Chapter 615

Chapter 615: Sometimes we think about the past.

When I left the boarding house, the receptionist stuck my hand out.

“I’m past the carving limit. Twenty extra.”

“… you’re still empty red”

“If you fall half to the horizon, it’s sundown. Our rules. I don’t like Chintara and Paco to the point of criticism. How long did it take you to get a shot? You’re young, but you seem to spend a lot of time with your little foreplay.”

“… why should I have to worry about that to my first grandmother”

I haven’t actually had one shot.

After that, I medium out about five shots to Beatrice while Xing rode. Obviously Beatrice was unconscious from the way in, so I enjoyed hitting Beatrice from the top, almost stretched out. It’s called sleeping back.

So, I had enough fun, so I tried to get Beatrice up, and I couldn’t do it at all, so it was time for me to wait slowly while I ended up with Tarai with that ass.

Although I had excused to myself that I might have been a little too hard on someone who was still only getting enough to get laid with one hand from the loss of a virgin, I don’t know, because he invited me in person, but when I woke up, Beatrice would miss it perfectly, and he would be wearing arms or something.

“You can’t help but make a note of this. You don’t have to pay, Dad.”

“Well, yeah, but come on”

“… Dad?

The old woman looks surprised. Apparently, he understands Beatrice’s spoken Valerie.

“Are you your daughter…?

“Don’t worry, it’s that kind of play”

If I had as many kids as Beatrice, I’d have to plant them at about 10… oh, but if Apple had been a little more aggressive, it might have been possible.

Absolutely me, if I’d known about sex back then, I’d have seeded it every day for Apple. Well, I actually pissed him off every day with a fera or something.

If a 10-year-old kid was getting some kind of free beauty, he’d definitely be thrilled. Yeah.

As a result, Beatrice might have had a daughter her age.

“What are you looking at?”

“… looks back at fate that maybe Beatrice’s daughter made it too.”

“It seems possible to you. He was such a horny kid, wasn’t he?

“It’s all over the place.”

It was so horny. Somehow, if I had Apple in front of me that would make me talk, I think even a kid other than me would have to be an unprecedented porn gappa.

And then fifteen years, knowing the taste of all that female body, my virginity was really long.

“But I actually never had sex until two years ago.”

“That’s a funny joke.”

“No, really? You should ask Mr. Deane or Angelos or something. Because it’s true.”

“That’s not true. How do we get from there to where we are?”

“… you think so”

Two dozen female slaves, one village who will have sex with whoever he wants.

Yeah. That’s crazy. But it is, so you can’t help it.

But I don’t think Beatrice would believe me if I ran out of words, so I didn’t solicit any more.

At night, I take a seat with the female slaves at the tavern.

It’s a familiar old tavern. Crossbow crews often gather here, so there’s almost an atmosphere like military service.

The owner noticed our faces and raised an eyebrow.

“Isn’t it ten Smythson and ten Angelos? Deane, isn’t there a hundred?”

“A little foreign right now. Troublesome work.”

“The atmosphere of our painful company is gorgeous when he’s around. No, Angelos, the ten heads are pretty good, too.”

“Don’t worry”

I laugh bitterly at the face Angelos gave up a little.

You haven’t been here much since you untied the men’s clothes, have you? I mean, I didn’t drink much originally. I guess it was to avoid showing a gap that would make me see through with a woman.

“For once, aren’t there a little more women crew?

“He’s not coming to us. Hey. Normal girls don’t drink in public, do they? Deane, the hundred men were amazing.”

“Ah.”

Well, you don’t want to see anyone terrible with a drunk momentum.

Even though some women like alcohol, they usually don’t drink with people in a liquor store unless they are either accidentally welcome twat, escorted, or confident they won’t get drunk like dwarves and dragons……

The new recruits in the Crossbow squad seem common sense about the area. I don’t think the guys in the squad would do that, but that’s just a hopeful observation, too.

“So, what are these women? Are there any alcoholic prizes that are no better than Deane Hundred? That’s a lot of elves.”

“Most normal kids do. Oh, this guy’s that dance spear Almeida. Nice to meet you.”

