Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Time. Wake up."

The impact on the head blows away a pleasant slight sleep.

The sensation of the body gradually came back with the awakening.

Sleeping beds are damp with hard and unpleasant numeries.

The stench of nasal excrement and dirt, the cries you hear in the distance, the yelling noises, the deafening sound of metal rubbing off.

Cobblestone...... No. Is it a dungeon?

Apparently the headache is due to the shock of being kicked in the leg earlier.

There was a man with a frustrating, inert mustache when I gave him his face.

"Get up now. I'll skip dinner again."

Grabbed by the collar and forced to stand.

No, my upper body is naked and has no collar.

It was the leather ring around his neck that grabbed him.

Those who were similarly collared around him walked out with a sad look on their faces.

"You're a slave."

I shake off the man's arm and lie down again.

Rae, Nonna, etc. are made old times, and sometimes they come to my bedroom crying.

On the other hand, I don't see it as a nightmare because I don't care as much about the age of slavery, just because the only woman with thick makeup who killed me when I escaped is so heartbroken that I want to apologize for a word and then seed it.

"That said, it was an unpleasant experience. I wonder if I cared somewhere in my heart."

If you go back to sleep, you'll wake up too.

Rae said this morning he would try special cookies for the first time or something.

Enjoy it with Celia if it tastes good, and throw it in Iridina's stomach if it's not what you could have eaten.

When I think about it, my body rises.

"How many times have I slept with you! You're licking me!

He was then stretched out on his cheek, kicked in the stomach, grabbed his hair by a stop and slapped to the ground.

There's blood on my head before I think it's a dream.

I took your leg and tried to pull you down...

(Scary, scary, sore, nasty)

My body suddenly shivered and stopped moving.

"What the hell?"

I had no choice but to join the line of slaves while they kicked me in the back.

This is how the slave life began, but I've noticed a few things.

"Carry that stone there!

"You can't grip the scoop because your nails are turned? Then keep working with your mouth shut!

First of all, the place is not an underground arena… but a normal pioneering village, and the work that can be made to open up and dust civil works. I don't have this kind of work or experience in my slavery years.

"Is that all you can carry! Carry twice that!

"I don't know what else to do. You're such a pussy."

Verbal answer and confirm your body as you are beaten.

She is about 10 years old and about 130cm tall. Is she small and poorly nourished? Her body is weak with henna.

Of course, he's a few steps poorer than me as a boy who was sword-wielding in the basement, and angrily, he looks neutral and neat.

"... it's like hell that the war is finally over."

"I don't have a choice. This is a former Eugenian realm... and the king doesn't care."

"The king only plays with beautiful people every day and thinks of us as worms..."

The chronology is the same as it was before I was made to work.

I breathed now to defeat Southern Euglia and reclaim Elektra from the Federation.

The place is a devastated southern region...... that's not good enough to do massive lawlessness there.

"But the deputy will do well, too. I can't believe you made it look like you hired a husband for reconstruction out of the kingdom and actually let him gather orphans for the same task at a cheap price. Actually, the work is going well, so don't worry about getting rid of it."

"Oh, come on. Don't speak ill of the deputy. That's why we get paid so much just because we're sitting around. When it comes to work, it's like kicking a kid and pretending to be his husband during an inspection."

That's why they say.

Adolph, I want to say what you're doing, but the reconstruction is not actually going on, nor is it planning a rebellion.

For what the orphans are crying about, I guess I haven't been able to grasp it because the deputies are just fattening up and there's no plus or minus as a kingdom.

Whatever it is, I don't have such vivid realistic dreams.

I guess I'm actually here for some reason.

"What are you stealing and listening to! You want a whip?!?

My shoulder clasped up before I tried to yell back.

Of course, there's no way I could have threatened these guys.

Then it is this body that is threatening.

I didn't become a slave boy, I guess I was possessed by this boy or something.

It's like if you concentrate your spirit all the time, you can see the boy's heart deep inside your heart. It's like you can't see.

"You're shrinking too much. I guess we can talk if we don't come out more upstairs!

"What are you yelling at all of a sudden?"

tongue-in-cheek at a stuffed man.

