Ruling the western part of the Ost continent, the nation's largest and most powerful nation, the Empire. The imperial capital, located almost in the centre of the territory, was now full of night vibrancy.
Night's mouth at times. It would be a good time for the people back home from work to finish dinner and go home or have some more drinks.
"This is always great!
What shouted was how a windy hairy, fat old man such as a manual worker.
This is the playroom of the junior whorehouse, on the bed. The old man was grabbing the woman's ass with both hands that made her crawl on all fours, slamming her hips with such momentum that her feet floated.
"I got it out. I got it out. Just like my purse, the bag down there is a sucker."
Apparently it's over, the old man falls back as he leans back. As you stretch your hands and legs to the large letter, exhale from the back of your lungs.
Only a third of about two hours of playtime has yet passed. But three shots in a row so far, we kept going without pulling it out, so it wouldn't be impossible either.
"Hey, can I turn on the light, please?
Keep your head buried in the pillow and carry on the words with a satisfying voice. In fact, this room, no matter how long it waited, was so dark that my eyes could not get used to it.
"No, you've said it many times."
Stiff fat that opens her mouth with the intention of sticking, even if the woman's voice returns instantly. But what leaked was a sweet groan.
Because in the darkness, a woman who turned her body around began to gently irritate the bag below with one hand, forming between her old man's legs.
"Is it really empty?
Are you going to change the subject, swing your energetic purse up and down suspiciously instead of silver or copper coins?
Ignoring the old man returning 'I can't do it anymore,' she opened her mouth and put her face closer.
"Oh, ho."
And what was shown was the exceptional moves of tongue and fingers, not seen first in junior whorehouses.
As the old man's roar increases in sugar, her mouth gradually goes under pressure.
"... Ugh"
And while it didn't get hard and cut, the old man had his fourth.
"Hey, wait a minute"
I spoke out in a hurried tone because the woman didn't let her face off the base of her leg. His lips tightened after he drank them, his tongue moved, and his throat continued to aspirate.
Pulling from the groin grabs the head like that, but the weakness is in the other person's mouth. I can't put any more effort into it, and the old man just has to do her hair.
The play for the fifth time began often.
"Dear treat"
Her throat rang and the woman woke herself up.
Next thing you know, get out of bed to take a shower. The room remains dark, but she works at night somewhat better than her people, so she's not liberal enough to clean her body and change her clothes.
(Oh)
Around putting together a piece, I heard a loud snoring coming from the bed. I guess I fell asleep tired and intact.
You don't have to use magic.
With one hand on the cheek of a regular sleeping man with a full face, he lights the room and sits in front of the mirror.
Beautiful face like a doll, but all that applies is the part above the nose. Below that, thick makeup peeled off, exposing the skin to mummies.
(I guess I've been working a little too hard)
Tilt her little neck, she starts working out her makeup ingredients.
It would be caused by moving your mouth too far. Though experienced and proven, exercising involves sacrifice.
"Elder Rich"
Curse the living, living corpse. That's what Tauro once said, but there's no way to do it.
But she is not undead, she is an old Elf woman. Except in elves, which are long-lived species, they lived for an unusually long time.
"The Last Survival of the Elf Royal Family"
In highly magical elves, it should be noted that bloodlines have protruding magic. That would be one reason.
(But it was delicious. Wow. Lifespan is likely to increase)
The other, perhaps, is the environment.
Every day, the life poured out by men was transformed by the height of magic manipulation abilities unique to the royalty, which seems to have had a positive effect on the body.
(Thank you to the race only for this position)
While she was an elf, she hated the elf. Still, I think so, because my figure is favored by people.
Without this look, I wouldn't have been able to work in a whorehouse.
"Heal people's hearts, be respected by everyone, and earn more"
It is therefore an admirable profession and naturally also has a high rate of competition.
Hundreds of years ago, he didn't have moves or anything, so all he had was a weapon.
(I wonder if it's like this)
Face after repair, shown in the mirror. I stare at that.
