Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

~ Shaolan ~

He was fed a meal by those who thought he was Mr. Jumka's servant with his morning awakening.

Eat that hard. I was taken by the servant and put in the same carriage as yesterday.

There was just some loud noise when I was in the carriage and I was boggling.

If you look in that direction, you can see the firepillar rising in the direction of the fort.

"What's that?

Ask the man in the same carriage. But no reply. I had no light in my eyes when I got in in the morning so I was already...

I heard Mr. Jumka at the same time as the fire pillar went out.

"Look, you don't have to chase anyone who runs from the fort. But whoever runs from the fort with food and other supplies is an enemy who defends and fights the supplies. Running away with a woman is an enemy who protects and fights women. Let's go."

This would be the magic of loudness.

I mean, did the third fort fall on the fire pole now? No, you must have fallen. Oh, what a horrible bunch of people we've dealt with... Oh, but my uncle who overwhelmed these people is still nice.

The carriage moves and passes beside the burning fortress.

The third fort, which was only here the previous day, is on fire.

I felt trembling and wanted to hug my body, but I couldn't do that either because I was tied up.

When the carriage stops, one woman comes in with her arms tied just like me.

Everyone comes in with a squeaky face and regrets.

Is that it? There's a green string on the rope that's tied only to me. What is it, this?

There were a lot of people who hurt themselves with tied arms, people who cried.

Come on, ladies.

After a while, a man is screaming.

I get off the carriage with one more person. I don't like it. A man is forced to pull out a woman who cries out that she doesn't like it.

I was in the deepest part because I was the first to come in. The guy told me I didn't have to leave when I tried to.

When you look outside, the women are gathered in one place and surrounded.

There's something the men are discussing. Ah! That's Mr. Jumka.

At the end of the discussion, one woman after another is being taken.

Yeah, that was redistributing the women.

Eight women came into this carriage.

The carriage is full of people with faces and tears like you've given up something.

What you hear from the outside is the sound of building something.

Maybe we'll lay a formation here today.

When the sound turned down, a man came in and pulled a string stretching out of the tied arms of the women.

"Follow me, too"

Yeah, the guy says so, so I got out of the carriage, too.

Beyond them was the dwelling of the people of the meadows.

I was told to go inside. I was tied to a pillar in the corner of the room by Mr. Jumka's servant who took care of me in the morning.

When I looked at the centre of this house, there stood eight pillars.

And you'll be connected to each and every one of them.

When I woke up for a while, a guy with a flat plate came and put it in front of us.

Oh, you mean eat this, you should eat this directly because you don't have that servant today, like a dog, but you have no choice.

I thought so and started eating directly across my body.

The people at the center hesitated a lot. And I've normally started eating like a dog with a despised eye.

Half the people couldn't stand hunger and ate just like me and the other half didn't.

And some time after I finished eating, the men came in and retrieved their plates.

When the plate was cleared, I removed one of the women whose man was at the center from the pillar and forced him to stand.

And three suppressed the woman's person, and one mutilated the woman's person's clothes with a dagger.

"(No, don't)"

There's nothing you can do if you're desperately suppressed by the three of us to resist, you ripped all your clothes off, put a monkey in your mouth, put you to sleep on your back, and put your arms on a column so you can't move.

Once the person was finished, those four headed toward the person next door.

"(Don't come, don't come)"

It was desperately violent, but it was already attached to the pillars, and such resistance was suppressed in vain, and apes were put on my mouth, and my clothes were cut with a dagger.

One, I was naked with one again and fell asleep on my back.

When those four left, now eight men came in.

"Which one?

"I like this one."

"I'm this guy."

"I like that, too."

"Well, let's go."

"Wolf, I thought it was a damn bow"

"Hehe, then don't take me"

Those eight men were looking and looking at each woman's person as a giraffe.

When each one chooses one, the men take off their pants...... Is that it? That much? Mr. Jumka's was from the top of his clothes, but it was huge, so we all thought it was about that...

