Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Winia, who remained lying down until yesterday, recovered her health. Honestly, even if it wasn't just 3P, I knew I'd been energized. Like the owners of this obscene lust.

"Still standing?"

"Stop touching me."

Closely behind me, Claudie raises her chin on my shoulder and triumphs over her penis. As I fell asleep, I developed a desire, and Manado recovered. As a result, the cold also naturally healed.

The body of Half-Elf (Dark) with Mana is even more durable. I'm just jealous.

"Sister... why don't you stop and take your hands off me?"

Winia looked at us like that and said she was dissatisfied. At that, Claudie takes her chin off my shoulder and looks back.

"Do you want to do it?"

"... yes."

Two women who said so took turns.

I felt the touch of my chest pressed against my back plate. Winia, who changed her place with Claudie, grabbed the pillar of my item and slowly began to move up and down.

After doing this, I was worried that I would suddenly grab it and twist it. It was a softer movement than I thought. A groan burst out at the slow squeezing of the hand.

"Argh...!"

"Cook. You like niggers?"

God bless Winia for speed.

- Tak-tak table. Originally, I had to make it alone to make a sound that was normal.

I couldn't take it anymore.

"My cock is not a toy!"

"Argh!"

I stood up in an angry beehive.

I'm a man, not a dildo.

"I think it's been too long. I have to do my job. A man falls into laziness, he falls into desire to fulfill his futuristic time. We have to resect desires. I should, but I can be a Buddha."

When the day of the end comes, the only thing that can survive is the Buddha who transcends man and becomes God. People who are mortal are always right to use their power to perform with such circumstances in mind.

The best way to do this is also labor.

Work, make money.

I rested too much. As the cost of living and room values continue to go out, they become beggars in no time when they are resting in reality. It's time to do something. My sword and muscles were crying... with my soul as a warrior!

"What the fuck is that all of a sudden? Sister, please interpret."

"It's just a normal kate. You're not going to work, are you?"

"What are you doing already? Nigga, let's just get some rest today. Doesn't it really matter if you start tomorrow? Of course, I love the nigger's hard work, but I want to take a break today. I think the cold's better, but I'm still tired."

"You were right. Cat, can we just take a break today?"

Look.

It recognizes the existence of two marbles that impede the performance of the ministry.

They were whispering sweet temptations to me and impeding my performance of becoming a Buddha. Temptation always sounds attractive. Mara Papiyas. He is the cannabis of the Burning Brain, which interfered with the performance of the saccharity.

I cut off the lightning.

"Hard yet?"

"Yeah, so let's finish what the nigger did. Come here."

"No way!"

I immediately took my clothes and put them on.

Winia needs to rest and I need to get a job. Let's stop by the guild. If you don't have a job, you can just come back. If you catch a job, you can start tomorrow or tomorrow.

"Winia. I'm resting. I'll be with the guild in a minute."

"Nigga. What I want is not to rest alone, but to rest with a nigga. You still don't know my heart like that?"

I think it's very cute to express your mind in such a way, but as I said, Mara Papiyas is a drink that causes endless lightning.

"So you can't be a Buddha."

"What the hell is the Buddha talking about?"

"Beyond human beings."

"Sister, please. Interpret the nigger. Is that because I'm still sick? I don't understand any of this today."

Winia hangs on Claudie.

"I don't know this time."

Claudie naturally stroked the seedling to death.

I guess I got used to it when I didn't hear anything.

"I'll be right back. You two are resting. I have to buy some rice anyway."

"Uh-huh. Wait a minute. I'm gonna get dressed, too. Let's go together."

Let's take Claudie and I for a walk.

"It's been a long time since you two left."

"That's right. Not long."

Claudie, dressed in her underwear, went to get her clothes, and Winia stopped her.

"Do you think I'll let you two stick together? Absolutely not. Sister, are you coming here?"

"Oh? Are you jealous?"

"I think so. If you're going to go to Nigga, come alone. It's totally unacceptable for the two of you to go."

When I see you trying to take Claudie away from me, I'm really tired. Then let's go and come alone as scheduled. I grabbed the doorknob with all the jewelry.

"Then you're resting. Don't do anything Claudia doesn't like too much."

"You like it?"

"I don't like it. And, Sister, I'll let you have your breasts, so if you want to touch them, touch them. If you try to put your finger in it again today, you'll be really upset."

"She's a good sister. Did you open your heart to her now?"

"Chew... well, nigga, go quickly. Before this fucking sister gets laid."

"Yeah, I'll be right there."

"Cat, good night. I'm picking up some fun stuff."

This could be fun.

I waved my hand and came out. It seems like things are getting better between the two of you these days, but it must be a positive thing. When you are physically close, your mind is naturally attracted.

For Winia, it's more than just normal communication, that's all.

Communication on that side works better.

Claudie seems to be just as happy to go around all her life and have a sister like Gimcott, and Winia seems to have done that by not being able to rebel against Claudie without a meter.

I went to the guild.

Changing equipment and walking the streets, I just felt confident. Now I'm not that old jerk Gimcott. If you go like this, the path of Butcher is not far.