“Become, what is’ that ‘? What is’ that ‘?”

Almeida looks a little out of her mind. but the shopkeeper knew on the boulder.

“Ooh. I don’t know why you’re with Chief Smythson Ten, but no rumors. It sounds like the most gorgeous paladin in the film.”

“Ah… well, I’m not affiliated with the film anymore.”

“Oh, my God, I’d love to hear about that area, oh, come closer”

The store owner serves wine at the service. What a rumor lover is, it seems, almost becomes a habit if you work in a tavern.

Almeida looked left and right in confusion (the other three gauntlets watching as they nibbled), taking a ceramic glass of wine and mouthing.

“Well, the difference between doctrine and statehood came to light some years ago. Now……”

I looked at my arms wrapped in red gauntlets and often thought about it.

“I’m doing female slavery under Andy Smythson there”

“Hey Almeida, that’s a strange flow”

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“I guess you’re just saying the facts”

“Oh, man. I’m a little too surprised by the joke. The glass fell. Not really. Almeida, normally there’s a stream called ‘Into Gauntlet Nights with Renfangas’!?

“It’s already a former job in me.”

“You sure can’t take it off with who’s the Duke of Gardner, did you?!?

“That’s certainly a case that needs to be cleaned up, but on the contrary, if I fulfill that step-by-step… that, trying to focus on my work as a female slave”

“Hey Smythson, ten chiefs. What the hell is this? Well, the Crossbow guys have been kind of disturbing about you a lot.”

“Stay calm. I have a rather complicated and long story to tell. It’s a little too long to talk overnight.”

I tried to tamper with the shopkeeper who was behaving suspiciously, but instead, Tess and Hilda raised their hands and smiled.

“Here I am, including myself and this titty elf and this little elf over here. – Smythson, with a ten-man meat potty.”

“There’s Mr. Dana or something, Andy, but I’ll mellow it to you.”

“We’re both sorry but we haven’t kept our mouths shut for a bit!?

“To, meat potty… female slave…?

“Hey, come back here! Because I have a few more words! Because there are a few kids who aren’t!

“Almost everyone, right?”

“You know, Tess, I’ve told you many times, but that’s what happened, don’t you remember?

“Yes, yes. Naris is out of company. Just Naris, you’re out of company.”

“I’m not the only one! Maybe not with that bear over there!

“Bear child?

Beatrice looked surprised. During the Northwestern conversation, he only conveyed that his name was unfairly abbreviated.

“But it’s almost fallen. Beatrice, I like having sex with your husband.”

“Don’t get familiar with it. I like sex.”

Beatrice reacts honestly in vain while fleeing Tess’s tangled hands.

Stop. You’ve fucked plenty during the day and you want to fuck me again.

“Oh man. I hope I don’t piss Selene off again”

“Ho, well, Serene would have guessed. You can’t fall in love with your owner.”

It’s a boulder, my lord.

“Well, that’s mostly what Andy would do.”

Irina and the dragons are mostly other personnel. I mean, I just said I predicted it.

“Some of those cat beast kids over there and elf ladies…?

The shopkeeper points at it in a sense of fear. Luna, Fennel and Naia.

Luna rests her hands and thumbs up drinking fruit liquor, and Fennel and Naia laugh reddeningly and vaguely as to whether she is ashamed to call herself a female slave to a person she does not yet know somewhat.

The shopkeeper opened his mouth and solidified.

“Well, look, there’s a lot going on, huh? There’s really a lot going on, isn’t there?

You’ll convince me if I talk to you. If this person.

… while I was wondering if you could believe my less than two years of stories that were happening with quite a bit of suspicion in my ears on each end, I started talking about myself… I couldn’t finish talking about it by the time I got to the store.

“Then what is it? After all, did you just destroy General Lucas, the Holy Beast of the Elf Forest, or St. Bonaparte the Sword?”

“Ugh, yeah, for now, I want you to believe me as a premise”

“I’m starting to make funny jokes.”

“Please, it’s just the beginning.”

(cont ‘d)