Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

"Oh, hey, no, not here............!

"'Cause I can't stand it anymore... eh"

"Let, why don't we at least go to another inn? Mr. Orine is annoying……………………"

"... rut, are you sulking with me, no?

"……… Welcome."

I don't hate it when people give me that, obstinate look.

I decided to lock it tight and include telling Muke not to speak too loud before leaving it standing, not in bed.

I can't help but snooze in bed.

Muke, who stripped off his clothes with Pompom, couldn't stand it enough, cheeked up and breathed roughly, and began to take off my clothes.

"Ha, come on"

"Hey, what's really wrong?

"'Cause... Come on, Ruto, you don't give me much shi, so I thought you hated me..."

I reflected violently on the burly, tear-spilling muke.

Sure, my job at the inn calmed me down, and I got out of hand and it was awkward to be in the inn. I thought I didn't even want to see an oak in my spare time where I was busy working, but it didn't look good.

"That's not true. It's just an excuse, but Muke always seemed busy, so he was out of the way. … but from now on, I will change it."

"Rut............!

Embracing Muke all the time, she had meditated on her eyes and kissed her.

Gentle at first, just touch. My lips gradually prolonged the time I touched them, and I couldn't wait for Muke to put my tongue in.

I slowly exchanged my mouths so that they would blend in, so as to make them plump, plump, tame, and then I left.

It just makes me happy that the out-of-power muke is coming to me. As I gently stroke her back while holding her in my arms, Muke gently presses her back into the arms that she has turned on my back.

If you look closely, isn't there a clear Shizuku in Muke's thigh? I didn't expect you to get so wet with just a kiss, I did something wrong.

She's right, she's been out more lately, and doesn't seem to have had much of an exchange of words.

You have to reflect.

With my apologies, I dropped the kiss to Muke again, and she gave me back the kiss, with a whispering and dreamy look.

When he put his hand on his thin chest, stroking his ear, which was only getting shorter on one side, Muke twisted his hips to dislike it.

Do you care about the size? As a girl, I guess you care about the gaze of the opposite sex. I consider breast size to be equivalent. Because it's not like I'm in love with my chest. It's just about the breasts of people you like being big or small.

"Nh... because it's small... nh"

"I don't care."

Are you unconscious when you mop your pinned up nipples with your finger belly, and you push your butt against my hips?

Muke leaks his sweet breath and deposits his body with me, and when his prank swells, he springs up.

Pull back slightly, pretend to be the wind you're not going to be able to insert yet, and then wait for the muke to start focusing on caressing your chest.

Rubbing her rubbish and elastic nipples, Muke is slipping away from her stomach and chewing off her little whisper.

"Mmm... ah, ya, I'm strong...... heh, kinder...... hmmm!?

At the same time I pulled the hand that accompanied Muke's hips, I stuck out my thoughtful hips.

The rampantly inserted meat stick rubbed hard all over the vagina, pushing it to its roots, and Muke was blowing the tide with disappointment and weakness.

You may have done too much.

Cleaning the floor was easy, but the bed sheets didn't just have to dry.

I didn't expect the muke tide to fly to the bed placed in the middle of the room, despite the fact that it was on the wall.

I wish I'd just washed the sheets, but the bad timing is that Mr. Orine is in the process of washing them, so I get in trouble when he asks me what caused the sheets to get wet. This is an empty room, so I won't bring water.

"Ah, that's right! So why don't you ask your launderer across the street, anyway?

"Nice."

I really thought about it because Muke punches his hand and tells him to smile, but he can see the launderer's arm, so that's just fine.

I just decided to take the wet sheets and each laundry to the store across the street.

I was curious and sniffed the wet part of the sheet, and it was odorless, but I got stuck with a muke that turned my face bright red.

I'm happy with the good reaction.

It was only a few days ago that the launderer turned out to be across the street.

