Chapter 301 – Half Man Kesha
White smoke billows up.
Fufuu- The mercenary who was burning the tobacco leaves spat out a curse.
“You bastard, how much do you beat rice cake? Shit, someone has been scratching peppers for days.”
Creak creak-
A large man was shaking his waist through the translucent red cloth.
[How is it? Do you have a good sleep? Huh? That’s good-! Answer me, you bitch!]
[Haaang haang- Joa Yeo-! The top lord’s cock! Come deep inside Audrey’s pussy! Audrey Gaat-! Let’s go oh oh clothes-!]
Tsk-
The mercenary spat thick phlegm on the floor.
This is the bar in the underground arena.
On the stage, half-naked women were dancing, and in a small room for paying customers, women’s voices resounded.
It smells like strong medicine.
The smell of burning rat droppings. A filthy sickness oozes – a low-sinking, oozing smell.
The men behind that semi-transparent cloth shake their waists intoxicated and repeatedly spit out semen.
“Hey-! Shake some more! You can’t see the fucking udders!”
“Dude, did you pay? Don’t show that bastard, come over here and shake it!”
Guys drinking and yelling at me to show them their tits, guys waving their hands in their pants dance.
There was a drinking party in front and a rice cake party in the back.
The mercenary spat out curse words and took another bite of his cigarette.
In the meantime, someone approached the inside along the dark hallway.
It makes a clicking sound.
The mercenary quickly flicked out his cigarette at the smell of blood tickling his nose and put his hand on the pommel.
“Hey, stop! Who are you!”
The one who revealed her true identity in the dark was Kesha, the champion of this underground arena – clad in iron armor all over her body.
A cool glare peers over her face mask at the mercenary.
As a mercenary who had watched Kesha’s matches more than a dozen times, it was natural to be nervous.
Kesha was arrogant – and brutal.
Where did one or two die at the end of her hand?
They killed three or four people a day, at most ten or so. She plucked his arms, groaned, picked out his eyes, and pulled out his hair to elicit cheers from the crowd.
The mercenary squeezed the grip of his sword and screamed.
“Wow, put down your weapon! Bastard-!”
“…”
The fighter, who was looking at the mercenary with hollow eyes, released the spear from behind and set it down on the floor.
The blade of the spear was still tangled with blood scabs, the dead man’s hair, and the dried brains.
Honey- The mercenary who swallowed his saliva spoke to the large man who was still busy shaking his waist beyond the translucent tent.
The champion of the arena has arrived -.
[Huuu- Kesha came? Get inside!]
At the voice coming from inside – the mercenary moved his body sideways to make room for the fighter.
The fighter walked past the mercenary – walked through the tent and went inside.
Beyond the tent – A fat man laughs, his chin quivering.
Beside him was Audrey Yvette, the flower of the Mage Tower with a languid smile. It was fake.
If you look at the real thing, you can’t be satisfied with a bitch like that.
That black hair was fake dyed. The mole on the corner of the mouth is also fake.
Her large breasts were drooping, and above all, her nipples and genitals that were discolored black proved that she was fundamentally different from the flowers of the Mage Tower, which had only loved one man since birth.
That was just a whore you see everywhere. It was just a little resembling the flower of the Mage Tower.
A warrior clad in iron armor entered, and the tent was lowered.
The mercenary looked straight ahead again.
Women were still shaking their tits, and men were shaking their cock heads.
“`
The warrior peered over the stuffy face mask at the middle-aged man with thick flesh rising through the narrow eye sockets.
With a pig-like face, he carefully ran over Kesha’s body from top to bottom, and the top-ranked bishell squeezed the saggy breasts of the woman in his arms.
“Ah- the lord of the top… Oh-oh-.”
The woman pounced on her ass – getting into Wei Shel’s crotch and thrusting her tiny cock into her mouth.
The whites of both men and women were very red, as if they had taken the medicine. The stiffly erect cock was in a state of congestion after spitting up her semen several times – and it was the same with the woman’s vagina.
Byshell glanced at the warrior and smirked.
“Yes, our cutie. Shall we see your face once in a while…?”
The fighter clenched her fists.
For a moment, Kesha, an iron-clad fighter who did not show her face to anyone, took off her helmet and revealed her face.
Shiny black skin and blue hair. Sharply soaring eyes.
Her hair was clinging to her sweaty cheeks, and she had a scruffy appearance—but that didn’t hide her off-white color.
What caught my eye most of all was the triangular ears that resembled those of a cat instead of human ears.
She was half human.
A hybrid of werewolves and humans. Even in the society of werewolves – even in the society of humans, he was an unwelcome existence.
It was for this reason that she exerted more power than men in the subject of women.
“Uhhh, let’s see the bottom one.”
“…”
The warrior’s deep brown eyes glared at Byshell. It feels like killing a person with just a glance – I feel the life.
However, seeing those eyes, Bye Shell smiled with her chin trembling and snapped her finger.
Then she heard the sound of her iron ring fastened around her neck crackling and crunching and twisting her bones.
Keoheouk-
The fighter coughs up her spittle and grabs her by the scruff of her neck before collapsing to the floor. Byshell’s flat feet trampled the fighter’s head.
“So take the time to say nice things, bitch.”
The fighter kicked off Weishel’s foot and rose again.
Then, as he demanded, he unwrapped her armor one by one.
Tung- Toung- The pauldron that covered the back of the arm fell to the floor, the iron boots that covered the ankles, and even the leather armor that was worn on the inside of the iron armor was thrown off before revealing the naked body.
