Chapter 29 – 28. I Might Die Soon.
28
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Garbage site for separate collection at the back of the public health center.
I knocked on the floor with an overturned trash can on top of it.
“Ugh…”
I wonder if I bought it because it was pretty, or if I thought this was enough, a small trash can the size of several cup ramen containers piled up.
Bang! Bang! Every time I knocked on the floor, there was a white piece of paper inside. White tissue paper. A white liquid poured out all the way down.
I didn’t know it when I was mixing my body, but when I faced that amount of semen with my mind, something seemed to come up inside me.
It’s to the point where I feel grateful to Shiro who swallowed it down like it was delicious.
Would you like me to lick Shirou’s cunt next time?
I kept tapping the floor with my head slightly turned to the side.
Until nothing spills out from inside.
“Oh really…”
I turned the trash can over, thinking it was all out, and the toilet paper and pieces of paper clinging to the wall of the trash can fluttered and greeted me.
It was obvious why it stuck, even without touching it.
I can’t.
There’s no way a trash can like this would be expensive, and before Shiro and I poured out a lot, it was just a few plastic trash…
Cudangtangtang.
The end of a trash can is to become garbage by itself.
I even threw out the trash can and cleaned my hands.
This is the end of the destruction of evidence. Now, only me and Shiro know what happened in the room for three hours.
After tidying up the messy clothes, as if nothing had happened, I headed for Shiro’s private carriage, which was stopped.
When I arrived at the large parking lot connected to the dump by foot, I saw a familiar carriage among several carriages.
Unlike me, who worked hard to break my back, the coachman is resting leisurely while feeding the horse grass.
I wonder if such a sweet position is getting the same salary as me.
As I approached him with empty thoughts, the coachman’s head turned to me, feeling the presence.
“You must have had a hard time?”
“Yes?”
“I heard you were sweating profusely on your way to the garbage dump.”
Uh.
Caught?
Already?
Unlike me who was hardened, the coachman continued to feed the horse grass as if it was no big deal.
“You must have done a general cleaning, right?”
“Oh, yes, cleaning.”
I was taken back from an unexpected place, and a very unnatural answer came out.
I thought I was caught doing what Shiro and I were doing, but he said it because he saw me walking away with a trash can.
After letting out a breath that had been temporarily blocked, I gave a slight sales smile.
“I thought you were going to do something promiscuous at work because you went in with the baron, but I guess that’s not it?”
“Yes?”
“Aren’t you a sex slave who is loved by the baron enough to tear up slave documents?”
“…”
“Well… If I had really volunteered at the health center, I wouldn’t have walked out like this right now.”
“…”
“I’m not even fussing too much.”
The coachman’s eyes scanned my legs and back as I stood still.
It’s not that I was caught, it seems that I knew who I was from the beginning.
Just because I don’t know the coachman’s face, I can’t guarantee that the coachman won’t know me either.
Well, since the maids were also commoners, I must have been the only slave in the mansion.
Such a slave suddenly wears a suit and becomes Shiro’s secretary?
How far did my story spread among the servants?
A sex slave who created a miracle of rising status with just 3 days of sex… Maybe.
“Mr. Veles. Ah. You don’t know my name. My name is Odin.”
“Odin…”
Whether it was grown or not shaved, he was an impressive man with a messy mustache.
It reminded me of getting into the carriage, ignoring his greetings because of my erection in the morning, so I deliberately bent down to accept his handshake.
It was a name that seemed incredibly strong for some reason.
To the extent that even if he was not a coachman, but a sword master who made a name for himself on the continent, he would nod his head, saying, “That’s right,” Without question.
“As you may know, this is Veles. You know that I was a slave, but there is no need for you to treat me with respect.”
“It’s just that you don’t have a status, you’re almost like a commoner. If you wait a little bit, Baron Maneline will take care of your status.”
Well Shiro had said that, and he said he didn’t know the exact price because he hadn’t looked into it, but he also said it wouldn’t be a small amount.
Of course, if possible, I’d like to get an identity…
However, if there was a way for me to make money, that was not the case either.
There was no way I could make money as a free male prostitute with no great skills and the job I got at most.
‘…But the cock is amazing.’
It seems that the skills of the night, which were flat due to lack of experience, have improved a little.
…It could be a common misconception of men, but it’s true.
Maybe there’s a way to make money with my dick.
After seriously thinking about it, Odin, who fed all the grass in his hand, spoke.
“Didn’t you eat lunch?”
“Ah. Come to think of it…”
As usual, I tried to look down at my wrist, then looked up at the sky.
