Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

There is a certain shop that has been going through my legs lately.

The store was old looking and rude to say this, but it was so unpopular that I wasn't sure if it was open.

It was the reason I casually passed in front of that store.

Oh, my God, that was an old bookstore that handles books.

The book is very expensive, not very expensive, but I can't buy it.

Whatever, even if I make a book, I make one book at a time with human hands. I hear you have a special magic hanging to prevent further deterioration, so I guess that fee is also added.

In other words, a hobby called a book is something that rich people buy.

It's a book I bought with such high money, so if I don't want it anymore, I throw it away, what a waste.

So I was able to buy books that I stopped reading like that for cheap and offer them for cheap.

No matter how many people have their hands on it, the book is a book. It's cheaper, even though it's about feeling rich, and it doesn't change the higher the eyeballs pop out of the common people.

So instead of buying and selling, lending and taking charges, the method pervaded.

Sure enough, the borrower can read a book that he wants to read at a lower price, and the lender can also benefit from lending it to others if the book returns.

But unfortunately, not all humans who come to borrow are good and honest.

Just in case you think about it, you need to provide an address when you rent a book.

For first-face customers, you can ask the town knight to accompany you, see if your address is the correct one, and then finally borrow it.

I wonder how cautious the first person to think about this method was. You can catch a glimpse of obsession with never letting you borrow and run away,

That's the common old bookstore, but what a pretty dodgy old bookstore I found here without the need to accompany a knight.

But it's very helpful to me. Anyway, the usual old bookstores don't lend books to anyone but humans. I also took a trip to an old bookstore on Boulevard once, but I was turned down.

So I gave up on borrowing the book, so I still remember that if I just found this place to try, I wouldn't go in and say no.

It must be an old look, and the old books I deal with looked a lot like they had a year in them.

Some of the books were so nearly melted that they seemed to collapse even now.

Because of this, should I look at the title of the back cover and borrow it if I have any books to pin on?

"The elegant routine of the Earl of Asweed's house"

This is a book that spells out the life of nobility, isn't it? I've heard that these books are basically only written with no touch. That's natural, too. Assuming you write naked to your own evil deeds, that might just fly your neck.

"The Knight of Lean Gordo"

This book depicts a hero Tan until a knight becomes a hero, isn't it? They are very popular, especially with men, and the latest issue is always on loan. I'm interested, too, but unfortunately I was borrowed the first volume, and it was only from the second.

"Baron Bergamot's Male Book"

This goes without saying. The one called Sensual Book, you think it's a series that's especially popular with women? They say it's something that brings down the aristocracy, and there's going to be intense debate about whether to cut it off or not when censoring, and it's a piece that almost cut it off a few times. I didn't even touch it because I didn't feel like a man.

"The Royal Research Director's Eating Walkthrough"

This book is as the title suggests, isn't it? The head of an institute that works in a human country is the lead eating book. Everything seems to be covered by the country's hidden famous stores and cheap and delicious stores, which seem to be very popular even though they issue new issues about once a year. Even travelers can enjoy a good meal if they have this one.

And, I took a focused look at the series objects, all of which borrowed a pivotal first volume.

I looked in the store to see if there were any other books that looked interesting, and something came to my attention that was obsolete and colorful.

The fitting seemed a lot more elaborate, but the leather on the cover was already cracked and melted, and 20% of the back cover peeled off and the title was uncertain.

That's a disposable if you just say it by its appearance. But this is how it must be more of a product than it is on the bookshelf.

For some reason, I was attracted to that vague book, and I borrowed it without checking the contents.

I don't know if it's just because it's just blurry, but besides my thoughts, the price was cheap and my purse had plenty of room.

Shall I just go back to my room and read it?

After I finish my Inn job, I'm finally reading.

Carefully turning the cover of the cracked tannery, the contents were beautiful besides thoughts.

That's crazy. For some reason, the blank paper lasts two or three pages, and the text never appears.

As I continued to scroll wondering, a sentence appeared in letters I had never seen before when I scrolled the page about half way through.

What kind of letter is this?

