Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

In peace, I said in peace, and softened my language as much as possible, but as soon as I arrived in front of the mansion, I was hostile to all the guards on the lookout.

"Damn, why is Oak in here like this!?

"I don't know! Daiwa, you must have craved your daughter. That's these Orcs!

"But the lady has been in her room for the last few days, right? Maybe he's just a visitor?

"Don't be silly, I don't think so. Think about it! It's an oak!? There's only one thing I know about that lustful demon coming to see your lady on business!

"Damn, I knew it was! I won't let the lady touch a single finger!

Seems scattered, but I can't even argue that the Orcs are actually ecological as all the escorts said.

It was the five escorts who came out of the stuffing near the gate. There's a mix of half-naked men inside, and they look like bandits, but they seem like proper escorts, and they've turned their swords on me.

One escort just jumped in. Shooting him off with a spear pattern wrapped with a cloth around his tip, he dropped a stone bump on his neck and stunned him.

Blood on the boulder is going to be irretrievable, so I decided to get him to sleep quietly.

Walking through the gates to stun the successive flying escorts, we entered a vast garden. This garden, which is formerly at the foot of the mountain, is extra large, even if hundreds of people run. So, since it is maintained in every corner, is the boulder a luxury or something?

Mr. Orine's friend, Mr. Crenal, says he's an Imp. The small body with the curly angle growing from the lateral head is as light as it looks and seems to be less athletic. Instead, the Imp have excellent brains. Scholars and merchants in history are mostly as brainy as the Imp clan, and it wouldn't be surprising if Mr. Crenal's clan were a family of extravaganza for generations.

Going halfway through the vast garden, we saw a large mansion in the distance. Looks like you'll get to that mansion when you go up the mountain road, and I think Mr. Crenal will be there. But it didn't seem so easy to reach, and the shadows were coming down the mountain path from the mansion.

It's going to break your bones a little to deal with this number alone. But I don't want any more bloodshed than I have decided to proceed peacefully. Nevertheless, I am also going to keep my promise to Muke.

Again, when I picked up the enemy, I swung the love spear to faint all the escorts accurately and quickly.

One of the last of you to sit back will wave down a sword that has no power. When I took it with a spear pattern and bounced the sword far away, the blue-blue guard's face turned even bluer. I mowed my consciousness and finally lost track of it.

I finally managed to get to the front of the mansion after overthrowing all the escorts on my way. Around, there are sights that can only be described as corpses gradually, but who is not dead alone.

"This... I can't let you go any further."

"Protect the lady! Hey, anybody! He's telling my husband!

"No, we're all passed out. If this happens, give the maid a message..."

"You idiot! You forgot the lady was on vacation for all of us! We're the only ones left!

Surprised. An escort who was supposed to have passed out rose up and turned his sword on me.

I finally knocked over the door of the mansion when I passed out in one blow, sparing my mind.

I'll look inside the mansion in amazement at the carpet. When you say it's this big mansion, it's like there's no sign of people. As the escort said earlier, I guess there are no servants either.

Still, it's hard to find Mr. Clenall from inside this mansion. The number of rooms looks great when it's this big, and it's hard to just find one. But if you find it, all you have to do is ask why.

I was able to find it light.

In the meantime, at the end of the hallway I looked for, there was a door with a plate that said Crenal's room. It's rude to open the door suddenly, so I knocked on the door.

"Hmm, raiders these days have come to knock on discipline? I look like an idiot. Why don't you just let me in?

He sounded grumpy, but I got the acknowledgement, so I went into the room. Seems like you heard the noise outside, but didn't you run away?

"Hmm, I'm not really an oak. Those guys, they lost so much? Where are the guards with arms? You're inferior to pigs."

In the middle of the room surrounded by bookshelves was an Imp girl who kept her body on the couch. The curly corners peeked from the purple dark hair, and my grumpy, narrowed red eyes stared at my entire body.

You were satisfied to see me as one person, Mr. Clenall glanced back at the book he had placed on his lap.

"So, what can I do for you, disciplined pig?

"I'm staying at the Forest Exit Pavilion..."

"Heh, pigs sleep in pigshacks from themselves. So?"

You seem like a lot of bad mouth people.