Beyond the magic circle that enveloped the city, the sun was over the sky.
“I’ll buy it, so let’s go have lunch together. Where’s the money for someone who was a slave a few days ago?”
There was absolutely no reason to refuse.
Is there anyone who doesn’t like free food? Even if you throw a triangular gimbap, you should say thank you and take it.
I naturally tried to get on the carriage, but Odin grabbed my back and stopped me.
He said there was no place to park on the ‘Lay Line’.
*
It was a big word, but the place called Ley Line was a wide and straight road that was about 5 minutes’ walk from the health center.
Small, angular, pastel-toned buildings.
Green giant trees that grew taller than the cobblestone-like buildings.
For a while, I felt that it looked refreshing thanks to its high reach, but the thought that it would be infested with insects if I took care of it incorrectly popped my head out.
Well, there must be magic to drive away insects.
After giving a simple answer, I crumbled the leaves that covered the floor and walked into the lay line.
“I can’t take you to the most expensive house.”
“I didn’t even want to go there.”
A voice came from the back of Odin’s head, who was leading the way.
On the way here, Odin casually said that he was the elder.
As I reflected on myself that I had been a slave until now, I was comfortable with that side too.
Passing by the first restaurant I saw, a sign that said ‘Meat House’, I spoke to Odin on the back of his head.
“Then where are you going?”
“Well. Since I was a slave, it must be my first time eating outside. But taking me to an expensive place, my pockets are thin, so I want…”
I passed a few shops keeping pace with Odin.
If I was in the same position as Odin, how far could I have bought it?
A slave who suddenly had to work together… No, a commoner (Jin)
I think I can happily serve tteokbokki with oden soup.
“Is that expensive?”
“Are you there?”
“Flush? Yes. Flush.”
Like an idiot, he points his finger at Odin from behind and asks a question, then quickly changes the way he asks.
Unlike other restaurants that started to fill up because it was lunchtime, this restaurant had empty tables.
The smell of cheapness wafted up.
“Ah. Flush. It’s not that bad, but it’s a bit of a treat. It’s an inn, so it doesn’t specialize in food.”
“As long as it’s not a waste of money, that’s fine. What about the price?”
“Below average.”
“It’s exactly what we were looking for.”
Odin was about to reply, but nodded his head broadly.
Of the pride as a senior employee and the wallet of a commoner, the latter seems to have won easily.
Exchanging glances, we crossed the center of the ley line where the wagons passed and headed for Flush.
Would it be ‘pull’ here too? I pushed the small door that only covered my waist and entered the store.
The store owner, who was sitting at the counter with a grim expression as if something bad had happened, greeted me coldly.
“No room.”
It was a congratulatory order, not a greeting.
Could it be that you pushed the door and turned it off?
“No. I’m here to eat.”
“…No room.”
“Did you ever have to pull the door and come in?”
“Did you come in to talk nonsense?”
Weird…? I looked at Odin because I couldn’t talk.
His eyes didn’t look any different from mine.
It’s an expression of wondering what he picked up and ate by mistake or why he was talking nonsense.
Eventually, Odin scratched his cheek and tried to talk instead of me.
“As far as I know, I think he also served lunch.”
“Of course. I’m still doing it. The same goes for the evening business.”
“We’re here to eat, not a room. Not a room, but a meal.”
“…I’m sorry, but there’s no room for ‘you guys’.”
“…”
“…”
“…Rice.”
“…Room.”
Like Odin, who repeats his explanation in frustration, the shop owner taps the counter with his fingers in frustration.
I wondered if there was a strange culture that I was not familiar with, but seeing as Odin was also frustrated, it seems that the owner of the store was the problem.
“…I don’t notice.”
The moment the atmosphere was about to become violent, the shop owner turned around and entered the kitchen to refresh the atmosphere.
“I’ll give you food for free, so think of what’s going to happen later as food.”
“…?”
What happens later?
Before I could ask what it was, the store owner disappeared into the kitchen.
All that follows is a knock, a knock, a chopping sound.
“…What can I do?”
“I can’t believe I have to kill them. I can see them all from the outside. They say it’s free, so sit down.”
“What if I poison myself?”
“The health center is right in front of you, so you can shout for help and run.”
What if I die within 5 minutes?
It’s tough in useless places.
Odin, as if it was too much trouble to move, pulled out a chair from a nearby table and sat down.
Without him, lunch would have to be skipped, so in the end I had no choice but to sit across from Odin.