At least it's not a human letter. I'm not sure if it's another race, or exotic, but I can't read it.

Is this why it was cheap?

When I glanced at a sentence I couldn't read with my finger, which I'm sorry for a little bit, the words came to my mind.

"He who emerges from the shadows of the dark night………?

When I accidentally snapped, the book in my hand suddenly developed a high fever and I couldn't stand to let it go.

A single page of the book that fell on the floor was scrolled, and the book closed when it could be scrolled to the last page.

After a period of silence, the book fluttered up in the air.

The geometric crest appeared to overlap the book in front of my eyes as I accidentally stood.

The moment my arm came out of there, a woman of a race I'd never seen floating in front of me with her hands on her hips.

"Nah... you are……………………"

"Ha, summoner. It was you who called me………………………………."

As we stared at each other, we were stiff.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, no, rather how did you get here..."

"Liar, Orc!? That's a lie…………………?

We try to distance ourselves in amazement.

"Orc summoned me......? But I can read letters to such a lowly race..."

"Summoning? I've read about it in books, but how could I…………"

Indeed, I read in the book that the act of summoning is to summon creatures from a world different from this one. But it said it required time and laborious preparation.

We need magical interference to temporarily open the gates of another world, and yet we need a proportionate consideration to have them respond to the summons.

First of all, I can't use magic. To the Orcs, there should be no one left who can use magic.

Then why has a summons been made?

That would mean that the old book itself functions as a subpoena magic.

If so, I still have absolutely nothing to do with myself.

But then this old book, it could be pretty dangerous.

The one who was summoned is a woman of a race I've never seen before.

I mean, a different world race.

You're called, you're a demon.

The dark purple hair was all the way up to the waist, and from its luxurious waist there was a pair of wings that resembled bats.

Again, I've never even seen it in a book. It really seemed like he had been summoned.

"More importantly, why is it an oak………"

And I was convinced late by a woman who seemed sincerely disgusted.

The summons is, in other words, like a contract.

Ask them to pay the price instead of making the summoner's wish come true. That is the demand of those who responded to the summons.

Wishes and consideration are not trades unless they are equivalent, so they adjust big consideration if they are radical, small consideration if they are trivial, etc.

And when it comes to why a woman between your eyes has a disgusting look, that's a very simple story.

Because I'm an oak, I guess.

Maybe Oak's notoriety is blowing to another world.

Thinking about it makes me even impressed through that one.

"Ha... I can't help what they called me, and I need to get it done soon. So, what about the wax that called me? Well, it would be one thing."

"Uh, it seems kind of misunderstood, but I didn't call you voluntarily."

"To?"

In the meantime, explaining that the old book was the trigger, the bat-wing woman picked up a book that had somehow fallen apart by distorting her expression.

"Oh wow, really... why is my summons on!?

A subpoena is a passage that specifies the person to summon.

"But the subpoena isn't something I won't reveal unless there's so much more to it......?

"Yes, but... oh, could it be..."

Apparently, you have an idea.

"Oh, I knew it wasn't that heck of a thing! Why are you so polite about leaving the author's name! I pitied him because he was so weak...!

Looks like the summoner from the past is the killer. That's right, I'm not involved, so I can't say anything.

You threw up dissatisfaction with the old summoner all the way through, and as you roughed up your breath, the woman broke the page with the summons in the old book.

"That's it..."

"Um, I'm not good... I actually borrowed the book."

"What? Uh, what, what do you mean?

"No, I borrowed it from an old bookstore, so I'm in a lot of trouble when it's broken."

You've been beautifully torn. And it's been sneezily rounded, so I don't think I can fix it for a day or so, given the hassle of stretching the wrinkles.

"Oh, so this is it, then, right?

When a woman stroked one of the torn spots, she disappeared as if there had never been a tear.

"Yes, as usual. This will do."

"This would certainly..."

If it's back to normal, there's no problem.

And then how do you wish to go home, but I don't know all that.

At least it wasn't in the book I read.

When I was thinking about it that way, a woman accidentally approached me.

"Let's get this over with. Otherwise, I won't be able to go home."

"Finish what?