The technique of applying with brilliant cote judgment and going naked would be more of a left-hand official than makeup. This one also has more than a century of piles, blurring decaying beauty at age.
By the way, I haven't applied it below my neck. I have clothes and corrective underwear.
(Mm-hmm)
At the end of the day, red to his lips, he opens his curtains quietly and looks up at the night sky, Elda where Tauro calls.
(... that was a long time ago)
I'm putting my belly up and down in bed, it's not about the old man. It's about her hometown, inside the elves.
Though entering a full-scale battle with the Empire, it has been crushed without putting the Empire in crisis and burned to the world tree instead of inside.
"Destroyed a city on the north side of the empire, but instead the Elves lost everything"
In terms of results alone, this is the case.
Elves are scattered all over the continent as merchants, so extinction is not the only way. But numbers have dropped dramatically, and bases have been lost.
Their future, transformed into a vagrant people, will not be bright.
(Bullshit)
A home ground with a high level of magic, called the Spirit Forest. Compared to the people, all the inhabitants there may be called good magicians.
The Elf Knights, which were even more secret, are at least of high quality in number. Classes A, B, and C. Everything should be half ranked above the people.
Besides, there is a long-range weapon that can even burn down a city, a spiritual cannon.
I guess it's up to the user to lose.
I was thinly guessing, but that would be the difference between the royal family of elves and the revolutionary warriors that followed.
The royal family was one of the biological parents of the Great Charter (Magi Karta) and the one who used the Great Charter (Magi Karta). However, the High Elves have the wind to become followers of the Great Charter (Magi Karta).
(A mechanism that has great power and cannot be understood. Well, I guess I just had to believe it)
Elda grins like a fool at the edge of her mouth and returns as soon as the crack is about to come in.
Turn your gaze to yourself in the mirror and move the theme to the next.
(I wonder what happened to the next world enemy (World Enemy) who eats and kills the next world tree)
This is information I got from a fat high elf who visited as a guest in the city of Imperial Territory North.
But so far, the world has not perished, and not one next world tree, and many candidates are growing everywhere on the continent.
From that fact, I draw my own conclusions.
Magi Karta is dysfunctional.
Then it won't be a problem.
"Because there is only one World Tree, the World Tree-eating Warcraft is the Enemy of the World (World Enemy)"
If there are many of them, they are only the beasts who prefer the world tree.
And to one of them, a turtle who was the guardian of the Spirit Lake. The Great Spirit Beast Zaratan is here to protect him.
(Well, I don't mind if they eat them all and really destroy them. after my life expectancy)
Myself and my family's black snake. She's not interested in anything else. She's lying, but she doesn't think it's going to be real.
There will undoubtedly be a gathering of spiritual beasts in each of the world trees, because something should grow that has just the power to protect it from them.
(... ah)
That's all I thought about, wrinkling vertically between my thin eyebrows.
(I wonder what happened to the world tree burning down)
Thousands of meters of tree height you can even hope for from quite a distance.
For this reason, when it comes to world trees, many people think of all the earth. But from Elda, who has some knowledge, it is the underground that matters.
(I don't care about the magic formation of the main body of the Spirit Cannon. Something that can't suck up magic without branches. More than that, it's the body of the Great Charter.
She doesn't know, but Uro, whose undead brother is sitting on a knight. It's further down there, the deepest part of the truth.
Installed is a large, complex, monstrous laminated magic formation. The many pillars embedded in it are the problem.
(If it's completely destroyed, fine)
If it stayed untouched and was left unattended in a situation where the magic supply was cut off.
(I don't like it. If I suck, it's not going to happen while I'm alive)
That was far before she was born, when there was not even a grand charter (Magi Karta), an event that damaged the entire Ost continent.
Much knowledge and skill has been lost and civilization stalled. It is also the cause of the hundreds of years of 'Dark Ages'.
(It'll be a little while before you get comfortable.)
Elf old woman with dropped shoulders and sighs, perfectly manicured parts visible from the outside.
