Chapter 22 – A Drinking Party of Fascination (4)
“Ha…”
Hugo wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
Perhaps because I kept squatting in the same position, my calves were quite sore.
However, after many trials and errors, I found this position to be the most comfortable for sitting and working.
Right now, Hugo was polishing his friend Ion’s weapon under the scorching sun with no shade whatsoever.
It wasn’t something Ion specifically asked me to do or ask for.
He was resting quietly with nothing to do, so Hugo noticed and took the initiative to do it.
About four days have already passed since Hugo accompanied Ion and his group, whom he met by chance in the mountains.
Reuniting with Ion was an absolute blessing for Hugo, but ironically, Hugo’s heart was never at ease throughout the journey.
The reason was that Hugo himself was undoubtedly a piece of luggage for the Hero party.
Of course, if I had to make an excuse, it wasn’t that there weren’t many.
That’s because the subjects of comparison were warriors and goddesses.
But even taking that into account, Hugo’s incompetence went too far, even in his own opinion.
Hugo hindered Ion and his party in many ways during their short journey.
To those who did not know him, he would have been believed to be a spy dispatched in great secrecy by the Demon King’s army to slow down the advance of the hero party.
He was basically of no help in normal times, and whenever a battle broke out, Hugo’s role was to tremble behind Ion’s back.
Just the day before yesterday, in an attempt to prove that he could do it, he went out of his way to block Ion’s path.
At that time, Ion and his group had to stop moving for as long as half a day and focus on solving the accident in order to clean up what Hugo had done.
No one blamed Hugo, but the faces of the goddesses who worked silently never looked bright.
When it reached a point where even his friend Ion could no longer support Hugo, Hugo, feeling a sense of crisis, focused all his attention on pleasing Ion.
That was the reason why Ion’s sword was currently being cleaned like this.
“Whoa, it’s done.”
Hugo, who had finished cleaning the weapon, threw the used piece of cloth nearby and checked the polished sword thoroughly.
Perhaps because it was a famous sword used by warriors, it was a weapon with a unique grip.
Hugo suddenly became a little curious about how much he could make if he sold it at an auction house.
No, if you want to get a higher price, it would be better to sell it to the Demon King’s army…
“What am I thinking right now…” …”
Hugo shook his head sharply, erasing the absurd thought that came into his mind for a moment.
Even when I thought about it, it was such an ungrateful imagination.
Hugo, who had completely shaken off his disturbing delusions, sheathed his sword and slowly stood up.
And then Hugo walked over the bushes to deliver the polished sword to Ion.
“Weird. I think it was definitely this way…”
It was nice to move forward with excitement, but everywhere he looked, the similar forest scenery soon made Hugo’s legs stop.
He didn’t know when he came, but as he was about to return to the camp, he started to get confused about the direction he had taken.
If, by any chance, he couldn’t return to the camp until the sun went down, Hugo Daveram would end up becoming a bastard who would end up losing his way all by himself.
That had to be avoided at all costs.
Hugo moved forward, looking around among the dense trees, relying on his vague memory and intuition.
And then, the clear sound of water coming from not far away caught my ear.
At that moment, Hugo remembered that there was a small lake in the center of this forest.
Hugo had never seen it in person, but he had heard from Ion that the water was so clear and clean that goddesses sometimes came to wash their bodies there.
Hugo stopped for a moment and slowly turned his head towards the direction where the sound of splashing water came from.
Although I couldn’t see the lake here because it was obscured by the trees, I could still imagine it.
The appearance of beautiful goddesses taking a moment to relieve their travel fatigue by leaving their bodies in the cold water.
Hugo hardly lost his pace as he imagined them becoming one body with the clear lake, revealing their exquisite naked bodies wrapped in her clothes.
It seemed like if he stayed here like this, he would commit the unholy act of peeking into the lake where the goddess was bathing, so Hugo gathered his shaky heart and moved his still legs in the opposite direction of the lake.
She really would have if she hadn’t noticed someone’s clothes hanging on a nearby tree branch.
“That…”
Hugo, who saw something he had never imagined, cautiously approached it as if he was possessed by something.
When I saw it from a distance, I was skeptical, but when I looked closer, it was clear.
Hanging on a tree branch was the black Chinese dress of Thanatos, the goddess of death.