"Suddenly, a threesome came along. Mr. Orine was also trying to sell it in an attempt to take away the letter of entitlement for the accommodation. If you ask me, Mr. Clenall told me you asked me to do it. Mr. Orine is a friend, isn't he? Why would you do that?"

"Sell orine......? And a letter of entitlement. I mean, it's none of your business! Why would an outsider pig stick his neck in?"

I'm sure Mr. Clenall will stare at me. I made my expression look worse. Sure, I'm an outsider, but I have trouble losing my lodging. Besides, Mr. Orine was in trouble.

"No, I'm in trouble, too. They say every inn here is full these days, and they're not going. So I have trouble losing Mr. Orine's inn. More importantly, Mr. Orine was crying."

"Huh? What, are you going to be a gentleman? Sounds silly. Funny how pigs get caught up in it! Leave already, I'm blind!

That's not how it works. I haven't been able to ask Mr. Orine why he put a chimp on me yet. You found out you weren't willing to leave me, and Mr. Clenall stood up abusively dumping the book.

"Look, get out of here!

Guru pushes me with a disgusting face, but this physical difference doesn't make me tickle. It didn't take that long for Mr. Clenall, who turned a bright red on his face, to tap him with his little hand.

"Can't you really tell me?

"You're persistent! I can tell your father!

"One of my preferences is to educate the gentleman and the unaccompanied child instead of your parents. If you can't tell by mouth, the basics are to stain your body. '

Correction of poor mouth and attitude is also a gentleman's preference. Let me tell you why.

When I took Mr. Crenal's fine arm as he slapped me about Pokopo, I put my fist against her lower abdomen.

"Ha ha."

Mr. Clenall, with his sweet voice raised, nodded at the carpet with his eyes open. My hands are on my lower abdomen, on my uterus, where I fisted.

It looks like you succeeded safely, thanks to your colleagues who served as a practice bench while spitting blood reflexes. Mr. Clenall is making his eyes black and white at the gushing sexiness, but all I did was send a shock to the womb.

"hey, what is this...... you, what did you do!?

Mr. Clenall, who was shuddering his knees when he was reluctant, stared at me. You should have been exposed to unfamiliar comfort for shaking your uterus, but it's amazing.

He was a Krenal who could constantly curse at me, but he kept away a little bit. Are you going to run away? I noticed, avoiding her hand and fisting her lower abdomen again.

"Phew... ahh"

When I shook my body more violently than the first time, I darkened the colour of my fright and looked up. You shouldn't have that look. Oh, my God, you've got a spine. It reacts.

Apparently, Mr. Crenal is vulnerable to irritation of the uterus. Let's focus on blaming this place.

"Hey, hey where... no, no!

The couch is just right there to educate me, so I carried it with a crenal that trembled with comfort. I resist in my arms, but that is also weakening. When I put it down on the couch without any difficulty, I rocked my uterus one last time.

"Nwww! What is this... what is this?"

Confused by the feeling of being shaken from the back of his body, Mr. Clenall has looked up with his wet eyes.

This time it's only education, so I won't be able to take my clothes off. Have you noticed, or are you staring at the gap again, Mr. Clenall is turning away and pulling out his strength as he is held over his head with his arms together. It's that easy to do if you don't break out, so you'll just have to take off your shorts.

"Stop..."

There is no way to resist fingers touching thin thighs. The speech was weak and the eyes, which were strong, are now wet with tears. Maybe he's just really scared. You're being pushed by a famous orc as a lust demon, so it's easy to imagine what kind of eye you'll fit in from now on, and you're probably trying to get it done quickly without extra resistance.

Either way, I don't have a rape hobby.

If you let my body break between my legs, I'll be ready.

Suddenly stimulating the uterus would be too comfortable. Step forward.

First, gently stroke up the tightly closed cleft. It's not like it's a gentleman's thing to do, like stick your finger in it even though it's not wet.

"Mmm..."

As I stroked up the unloose crack slowly, I heard a small, but definite sweet voice. The humidity finally seeped from the back as I continued to stroke it.

I would never make it abusive. Instead of just stroking it up and down so that it tames your fingers carefully, the clitoris wrapped around your foreskin will also gently stimulate you and lure your sweet voice with a scratch of crenal.