"There's not just one wish for an orc."

When the woman who said so with a glance squealed her fingers, the heavens and the earth reversed and I rolled on my back to the floor.

"Nda."

Be quiet, then.

I can't move my hands and legs as if I've been stung.

The demon woman who knelt beside me in an attitude of blatant dislike stroked one of my pants and the one she was wearing disappeared.

You can even do this with a demon...

Well, not if you're impressed.

With all my strength, I didn't even say that my hands and feet would be fine, and the devil's snappy fingertips were finally about to touch my groin.

But that's all I have to do to prevent it.

That is, never force yourself. That you don't do anything you don't like.

Though force majeure, this is not an act that came upon each other. Then we have to prevent it at all costs...!

I felt something break from my wrists when I lifted my arms by leaning over my body, which I wouldn't let out unless it was a battle.

"Shh!?

"Mm, gu... I didn't call you for that purpose...! Gu, dunno, I think I called you. Shh!

Subsequently, as he also broke his leg restraint, the demon woman kept her pompous mouth open as she stared at this one.

"Surprised. It really seems like I was called by chance..."

"So I'm in trouble, too. Mr. Eve, can you handle this?

"I've never encountered anything like this before..."

Eve, the devil's woman who was summoned by accident, has also been successfully dispelled and the two of us are twisting our heads.

But Eve, the devil, doesn't seem to have this experience either, with a troubled look on his face.

"Hey... it might be easier to try it from scratch anyway."

"That certainly makes sense, but I didn't wish for anything else, did I?"

"Ma, ma, including that,"

"So, what?

"Well, shall we hit it from the most likely one?"

"What do you mean?

"Etch."

"Yes?"

"Sex, is it better?

"No, not like that."

"Well, could mating be easier to understand?"

"So I said……………"

"……… I regret that you said you were a little cute."

Even then, I was restrained from my hands and feet, and I never resisted Mr. Eve coming on my stomach.

"So, that's why I'm not going to...!

"Hmm? But look, Koch is motivated?

"Well, whoever is touched with all that..."

Everyone will be beefy if they are so tiny and persistently masturbated that they have never experienced it before.

Eve's skill in looking down with a smile that still cripples her is amazingly high, and she has strained one of my things more than anything else.

"That's an oak. Big time."

"Mine is the smaller one,"

Try to escape restraint with force, but not well into itchy comfort.

"Uh, no more resistance. See, this is what we need to do to find a solution."

"I mean my eyes for that..."

"Sex."

The devil is a demon, but maybe he's a horny devil.

It wasn't if you were convinced, for example.

Eve's masturbation has grown in intensity, so she may end up like this.

I still can't untie the restraints on my hands and feet, and I can't even move.

"I wonder if it's time.... don't disappoint me too much, do you? Because I have a good thing."

"Wow, hey, hey"

Eve's eyes were serious when she took off her thin clothes lightly. I even feel like my purpose has changed already.

Big, tense double hills, dubious winged demon wings from the creased hips, tight glutes and long legs.

It was a very manly flesh where.

"Yes, then. Here you go."

And when she suddenly accepted my meat stick into herself without foreplay, Eve slackened her eyes and leaked a glossy exhale.

"Ha ha...... nice"

"Ugh."

Mr. Eve's vagina has been stimulating enough to rub the entire meat stick even if you just put it in. It was very tight and I couldn't help but be surprised that the entire vaginal wall was covered with tiny grains.

"Hey, this……………."

"Isn't that amazing? I'm not human, so Naka's a little different, right? But because of that, I didn't enjoy it at all, but there were a lot of guys who got really excited right away."

"No, who is this?"

This is not the kind of pleasure I can endure trying to endure. Because I just let it in, and even though it's not moving, it's already the limit.

"Huh... is that a little out? Try harder."

Well, that's kind of very humiliating. It's called that looked down look, it's called a mockery tone, obviously this one, or an insult to a male. And all over the body, is.

I am a gentleman. You must not be able to put your chest up as a gentleman if you break it here.

Then, before I put it out, there's nothing else I can do to top it off.

This is an untouchable battle……!