It was the weekend, so there was a good man on the street. Of course, there are also weekends in this world. It's just a meaningless story for freelance adventurers. However, there are also many adventurers who take a weekend off.

I looked around.

The one who defeated the sword and shield, the woman with the giant axe. A lightly dressed male wizard... literally feels like a street in a fantasy city. I'm going to be a resident here, too.

"Hmm?"

Moments later, Mutu discovers a woman in a jumpsuit and stops.

I almost kicked him last time I thought he was the crazy bitch who completely ruined my promotion, but I didn't see his hair color. You almost got a live one.

I thought it was crazy.

A demonic wizard and a mad Mutu who caused all kinds of pain to a good Gimcott. And even the evil priest. If my memory is not mistaken, the three of them would have done a hell of a lot to put the party at risk of extinction. Mutuga and the Wizard attacked me while fighting monsters. I think I sweated to stop it. I would have died there if I hadn't awakened to the flame of magic.

I opened the guild's swing door with such a misunderstanding.

- Swing.

"... uh."

As soon as I went in, I saw a familiar blonde.

Without further ado, good hair.

As if a fairy's overflowing hair snatched my gaze.

Maybe it moved the dictator's golden storehouse that existed in the legend. If not, are they golden grains that are swayed by the wind during harvest?

The owner of that hair looked at me.

"Hmm? Hey, Barbarian Shack. It's been a long time."

He was Copson.

"You son of a bitch. Long time no see. What have you been living with?"

"I've earned a decent living. So you're... completely out of gear? I can't believe it's going to happen with the equipment. Are you really thinking of returning to the path of the barbarians?"

"Uh-huh, fix your spatula before you yell."

"What about my jaw!"

His spatula is very serious.

Just as it proves that mandibular surgery is not a cosmetic, but a treatment.

"Anyway, this barbarian shack. I haven't seen you in a while, so why don't you do something about it? I finally found a decent job."

I started talking as if Copson was smiling and enjoying himself on foot. I told you about the Straggler Orcs I heard from the blacksmith last time.

After he finished talking, he asked me my question.

"Copson."

"Why, but why? With such a serious face. It doesn't suit you. Stop it right now!"

I answered seriously.

"Copson. It may sound cruel, but I've already become too big to play with you. So I think it would be too much to work together."

As he said, I was too big to play with Copson. There was a huge difference between Class D and Class E. Frogs don't remember the tadpole days.

Because you don't have to remember.

Frogs no longer have cocktails, arms and legs, and most importantly, tongues. By comparison, tadpoles are just one asshole. It's literally evolved, so frogs forget the days of tadpoles.

"Oh, no, fuck! You barbarian cheek! What are you talking about? Are you going to throw away my friendship with the Barbarians like a commitment?"

Copson screams like he's having a seizure.

Who the hell is this racist son of a...

"You've got to be kidding me. We're already soul friends."

"No, you almost surprised me. Enough to make fun of people."

"Son of a bitch. I'm already surprised."

"I'm not surprised!"

Kobson shouts in relief.

You reed-like bastard.

"Mer Amton. The Orcs have a bounty on them, right?"

"Yes. The Orcs have never dealt with him, but it seems to be a good way for adventurers to target him. That's why I'm interested."

Orcs aren't gonna be dick-sucking monsters.

Given the weakened strength of the Vulver, a typical Orc may simply overwhelm an adult male. Well, bad head adventurers don't care that much.

"How much are they paying you?"

"First, I give you one silver for each head of the Orc. It's a guild thing, so I can improve my performance."

That's definitely a good amount of snow to go back to. A silver is a pretty devastating amount. In retrospect, when you participated in the Ogre Subjugation, your base salary was 1 silver. What's the size of an Orc Straggler?

And at what level was the orc in the first place?

It was impenetrable.

This better be a question to Winia.

"What, how many Orc Stragglers?"

"I'm assuming it's probably over a hundred. They're all scattered around somewhere between Isvant and Baron Doden."

A hundred.

The silver cost of defeating a squadron-sized Orc Straggler is actually one gold. Of course it's big money, but it's not that big money for rulers.

Even if you give me one silver, it's a truckload of adventurers who want to fight for their lives. Is it better to entrust it to the guild than to use your own army in conception?

This is the net function of the adventurer.

"Well, let's review it positively. I'm interested, too. Do you mind if I give you an answer tomorrow? If you can't wait, it's going well."

"I can wait a day."

I also remember the blacksmith asking me to bring the Orc's weapon. Orcs haven't been caught yet, so Claudie might like it.

And above all, I became interested.

Okra.

I want to fight once.

"So what do you say we meet in the morning... Do you have anything to do now?"

"Absolutely nothing. Why? Are you planning on going for a drink?"

"This son of a bitch has been drinking since daylight?"

"Isn't that natural?"

"Great! Let's go eat!"

"Oh! You're a barbarian! It's not pleasant!"

Suddenly we went to the bar with our shoulders raised with tension.

I'm sorry, Claudie, and Winia.

Let's go in for a drink.