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

Filthy sounds and cries are echoing in Pao.

Circular columns are erected and the women connected there are ambushed by the men.

Some of them had already stopped to think and their eyes had not copied anything.

Linfa looked at it with a bitter face.

It is sitting on a column erected on the edge of the phosphor itself.

Only one of her men was there. The moment she saw Linfa, she begged for help, but Linfa couldn't do anything about it.

Even if you want to get close, you can only move from the pillar to the string that reached into your own hand.

The companions who were laid on the pillars were stripped of their clothes by the men of the meadow and rolled over asleep.

All I could do was scream to stop. I regretted myself.

They tore everyone's clothes. Next was Linfa.

Linfa also attempted desperate resistance was suppressed by several men and all her clothes were chopped and naked with a small knife.

Then I was forced to wear something like clothes.

A substitute for a long cloth with a round hole through his neck there, a front side in the gap between his arms, and just creased with an armpit string. The length was also short and the groin area was only too tight to hide for the large linfa.

Me or the other, I don't know the name, but my pretty daughter, who was in the Mezzisi Squad, is being put on the edge of this tent.

The daughter also sees the sky with desperate eyes in the world.

You don't have to want to see the mausoleum taking place in front of you to get out of sight.

The mausoleum will never end.

Whether it's over or next, but even if it's over, the next thing you know, the guy takes his place.

Fewer women are not broken anymore.

Linfa has been in the Carga Squad so far, helping many women who were about to be attacked even though it was autumn.

What she's been watching was a man who lost his libido. But what spreads before her was a male who only thinks of a woman as the mouthpiece of lust.

"(I want linfa...... linfa come)"

A deafening voice reached Linfa's ear.

If you look at Linfa, she's the face she worked with until now.

Poor looking kid like a girl, he said his name was Sequilo.

But Linfa stared strongly at his face.

When there was a gobble flaming noise in the formation of the Patriarchate, Rinfa noticed that Sequilo, who had been there until just now, was gone.

Maybe...... I just went around worried about that.

I couldn't find Sequilo and the other one at dawn overnight.

The total burning of the Goble, which kept adhesive in the battle against the meadows, led to the breakdown of morale that the Church National Army managed to keep.

And by a simultaneous attack by the people of the meadows, as they had anticipated it, the Holy Nation Army killed most of them, most of the women were captured, and some fled towards the holes that the people of the meadows had deliberately drilled. Without even knowing that's the Beast's Nest.

Sequilo took the string off the pillar and pulled it. The power of Rinfa can fight sequila. But I didn't want to be here for a moment.

Rinfa is pulled by Sequilo and walks behind him.

If you look at his hand, you can see that he hasn't grabbed it very hard.

She wondered if she could get away from him if she pulled hard now, but I would soon revisit that idea.

Running away is meadow all around. I mean, what are we going to do with it? It would be a good place to grab it again and put it in a tent that would be offended by that multiple or wolf bait.

I was no longer on the verge of giving up.

Sequilo was a slave.

She was a beautiful sex slave child and well inherited the mother's face.

A woman would have lived a reasonably well kept life as a sex slave. But he was a man.

I haven't been blessed with my physique since I was a little girl and I wasn't expected from anyone.

Slaves live in groups, but he was the lowest of them all.

Who would have imagined that he would be recognized by Jumka as a fighter?

He also begins to develop lust when proficiency occurs.

Sex slaves are only for warriors, domestic help slaves have no veto rights for fighters, but slaves have veto rights.

I mean, slaves had to dictate female slaves properly.

There is no woman in the meadow world who wants to be held by seeing Sekiro's face and physique.

Sekiro also had a few female slaves to talk to at work, but they also felt that Sekiro had not seen them as sexual objects.

Sequilo looks from the outside and pulls out with his right hand where a slave of a good stature companion who lives in Pao with him holds an oral female slave. That's the only solution I had.

If you are upgraded to a fighter, a female slave has no veto. However, nevertheless, from the experience of growing up as an unexpected slave to Sekilo, I really did not like to command and hold a woman.

At first Sequilo didn't need a rinfa. I remembered peeking into the thick sex of the Wolge couple and thought it would be enough to do it with my right hand.

However, Sekiro was rewarded by Jumka, a respected warrior and master.

Sekiro was wondering what to do, but Uchiran approached him and said.

"Well done. You did a good job with that chest I gave you? I owe it to you to get undercover."

"Yes, thank you. Dear Uchiran,"

Apparently Sekiro has been liked by Uchiran since one incident between infiltrations in the meantime.

"I mean fine. Well, you infiltrated and smashed all those tanks, didn't you? Wow. You're gonna hold that reward woman today. Come on."

"Yes, you know, the"

"What's up? You look like you might not be as numb as getting a handle. You infiltrated, you broke the tank, you got your reward. Be magnificent."

"Uh, ah, yes"

"Be more dignified. You are what Lord Jumka expects. Bye. I'm gonna go bury his face in his chest."

That's what Uchiran left.

But Sekiro repeats Uchiran's words over and over again. And once you hold your hand, open it, and hold it again.

(Master Jumka always praises the magic of my wind. I'm glad you compliment me, and I know how to grow myself. I used that wind magic to get a woman active. Yeah. Yeah, yeah)

Sequilo walked out of his mind to his chest.

Until now Sequilo has not used Jumka's fighter's simple pao.

Because Jumka's fighters are alone, Pao was too big for a few. That's why I was in a state of borrowing from one of the chief fighter's simplified paos.