“Ha…”
Unlike the carefree Odin, I was very concerned about what the shop owner left behind.
‘There is no room… No notice…’
Why on earth would the shopkeeper try to kick out his customers?
Couldn’t we just politely ask them to come next time?
There’s no need to lengthen the word “Go away” In such an awkward way, right?
After struggling alone for a while, I finally couldn’t stand it and asked Odin.
“Why did we have to hear that we didn’t notice?”
“Okay. Well…”
“And what the hell is the price of food…”
It was then.
A mouth-watering smell began to waft from the kitchen, and at the same time, the sound of the second floor door being opened was heard.
Since it was obviously an inn, the second floor was probably where guests would be.
I was more concerned about that than Odin’s words, “Get your period instead of your wife.”
In fact, the store owner probably really wanted us to go out without any regrets.
Maybe there was a reason not to be in the store.
Maybe that’s why I told them to think of it as the price of food.
Maybe there was a reason that couldn’t be explained openly.
I didn’t think it was a big deal and looked carefully over the shoulder of Odin, who was flaring his nostrils.
You can laugh and endure a cute little child coming down whining to play with you.
But couldn’t the shop owner have tried to kick us out for just that reason?
At this point, curiosity outweighed fear.
What drove the store owner to the point of abandoning the business and worrying about the customer first?
Tboob. Tboob.
Light footsteps began to be heard from the other end of the stairs.
At least, he avoided the future in which hefty chunks of flesh would descend.
“Echwi!”
Female voice.
At least the future of the nasty killer descends… No, no. Because women are more dangerous here.
Sigh. I heard the sound of stepping on the stairs.
What will happen. As if watching a horror movie, paradoxical emotions that I hate to see but want to see float through my head.
Right before the hands that were holding in front of the mouth and chin came up to the eyes.
A small white hand sprouted from under the black coat and swept down the stair railing.
“…Wow.”
“Wow?”
“Oh, no.”
I thought I had swallowed my breath, but when I saw her face, I seemed to let out my breath without realizing it.
It was a playful impression that was exactly the opposite of Shiro’s.
If Shiro is like a puppy, that woman is like a cat.
A white female cat whose pride pierces the sky.
“…Hiccup!”
“…”
“…Ecchi!”
That’s a handicraft.
Pure white ears on top of the head.
A tail that looked stiff and tense behind a pitch-black coat.
I tried to think that it was a beautiful chest of a size that was a little behind Aira… But before I was caught, I raised my gaze.
“…”
“…Hiccup! …Hiccup!”
She moved her body and stared at me with amber eyes.
In other words, she was being caught all over.
Where am I looking
Seeing as he narrowed his forehead and glared at me, he seemed very angry.
“…Hmm! Hmm!”
Fucked.
I quietly moved my gaze to the side.
Commoners walking around in neat, sometimes sloppy clothes.
An aristocratic woman who enjoys reading while sitting in the carriage.
As the clatter drew closer, my gaze was forced to focus on things outside.
Compared to the commoners walking around, it became even more certain.
The woman I just gaze raped must be aristocratic. From his clothes to his appearance, he was far too superior to be a commoner.
I ended up criticizing such a woman’s breasts.
It’s a waterdrop-shaped, soft-looking, pretty breast.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t study the law here, so my little imagination predicted my future instead.
Before I could leisurely lick Shiro’s cunt in return for today, I saw myself being dragged into court for wasting time on a nobleman’s body…
“Dinner is served.”
“…”
Somehow, the store owner became more polite.
Hearing the rattle, he looked up at the table, and black leggings appeared at the edge of his field of vision.
…Leggings with a beautiful, erotic gap between both thighs and pussy.
“…What is this?”
“Can’t you see it? Fish. And…”
“What is this, hiccup…? Isn’t this person a commoner…?”
A female voice interrupting Odin.
Eventually, Odin’s head turned to the side and looked at the owner of the voice.
“Yes. Commoner. And… This friend is also a commoner.”
Odin looked at the color of her hair and added her words.
“Why is the woman of the hundred family in such a shabby place…”
“Wait a minute. You commoner. And this person, hiccup, commoner?”
Fucked.
If you look at the body of an aristocrat in a commoner system, I will execute you on the spot. A sound like this might come out.
Don’t be curious and keep your eyes closed.
If I had deduced that there might be something dangerous, I should have just kept my eyes open. Why did I try to see it?
Looking at the pile of fish and chips in front of my eyes, I only regretted it.
Maybe, as the store owner said,
He might be a really careless kid.