As I inserted my fingertips into the crack and stroked them up, the sticky liquid adhered. Love liquid, huh?

"Ugh..."

I finally stretched my fingers in the crack as my cuddly voice began to leak constantly. Turn your fingers to tickle your vaginal mouth and gently pick the clitoris when the love fluid becomes tangled. Squeezing the pubic nucleus stuck in the foreskin, I heard a higher voice.

Looking at the look on her face, she was completely blushing her cheeks and moisturizing her eyes. I'm sure there's a confusing color, because your genitals are getting wet but you don't insert them. Oak doesn't have a concept of foreplay.

"Phew..."

Once I stop messing with the crack, I'll stroke Mr. Crenal's lower abdomen. That just makes me gasp to leak my sigh, so the vibration to my uterus seems to be working.

Slowly peel off the skin of the swollen pubic nucleus. It seems irritating to peel it off for a breath, so it's not suitable for education. Teaching into the body means staining it. It is education that takes a long and careful time to do so.

"Mmm... no, don't peel... ahem"

Completely peeled off the foreskin, the clitoris exposed to the outside air was red tinted. The urge to spin vigorously continued, but the fingers were inserted shallow into the vaginal orifice.

"Oh... no, it's very irritating."

I gently picked the tip of the clitoris and let it slide with my fingers tangled with a lubricating liquid alternative love solution. That's all Mr. Krenal's vaginal mouth, shaking her hips, spilled thickening and love fluid.

The pubic nucleus also stimulates carefully. Touch with your fingertips, tickle your roots, and play the tip lightly. By the time the love liquid was overflowing with lubrication, Mr. Clennal's breath was constant.

"Huh, huh, and it's a sushi, but no..."

When I looked into her eyes with a small grunt, I was totally craving it. On the contrary, somewhere the colors I expect are glistening and where did the initial disgust go when we met? Nevertheless, there will be no choice in that either. At any rate, I've never made Mr. Clenall feel better. [M]

What distorts a casual face to pleasure is something that is terribly comfortable to watch.

"Then why didn't you let me ask you why you tried to take Mr. Orine's inn?

"Mm-hmm... ha. Who told you that?"

"If you're going to tell me, I'll make sure it's crazy."

"……………. Hmm, you can't feel it with your fingers when you're a pig! Probably, oh, do it."

You're willing, or mentally tough. When I gently crushed the crimson clitoris, which turned bright red, Mr. Crenal shook his hips. When I whirled and twirled while crushing, I leaked an incomprehensible gasp. The crack is already twisted with love liquid and you will be able to screw it back without feeling resistance. Take your finger off the clitoris and finally insert your finger into your vaginal mouth.

"Ah..."

Your spine swells to a breath-filled exhalation. I just put my fingertips in, but my narrow vagina sucks on cum. I've overflowed with desire to punch in an already grown ichimotsu and wander my hips thoughtfully, but I've managed to put a lid on it. All these times, Oak's instincts are troublesome.

Scratching around near the entrance with shallow inserted fingers, Mr. Crenal gasped as if he were a dog sticking out his tongue. If you make it too intense, she'll say yes, so I'll move it slowly. Is it because of how badly you try to move your hips? That sounds so colorful.

As we proceeded through the narrow vagina, we touched the thin membrane. Is this a hymen? Passing the membrane more carefully than ever since it is not sneaky to break it with your fingers on the boulder, the stimulus leaked Mr. Krenall's sweet voice. Sounds a lot more elevated. Keep your fingers straight, you've finally reached the deepest point. Elastic. This is the mouth of the womb, isn't it?

"Phew, phew, ha-ha…………………."

Even though my fingertips just touched the mouth of my uterus, my sighing gasp spills, so if I played this one, it would be lightly stunning. But I won't. Because I want to ask you something.

"After all, can you tell me why you did that to Mr. Orine?

"Ha, don't worry about outsiders...... kuuuuuuuuu"

Guru, and when I pressed the elastic outpouring with my fingers, Mr. Clenall turned his spine upside down and stuck his hips out. It's hard to blame the back to avoid damaging the hymen, and you can only move your fingertips. Just hook your finger up to the hole in the gushing source and rock left and right, and Mr. Crenal squirted along the way. It's going to itch just to be touching it as it is.