But I ordered the slaves to build a simple pao.

And Sequilo picked up Rinfa.

The smell of sweat and juice mixed inside Pao and it smelled terrible.

Sequilo hurried over to Linfa and pulled off the string from the column.

Linfa also left Pao without defying Sekilo and reached behind him.

We entered the newly built simple pao together and tied a string to the column.

We are silently facing each other.

Sekiro's stuff was already ginguine in his Rinfa outfit in too invisible condition.

Linfa's eyes have been staring at Sequilo and trying to shoot him.

But Sequilo's eyes were so focused on Rinfa's chest that he didn't even care about such a gaze.

Chest sticking out just a little from the front. I want to touch that. That's all I thought about Sequilo.

Sequilo approached Rinfa and put up his right index finger, poking him in the chest with a tung.

My fingers sank in and pushed back.

"(Sa, don't touch it)"

I raised my voice in anger, but I didn't hear Sekiro. I was just trembling with emotion at the beauty of the chest feel that came to my index finger.

Sekiro enjoyed the elasticity of pounding and bouncing lateral milk sticking out with his index finger many times.

I sensed that Linfa hadn't even heard of it and used her tied arm and paid for Sequilo's hand.

A normal meadow man would have let you hear what he says here by beating up and straining the linfa. But Sekiro has been with Jumka since he became a fighter, except when he took care of the sheep.

I have seen him listen firmly to his wife's words, respectfully, and apologize properly if he is wrong many times.

Sequilo had been totally poisoned by words and deeds that took care of his woman.

However, the charm of the Linfa in front of him could not be resisted without wielding violence.

Sequilo unties his armpit by stopping Linfa's arm swinging his tied arm around.

Sequilo grabbed Rinfa's chest with his entire palm as soon as he got his hand from the gap in his clothes.

The bouncing elasticity at his fingertips spread across his fingers.

"(Oh, no, hi, yah!!!

Linfa cried out as much as she wanted with her face bright red at Sequilo's behavior.

But with women screaming all over the place, it didn't make sense.

(This is, yeah, right, this feeling. I can see that Master Jumka and Master Uchiran are obsessed. I don't want to let go of something so soft and pleasant)

"(No, let go, let go)"

He is not a brave figure when he was in the formation of the Patriarchate. I'm being offended. It was the voice of a woman who was afraid that she would be further offended.

When I heard that voice, Sekiro sounded like something was going to cut off.

I untied the pillars and pushed down the linfa with incredible force in the sequilo so far.

Linfa was oblivious. In front of me is a boy who wonders if I mistakenly see him as a girl. I couldn't say the force I was pulling until I got here was that strong.

But now it's the boy who's pushing himself down and thinks he's a woman.

The instinctive fear of being offended struck Linfa.

There are two main kinds of actions a woman does when that happens. Thoroughly resist, or your body stops moving because of fear.

And it was Rinfa, the latter.

Sequilo lifted his arm over his head when he found out Linfa couldn't move because of fear and shifted his clothes to the side.

I'm not wearing anything. Rinfa's skin became dewy when she hid it.

Linfa went bright red with embarrassment. But still, my body didn't move with fear.

Sequilo buried his face in the valley of Linfa's chest, breathing twice and three times and enjoying the feeling on his cheeks.

Then he raised his face and became a horse rider and rubbed his chest endlessly with both hands.

That's not caressing or anything. It's just self-satisfaction.

Linfa also did not feel pleasure or anything, even if her own breasts were rubbed. All I can do is tremble and turn my face around with a strong grabbed chest pain.

Sequilo was just obsessed and desperate to taste the feel of Linfa's chest with both hands.

Sequilo wants to feel better while enjoying the feel of her chest. What am I supposed to do? I began to think. And I finally realized that my stuff was completely stiff.

Sequilo immediately let go of his hand from his chest and took off his clothes to reach the position of Linfa's foot.

When I put my hand between my closed legs and opened it, there was a crack in the hard, closed linfa.

Sequilo couldn't let go of his sight from there.

(I know how to do it. I can insert my stuff here. That's fine)

Sequilo put his hips forward without thinking.

Linfa realized there was something hot and hard on her stomach.

Sequilo gazed with his blood between his legs, which had been widened at some point if Linfa had turned his eyes there.

The feeling of a sequilo thing hitting the crack of the phosphor further increased the fear.

The hips of the sequilo move forward and the crack of the linfa only opens slightly.

Linfa meditated on her eyes and just gave up everything.

"Is that it?"

Linfa opened her eyes to Sekiro's hasty voice and looked at you as the expected pain did not come. Sequilo repeatedly put her hips back and forth and tried to insert them into her vagina.

But just slipping through the surface never went into her vagina.

The seventh challenge also ended in failure, when white seeds erupted from Sequilo's objects.

Weird air flowed through each other.

After ejaculation, the Sekiro thing shriveled with a boob.

Sequilo hastily touched and rubbed Linfa's chest in an attempt to burst, but it didn't burst this way.

I had time to think slowly about whether Linfa's mind had settled for the most part as Sekiro panicked.

(Probably failed. Good. Right?

Lynfa laughed with her nose at the depressed sequilo without her stuff.

Sequilo's grin completely shriveled the things that got a little bubbly.

Sequilo retied the phosphors to the columns, furrowed them away and slept.

I was a relieved Linfa not to be offended, but it was another story when I was depressed and saw a sequilo wrapped in fur and somehow the back of my chest became cum.