Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

I started a plot against Alaune.

Whatever it is, it's the first time I've said it, so I'm forced to extract information with Risha. At least we need to find out what's going on with Alane.

And I wonder what I can do.

"Tell me everything you remember quickly."

"Memory...?"

"Yes, I remember something."

Alaune, who raised her head in response to my question, began to speak slowly.

"The papa... hot, white... sprayed me..."

Oh, shit.

"Not that."

"I don't know anything else... other than that..."

If the man who sprayed the semen was the only memory of life, that life was definitely wrong.

"Really? Then what I'm talking about. Who told you how to speak?"

"I don't know... I just thought I could do it from the beginning..."

Alane answers my questions very hard.

"You could have said it from the beginning, but you really don't have any other memories? What, you don't remember anything from the old days? Do you have any thoughts?"

- Nod.

Then he nods.

In other words, Alane is now a flower after she died and only has an obscure memory after planting it in the pot. I don't think she has any memories of fighting with me.

In retrospect, it looks a little different from the original Alaune. Body is sentimental, but only a little smaller than Claudie, never two meters tall.

Now that we're reborn, is it something else?

And since he is a powerful and magical monster, he seems to have the knowledge and intelligence to communicate.

It seems that the degeneration is a side effect of sudden hatching.

Thinking about the fact that Alane had an intact memory of the time that caused the jungle... it may take years of growth to awaken the memory, but it is rather an expression.

If you think about it, the situation is roughly right.

Of course it could be gross, but let's summarize what he said.

"The papa... is not my papa?"

Thinking about that, he looked at her, and he trembled and asked her as if she was anxious.

"Hmm."

Papara.

It's a flower girl. Anyway, if I have a memory that I raised, and I think of myself as a parent because of that memory, it's an inevitable situation.

The son of a bitch was supposed to be a parent.

The boy who was abandoned by nature and raised by wolves did the same. The wolf boy considered the wolf who raised him as a parent and the other wolves as brothers.

This was a similar context to that.

"... papa?"

Is the Queen of these cruel flowers the same?

"No, not papa. He's just the one who raised you since you were a flower."

"..."

Speaking of which, Alane muttered for a moment.

"If so, isn't Papa right...?"

"No, after. All right."

No wonder you feel that way.

"Come here... give me a hug, quickly..."

"This one is real."

I don't know what to do with Alaune, who keeps clinging to me. I'm telling you, there's a clan in the house.

It is also the Queen of Flowers who considers me her father.

"Nigga? So you really want to papa?"

Winia, who saw Alaune hugging my leg, stared at me with fierce eyes and said,

"This looks more like a scrub than a paparazzi."

"Like a pet?"

That's the most similar.

I don't think of myself as a father, but Alane thinks of me as a father and tries to follow me. It's so one-sided. Inevitably, I can only see him as a pet.

It won't happen all of a sudden without a paternity.

"Uh-huh, and Winia. You said you weren't gonna give birth earlier?"

"I don't know, asshole!! Shut up!"

"I'm ashamed. Well, we should be at home anyway, but we don't have to be abusive."

I have to raise it for a while anyway, but I don't have to be pregnant and abused. It would be nice to maintain a smooth relationship to get help.

"Hey, Alane."

I summoned Alaune, who was rubbing a ball on my calf.

"Yes, Papa."

- Fresh.

Alaune looked up at me and smiled brightly. This face really feels good. I can't believe I'm being treated like a father without fucking sellers! This is a different dimension than what I told my wives to do.

Anyway, let's ask the most important question.

"Do you know what to do? Flower control or plant control. Makes a damn healthy fruit. Don't you know how to do that?"

"Knowing what to do..."

Alaouane, who closed his eyes for a moment, replied:

"I have, I have..."

"Where is it?"

"I can't think of a way... I'm sure I can do something..."

"Really?"

I can do something, but I can't think of anything right now.

"Certainly the memory is unclear."

"I think that's what I said."

"Then it may be dangerous to let them find another memory."

"... Risha's right. It would be dangerous."

If you awaken your memory or knowledge as the Queen of Flowers, it will be dangerous. He had enough power to raise the jungle as soon as he opened his eyes.

But if you're going to do that, you're going to need a huge amount of Mana. But I don't feel like I have a manna like that right now.

If Alane was normal, he would have naturally fabled by accumulating natural stewards in nature for many years. That's not who he is.

It's just an incomplete resurrection.

So I became a fragile flower without being cruel.

"Of course you don't have to worry. Not in any other situation, but within the reach of her eyes. Then there will be no such thing."

"Uh-huh, of course I'm not worried. I have Risha."

Alaune is already in Risha's grasp.

Nothing will happen, so let's be reassured.

"Papa..."

As I was talking to Risha, Alane called me.

"Hmm? Why?"

"I'm hungry..."

"What?"

I complained of hunger.

No way.

"Won't you spray it today...?"

"Holy shit."

"I want what's white on the papa."

"That's crazy."

I never thought a woman who calls me a fucking paparazzi would ask for this. I couldn't even imagine that this would happen in my life.

Whatever it is, it's hard not to paint the flowers on this son of a bitch. I don't want to do that sensibly. It's Bob. Maybe Risha can do it somehow.

Let's say no first.

