Soul Eater of the Rebellion

I returned to the city of Ishka seven days after being attacked by the King of Flies.

It took me four days to get through the forest, so I personally thought it would be five to six days later, but it seemed that I had been caught in the nest longer than I thought.

... Well, I can't remember exactly how long the maggots were eating, and I can't help helping.

Anyway, back in town, I went to the guild right away-I didn't.

He thought that it was Seki's mountain that would be driven out with his loose hair, ragged clothes, and a greasy body.

I wanted to slow down at least overnight to get along with them. I've been collecting various things.

Ishka has a public bath that can be used by the general public at low cost. So, after sweating and dirt on the workers, I went to the red-light district after purchasing appropriate clothes.

Walk quickly on the avenue where the sun has fallen.

I've been suffering from poverty in the last few years and haven't been to the red light district as a matter of course. My last memory goes back five years.

He was taken by a senior adventurer and throbbing with Lars-Lars seemed to be thrilled in another sense, what to do if she was found by women.

Anyway, it's been a long time.

There is no problem with funding. He received the remains of the adventurer who was killed in the fly's nest.

The dead do not need money. I'll use it as much as I can.

Instead, please bring your identification tag to the guild and sleep comfortably.

In addition, I think that if you sell the equipment left there, it will be a great amount, so I will return to see the cage. Fufufu.

――Please note that this is a general action of adventurers, and I am not a special guess.

The guild's rules stipulate that the identification tag and the belongings should be delivered as much as possible, but that's an unspoken consent, so I'm not asking you to go into it.

Ask the person who sent the identification tag "Do you have any leftovers?" The person asked was answered "No." That's it.

If people scrutinized that area, there would be a situation in which those who took out the identification tag and took only the remnants would continue. It is important for the guild and for the surviving family to see if the missing adventurer is alive or dead.

Of course, there are those who submit belongings according to the rules. There is no excuse for being blamed by such people, but I, who had been exiled from the guild in the first place, have no obligation or reason to follow the guild rules.

Nevertheless, since I have collected all of the identification tags, my actions are praised and there is no reason to be blamed!

After the self-justification, the prostitute is ready.

When you put gold coins in your pocket, you will feel more nervous. In the old days, you will enter the store where your seniors took you dignifiedly, and guide you to a room that you can not talk to normally.

When you breathe your nose and push your opponent down and smolder on your lips.

-"It" has come.

The heart jumped sharply. Similar to sexual impulses, impulsive impulses run around the body.

The opponent, hugged by force, screams small and looks here as if to blame.

He looks like someone of the same age as me, but he's definitely a top geisha from the price of one night.

You may have noticed that I am not used to such a place.

The poor man who happened to get a fortune, ignorant of the art of caressing, instantly doubled in the glance of such a contempt, and his urge doubled in his head.

I forcibly hugged the opponent I hate, and then just squeezed the lips to the other lips-"Eat."

Soul What is important in your opponent.

At that moment, the giko's body jumped greatly in my arms.

I don't know what kind of sensation arose there. However, it seems certain that it has never been felt before, and he is apparently confused and trying to leave me.

However, I ignored that person's actions. I mean, I didn't even see it in the first place.

Because she was drunk with tremendous pleasure.

That pleasure I felt when I cut the maggots first in the fly's nest. It lasts as long as it sucks your lips.

That is not all. My mouth was full of melting sweetness.

The girl's lips are not sweet or that kind of expression, but really sweet. The sweetness of multiply-concentrating the island's amazake was out of my taste, but it is now equivalent to heavenly honeydew.

Drink it, drink it, drink it to the end.

How many times have you done that?

In her arms, a gisanese woman has a reddish face, and her whole body is convulsed with a stunned face.

Nevertheless, I continue to act as if driven by the urge, continue, continue ...

When I realized, my level was up to '6'.