Chapter 169 – Rouge
“Hmm…”
Lily shook her shoulders at Monica’s cool gaze.
I had a bad feeling about it.
And that hunch was never wrong.
“Mister, are those really two silver coins? Aren’t you trying to get ripped off?”
Monica asked, squinting her eyes, and the street vendor thumped her table with her fist, her cheeks quivering as her greed dangled.
“This old woman knows who the thief is! If you’re not going to buy it, go away! Really…”
Even though she was born and raised in the countryside, she was not an unknowing woman.
Normally, she would have scolded me for saying that this fucking pig was so slutty for trying to catch a human faggot, but not now.
Ahh, nodded her head, licked her plump lips, and glanced at Lily behind her.
Lily, suffering from her insecurities, had been looking at her for a long time, and her eyes met hers.
Startled-surprised, she-shouldered her shoulders and lowered her head.
Monica called her in her plaintive voice.
“Hey, Lily. Did Ian buy you a ring?”
“…Ah, heh, go, thank you Ian.”
At Lily’s reply – Ian blushed at her. It must have been embarrassing. Puck- It smells of joy.
However···.
That wasn’t the answer Monica was hoping for.
She lowered her pupils coldly behind his back, and shook her head throbbingly—that’s not it.
Lily opened her eyes wide.
Tears welled up in her eyes. I hoped she wasn’t looking at me that way, but Monica’s expression was very bloody.
So, Lily changed her words – in a trembling voice.
“Oh, no-. No thank you… Ha, not at all- thank you…”
“What, Lily-?”
When Ian asked if she had heard it wrong, Lily gave a clear answer after biting her lips.
As cold as possible… As Monica wants -.
“I don’t like it. It’s not pretty at all-“
“Ah, that, is that…?”
Embarrassed by the unexpected words, Ian scratched her head with a shy smile.
When she saw that face, her heart felt torn.
I wanted to tell you that it’s not like that-, that I like it so much-, that I really want it.
She said thank you and wanted to hug Ian to her chest, kiss his cheek, put that ring on her finger and show off to the neighborhood.
This is what Ian bought me, and Ian gave me a ring…
But Monica’s blue eyes were looking at her.
As if the slightest mistake would be the end of her life, she hung a leash around her neck and gave her a warning look.
Ian asked me to take it off—only for the ring with the blue pearl on it—and rummaged through her coin purse.
As she looked at the back, her tears welled up. Her heart was full and she was frustrated. Her heart-, heart ached.
She wanted to buy it. I wanted to say that no-, in fact, I really liked it.
Monica took the blue pearl-encrusted ring from him and smiled at Lily.
Then he snuggly-stretched out his hand to him. As if embarrassing, blush appeared on both cheeks–, and asked abominably.
“Ian, you plug in.”
Ian said, “What are you asking for?” She smiled softly, took her ring from her, grabbed it, and put it on the ring finger of her long left hand.
Lily watched the scene, her tears dripping.
With her head down, she sobbed for a long time.
But if that wasn’t enough, her Monica beckons her towards her.
Pouting the corner of her mouth, come here and see—she beckoned again.
Startled – Lily shook her shoulders – like her faithful pet dog – and trotted towards her as she called it.
As she approached, Monica asked her vendor, patting the base of her tits with the palm of her hand.
“Mister. Could you cut me some? Then let me touch this.”
Seeing her heavy tits bouncing up and down her, the street vendor gulped at her.
“Who, sister…? What is this-“
“…Are you serious?”
Ian, who was embarrassed, was afraid to express his question, but the street vendor asked him with his nose wide open.
The woman’s face could not be seen because her hood was pressed down so deeply, but such breasts were a rare thing to see even in the famous red light district.
It was fifty fairy tales anyway. Since he tried to sell it for one silver coin-, in fact, he intended to receive twice as much.
However, that level of udder was hard to touch even with money. No matter how crushed the face inside the hood was, those tits were a treasure to men with cocks. It’s literally a fucking udder.
“…Well, that’s good. I’m a poor business, but I’ll cut it down to 80 fairy tales. Write-.”