Apparently it was originally a green fruit shop. That building was renovated and I was looking forward to seeing what kind of store it could be, and it put up a sign for the world's rarest launderer.

Indeed, laundry is a heavy labor. If it's one or two clothes, you still have to change bed sheets, pillowcases, and blankets every day if it's a lodging house. It's hard to scrub that with a common washboard, so you'll need a giant, bespoke washboard.

They say there are some laundry boxes that can clean clothes just by turning the steering wheel, but they were still unfamiliar in this city, which is a periphery from humans.

For this reason, it is gratifying to say that you will replace the laundry with your shoulders.

From the first day of opening things seemed quite busy, with many visitors to the trial and laundry shop.

but for some reason, the customer's legs seemed to have been interrupted at all over the past few days, so much so that Mr. Orine spoke to the worried face store owner.

That was yesterday's story, so I was wondering why the customer's legs had been interrupted even as a store I didn't see anywhere else.

I said a word to the customer who was having lunch and Mr. Orine, who was bickering, and then I went with Muke to the laundromat across the street.

The exterior of the store was still, I don't know, white.

With white bricks to roofs, walls, fences, and flower beds, I even remember the illusion that I've gotten into a different world somewhere.

It was such a cute store to raise your voice that the merchen look made the muke that you should have seen it over and over again.

When you raise the door, the bell rings and you look around the store full of cleanliness.

Unlike the white monochromatic appearance, the interior is monotonous and has a calm atmosphere.

Because it was originally a green fruit shop, the store was quite large and the interior was placed sparingly.

There was nothing small about the interior in the hole warehouse that I lived in. There were dirt walls and stone floors, chairs and tables with jailhouses for incarceration and places roughly unfit for housing.

Besides it would be an unhygienic, unhealthy, unbearable environment for a week in humans because of the absence of sunlight.

Especially amazing is the smell. Needless to say, do you think the leftovers of the affair are always drifting, rather than the leftovers, which are currently in progress and in the middle of the affair.

Thirty percent of the women caught by my people couldn't stand that constantly slutty space, but they would break their spirits. Sixty percent, at best, were mentally ill in the shock of continuing to be offended by orcs, and only the last ten percent remained sane.

It's really good to understand human aesthetic taste.

"Yes."

Some time after the bell rang, one woman appeared for a small run from the back room of the counter.

I'm a woman with as thin a line as a skinny muke. It's not that it's small, but overall it was meaty and it was even going to break just because I touched it.

A small curly angle grows from her side head, letting her know she's not human.

What stands out above all is the huge double hill that pushes the sweater up. Even this, or the shape is coming up so tightly, it's a tremendous eye poison.

At the corner of the roll, big breasts. These two characteristics spoke eloquently of being a Minotaur woman.

The Minotaur tribe is a kind species of mind.

It seems that back then, the Minotaurs, who lived secluded in the back of the mountain, rebuilt the village at the foot of the mountain with a total outbreak that had been crumbled by the earthquake, thus building a friendly relationship as a good friend of man to this day.

We at Oak just wanted a history like that.

"Oh, are you a customer? I'm sorry, I was so excited..."

There was a near-visible neighborhood in the eyes of a woman smiling with a sleepy eye at a pompous or a pompous.

"If you are laundry, the size of your laundry will change the price, okay?

"Yes, please"

Drowsiness or temperament, Mr. Minotaur, who received the bag in a relaxed motion, tried to pull it into the back of the store without hesitation, but fell on the way.

"Hey, it's okay!?

"I'm sorry. Wow. I'm stuck..."

Though I told you to squeal munya, you never get up.

No way, and I had a bad feeling, and when I woke her up with Muke, she was having an easy, pleasant sleep.

"Already... why are you sleeping? The neighborhood is so bad, I don't know if I can sleep at all...... rut, can you do me a favor?

"Yes, I'll take care of it"

With a Minotaur woman at the forefront of the anxiety-faced Muke, I'm going to be disturbing the back of the laundry shop.