Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

Knights of the Holy Cross, Monsanto Road, Grand Main Mountain

Beautiful statues of goddesses, stained glass, the sound of flesh and meat colliding in the basement of a majestic, airy, giant church.

Being lit up in a candle in a dim room is a bunch of wine and the Bible in a bookcase.

"This is God's, will you! What do you say?

A man like a chunk of meat piercing a girl far smaller than himself. This man is the Holy Cross Knights Archpope Red Lamb.

Ambushed by the man is a girl who is not even old enough to be collared.

"Ugh... Guh... Ugh..."

"Ha ha, how about the honor of having the Son of God in him. It would be a lot of honor for a human being like you not to be given a piece of value! Huhahahahahahahaha!"

Red Lamb whipped the girl with a whip as she pierced her, and each time she enjoyed the feeling of trembling in her lower body.

"Accept God...!

Red Lamb stabbed the girl hard and she ended up inside without any hesitation.

She was the girl who finally thought this hell would be over, but Red Lamb pulls up the chain on the girl's collar and lifts her hips when she lights the cigar.

"What are you resting on? We're just getting started."

How many times did a girl wish she could pass out to the Archpope, who sprinkled white smoke and smiled like a demon?

But it was the cross held by the Archpope that would not allow it. Every time that cross glows, the girl's consciousness is forcibly awakened, and torture continues without killing her, not even letting her pass out.

It was after such ”love of God” lasted for several hours.

A long-haired young man, dressed in a monastic garment, comes to a room with a stench.

"What, Kelvim, now, God, give, give, be, where"

"Pope, more than the faithful, he says the angels are all ready"

"... Hmm, finally. This brings an end to the old stinking system of knights and the like, where all human beings fall down on the church. If that happens, Kukukukuku."

"Another report from the intelligence department that the Knights are about to flip the anti-flag."

"It's on schedule, I don't mind, just let it swim. How far along are the followers of the people?

"It is about 58% in the three cities of Roenberg, Ridla and Zestin. Zestin is extraordinarily low compared to the Knights' nest."

"What about Tsubaki?

"That one believed in another God in the first place. It's impossible to turn that back suddenly."

"Don't do anything raw, destroy all their statues of faith"

"Doesn't that mean there won't be a revolt in Tsubaki?

"It's not enough to be afraid where we rebelled, such as the powerless Tsubaki. It's more convenient."

"... Yes, sir."

"Catch them where the Knights have attacked. And dismantle the princess, and all the SS Knights. And see all that belongs to the princess as traitors."

"The seraph of the SS and the princesses is powerful."

"It's not necessary. The strength of the individual is no longer important than the mass production of Archangel. You don't have to be scared of Dorothea and the Red Moon."

"How about the treatment of the princesses?

"They're all slave senders. All the Knights are loved and petted. Hurry up with the construction of the Coliseum. The knights will get paid to kill each other."

And the Red Lamb laid down his own lips, and made love unto the girl.

The howling voice of the little bird and the light of day gradually awaken his consciousness.

I fell out of bed and hit my head on hard cobblestones, depressing.

"Say hey!

Damn, you're kidding me, why is it cobblestones, not flooring?

You almost cracked your head.

I look around as I rub my tattered head.

Blowout windows with no windows and only curtains.

Still a run-down interior, but only the bed is new and double bedded.

I thought this would stop me from falling, but apparently my partner kicked me and I fell.

The person in question is sleeping in a futon like a roll cake.

As usual, I'm glad I got back to that usual sight.

"Go home... you're here"

"Goose, I can't eat anymore"

…………

Betta Betta, don't you dare say anything.

I lifted my ass trying to wake Orion up and cut the tree thin to make it flexible. That's what the monks at the temple use when they purr their shoulders. When I slapped Orion's ass as much as I wanted, the purn and pleasant sounds echoed.

"Huh!!

"Gunmornin"

"What's Grummornin '! Wake him up normally! Are you an asshole or what?!?

"No, if you see me sleeping happily ever after..."

"You go around ass-parning if someone sleeps happy!?