He thought of the spiritual beast of the little black snake, his partner in life, and decided to consult him when he got home.
Back then, in the kingdom's capital, I had dinner at the whorehouse with my friends.
"Good day, Mr. Cornell"
One muscular youth without glory now, sitting alone on a three-seater sofa face to face. He turns his right arm to the shoulder of his neighbor's wife, leaving the other to his left, his wife's daughter.
In other words, he holds the flowers of his parents and children in both hands and is fed them to drink.
"I'm sorry to distract you. This is where you'll be consulted."
A best friend who receives meat by mouth from his wife, chews it gently, then drinks it down and answers.
The dining scenery of the 'No Hand Restaurant' ceremony, but this is one of the three houses of the Wang capital, Sione. It is a super luxury whorehouse sold by Magic Girl and Bowl of Parents and Children.
"You seem weak these days. Why don't you listen to me? '
Guild leader of the Merchant Guild as such. Grandpa Goblin advised me, so I prepared the place and invited him a little forcefully.
"How about that? This play."
From the mouth of a fluffy girl with no breasts or buttocks, get the water from her human skin, moisten her throat and then return it.
As a matter of fact, this is my idea for the first time. The wind clouds in the industry must have stimulated it. I wanted to try something myself.
(As great as it sounds, but it doesn't)
Because the content is simple.
"The Magic Girl on the Sideline and Call Her Mother to the Playroom and Eat Room Service by Mouth"
Because that's all.
Of course, if you satisfy your appetite, then lust is next. That's the set.
"I don't know, you're more irritating than a regular bowl of parents and kids. You mean disloyalty, it's a little awkward."
Cornell interrupts a kiss that lasted a long time with his wife and answers with a lick of his lips. Her wife is blushing, I guess, because she thinks the same thing.
"Is it because a thick mouthfeel predominates, like exchanging each other's saliva?
You're not convinced to go on like that, or the number three of the Knights of the Kingdom with their thick necks tilted.
With my left and right hand, I spoken my own thoughts as I slurped my breasts in different sizes, stiffness, and years.
"After all, I think my daughter has a big presence."
Mouth in front of a real child, long enough to breathe. And we have to accept that.
"It may be a bad expression, but it feels like you've taken over the family."
Bite my lower lip on my words, the wife next to Cornell, who gets increasingly red. If you run your eyes sideways, this wife feels similar.
But my daughter's reaction is both thin. The fluffy girl at my place whispers with a small but strong voice after a gentle lick of the hole in her ear.
"Don't bully your mother too much. It's a violation of manners to bring up family matters while you're playing."
I thought you were right. We apologize to the women. After that, I will focus on feeding you pranks.
Roughly around the end of the meal, Cornell cut to the point.
"As a matter of fact, the Queen has refused to participate in the training. If it's just her, it's still a little bad if it's going to last."
and shortage of human resources. In the Knights of the Kingdom right now, they're growing into a bigger problem than anything else.
That's why he wants me to tell him about other trends.
(Was it this thing that bothered my mind)
Think about it for a moment, if it's okay for you to ask. There will be no problems, in particular.
(The whorehouse is a place to socialize. If it's as good as your three families, the workers can't divulge information)
That is why today we chose this place instead of a whorehouse school.
Still, for once, I open my mouth with my fingers to keep people's stories out of my ears.
"Excuse me, Mr. Tauro. Could you turn the volume down a little?"
He didn't hear me. Seems to have raised their volumes a little too much.
(clicking)
Weaken and adjust the movement of the fingers that were sticking inside the skirt of the wife and girl. Keep to rough breathing and occasional groaning.
"From what I've seen lately, I think the best and the third are hopeless. Number four will be absolutely fine."
Teaching light patrol teacher, who won the regular practice exam, and Mr. Cool, third place, cannot be expected. Only a small, luxurious junior with no chest butt is burning this year.
If I tell you so, a disappointing drool, a breathtaking macho man whose life will be shredded.
"Can't you handle it?