"Don't react to me one by one. I hope you're lucky, but you can drink without talking too much."

It was when for some reason the cut man shook up the whip.

"What the fuck are you playing at!

The man grows up in a wild voice.

"Director Ruo!

The "director" who appeared nuzzled was a muscular man about a turn smaller than the real me.

"It's after work for the kid. It was raining yesterday. I'm just late. If you leave the process, you'll come to visit a troublesome kingdom."

"Hee, Director Hee. Excuse me......"

The man whips and urges him to get back to work.

But my gaze is off the director - not exactly next to it.

"The director is sweet, not nice."

There was a girl holding onto her thick arm and making a cat stroke.

When I was about 14 or 15 years old, I was made to dress like a whore with wide open thighs and breasts, and even this, I sold the director the flair.

"Hit it. I'm a sweet man... for someone who obeys me."

The director rambles his arms into the girl's chest and clutters her yet to swell chest.

For a moment, the girl's face distorted but quickly returned to a sweet look.

"Ugh, I always obey you. So don't break it like Misha. I'm not using it."

That's the girl who kisses me in a fragrance while accepting the hand of a man crawling up his crotch, but I see an irresistible threat in the back of his expression. Oh, and I guess I'm trying to survive.

I had eyes with a girl.

For some reason my heart makes strange noises with the queen.

"What are you looking at!

The girl walks over here with Zukazka and kicks me in the face.

And he stepped on the back of my head when he fell in.

"Ha! Look at that. The porn kid's been kicked down!

The director laughs and the other watchmen follow suit.

It must be quite humiliating to be able to step on your head, but I wasn't angry at you for wondering.

Sometimes I say the other guy is about the same girl as Anastasia, but most of all because I found out she was trying to get a little out of the director's arms by rambling me.

Now I wonder what the problem is.

This body is not mine.

Then I also wonder if this boy should solve everything.

"What, what... but I don't know"

Girls who shudder to see me stomped and think I'm next.

"You porn kid! What a nasty gaze! Whose woman do you think I am? And then... uh... a face that looks lovely! Uh... this past life dosquebe middle-aged!

Girl who stomps me on the stretch.

The director will not be touched while this lasts. Or I guess I'm desperate to think that doing it grandiose will make me feel a little better. Not to be broken like my predecessor.

Hey and I call it in my heart.

The reply will not come back.

Then I'll do it on my own.

There's no reason for me to be used in such a trinket when I've betrayed my boss and my king.

I roll down the ground pretending to be a big kick.

Then grab the pebble in your left hand and grab the broken wood pile with your right hand.

Set it up the next time you get kicked.

Pretending to blow up to the director, he throws a stone at the watch and screws a pile down the director's throat or chest.

Even Henahena's body is completely alarmed. Now we should be able to do it.

Roll on your back and wait for the next attack.

The girl shook her legs up in desperate shape and saw black, remarkable shapes of underwear that would be worn in a man's hobby.

The back of my chest also makes weird noises.

"This guy's got horny eyes on me again -!"

The girl stomps through my groin with a horrible face that she still has an excuse to go on.

That's when I realized.

"Hey, what's this little..."

I can tell by the feeling of being trampled.

My groin is too small for a child, it wouldn't even be 15 cm.

"There's no way I can get things done with this little thing..."

Power falls out of both hands, letting go of the stones and piles.

Eventually the girl's brutality ends and she leaves again with the director.

Another daughter will wake me up, trampled and worn out.

"It's okay!? The couch guy, he looks a little good, so the director likes him, and he can wear that all he wants to. Anyway, you're gonna get bored right away, you're gonna be worn out, and you're gonna throw it away, so you can laugh at him then."

Well, we have to hurry.

For some reason, my body started to move a little better.

That night I wake up slowly in the dark.

And hold your lower abdomen and keep groaning low.

Just so it doesn't sound like a resounding shout, just so it sounds like a lookout.

"What the hell - is that you? It would hurt if you could kick all that in. Even the balls crumbled?

Grabbing the lookout hand stretched with mockery rather than worry, he shoves a piece of metal hidden inside his only garment, his underwear, down his throat.

