The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

71 – One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (7)

Suddenly, an old thing came to mind.

It was when I was younger than now. I was sparring with a knight named Muspel at the training ground. He was a close friend of mine, a knight with silver hair pulled back and very violent swordsmanship.

We fought very hard. It was because the person who lost the match that day decided to buy a drink. I swung the wooden sword aiming at Muspel’s neck, but the sword with a wide swing missed and Muspell, who thought he couldn’t attack me because he was pulling back, suddenly changed his grip on the wooden sword and threw it at me in the face.

Embarrassed, I made the wrong move to cut the sword. Muspel didn’t miss the chance and threw me to the floor while holding onto my neck. A wooden sword floated into the air and Muspell grabbed my collar and began to strangle me.

The knight commander, who was watching the situation, spoke to us in a stern voice.

“stop!”

My face was heating up from defeat, and Muspell held out his hand to me with a smile. As I stood up holding his hand, the captain asked me.

“Do you know why you were defeated?”

I nodded and said.

“I am embarrassed.”

“Why are you upset?”

“It’s because it’s a situation I’ve never experienced before.”

“Are you going to say that even when you die on the battlefield?”

I couldn’t reply to the captain’s words. In front of my silence, the captain asked again.

“Why are you so sure you can predict everything? Don’t get caught up in the situation. Even if your opponent acts unexpectedly, isn’t it something like sharpened stones that eventually touches your body? What did you learn to do at that time?”

“I was taught to lift the sword like this and cut it.”

I took a wooden sword and took a pose. The captain nodded and said:

“That is all. Don’t trap your opponent in your expectations. Think of your opponent as a being who can do anything, and train endlessly so that you can respond to his flow. The battlefield is a place full of many variables. You can’t hold everything in your hands, and you can’t anticipate everything. Even the improvisation of the moment is in the end a knife and a stone. keep in mind What protects you is not your clumsy predictions, but the things you have learned.”

At that time, I engraved the words of the captain deep in my heart and swung my sword with all my might.

Every time I finished training for the day, I used to recite this with respect to the leader.

Captain.

Dear Captain.

Today, thanks to your teaching, I was able to take a step forward.

By the way, Captain.

“Ah, uncle… ! Ah, that, so… ! I’m sorry… !”

Why didn’t you tell me what to do in this situation?

*****

Did you say that your head gets cold when you see something so absurd? When I entered the room where the faintly sweet reverberation remained, I felt rather cold looking at the figure of the hero. It was because the hero was sitting on the bed with his legs apart, denying all the images I knew.

His armor had been thrown on the floor at random, and his shirt buttons had been undone, revealing his inner flesh. Where the hard chest muscles should have been, there was a piece of flesh wrapped in bandages, and between the legs that undid the belt and moved their fingers, faint cracks and pubis could be seen.

“uh… … .”

“Ah, uncle… … !”

The hero pulled out his hand and started crawling towards me. I didn’t know what to do, so I thought over and over again without even making eye contact with the hero. Wasn’t the hero a man? That bandage, that pelvis, and that sultry posture must be a woman?

Cold sweat dripped down and the warrior’s dark expression was looking up at me with wet eyes. A room with strange lighting and sweet scents. He was just out of breath, but the hero was so beautiful, and the body of an assassin lying on the floor felt like an ornament for excitement.

“Ah, uncle… … !”

And the hero was clinging to me, rubbing his body like a dog in heat. She stroked my thighs and whispered, as if not knowing what she was saying or doing.

“Ooh, with us… ! bath… … . Would you like to?”

My favorite thing was to take a bath with a woman. A bath between the opposite s*x is accompanied by s*x unless it is a family relationship. What could be more exemplary than this in terms of keeping both pleasure and cleanliness?

But that was not the case now. The hero was a woman, and even judging from his actions so far, he was a very precious body. If they attack you arbitrarily because you are drunk, how will you handle the aftermath? A warrior who lost his fidelity to a party member he trusted fell into despair, and the party fell.

I was imprisoned for blasphemy or raping a high lineage, and the kingdom might be destroyed by the demonic raid that followed.

As I thought about it, my head grew colder and colder. The strange feeling, the pounding heart, and the breath that spontaneously gasped every time I saw the hero all stopped. As if I had become a corpse, I held onto the hero’s shoulder with cold reason.

“Hero! Relax! You can’t do this!”

“Mo, the body… … ! It’s hot, it’s hot… … !”

When I grabbed the hero, he clung to me like a fluttering octopus and wrapped himself around me. What the hell happened in this room? Did you spray the aphrodisiac to do evil to the hero? How much aphrodisiac did the strong warrior pour in to make it taste like this?