Asked so, I can't change the answer.
"I couldn't let that bother me while I was in Pilot's School, it would be a Knights side issue"
I told him beforehand. 'There may be qualities, but I don't know if you want to be a Knights of the Kingdom'.
"Right. I've advised myself several times, but I didn't seem to take one seriously right now."
I can see that.
"There can be no such thing as those who are not pleased to be invited"
It's a common way of thinking for the superior. If you change "invite" to "I will grace you," you will be able to see it everywhere.
It is true that it is common to many, so it is not a mistake. But there are exceptions to everything.
Cornell speaks out after once again hanging a canna on his life with a sigh of sigh.
"... Mr. Tauro. If I was invited to dinner by the Knights Commander, why don't you come with me?
Knight captain or meal?
Normally, I would be grateful for introducing someone with potential qualities. But not just the Knights of the Kingdom.
"I'm not going. I will never go. It doesn't matter if you're an outsider or something, you don't go as a person."
I categorically refuse.
Nor did this slightly insignificant muscle youth, I guess, mean it. Laughing powerlessly, he said an apology to me.
"Hmm? What's up?"
Then Cornell calls out to the magic girl on the left. Like I said earlier, I guess it was because I was mozzled.
Even now, the young man's boneless fingers dive into her clothes and push the barely swollen tip. However, this reaction does not appear to be caused by irritation.
"... you know, actually, I, uh, fell for the pilots' school exam. I was wondering if you could tell me what to focus on."
As a entertainment professional, I guess I didn't really want to put my personal feelings in my mouth.
I have no problem returning it or flushing it appropriately. But because of that, I decided to get the help boat out of the couch across the street.
"How about that, Mr. Cornell? Blindfold."
Previously on "Uniform Stores. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'So, it was applied to the stretching black tights sports junior.
Cornell has also visited several times as a guest and has severely slammed the spear of love in.
"Nice. How about" kidnapped mother and daughter "anyway?
A little brightness returned, the face of the young man giving the idea.
(Hopefully it will change my mood)
That's about all I can do.
"Then let's all do it. Let me bring you a black cloth that will be blindfolded."
Everyone who follows instructions and moves out. Soon what we want will be carried, and we will carefully put it over their eyes and tie it behind their heads.
And Cornell and I, standing one finger in front of our own mouth, signaled with our eyes.
(sobbing)
They attacked the women silently.
(Secret Order of Evil, Mother Exposed to the Dying Regiment. The magic girls who were called to feed it continue to hang on to the poisonous teeth of the Phantoms repeatedly)
Isn't that a heartbeat setting? Best of all, there will be no help.
"Mother!"
"Stop! What do you do to my daughter? If you want to do it, do it to me."
Riding girlfriends and mature lovers Cornell happy to meet the demands of their wives. Quickly, when I lined up two big asses, I started to alternately poke in and enjoy the difference in taste.
I was also in a bird feathery position, blaming the magical girl for her pilots aspirations from behind, but suddenly her throat just ripped open, turning to the scream.
(Skewered whirlwind! Besides, is this, like, Reaper style?
What a crushing cornell covering his wife with only her buttocks up and spinning herself on the shaft with her groin spear.
Similar would be the helicopter that Reaper performed in the divine game. The people around them called it the Earthquake.
(Don't forget to brush yourself up while you're busy. Exactly)
Unexpectedly, I'm about to leak an exclamation groan.
"Are you okay? What did they do? To your mother, what the hell did you do, uncles!
My daughter wants to know, so I do the best I can.
(I can't rotate, so please be patient with 'Aerial Swimming')
Instead of turning around, I move like a dive heavily in the air.
I pushed my hands and legs into the universe as I stabbed them deep into my little buttocks and began to bend hard.
"Ahhh!
To my daughter's screams, a mother who draws back the consciousness she was losing and another set of mothers and daughters who are frightened because they don't know what's going on.
This is how we enjoyed ourselves all the time and our best friend only got a little bit of energy back.