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

I was taken by Mr. Ingrid and pushed into Vincent's chest cockpit.

Inside it is a bike-shaped seat, so that it sits across it.

I was behind her, and as she sat forward, she grabbed the two handles in front and leaned forward.

Apparently, that's the replacement for the joystick.

"It's really like a motorcycle"

Probably a seat made assuming horseback riding, not a motorcycle.

When Mr. Ingrid manipulates a number of input keys provided on the handle, the open cockpit hatch closes.

Instead, the monitor lit up and the outside footage the camera showed up in front of me.

At the same time, machine audio sounds.

[Launch Vincent with root permissions, activate voice control. Please allow microphone settings]

"Permission"

[Next, please agree to the privacy and policy items]

"… Agreed"

[Record usage information to improve the system, are you sure?

…………

Don't tell me that sounds like a wussy app to me...

Did you think the same thing, Mr. Ingrid calls Skip with no expression?

"Correspondent (Operator), gather the information to Vincent"

"Copy that. Set the command plane (Commander -) to Diamond 1 Vincent. Concentrate on Vincent."

Erigo One, roger.

Erigo 2, roger.

Belze1, roger.

"Vincent, we're leaving."

Mr. Ingrid turns the accelerator lever and steps deep through the foot pedal. At the same time, the fuselage accelerated with great momentum and the steel centaur popped out of the hangar.

Vincent winds up the earthen smoke and walks inside the hex scratching the earth with steel hooves.

Fast! That's horse legs, Armor Nights or something. Fast enough! But the gravity applied to the passengers is not half that much.

I hesitated to grip Mr. Ingrid's thin hips in front of me if it was a good one, but not if you're thinking about it. I turn my hand around her hips in a half-hugging fashion and endure intense acceleration.

"Negigigiri"

The view on the monitor flows with great momentum. Even though it seems like an arcade bike game, the game I know doesn't generate such strong gravity.

"We're gonna jump."

"What?"

Shortly afterwards, as Vincent jumps over the hill, his guts are attacked by a floating sensation.

Actually, I don't even have a seat belt, so my body was floating off the seat fluttering.

"Whoa, whoa, I'm scared. Okay!

"Shut up, don't make a scene in your ear"

"I can't. Uh-oh!

I was already selflessly obsessed and stuck with Mr. Ingrid.

No, this isn't a bike game, shaking and acceleration are close to screaming machines.

Besides, I'm afraid I don't know what happens next because I'm not the one piloting it.

"Wow, I'm afraid, no, no!

"You pull too far! I can break my clothes!

"Excuse me. Excuse me! It rocks!

I gripped Mr. Ingrid's military uniform vigorously, and there were several unpleasant sounds of merit and cloth breaking as he swayed.

"It would help if you could slow it down a bit!

"It wouldn't make sense to come at Vincent (here) if I slowed down"

"That's right!

Fluffy floating feeling again. Land immediately and the impact of the acceleration minutes hits the cockpit.

At the same time there was the sound of a thousand cuts between Patun and something.

Shit, maybe I tore my clothes off because I gripped my uniform so hard.

"Shh, excuse me, did you possibly break it?

…………

Vincent suddenly slowed down and stopped.

Oh, isn't this the one who's so angry? That's what I thought, but Mr. Ingrid was silent, sliding his hand into his own clothes and cleverly pulling out only the bra.

Seeing, the hardware behind the bra is broken. Apparently, the jumping shock broke it.

…………

We get awkward air from each other.

I feel her chest position has dropped slightly as a result of removing her bra.

Vincent ran out when Mr. Ingrid grabbed the handle and stepped in the petal as if nothing had happened.

"Your body's fine, but your clothes couldn't stand it..."

"Bad shock absorption mechanism (suspension). Let Lunaria renovate."

Neither would Mr. Lunaria have thought a recall would take place in a place like this.

But the problem followed.

"Knock..."

Every time Vincent jumps from earlier, there's a groan leaking from Mr. Ingrid.

"What's wrong? Even in physical condition."

"Nothing"

Shortly after I said that, the fuselage rocked heavily.

"Gu... damn..."

"So, are you okay?

"You, hold your chest!

For some reason, Mr. Ingrid, half a guile.

What does it mean to hold your chest down?

I held my chest down gently. I don't know, I sound like an idiot.

"No, it's mine!

"What?"