"- but!... gu! Hiu......"

Screw the vocal cord into the crushing position and rotate it multiple times to tear the trachea apart.

The man's faintly distressed voice disappears into the dark night without reaching anyone.

"Hmm. Now you're safe."

I take the key from the man's body, open the cage, take the sword, cut off the collar and shackles.

And then I stick my hand in my underwear again and take it out because this is still more than one borough cloth smudged with oil.

"I guess I'm sad. I can hide as much as I want because I have small contents"

Respond to the footsteps you hear and lay low on the ground.

I can almost certainly find a way to do this when my original body is, but I can do it now.

"Well."

If you challenge them from the front, your body threatens you and you can't move. Not a single thing on top, so you have no winning shot.

I laughed when I grabbed the pine light on the wall.

The alarm rings.

"Fire -!! Fire -!"

"The material yard is burning! There's a fire coming out of the kids' cages, too!

"Not the other way around! The barracks, the cannons, everything's on fire! There's fire coming out of there!

"What happened!? Is this a raid? Is it an accident?!? Put out the fire anyway -!"

I stood on a hill and threw down a lit pine light watching the mayhem under my eyes.

Well, this would happen because you ran around freely and lit a village that didn't envisage an enemy attack.

There was also a group of children on the hill who had escaped from their cells.

"Fire... why are you guys out there! I can't believe you guys..."

One watchman notices them, but before he shouts, he hits them from behind and punches his heart with a sword.

"You guys stay there."

I run off with a word to the children who let me go.

There was no objection as to whether everyone had lost their liver to the situation in front of them.

I was headed to a building with a supervisor.

I saw him come in here with a couch in the evening.

I lay low at the entrance and wait for it to pop out, but it doesn't come out inside.

"... that's crazy"

Are you sleeping?

Then I'll try to open the door when the fire turns sooner or later if I don't wake it up.

"Wow! I can't stop this body! I can't wait to see you around this age!

"Ouch! It hurts! It breaks! A little more gentle...... hippie!

The director was offending the couch with tremendous momentum.

He's screaming as if he'd even hit his body.

He seemed too obsessed to notice the noise.

Coufa's cried out at the blame for being too violent, and this one didn't seem to notice the noise.

There was quite a lot of blood on the sheets, whether they were virgins or not, and how unscrupulous they were.

You can't fight by cutting the front.

It is overwhelmingly unfavourable in a child's body, and above all, there is nothing the body can do to flaunt itself.

Therefore, it is unilaterally punished before it becomes a 'battle', just as it killed the guard.

"What are you... saying it's a fire!?

But it's slower to fly than I imagined, and the director has eyes.

My body snaps up instantly.

I thought you'd give me a break about stopping here or something.

"Oh, you..."

I also have eyes for a coufa whose crotch was defiled by a man's beastly desire.

At that moment, there was a gnawing force in his lower body.

"Wow!!

I jumped and I slashed all my fingers off the director's arm, sticking my sword up my chest as I pressed it.

Two, three, four degrees...... eventually the director weakens as he sprays blood bubbles.

"It was dangerous."

How troublesome it is to look up to each other.

There is no response to calling on the body owner to have some more guts.

"Later..."

I wave my sword down the director's neck many times.

"Hey!? Hih, hih!? Abbubububu..."

I didn't go under one knife because of my weakness, but I managed to cut it.

There were just a few lookouts jumping in there.

"Director, it's hard. - Wow!

I grab my freshly slashed neck and look back slowly.

"Too bad the director doesn't have a throat to talk to anymore. I'll take your place."

I say with a full smile.

The fire began to spin, smoke broke in and the atmosphere came out.

I laughed. I laughed with a resounding voice.

"Ah, demon..."

"Whenever a kid starts and ends... yes you can always do it! I'll report to the deputy first!

The watchmen screamed orally and fled to roll.

"Phew. I'm glad it worked."

Earlier movements may have stretched the limb muscles.

Even the other one couldn't fight properly.

"Oops, if you stay like this, you'll burn to death"

Throw away the director's neck and lift up the stunned coufa.

Outside, the watchmen flee with us, and the children who were being abused greet us with cheer.

