than just eating it. “Give it to me.”

The woman took the empty plate and placed it on the table near her.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions now, so don’t be too pressured to answer them. “It’s just a procedural question.”

I nodded.

“What is your name and age?”
“Smith. “I am twenty-six.”
“What is your occupation and status?”
“Uh… I was working as a receptionist for an adventurer’s guild, but recently I took on a different job. My status is that of a slave.”
“Good night. So when you were kidnapped by the cultists, did they do something to you? “They tried to instill strange ideas or something like that.”
“Hmm…”

Looking at the flow of the conversation, it seemed that the woman in front of her was not a cult member.
Isn’t the robe itself white, the exact opposite of that of a cultist?

But it’s okay if I don’t say that…
I wasn’t indoctrinated with ideology, but I felt like it would be okay to keep my mouth shut after fucking like crazy on a strange altar.

“Fortunately, I didn’t receive anything like that.”
“Right. Got it.”

That was the end of the question.
As I said at first, these were really innocuous questions.

“I’ll bring you a meal when the time comes. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Hmm… “I don’t think there is one.”
“Okay. “Then, rest well until evening.”
“Excuse me…”

I stopped the woman who was leaving with her empty bowl.

“What? “Have you even thought about what you need?”
“That’s not it… “I have some questions, but I thought it would be okay to ask you a question.”
“It’ll be okay.”

The woman put down her plate again and turned her body towards me.

“If it’s okay for you to answer, I’ll answer.”
“Thank you. Then… “Where are we?”
“Hmm? “Don’t you even recognize the symbol of the fertility god?”

The woman pointed to six pairs of faint wings painted on the ceiling.
It seems that those six pairs of wings are a symbol of Lapitera, the god of abundance. Seriously, I just found out about it for the first time.

“This is the temple of Lapitera, the god of abundance.”
“… Is this Mallingta?”
“Okay.”

I don’t know what it is, but it looks like I was rescued safely.

“The adventurers who were with us… ?”
“Everyone is safe. However, unlike you, they have to go through a slightly more rigorous verification process, so we cannot meet right now.”
“Okay.”

Petrmira.
A cult that reveres each penis as a sacred object and is fanatically obsessed with the love between women.

I nodded my head in response to the woman’s words.
Anyway, it seemed like the Shirons had been rescued safely, so I felt more at ease than before.

“The question is, is that all?”
“Oh, when can we go out?”
“I’m not sure about that.”
“… Do you have any problem?”
“Please don’t ask any more questions about that.”
“Ah, yep. “Then, could you please tell the guild some news about me?”
“I already told you about that, so don’t worry about it.”
“Aha. Thank you.”
“Is this really the end?”

She asked, turning her body halfway to pick up her bowl.

“It’s a bit of a question, but what should I call you?”
“Hmm… Well, feel free to call me Nemea.”
“Yep. Nemea.”
“Then I will come back in the evening.”

Nemea quietly left the room with the empty bowl.

Once I was alone again, I lay down on the soft bed, rubbing my stomach to relieve some of my hunger.

“So, are they all captured?”

Woman No. 4, who comes to mind only after you are full.
She laughed at me and said that she was belittling my proud alter ego, but as soon as I stuck her dick in her asshole, she walked away, splattering her pussy juice.
Compared to Kernax, who still had a hard time even uttering a single word with her fingers, it was clear that she had been using her butt hole frequently on a regular basis. Otherwise, she would normally have fainted and screamed in pain.

“But is it execution for being a xie jiao?”

Surprisingly, I have never seen anyone die since I came to this world.
I have seen the corpses of beasts and monsters countless times.

Even in the guild, confirming the identity of dead adventurers has always been the responsibility of the female receptionists, so it may be natural.

“It’s an execution…”

It’s clear that they are very vicious guys who kidnap and brainwash people, but what can I say? However, I also thought that it was not a good idea to kill him.
However, this is an idea that can be done because no damage has been done.

If such a group existed on Earth, I would have been kidnapped by a group of crazy psycho gays and had my butthole burned… As a man, he must have suffered the greatest humiliation and shame and suffered for the rest of his life.

“Wow… “Just thinking about it gives me a hard time.”

After all, someone said that when looking at other people’s sins, you should think from the victim’s perspective, and I think that’s very true.
If those guys had done something weird to Siron, I would have tried to kill them right away.

Gurgling.

“Wow…”

It seems that the intestines have started to work now, perhaps because the hunger has subsided and the tension has eased.

Gurgling—!!

“Woah, bathroom… !!”

It wasn’t the time to relax and worry about others.
If you make a mistake, you will be socially executed.

**

“How was his condition?”
“There was nothing special. “Seeing as he looks for food as soon as he wakes up, I don’t think he needs to worry too much physically or mentally.”
“I guess so. “He is different from other men.”
“Well, it certainly was.”

While answering Agatha’s question, Nemea nodded, remembering the image of Smith standing alone at the underground altar of the Petrummy Church.

Unlike a typical man who, rather than satisfying a woman, just spreads his fist after cumming, this man named Smith stood alone even after sending away more than twenty women.

“I didn’t know that before I died, I would see the apostle of the Petrami religion being hugged by a man and spouting out his sermons.”
“Hehe, we will see each other often from now on.”

Agatha picked up the teacup on the table and quenched his thirst.

“Under… I’m still angry. Even though I wanted to eat it, I held back and only recently was able to get a glimpse of it… Bears like rats in the waters of wealthy underground…”

The teacup in Agatha’s hand crumbled in her hand like a dead leaf.

“Thanks to you, I saw new possibilities.”
“Ha, yeah. It looks like he must be the man that Lafitera spoke about through his oracle. Who would have thought that he would even bring those vicious bitches into submission.”

It was probably a good thing that Agatha and Nemea captured the apostles of the Petrine Church alive. After all, to a cultist, an apostle is nothing more than a puppet.

When an apostle who received grace dies, the grace comes to a new believer and becomes a new apostle, so what is the point of holding on to it?

Of course, since the clergy could be infinitely cruel to cultists, there were several attempts to prevent the captured apostles from committing suicide by disfiguring their bodies.

Nevertheless, the apostles could not survive for a few days and were twisted to death like dry old trees. After several attempts, they were able to come to the conclusion that the apostles must periodically return to their home base and receive some kind of strength to continue their lives.

In other words, it has become a natural thing for priests to just slit the throats of apostles who do not open their mouths to any torture, much less to appease, when they are found.

In such a situation, Nemea saw the apostle of the Petrami religion, the most poisonous of the cultists, being crushed under a man and repeatedly screaming in pleasure, and it occurred to her that she might be able to eradicate the cult. In the end, all four apostles were captured and brought back.

“Then, let’s go.”
“Do you want to do it yourself?”
“Yes. This is something that a bitch like an animal has finally agreed to, so we have to proceed before those bitches dry up and die. And if you do it yourself, you can firmly educate him so that he won’t talk nonsense.”
“I understand you’re angry, but that doesn’t mean you should kill him.”

Agatha just smiled, shook the pieces of the teacup that stuck to her hand on the floor, and quietly left the room.