When the street vendor finished her account, licking her glossy lips with her tongue, Monica smirked and gestured to her Lily.
Asking what are you doing-Hurry up and stick out your nipples-, she pushed her back.
“Lee, Lily…? Monica’s sister…? Why are you two Now, are you kidding me?”
Lily couldn’t do this or that, and she hesitated.
The glistening eyes of the street vendor—the look on her lips as she smacked her lips—was so terrifying.
But what was even more terrifying was that Ian was watching the whole thing. She had to stick out her udders like a whore in front of him. I’m just going to cut a few pennies…
Tears dripped from the tip of his chin. She wanted to cry loudly, but she couldn’t offend her older sister.
She held onto Lily’s shoulders and whispered softly.
“Hey, why are you still? You mean it doesn’t matter if I tell Ian-? Say-?”
“It’s a pity…!”
Silencing her voice, swallowing her tears and mucus, she walked slowly towards the street vendor.
The street vendor looked at the surrounding merchants. Other merchants who looked at the street vendor with envy and raised their thumbs at her -.
The street vendor sighed and brushed his beard.
“Cheerheum-. Did you guys give permission…? Am I not at fault-?”
Then the street vendor stretched out her hand.
As the hairy hand approached, Lily’s large tits quivered.
As she tried to pull back behind her, her Monica pushed her back with her palm.
Her breasts were pushed forward – before long the vendor’s hands touched her breasts.
“Eh, uh…”
In the palm of the slender street vendor’s palm, her large breasts were crushed as if kneading rice cakes.
Still, with her head down, Lily couldn’t shake off the street vendor’s hand, and she couldn’t resist. She just shuddered and shook her waist and her tears dripped drop by drop-.
“Ooh, woowaaaaa… This, this-.”
The street vendor opened her mouth at the heavenly texture.
When will I be born and touch such a rare udder… She wanted her tits to be something she’d ever massaged.
She stood up with her cock bulging on its own. She can imagine how good she will feel if she breastfeeds with this udder. Her honey-drool went down her throat. She was the finest udder that would make you want to touch it even if you touched it.
A twisted smile crept across Monica’s lips as she stood with her arms crossed and watched the scene-, and Ian’s eyes widened infinitely, thinking that the two of them were playing a joke.
Grasp-!
Ian gritted his teeth, bursting into her mana all at once, and rushed in – smashing the street vendor’s arm violently.
Egoumina…!
The wind blew the street vendor onto her back, and her eyes widened as she wondered what was going on.
“What are you two doing right now?”
The way her eyes widened, bursting into a roar. She drew a line through his eyebrows.
She couldn’t control the anger boiling in her chest.
The street vendor, who immediately jumped up on the floor, began spitting and cursing at him.
“What, what is this child-! Siba- You guys allowed it! If you’re going to do this, give me the ring back!”
Ian suddenly shoved a fist into the muzzle of the street vendor who was screaming loudly.
Blah-
Big-!
One of the front teeth was broken and the street vendor fell backwards again.
At Ian’s sudden act of violence, other merchants as well as customers whispered and watched this side. One merchant seemed to be on his way to call the constable.
Ian huffed and puffed as if he hadn’t let go of his anger yet, and approached the street vendor with both fists clenched to the ground, saying that he would get the money for massaging Lily’s breast.
Facing his eyes dripping with anger, the street vendor gasped and breathed.
“I, Ian! Ji, calm down!”
Lily grabbed Ian’s arm.
He dragged him by the arm, again and again asking me to leave because I’m really fine.
Monica stood there with her arms crossed, and she was busy watching the two of them with a big smile.
“This, Ian Zebaal… Please let’s go now huh…?”
“No···? I need to hit that bastard some more… Let go of this-!”
Didn’t a merchant just go to call the constable…!
Seeing Ian huffing and puffing, I was afraid that the constable might catch him.
In the end, tears burst out, and it reached the point of crying and begging. Ian, who had been fussing for a long time, finally regained his sanity-.
At last, the three returned to the inn.