"Yay... I got rid of them! You don't have to live shivering at the whip anymore!

"You don't have any more terrible things to do... you need to be able to threaten to come today every time the sun goes down..."

"The pantry was safe! From now on, we can eat meat!

Boys and girls alike cheer as they hug each other.

Seeing you cry and rejoice meant I was worth stretching.

"From now on, we're going to work for ourselves and make it, and we're all going to protect it from terrible adults!

"Let's all decide our rules! With that girl who let us go, I'm sure we can!

If you say that, you're going to get tense.

"We don't need a" superintendent "who only sees us as a tool for making money!

That's right. I don't want it.

"Anyway, all the bureaucrats in the kingdom are pretending not to see it in guru! Terrible people...... I don't need it anymore!

That's right. I don't want the awful ones.

"I don't need no more kings or ministers! We're... independent!

"That's right, independence!

The moment I say that, it cheers like it exploded.

The moment, he returned it to me.

"Hey, wait a minute. That's momentum."

"There were swords and spears left in the armory!

"Let's dig and rebuild the fence! It's not hard for us!

"We collect nuts and food in the woods! There may be rabbits, so follow me, boys!

My kids are starting to move.

"Wait, listen, hey"

"Another supervisor should have done the same thing in a mine nearby! Wait for the night to set you on fire!

"Oh! There are weapons and numbers over here. I wouldn't be scared if we all did it!

My screams are scratched out by a bright voice full of hope.

The flag that was flying in the centre of the village was lowered and began to burn.

"... what will you do if I rebel against me?"

- A few days later.

Hundreds of children joined the village.

Another pioneering village was dropped.

Even if they are as alert as slaves and orphans are to be rampaged, they do not assume that they will be raided by hundreds of armed units, nor are they guarded or trained soldiers.

As a result, they flee and scatter without fighting.

"That's a thousand and five hundred...... that's an amazing number"

The effects of long wars and wars… perhaps also collected from the realm of the Federation and Empire.

Even though the lawlessness of the deputies who denigrated the poor ones into slavery stands out, Goldonia would also be responsible for missing out on the tragedy in which all those orphans were placed.

"Are you still saying the king is incompetent?"

My surroundings snort at my words.

"Who's incompetent!

"" "Yes!?

This matter is complicated, so let's not think about it.

Now we should focus on what is more necessary in front of us.

"But most of all, the trouble is..."

I turn to the girl smiling next door.

When I was about eighteen, I guess, the oldest of those here and already a grown man in shape.

Besides, he was quite a beauty grown up over his age if he tried to wipe his dirty face.

And although I'm changing from boro to pretty clothes, I couldn't get that many fabrics available here, so there's a lot less fabric down there on top. I mean, there's a lot of exposure.

"Uh, what's up?

Those eyes are troll, and as soon as I ask you out, you'll be able to get a bed with me.

I would have hugged him right up and seeded him in his bedroom.

But when I look at her like that, I only get the impression that she's a beautiful woman.

And on the other hand......

"Um! Wild strawberries. I'm full of them!

No matter how you look at it, the back of your chest cums on a young child.

I would say this pervert towards my body, but if I think about my body's age, is this what it is?

"I had a lot of trouble. I want to go back soon."

"Um..."

A place that was busy with reluctant voices quiets back.

When I gave him a face for something, he was a couch.

Everyone stares at her with a caged eye of hostility.

It was the first time in a long time that my body stood up when I saw my ever nicotine sister spit.

Of all the beautiful clothes that everyone wore in a worn out piece, only one was on the contrary. Now I wonder if this is still dirty due to mud and stains.

Did they throw anything at you? My hair was dirty too.

I can't help it.

I guess he was doing the same thing to everyone that he did to me.

Then for her now, everything is more of a needle.

"Shall we change places?"

I pull Coufa's sleeve and take my seat off.

"Oh, thank you......"

"I don't mind."

Coufa gently took my arm and looked at me and murmured, 'Protect me'.

My chest hurts so much that I cum and my heartbeat is loud.

And my body starts skipping on its own.

That's an understandable reaction. Hey.