“….No?”

The warrior smiled and licked my ear. The excitement that had subsided surged up again, and the self-consolation of ‘maybe’ it’s not okay was pounding my morals pretending to be logical.

Maybe even a warrior would like it.

Maybe it could be a better thing.

Perhaps, the correct answer here is to detoxify by moving my body.

“…If it’s an old man… … . it’s okay… … .”

This temptation, too, must have been the wrong thing to do while drunk. It was so alluring. The warrior’s short hair, which I thought was just a girl, looked like a hairstyle that exuded a strange charm, and the warrior, who blushed only when teased, showed an open smile and revealed his charm to me.

And, the collarbone at the nape of the neck and the chest wrapped in bandages. I couldn’t tell because it was covered with armor, but that breast boasting a sense of volume even when tightened with bandages kept catching my attention. The chest bone visible through the bandages and the hero’s blush approaching before his eyes.

She stroked my cheek, stuck out her tongue, and held her face close with her mouth slightly open.

If you close your eyes like this, you will probably kiss.

Even if I do nothing, the warrior will take off my pants and enjoy a close relationship.

“Gee, calm down. Warrior!”

I caught the warrior about to kiss me.

Because the warrior trusts me. Using this feeble energy as an excuse to lay a hand on a warrior dedicated to the kingdom, that was unacceptable.

“ah… … !”

The hero held out his arm and tried to pull me. The warrior who was trying to save the world was incredibly strong, and even if I tried to forcefully push him away, he grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go. She clung to me again and said.

“Because it’s okay… … !”

“Ji, calm down! Warrior! Come to your senses, you will regret it!”

“regret… … ! won’t… … . it will… … !”

The warrior’s hand went to my belt. You can’t hit the hero like this, and you can’t be beaten like this. I forcibly strained my body and once again remembered Master’s teachings.

[Remember. What protects you is not clumsy predictions, but the things you have learned.]

What I’ve been learning.

What have I done to women who cling to me so far? not. This was not a situation to leave coldly. Even if I try to cut you off by pretending to be emotionless or indifferent, the hero will not be separated from me.

So, I had to change the situation and think about it.

“mister… ! So… ! quietly… !”

I hear the belt snapping. So strong, the hero was not trying to take off my clothes, but tore my pants by force.

change the situation The hero now was the woman on the bed trying to take the initiative from me. How did I scold the women who were caressing and acting cheekily without hesitation?

[Remember. What protects you is not clumsy predictions, but the things you have learned.]

I looked at my free right hand as she reached into her pants. An index and middle finger that always satiated widows with me. Two fingers seemed to wink at me.

“Hey, now… … !”

My pants were ripping. If this continues, I will be beaten by the hero with the lower half of my body naked.

“sorry. warrior… … !”

At my words, the hero stopped moving, sending an expectant look.

My hand pulled down the warrior’s trousers. A pure white secret and wet underwear. From the time I pulled down my clothes, I heard a squeaking sound, and the pure white thighs made my mind dizzy.

I put my hand between the hero’s legs and began to caress him while pressing down on the soggy crack.

“ah… ! Sorry… ! Whew… ! ah… !”

I just patted the crack, but the hero clung to me and cried strangely. I lowered my stance with the kneeling warrior, stroking her head.

squeaky squeaky

“Huh… ! ah… ! ah… ! ah… !”

The hero kept his body in tune with my movements with his eyes closed, and his thighs were drenched with juice dripping down.

Every time the hero’s water drops dripped onto the carpet that was reflected in red, a clear sound was heard as if water were falling from a cave stalactite.

Because the floor wasn’t red carpet, it was blood. Drops of water fell into the red puddle with a clear sound, and the warrior’s moaning grew louder and louder as if trying to hide this bizarre tragedy.

“ah… ! mister… ! I… ! stir… !”

The warrior’s hand gripped my body tightly. I also hugged the warrior and made my hand movements faster.

Every time his fingers rubbed the inside of the crack and rubbed the mucous membrane to press, the hero vomited pleasure while mixing nasal sounds with breathing.

“Sigh… ! ah… ! Ahh… ! yes… !”

squeaky squeaky

“ah… ! Ahh… !”

The warrior’s hand holds my body, and I tremble. The hero threw his head back and trembled up to his thighs, and juice poured out like a fountain between his legs.

“aaa! Aww! ah… ! aaang!”

Even the hero’s waist trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and in the long climax, the hero rolled his eyes halfway and buried his face in my arms.

I stroked the head of the fallen hero with his pants off and let out a sigh.