Chapter 206 – The Hero Was Hard (Play Hard, Beware!)
‘I don’t understand.’
Balkan was so troubled with a serious face.
The dragon, Kamara, could understand.
After all, dragons are beings that live for a long time that humans can’t imagine, and maybe Camara has something to do with the ancestors of the desert tribe, who are descendants of dragons.
In addition, Lilith, a demon, was also the same.
It was hard to believe that she, the queen of dream horses, would show her virginity towards a man of her own, but Bar Khan himself was not very interested in her in the first place.
However, it was too painful to be blacked out by her saintess.
It was the first time in his life that Balkan had been rejected by a human woman, and that unfamiliar experience gave him indescribable wounds.
‘Anyway, it’s a muscle pig.’
Moreover, the woman called the saintess did not refuse favorably.
Because he compared Balkan’s pride-like muscles to a mass of scaffolding.
It literally felt like his whole life his had been denied, and Bar Khan was feeling endless depression.
Moreover, what made Balkan bewildered was that such a wicked woman was sending infinitely warm eyes to the hero.
“Haaaaa!!”
Even though the hero had another woman.
Of course, he did not directly see Balkan, the saint, or the hero holding another woman.
However, the tents used by the desert tribes were not very soundproof, and after the hero took Lilith into the tent, strange moanings continued to flow out.
Anyone who heard the sound could easily guess what was going on inside.
However, not only the saintess, but also the warrior’s other party were just waiting for the hero to come out with a non-trivial expression.
‘Does this make sense?’
Balkan had a natural question when he saw such a group of warriors.
No matter how much the culture of the desert tribe is focused on giving birth to offspring, the original being a woman was a lot of jealousy.
Balkan also embraced the strong women of the tribe, but disputes between them were always a headache.
However, as if the hero’s party didn’t have that feeling of jealousy, they were maintaining their composure despite the groaning noises made by the hero and Lilith.
Balkan’s gaze turned to the other women except for the saintess.
The girls except for Camara and Lilith, who had already rejected themselves.
All of them were strong men who had nothing to bow down to, even compared to Balkan himself, and Balkan decided to do his duty.
“You, you have strong swordsmanship. Maybe my child…”
“Do you want to die?”
The first was a woman named Genoa.
She said, glaring at Bar Khan as if she would pull out her sword at any moment, and Bar Khan was wounded again.
“Dude, good swordsmanship…”
Visor-.
Next is a woman named Lucille.
She drew her sword as soon as Bar Khan approached and spoke to her.
“Your magic is pretty good…”
“Ha! Die!”
The magician named Karen immediately threw her magic her, and Balkan had to roll on the floor after being hit by the magic.
The same after that.
The elf pulled out an arrow before Bar Khan could even reach, and the vampire-looking woman bristled her claws.
“…”
For Bar Khan, who had never been rejected by a woman in his life, it was like experiencing all those experiences in one day, and his self-esteem, which was quite high, began to crumble quickly.
Seriously, even the women of the tribe she liked started to suspect that perhaps because Bar Khan was her chief her, she pretended to be nice.
‘No, no. I can’t…’
‘
Bar Khan tried hard to erase the doubt that had sprouted in his mind his, but it was not as easy as he thought.
“Brother!”
As Bar Khan crawled into the tunnel like that, it was his brother Barasia’s voice his that Bar Khan heard in his ears his.
Turning to the familiar voice of his, Bar Khan could see his sister and his tribesmen his.
For some reason, when he saw the tribesmen, Balkan felt his eyes heat up.
“Hey, how is this place?”
“What are you talking about? Of course I came to fight!”
Barasia answered Balkan that way.
After the hero’s party left for their village invaded by demonic beings, the desert tribes decided to help them find the village.
Although it is a village of only tents, it was home to the desert tribes.
“The village has already been taken back.”
“Yes. I saw you coming The warrior… I think you are a really great person.”
Flinch.
At Barasia’s words, Balkan’s body his stiffened.
Balkan also admitted that the hero was great, but when his sister said that, the suspicion that had once sprouted began to grow.
“… Ooh are you crying? Brother?”
“… Barasia. Be honest.”
“What?”
“… Am I ugly?”
Barasia looked at her only blood relative to her with a puzzled expression at Balkan’s words her.
In fact, Balkan’s face his wasn’t that ugly.
His body his, trained with muscles, was full of wild beauty, and his face his, although difficult to say good-looking, was close to a likable impression.
But that was the original blood relationship.
No matter how beautiful and handsome my brothers and sisters were, they were just blood in the eyes of blood.
It is an instinct imprinted in human genes by God.
Of course, sometimes there were people who went beyond that instinct, but Barasia was not one of those cases.
“That… I did not know?”
“Ouch!”
At Barasia’s words, Barkan finally vomited his blood in her.
**
“What about the warrior?”
Hazel headed to the desert tribe’s village with Barasia and immediately looked for Marian.
“Excuse me.”
“Huh!”
At Marianne’s answer, Hazel’s gaze turned to a tent, and strange groans were heard from within her.
It seemed like he knew what the hero was doing, but Hazel didn’t care.
No, it hurt my heart from the moment I heard that groan, but I was aware that the hero was too great a person for any one woman to bear.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
“Now, wait a minute! Are you going in all of a sudden?”
However, Hazel tried to hide her painful feelings her and head to the tent where the hero was.
Of course, Marian, who was standing in front of him, grabbed Hazel’s wrist of hers.
Everyone wanted to go inside the tent, but it was because they thought that Hazel, who showed up late, was going to cut in line very confidently.
“It’s important. There is something I must tell the warrior.”
Hazel said that while looking directly at Marianne who was holding her.
Marian wondered what a hoax it was at the moment, but she could tell by the look on Hazel’s expression her that she wasn’t lying.
Eventually, Marian let go of Hazel’s hand her, and when no one stopped her, Hazel was able to enter the tent where the warrior was.
It wouldn’t be very heartening to see a hero holding another woman, but Hazel had a really important reason.
“Hero, is that Hazel…”
However, Hazel, who entered the tent, stiffened.
Fortunately, the hero wasn’t mixing with another woman.
No, it was Hazel who wasn’t sure if this was fortunate.
“Yo, warrior… ?”
“Hazel. Misunderstood.”
The hero looked at Hazel, who was taken aback, and said so.
However, to say it was a misunderstanding, the hero’s actions of her were too bizarre.
Hazel unknowingly stepped back from her, and seeing her like that, her hero broke into a cold sweat.
“I-I didn’t think you would like that…”
“No, let me just say…”
“Hey! Haaaaa!”
The hero was about to make an excuse at Hazel’s words for her, but the woman lying in front of the hero let out a strange moan.
Hazel’s gaze returned to the woman.
The woman, whose condition did not look so good at first glance, was twisting her body with a distressed expression.
The problem was that the handle of the sword was stuck in her vagina.
Hazel knew that it was a sword used by a hero, and she could not help but think that the hero had driven the sword into her body her.
‘You too… It’s hard.’
Hazel had also intermingled with the hero, but she definitely never played like that.
No, I thought maybe it was just that the hero hadn’t tried it yet.
She was a true lover of warriors, but Hazel was her virgin until not too long ago.
No matter how brave she was, she could n’t help but feel repulsed by her extreme play her.
“I-I’ll be back in a while.”
“Stop it, Hazel!”
Hazel tried to get out of the spot quickly, but it was impossible for her normal self to escape her warrior’s grip on her.