The dark skin color was dripping with sweat, making it look even more strange.
The blue tail that sprouted from her back stood stiffly upward—representing her heart.
“Look around.”
The half-man fighter bared her fangs and growled at the boiling voice of the bishell, filled with her lust.
However, she could not refuse his orders.
She slowly turns her body to reveal her naked body.
Not wanting to show her virginity, which she was ashamed of, not covering her breasts and her cunt, Vishel watched her as she shoved her cock into her whore’s mouth and cunt.
Her breasts were greatly swollen, and her vagina was clear and bright red. Her areolas and nipples are also large, giving her a strange look.
Compared to the ferocious impression, the body side properly stimulates the man’s taste.
“It’s pretty, it’s very pretty. Hehe.”
Whoop whoop – Perhaps because of the weak energy, I felt short of breath and my heart was beating fast as if it were about to explode. The cock that went into the prostitute’s mouth becomes even stiffer.
In all cases, when sexual desire was mixed with the pleasure provided by the drug, it was bound to be eaten by instinct. Bye Shell shook her head and barely caught the string of her reason.
Although the cheeky bitch’s body was attractive, taking her by force was like cutting the belly of the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Upper State Bayshell was the owner of that girl.
He used this cheeky, half-human woman to suck up black money from the underworld, and with that capital, he set up an upper house and ran a usury business—now he even bought a seat in the free city of Galatea.
“What are you doing? Come over and show me that.”
Still, it was necessary to teach the subject.
As a rule, a dog must be beaten regularly so that it does not bite its owner. That was the reason he called her now and then and humiliated her like this.
Perhaps because he had just used an artifact to tighten his neck as if he would break it, the warrior’s body was a little weak. A fighter who crippled and approached Weishel.
“More.”
One step closer.
“More.”
The fighter who reluctantly came as far as his snort could reach.
Bye Shel clasped her healthy, sweaty thighs with her hands, and her waist trembled. A shamefully distorted face.
The nostrils of the upper part flare.
Her hand, which had been caressing the flesh of her firm thighs, moved upward.
By the time his hand touched the pubic area, the hand of the fighter who had crushed the cobwebs of close to hundreds of people slammed into Bychel’s face.
“Kkeuheugh-!”
As she activates her artifact again, she vomits and collapses on her floor.
Like a bug, she struggles up her limbs and struggles to catch her breath.
The prostitute who was sucking the cock of the upper house owner giggled as she watched it.
“Wake up.”
At Bai Shel’s words, the warrior sighed and rose from her seat again.
Whoa-
Her neck was half bent and her eyes were dazed as if she had come to see the Jordan River.
There were yellow water droplets hanging from the vagina as if urine had flowed out.
Sang Sang-joo squeezed the staggering thighs of the fighter and spread the crimson flesh of her pussy from side to side.
Her hands, gathered behind her back, trembled.
Not pleasure – two fists trembling with lust. The head master confirmed the presence of a pink membrane inside the fighter’s vagina and then slapped her on the buttocks.
Cheeks on the buttocks that tremble resiliently.
“You are right. Now get dressed and leave.”
The fighter hurriedly put on his helmet and covered his ears. He then put on his pants, then a leather suit, and put on her ironclad.
“Thank you for treating a bitch like you with respect, Kesha. It was I who gave you a name and gave you a place to fight. If you’re a dog, you should know how to serve your master like a dog. Huh?”
All I could think of was that I wanted to make that cheeky bitch suck his dick.
No, I wanted to shove my cock up my cunt and make it wail like a bitch.
But how fussy that bitch was–even if it meant dying from a twisted neck, it would have been enough to bite off a cock.
Weishel was not a gambler. She only bet when he was confident.
Therefore, he has raised that dustproof year as a fighter, and he has made money by paying money to that year.
If one day comes when the day of the bodies, it will be a time when that bitch is defeated someday.
The fighter, rather than aiming at the top with the red eyes, left his position.
The mercenary who was waiting from the outside looks at Kesha’s back.
Seeing her two eyes mixed-she secretly looked at Kesha’s naked gods.
I have to deal with that guy too.
Nobody believed in the top bichell. She is her own limbs, and she is her family.
All he believed was money, coins, jewelry, and gold.
The coin in his hand gives him a meal, provides a place to stay, and lends the woman’s arms.
The reason why he, who used to be a slender man who used to roll on the street, became an object of fear and awe to the masses – it was all because of his money.
In front of the money, everyone was equal.
The expensive prostitutes, the noble aristocracy, opened their legs in front of the money. If there are those who do not, it is because it lacks money.
–
Following Audrey’s color, a whore licked and sucked her cock with her eyes.
The top master, whose sense of ejaculation soared, grabbed her prostitute’s hair and jerked her waist back and forth.
Takker-The prostitute who spills a bubble with a torch.
Audrey, Audrey, put her mouth in her Ibeth’s snout, and broke her prostitute.
“`
The fighter who faced the top lord – Kesha, left the arena straight that way – and headed for the salt mansion.
I had been asking about the dark-haired man for days, and I finally found out where he was staying.
If it was that man-, he would surely be able to defeat himself.
Then that pig would lose a lot of money.
It was the only thought in her head.
“What did you come to our salt mansion for?”
The young deacon asked. The alertness was powerful.
Fighter replied.
I came to see a man.
And after a few hours – a dark-haired man entered the backyard.
