Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

While working at the "Forest Exit Pavilion," I started to take a trip to church when I saw the fold.

Sister Sarasa is cute, not for any reason, but because she was interested in the concept of religion, she has you taught in her free time.

Sarasa told me personally, even though she didn't even come in to elaborate on the contents of the scriptures or let me read the Bible.

I was just tempted to ask you to teach with your bare hands, so from my third visit I started bringing souvenirs, but I was so happy with the sweetness that Sarasa seemed to include being abstinent in her teaching that she welcomed me up.

They don't mind taking anything as long as it's a gift.

Even today, the Inn has become more shabby, so I decided to look for souvenirs on a lively boulevard.

Sarasa's welcome comes first and foremost from sweetness. I was also thrilled with the variety, juice and fruit of the treat.

Secondly, I was surprised by the unexpected, but what a favorite meat kind, he looked shy but wore it on a skewer.

This is one of the candidates for souvenirs, but the sweetness seems to be basically of a small variety, the ones sold in the stalls have many sweet snacks baked powdered with honey, and I've hardly ever seen a treat called a treat.

Because sweetness is a complete preference. They don't have that much abundance because only residents who can afford nostalgia buy it.

So today I decide to take the meat, not the sweetness.

Contrary to sweetness, meat dishes are abundant, livestock such as cows and pigs in chickens, even when it comes to meat for a bite. We handle a lot of veterinary meats like sheep, pigs, and bears, as well as unique meats full of wild flavors like frogs and snakes.

Even with one type of meat, there are different ways to cook it, and the flavoring is varied, which will rarely make you tired of it.

I don't know if you will continue to devote meat to your daughters of your age, but let's just say that Sarasa is welcome.

When I arrived at the church, I noticed that the door was usually closed that was supposed to be open.

It's close to tea time after noon, so there are few people on the street, and everyone praying in church is often home.

Maybe even an extraordinary Mass is being done today?

Open it or not, after a while of worrying about it, I inadvertently heard something loud fall from inside the church.

At the same time, I heard a fiercely contentious voice, and Mr. Sarasa's screams sounded and I didn't hesitate to bust through the church door.

"Hey, don't do it! Anastasia will not forgive you for this."

"Oh, oh, onna oh! No, take off, take off your clothes."

"Stop, oh, no, yes, it hurts... no!

The chapel doesn't have her figure. Proceeding to the back room as he trampled through the fragments of the blown door, dishes and chairs were scattered across the floor and Mr. Sarasa was assembled at the table.

The pure white robe rolls up to the edge of the thick crotch, leaving the underwear slightly visible.

Sarasa was a troll man characterized by plenty of bellies.

I'm also surprised at the outpouring belly that is common to Troll men, but more importantly, its body. Big both vertically and horizontally, he was so gigantic that if he was a shorter species, he would hide behind his back.

I can't wait to see if Sarasa is quite excited about her white skin or if she's swelling in front of her crude hipster.

The muscles that support the gigantic body are, of course, provided in the arms, and you should never be hit by a rigid arm that crushes iron chunks either.

A troll repeatedly breathed hard and rough at Sarasa noticed me and peeled off my fangs.

Nonetheless, the first step is to strip the troll from Mr. Sarasa. In case Troll makes a mistake adding or subtracting the force that touches Mr. Sarasa, she dies in an instant.

It's only unfavourable for not having a love spear, but that's why you can't run away.

As much as Sarasa's thighs, a troll's genitals jump, and she looks at me as if she's bluishing her face. Tickles trembling in fear, but I was bitten by spinning the shape of "Shiitake".

There is no need to patrol.

I fleshed Mr. Sarasa into the troll with it still laid together and tapped into the body blow before the troll looked back.

Geez, the shock was inhibited by the thick fat, and the troll mocked.

Troll, who turned to me with plenty of leeway, thrust in with an ear-splitting roar. It's a fight at close range, even if you try to avoid it. I was blown around the body of a troll that stormed out of my shoulder.

The high-speed, flowing landscape, the tremendous shock and crushing noise on your back, finally brings the horizontal movement to an end.

Looks like they blew it all the way to the chapel, and some of my underlying benches were crushed.

When I stood up to the pain, I saw blood dripping down the edge of my vision and accidentally touched my head. Then, the quota seemed to be torn, and as soon as I realized it, I started to feel fever and tingling and pain.

After all, it's a monstrous force to the point of horror. You're right that fighting at a distance is the Iron Rule.

From a crushed bench, grab a sharp fragment and it's a retry.

Entering the room from a pompous, empty wall of mouth, Mr. Sarasa was facing naked and forced to lie down. I barely seem to have gotten to the insertion, but I won't let you do any more.

"No, no... please help me... no... this is the first time I've..."

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, I'll let you in, I'll punch your big one in, so cry and welcome, woman!

"I'm afraid I'm not dead yet."