The men grabbed the women's feet, opened wide, covered their bodies, and aligned themselves.

The decisive moment has turned a blind eye.

All eight raise voices that do not remain voiced while the men pierce and strangle the monkeys.

With tears in his eyes and a wave of his neck, he expresses his willingness to reject, but the men move their hips without worrying about it.

I learned fear from the bottom of my heart at the men's mere acts to satisfy their sexuality.

The very feeling that I was ready until now is shaking.

I can't block my ears because my arms are tied.

A woman's sobbing voice, the sound of her skin bumping into her ears.

Fear. I can't wait to be afraid.

Help, uncle, help.

I tremble at the fear in front of me and hear the women cry.

I want to get out of here right now, but I can't do that either.

Meditate your eyes, eat your teeth, shrink your body, and endure that fear.

The feeling of something being pulled there strikes me.

I resist that feeling but it is pulled with tremendous force.

Walk in the direction of being bent and pulled by the force.

Afraid, am I going to be so offended by Mr. Jumka, too?

As I moved on trembling with fear, I gradually couldn't hear the woman.

Fear, but when I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a very large back in front of me.

Big, powerful man's back. That's the back I dropped off this morning.

I don't know why, but I felt like I could squeeze cum around under my umbilical cord on that back.

The moment I felt safe on that back, sweat poured out of my body.

It looks like warm stuff was also flowing out of the bottom before I realized it.

He was brought to Mr. Jumka's tent and followed to the pillars.

I sat on the spot and saw Mr. Jumka.

"Were you afraid? Your body's trembling."

I found myself trembling at one of Mr. Jumka's words.

"No, no, no."

I can't speak the words I thought.

The scene of the mausoleum I saw and heard over there. Awareness that I am a woman.

And the fear that it's the man in front of you.

Everything went together and I couldn't stop shivering in my body.

Mr. Jumka comes closer without saying anything.

Afraid, as I am like that woman......

Something rode over my head as I meditated on my eyes.

"You were scared. Don't worry, I won't do that to you as promised."

Something over my head moved on Mr. Jumka's words.

I opened my eyes and Mr. Jumka's hand was on his head. I'm being stroked in the head.

Big, boneless samurai hands. Familiar. This is tough during workouts. After that it is similar to the hand of Master Gyukou, who gently stroked me.

Fear gradually fades away from my body.

But it won't be too late if the fear fades in the chest that was hitting the early bell with fear.

It is even thrilling and chirping.

The feeling of being squeezed under the umbilical became even stronger.

"You've already finished your meal, haven't you? Let's get some sleep."

That's what Mr. Jumka said, untied the pillar, tied it back to the pillar where I lay on my back, and hung my fur on me and fell asleep away.

When there is no more fear, the focus goes on nature and on one's body.

I sweated a lot and even took a little leak, so it started to feel a little rough.

I recall yesterday's behavior with Mr. Jumka as he moaned his body.

A hand that slowly moves to stroke my body, over the cloth, was an act of wiping my body, but still I was stroked around my chest, legs and groin whether this was still the case.

Maybe if it was normal after that, they would have been mausoled as they were. But this guy didn't do it. I wonder why...

It was over clothes, but, you know, it wasn't like you weren't interested in a woman because it was swollen over there. I guess I shouldn't have this body ugly......

I wondered why I had to feel gloomy when I was feeling a little gloomy.

Thanks to this ugly body I didn't have to taste hell as a woman......

I remember yesterday when they touched my chest over the cloth when I thought so. If there was no cloth then...

Reminds me of yesterday when I was snoozed through the crack muscles over the cloth. If there was no cloth then...

When I started imagining if Mr. Jumka touched me directly, the heat came out of my body.

Especially when my crack is hot.

I get eroded by something that doesn't fill me up.

I can't tie you up even if I want to touch you.

I could hardly sleep that night.