"No, because you're so angry"

"Damn it, blossom idiot. If you think I'm finally home, you're gonna fuck me up."

"Hey, Cora, don't go to sleep. Why are you sleeping twice?"

"I'm still sleepy because I made a stupid noise yesterday. Let me sleep. I'll probably wake up after lunch."

"Hey idiot, that's pretty much the one who's gonna wake up till evening."

"Wake up, wake up... gu"

"You lousy bastards."

I have no choice but to leave Orion alone and get into my first morning job in a long time.

"Well, there's a lot to do for now, but first,"

I enter the bull house where the corner of the castle was remodeled.

There are holstauros stretching out there, relaxing still asleep.

"That... I think there's something going on..."

While counting 1,2,3,4 and the number of folds, one of the holstauros notices this one and hits me with tremendous momentum.

And the other Holstauros who realize it arrive.

"Hey, idiot, you shoulder tackles don't get scratchy. Powerful. ---"

One after another, I get the feeling that I've learned that.

"Momo Mo Mo"

"Oh, I'm sorry you've been away for a while."

"Mo."

I was compressed by Holstaurus' milk and couldn't move, but I can still tell closely.

It stinks a little. The smell of milk runs through your nose.

When I was back in the real world, Holstaurus, I thought it was pretty good, but I knew you hadn't washed it properly...

"First things first."

I lead the horde of Holstaurus, like the whistle of Hermeln, to the proud hot springs.

Hot springs also seemed to have undergone expansion work, the number of baths was increasing, and hot water was pouring out of the mouth of statues like Marrion to see which one they had taken, and it seemed to work well enough to name a bath shop.

"All right, take them all off"

With that said, Holstaurus behaved and removed his leather bra, all naked.

This line of breasts is spectacular at all times.

Later, they all drop it in the bath and wash their bodies nicely.

It took a long time there because of the high number, but it didn't take that long because they were all well behaved and washed.

"All right, when you're done washing, you're milking next."

Now it is a milk squeeze that cannot be used for breakfast.

Holstaurus and the others stick out their breasts stretched out on bread just saying they were waiting.

"I knew you weren't out when I wasn't around. It was sweet."

When I serve the milk on my hand, the intense sweetness spreads over my tongue that makes me want to say if it is condensed milk.

I do recall Chloe saying that when the milk accumulates too much, it becomes fermented and sweet.

"Mo...... mo"

Holstaurus, being squeezed, has a tranced look.

The accumulation in the accumulation seems to be squeezing at once and making me feel better.

However, it seems that this milking involves sexual pleasure in the holstaurus, which gradually emanates as it is squeezed.

And I can't wait any longer! Holstaurus, who became, storms toward one another.

"Whoa, whoa!! Wait a minute! Because it's in order!

"Oh... I had a terrible eye. I'm already full of tits. Maybe you should seriously consider purchasing a milking machine."

The milk accumulated in the accumulation seems impossible to squeeze in a day, and I still have a lot of it left, but I think this will be more than breakfast time, so I go into the kitchen with a ton of milk buckets for breakfast.

There Chloe in an apron smelled sweet and baked bread.

"Ah - it smells good. I think this bread is the only victory in the other world."

Good morning, my lord.

"Morning."

The way she cooks in the morning light reminds me of my mother.

No, maybe my mother. I don't think she's such a beauty.

I rubbed Chloe's tits without any foretaste.

But Chloe doesn't resist at all just laughing at the light.

Foreword withdrawn, I won't rub my tits against my mother, and I won't feel like such a jerk.

Rubbing with both hands, someone kicks up my groin the moment I try to get my hands under my clothes.

"Ha ha!!?

My balls are my balls... My balls are CHANG...

"Who! Still, Wai is the king of this castle!

Looking back, there was the figure of Mr. Freia, a flaming magician with white eyes.

By the way, she is the fruitful daughter of Chloe. They are half elves, so they are not at all matched in appearance and age, and Chloe and Freia only look like sisters.

…………

"Sounds like fun in the morning, King."

"... cha... cha cha cha"

"What's that talking about?"

That would kill you as a daughter if you saw your mother's tits mommied. If I'm in the opposite position, I'll probably kill you.