I put a tremendous amount of momentum and a retrospective troll on my ass, poking a piece of wood in my back hand into my heart. But the fat seemed so thick that the troll pulled out a piece of wood lightly, although he turned his back.

The red and black blood falling on the floor with the blubber stopped when the troll was fuzzy and willing.

Trolls walk over, stepping on a blood buildup made of their own blood.

"Oh, you can't beat me when you're an oak! Miscellaneous fish are crying. Come on!

I didn't move a single step toward a troll that would rock the giant and hit me again.

Nothing, my leg didn't snap.

A half-breed attack doesn't reach the fleshy body of a troll.

Troll's shoulder hit his jaw as he burst into the momentum of stepping through the floor, shaking his body back for a moment to tremendous shock and pressure.

As I stepped on my deeply dropped ankle, the momentum of the troll pushing me broke.

Now is your chance.

I threw my fist into the defenseless troll's lower abdomen, moaning at the pain and launching my lowered jaw where I held my belly. But still, trolls don't fall just behind.

Slap a forward kick into the pigeon tail and let the bumpy troll's thighs eat a painful low kick, he finally fell on one knee and dropped the item.

"Ugh."

but I haven't lost consciousness yet.

Quickly approaching the troll, scaffolding his knees and jumping up, while kicking through his plenty of jaw tips with his knees, the troll finally fell on his back and stopped moving.

"Mr. Sarasa, are you safe!

"Ah...... here, I know"

I guess my fear has subsided more than hiding my body. Sarasa covered her face with both hands and cried out.

I borrowed a blanket from the shelf and hung it on Mr. Sarasa's shoulder, then tied the troll's hands and feet tightly with rope. I've wound it so many times, I can help but it won't cut a thousand.

I decided to stay by your side until Mr. Sarasa settled down.

"Um, I'm sorry. Thank you so much for that. Without Mr. Ruto, I, I..."

"It's okay now. If anything happens again, I will definitely help you."

In anticipation of the time, me and Mr. Sarasa left the church. I was worried about leaving the troll as it was, but there was no sign of waking up to how effective the knee kick was, and I stayed stunned when I brought all the knights back.

With a few tenacious knights, Troll was taken in stunned and put into a cell. Now it was finally something like a relief.

It's getting late at night, but I can't go home when I see Sarasa, who seems to be mindful, and I decided to stay at church today.

"Oh, you know, we haven't had dinner yet, have we? Since I'm going to make it, would Ruto be with me if I could?

Mr. Sarasa was temperamental when he said he was about to be attacked and the day remained the same. After all that happened, I was actually going to ask Mel to follow me, but she seemed to trust me and decided to stay for an escort. So I am very happy with that offer and I have decided to be happy to accompany you.

It was a well-nourished dinner, albeit qualitative, and much delicious.

The living space wasn't that big and there was just Sarasa's room next to the kitchen and living room in the back of worship. Although there are available rooms, it is difficult to clean them up because they are replaced by storage and it is still late at night.

I said it was good in the chapel bench, but Mr. Sarasa didn't nod at me and ended up sleeping with me in her room.

Sarasa was in bed, and I rolled onto the floor next to her, and when I talked to her, she fell asleep.

"Ha, ah... hmm"

I woke up with a glossy voice.

When I only moved my eyes around the dark room to see what the hell was going on, Mr. Sarasa was moving all over the bed.

faintly drifting slutty air and modest water sounds, and the gasp that pushed him to death on it.

If we had all this, we'd know who it was. Sarasa must be here.

"Ah... no, whoa"

Kuchiru, and I heard a loud water noise at the moment, and Sarasa Shin stopped moving.

"Huh... ah..."

The drowsiness blew away at the masturbation restarted between the sushi.

Apparently he's chewing on the edge of the blanket, and his creaking voice feels more glossy.

"Hey, I can't... I can't do this"

Mojo and Sarasa move faster.

"Oh... Mr. Ruto, I can't believe I'm forced to...! I hate it, I'm breaking my clothes!

I stopped breathing.

I can't believe you're dealing with me.

"Ah, mmm... that's just chest. No pinching."

It's not good to know I'm awake. Not good on this one. When I was desperate to consolidate myself, I was getting louder and louder about whether Mr. Sarasa's voice couldn't be contained anymore.

"Ugh, I can't believe you let me like that to thank you for your help, Master Anastasia for forgiving you for that... ahhh"

Sarasa's body trembled when she was frightened by the sound of water, which increased in intensity.

"Ngu...! No, no, it's the first time, but it's the first time... the pig took my first time."

Cancer, and the bed swayed, letting me know that Sarasa Shin had reached its peak.

It's kind of, like, so awkward. But I'm happy somewhere, and I feel very complicated.

Is it still pulling back after being attacked by a troll? Sarasa, who resumed masturbating not long ago, called my name in a hot voice.

"Ha, ah, don't be so pampered. I'll be right there... Mm-hmm."

Eventually, until Sarasa fell asleep tired, she was at her peak about six times in total, and I couldn't sleep until morning because of her whispering.