"Hey, why does that place feel so good..."

Thanks to plenty of burning, Mr. Crenal is a sweaty juice. My nipples stand up perfectly enough to tell even from the top of the clothes I haven't made them take off, and I know the pink protrusion well, even over a fashionable blouse.

I will gently tease the mouth of the womb again in anticipation of Daughter's soaking fit. You have to be careful because it is so sensitive that it will soon peak. Just glancing through the contours of her uterine mouth, she shakes her whole body and exposes her colored white throat. I don't know how many more inches you've stopped, but I'm not giving up.

"Oh, oh, no! Mmmm...

…

If you are tapping the tightness of the uterine mouth with your fingertips, it will immediately peak. I guess this is still the weakness. When I felt my vagina cramp and let go of my fingers, Mr. Crenal moved back and forth small to keep his hips short. I will wait for my breath to get ready and feed my fingers into my uterine mouth again.

"I've been doing this for a long time until you talk to me."

"Huh! Huh... Khuuuu...! You can do whatever you want, because my escort will be here soon, and you just have to be patient until then!

"Unfortunately, no one will get up for half a day."

"What…………? Ha, ha?

The desperate look immediately distorted me with pleasure. That shift in expression alone makes the ichimotsu react. As I hooked my finger to the hole in the center of the uterine mouth and played it, once again, Mr. Clenall's spine turned back.

"Huh, ahh, ahh... ahh"

It's amazing how it turns bright red to the ear and still doesn't break at all. But it would be time for the limit. It hasn't even reached its peak. Where my mind refused to do so much, my body can't possibly stand it. As your body will strain you, your mind will also gradually seek the peak.

"Well, what do you want to do? As opposed to half a day, I can do this for days, but Mr. Crenal won't either, will he? I just want to know why you tried to fall for Mr. Orine. I don't want anything else."

"Ugh... Ugh!

You're a strong man. He still looked lost, so I slapped him hard in the mouth of the womb. Of course it's anti-inch.

"Ahhh... hey, this, okay! You should just talk!? Talk to me and you'll get to the end of it!

"Of course it is. If you ask me properly, I'll feel better again and again."

As I said, I pressed my fingers around a small hole in the mouth of my uterus.

"Hmm...... Well, I envied you... I can't even count on one of the branches, even though Orine has already been admitted by her parents. That's what I envy, and I thought I'd just get you in trouble..."

"So you got those threesomes?

"Huh, knock. Oh, yeah. He said he was having trouble with the money, so he asked me to give him the money and get him in trouble. But that's it! I didn't ask you to take the inn or sell the orine!

Those threesomes must have taken it upon themselves to think that if they did more than they were asked to do, they might get more rewards. Tears that are not exciting are in Mr. Crenal's eyes.

"I see that's what happened. Then Mr. Clennal will apologize to Mr. Orine and solve the problem."

"Th, That is………… No"

"Why is that?"

"Well, I think I lost... That's enough of that! We talked properly, so we got to the end of this like we promised... Ugh!

I apologize if I did something wrong. If you can't do that, you don't have to educate them well. You spoke properly, but if you're not going to apologize, I'm not going to talk to you earlier. I changed my mind.

"Oh, oh, that! Oh, more!

As I played the stick-up uterine mouth so messed up at my fingertips, Mr. Clenall's hips began to tremble as soon as possible. The cucumber and the vagina that tightens your fingers teach you the best. In addition to the irritation to the uterus, the white love fluid spilled from between my fingers as I violently twisted the clitoris with my thumb.

Chipu and Love Fluid overflowed from the back, and where the tightening reached its limit, I removed my fingers from the mouth of the uterus.

"Ha, ha... Duh, why!? He said he'd make it to the end!

"I changed my mind. I'll stay like this until I want to apologize to Mr. Orine."

"Oh, no, that's not terrible! Me, talk to you properly...... Oh, oh, that's okay!

It's going to be a while before you make a firm promise.

"Ugh, yuck... hey! Why, why aren't you at the end of the day... Huh, ahem!