Thoughts stopped for a moment. A bra thrown unconstitutionally in my eyes, and you're in a nob now? And I think calmly.

"The vibrations are coming soon!

"The vibration?

So I finally understood. Mr. Ingrid Nobra - Nothing to support your chest - Cockpit oscillating - Big tits jumping up and down - Tits bouncing and about to cut a thousand - Ligaments breaking but yes I am suffering.

I understand perfectly.

Here's the question, will you touch the balls of scary people with scratches on their cheeks when they say you can touch them? She's saying the same thing now.

"Oh, don't you get angry?

I can't take my stomach off my back.

"If you don't want me to..."

I was stared at.

Excuse me. I'd like to be a big chest muscle supporter with all due respect.

I gently hold her breasts up from the bottom.

Awesome, firm and heavy, then melting soft. My chest is resting on my hand.

"Shit, that's a flawed machine."

"Mr. Lunaria would be angry if I said no boob boarding."

"Must be."

She launches Vincent again with one tongue punch. Apparently, the handbra is functioning, and some shaking is okay now.

But luck comes unexpectedly.

A thick, fleshy ass that sticks out like a rocket, a creased waist, and gets caught in the hatch.

Cut long eyes, sadistic character, but melting sweetness in the contents.

Oh, my God. Give this guy to us.

With all that downward thinking, I could see the main entrance going outside the walls. At the same time, a communication window opened up on Vincent's monitor, which walks.

For some reason there is a psycho guard named Percy who beat me up.

"Dear Ingrid, we can help you with your search."

You bastard, you didn't believe me at all, but you gave me a big hand.

Apparently, he wants to help Mr. Ingrid until he has Armor Knights ready. His lower heart looks clear. I think I'm completely shelving myself.

"It's not necessary. It's our problem."

"But..."

Just lightly kicked, Percy realized she had me behind her back.

'Become... why are you there!?

I double-pieced behind Mr. Ingrid towards Percy.

At that time the fuselage shook just loud and held her chest tight so that she wouldn't shake.

Danger, if it wasn't for me, it would have dropped zero.

"I don't care what you think, it's too shaky."

"You give too much priority to mobility. There's out-of-strength gear to get on this."

"Kiki, you!! Where are you touching me! Get away from that one now!

Seeing that sight, Percy roughs up her voice like she went mad.

"Why is he so angry?

"I suppose it's because I support your esteemed Ingrid's breasts."

"Why does that make me angry other than me"

"Wouldn't you normally be angry if a guy who hates the breasts of people you like was rubbing them?

"Crap."

Mr. Ingood kicked cold.

How does it feel to be able to show someone you respect and worship being hugged and milked by the man you most despise?

Percy over the screen is shivering from anger to pull.

The effect seems to stick.

It's a miracle that God made you! Lower bitches like you are not good to touch!

Don't say something unexpectedly philosophical about the devil being made by God.

But that's not what I found out. It's not philosophy that's on my mind right now, it's just the bottom line.

Whoa, don't jump again. You have to support it.

I held Mr. Ingrid's chest down all the time. I get zero breast meat overflowing through the gap between my fingers.

"Stop, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Percy seems to be repeating his head-bad toward the video sphere he's relaying, and he gets a bunch of hives on his opponent's screen.

He bleeds from his forehead and stares at me with his blood running eyes. Quite scary, to be honest.

"Kill, kill, kill!! You deserve to die! There's garbage worth living for!

I don't think I'd take care of it if I was jealous of the garbage.

Oh, no, this guy suddenly punched me in the face and made me faint. I have to thank you for that.

I show her the candy she gave me on her tongue.

"Mr. Ingrid gave me a mouthjob."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ■ ■ ■ ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ ▲ __________"

Oh, I went mad.

One Armor Knights stands here before Vincent, who walks.

That rising killer. I realized that the one on that one was probably Percy, the one with the intent to kill, who's calling to kill like a curse right now.

When his Armor Knights pulls out his sword, he sets up an assault against Vincent.

I thought you forgot Mr. Ingrid was on board with me.

Vincent pierced such a hostile fuselage with an assault spear to gently embellish it, Percy's Armor Knights exploded.

In that explosion, it seems that Percy escaped "Chickshaw Meye!!" I could see her screaming.

"What the hell is that guy?

"Come on, aren't you even a bad guy?

Mr. Ingrid tilts his neck because he doesn't know what his heart means.