"What, you wanted to be rubbed, too, yeah, because Wye didn't refuse to come"

Touching the wacky and Freia's tits, I didn't think I'd touch them, and my fingertips sank straight into Freia's chest.

"Um, Mr. Freia"

"Oh, my God, keep going."

"Well, I feel like my guilt has swelled up so much that the death penalty is already inevitable."

"You know that."

Bong blasted the kitchen and I was blown away with my head turned into a Chilean afro.

"Damn, I had a terrible eye. It's not easy touching boobs, really."

Where are you foolish, when you get blown outside the castle, Kachanov was fixing the stardust driver I smashed.

"Ah, brother, good morning Yasushi!

"Morning. Are you fixing this for me?

"Hey, brother, hey, this might take a while. It's like an internal magic circuit. It is easy to see when the engraving of the deformation mechanism is fading away with heat."

"Really... you're not a kachanov magician"

"Hey, it's easy to ask a good skilled magician through the Bart Chamber of Commerce"

"Sorry, thanks"

"Don't worry. You saw this, and you found yourself in a fierce battle in a different world."

"That was my lifeline. I'm glad you had it."

"I flew my brother to another world because of me, so what can I really apologize for?"

"Fine, because it was a fun different world. Kachanov, there's one more thing I'd like to ask of you."

"Hey, why are we doing this?"

"Actually ------"

Talking to Kachanov, liquor store owner Ricard from Fairy Angel comes to the castle with a barrel of liquor.

"Alas, King, welcome home. Oh, my God. What happened to your super good-looking face yesterday?

"It's just for use in battle and when I want to be chewed off, usually with this face."

"Oh, then stay with that handsome face the whole time. You can have that one."

"Why do you have to be handsome and hold a man?"

"Lighter."

Mm-hmm. They throw kisses all over me, and I flinch reflexively.

However, since returning to this world, the trigger of the liberation of the Sword God has been very light, sometimes transformed just by gripping black iron, and this one is confused by the change.

"What's this?

"It's a celebration of the king's return. Do it flashy."

"I just did it flashy yesterday, too. Yes, Mr. Ricard, come to our castle this evening for a drink."

"Oh, nice, I'll tell the girl too."

That being said, Ricard walks back to the liquor store in Kunechne.

"All right, I'll be around."

"Hey, I'll see you later"

Okay, next time.

"Ah, good morning, King!!

Suddenly it was Simon of the Kobolt tribe who was obnoxious.

The face looks completely like a wooden dog, but this still sounds like a fine hound.

It's so weak, though.

"King, look, I have improved my sword's arm!

That's what Simon said. He throws the apples he had heavenly high and sets up his sword.

Perhaps you want to slash the apple the moment it falls.

But the apple falls as-is and rolls down the gobble and the ground.

And Simon waved his sword.

"No, it's late! You're too late! It's totally falling!

"That's crazy"

Simon picked up the apple and ate it as it was mushamsha.

"You're gonna eat it!

What the hell did you want......

"King, I'm finished planting the seedlings of the trees you asked me to plant behind the castle!

"Oh, well, let's see"

When I went behind the castle with Simon, there were tree seedlings planted with that name, whether it was a world tree or a yugdrasil, given to me by God Dragon.

He said that if this grows, we can go back to the original world, but we all have no idea how big it should be.

But I find myself uncomfortable.

"Hey Simon, that seedling I gave you yesterday, was it this big?

"No, it was only about foot!

"That's right..."

I look at the tree seedlings, rather than the yugdrasils that have already grown over my height and about two meters.

"You're getting so big at speed..."

He did say that the god dragon grows in people's happiness, and I presume it's probably getting big in that happiness.

"Ah king, I forgot to tell you! Mr. Raylan in the basement is sleeping today. Mr. Raylan wanted me to come and wake you to the king!

"Weren't those kids going into a hot spring in the morning and warming up their body temperature?

"I usually do, but why today? I don't know!

Well, look, don't think deeply. I'm headed to Raylan's bedroom, lined with coffins in the basement of the castle.