Hugo saw that the Chinese dress that Thanatos always wore was hanging loosely, and she unconsciously placed her hand on it.
Perhaps because it was made of expensive silk, it felt very soft to the touch.
It seemed that only this level of material could be chosen as a glorious garment to cover the body of a goddess.
Hugo, who had been fiddling here and there with her dress that had lost its owner for a moment, put his nose to her clothes after a brief moment of thought.
Then, she was exuded by the noble scent of Thanatos, which she could usually smell briefly when passing by her side.
Hugo, immersed in a smell that was better than she could imagine, naturally thought of the owner of this dress in her head.
Thanatos El Krezel, known as the goddess of death and ruler of fascination.
A great archmage who saved people from the evil deeds of the devil’s army with unknown magic of a different dimension.
Hugo also had an ardent admiration for her, as she was an icon of respect and worship for all magicians without a doubt.
Hugo began playing with her own crotch, remembering how she always had that easygoing smile wherever she went.
And at the same time, she tossed and turned her dress to feel more closely the scent of the goddess permeating her clothes.
It was at that moment that something inside the Chinese dress slithered and fell to the ground.
Hugo, who was absorbed in her dress, stopped for a moment to smell her clothes and reflexively looked at her bottom.
She then dilated her pupils as she noticed the object crashing pathetically to the ground.
Surprisingly, what fell from inside the Chinese dress were black panties.
No matter how exposed the lower part of her dress was, she was a secret guardian in the realm of absolutes that could not be seen even once.
Hugo, who finally saw it with her own eyes, picked up Thanatos’ panties with her trembling hands.
Perhaps because it was the fabric covering Thanatos’ most private parts, unlike her outer clothing, it seemed like there was still a bit of warmth left in it.
Hugo stared in disbelief at the taboo sacred object he held in his hands, then quickly brought it up to his nose.
Then, a dizzying scent that could not be compared to the dress gave Hugo the ultimate thrill of immorality.
Hugo stuck his nose into Thanatos’ panties and continued to take deep breaths.
Then he completely took off his pants and started rubbing his erect cock as hard as he could.
It was his first time masturbating like this, but he just couldn’t resist.
I felt like if I had these panties, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting wet for the rest of my life.
Hugo was so obsessed with the goddess of death’s panties.
She is a peerless beauty sorceress who has reached a level that no one else can compare to.
Hugo felt an indescribable admiration for her as she used her powerful magic as her martial arts chant, but even so, her feelings were only common.
Her goddesses, including Thanatos, did not show even mild interest in Hugo, let alone any favors.
Demeter, who was kind-hearted, spoke kindly to Hugo occasionally, but the rest did not speak to Hugo at all.
It was not unreasonable considering the pitiful actions Hugo had committed throughout his journey, but Thanatos was especially unsettling to Hugo.
It wasn’t like she was being bullied or listening to her harsh words.
She would have been better off with that kind of discomfort.
Thanatos despised her Hugo very subtly.
She had a hard time explaining when asked exactly how she was despised.
To that extent, Thanatos spread a subtle sense of contempt that was not visible on the outside.
Every time she saw Thanatos like that, she was always busy lowering her eyes even though Hugo didn’t ask her to.
Hugo could not dare to approach the Goddess of Death, neither with her magic nor with her status.
And she felt intensely aroused by the fact that her impenetrable panties of the Goddess of Death were now covering her own face.
“Ha, ha… !!”
Now she couldn’t hold on any longer.
Hugo hurriedly pulled down Thanatos’ panties that were on her nose and used them to cover his cock.
She did so and at the same time she let out all that she had been holding in.
Without hesitation, Hugo humiliated the goddess’s black panties.
“Whoa, whoo…”
After ejaculating, which was the longest he had ever masturbated in his life, Hugo took a deep breath and slowly removed the panties that were sticking to his ejaculating cock.
Hugo felt his cock tingle again as he saw the noble goddess’s black panties covered in his translucent white semen.
Part of me wanted to hit my daughter one more time right now, but that was too dangerous.
One of those days when Thanatos comes…
Trudging.
He was thinking about that at the moment. The sound of footsteps that seemed to be coming from right nearby caught my ear.
It was a short but powerful impact, as if it was intentionally made to be heard.
Hugo, filled with an ominous feeling, immediately turned his head in the direction of the sound.
Thanatos was standing there, looking like he had just finished taking a bath.