"Let's just eat something else. I can't give you that."

"..."

At that moment, Alaune looked sad.

"No, the other thing..."

"No. Why don't you? You can't grow up to be a proper adult if you reveal something like that from the time you were a kid."

This was my sincere advice.

Of course, Alane has been alive for hundreds of years, and what she looks like now is an adult woman's, but when we sort of summarize this bizarre situation, she's just a kid now.

"I don't like anything else... I can't be satisfied unless it's Papa's..."

"Wow, me. Really. What did you hear me say?"

"Come on, I want it. Yes?"

Oh, fuck this acage.

"Kaohhh, did your husband get in trouble?"

I'm in trouble, so Karin smiles and pokes me in the cheek. I felt like I wanted to make fun of myself.

"But for some reason, my sister thought it would be like this when my husband came."

"Oh, my..."

"Well, if this Alaouane is so precious, you should raise it. Why don't you just give me the semen? It's true you hit her like she was a flower girl."

"So that's a bit of a yes!"

"Shit. What's wrong with spraying five women every day? You vulturer."

"The Vulture...!"

"Yes, it's true. My cute little wimp."

Karin kisses my cheeks, and as she walks around her arms around her waist, she tucks her hand into my shorts and starts to mould as she pleases.

"Son of a bitch, look. I've already set the damn thing up. I'm not going to sleep today. Do you know that? You know it was fucking hard, right?"

"Oh, I'll do as you say."

Do I really have to feed you?

"Hm, she thinks it would be better to try it first. Of course, it may feel strange, but won't you help me once for my daughter?"

Risha naturally took off her top and said, A luxurious black brassiere wrapped around her huge chest caught my eye.

I think it's been a long time since I've seen it.

"Risha..."

"Kaohhh, the witch says so? So, what do we do? First you do it by hand?"

- Questioning.

Karin, who put his hand in my shorts, grabbed mine and rubbed it.

"You're already doing it."

"In earnest. Then let's take off our pants."

Karin then naturally began to take off my shorts.

"Hoo-hoo, Cat. If that's the case, Mama can't fall in love. Stay still. Mama will help you too."

"Miss Claudie? Shall we join you?"

"Yes, I will."

Claudie came to me, too, and naturally wrapped Karin and his hands around her.

"Then I can't help her either. As an experiment of the mother-in-law, I will also help her."

"Oh, shit!"

I couldn't stop the girls who had already taken off my shorts.

These women are really trying to reassure me here...!

It's because I haven't heard Karin and Risha's voice in the last few days, and I haven't felt the scent. The crazy lust is soaring just now that they're by my side.

They are already exciting me by being alone.

"What have you done with the real niggers!!"

"Winia, too?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuu..."

Winia, who was angry, stopped a little and grabbed hold of mine.

"Now, let's stay put, Husband Wool?"

"Argh...!"

Four wives start touching, rubbing and tickling me with their own hands. The spine was soft, but the four hands were free to harass each other.

"Hoo-hoo, are you feeling good?"

"... the nigger really likes it."

Risha, who was holding me from behind, was tickling my balls with her thin fingers, Claudie and Winia grabbed my pillars, rubbing and shaking them, and Karin was kissing me with an elongated mouth on her front knee.

As soon as I returned, I was given a desperate service by my wives. Everyone is using their power to assess me right now.

"Don't you have to know how your regular routine will affect Alaune, who is now in that state?"

Risha whispers.

I was completely captured by those four wives, and I received unbelievable handjob play. I'm neglecting the women who are touching my things as they please, so soon my feelings begin to rise.

"Ah... I think I'm coming out now..."

Karin immediately left his seat. In front of him was Alaune, who was staring at me with a dark face. If you remember the potted enemy, you know exactly what I'm doing.

"Papa... are you giving it to me now?"

Alaune then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

"I don't know, motherfucker."

I couldn't take it anymore.

- Buenos Aires.

With a dull sense of humor in my head, I ended up with a massive ejaculation on Alane's face. It was as intense as the eruption of sexual desire that had endured moving to the wagon in the past few days.

- Gulp.

When the never-ending semen stopped, Alaune swallowed it all up and slowly opened her eyes and ran to her face.

"Ha... love, love, papa... Thank you..."

"... ahh."

I can't believe you're doing this.

"... Rishanni's experiments are over, right? Then go up."

"Go up first. She will observe the course and climb up."

"Nigger, let's go."

Winia grabbed my wrist with a complaining face. I tried to entrust myself to her hand and told Alaune who was looking at me.

"Hey, Alane."

"Yes, Papa."

"His name is Risha. Whatever you ask, don't shut your mouth and answer it correctly."

"..."

"Are you going to answer, or aren't you going to?"

"... I get it. I'll know what Papa said."

"Yes."

Now I'm going to answer to Risha.

I left the basement behind Risha, who said she was coming up for a while.

"Really, I don't like it. The moment you're on your guard..."

"I'm sorry, Winia..."

"Enough, you scumbag. Who would have expected this? Hah. If I had more information, I'd make it a medicine. Well, what am I supposed to do? I'm going to experiment with Lisa as a minister, and I'm going to give her up."

I went up to the second floor and lay myself in the bed I missed.

It was a disturbing feeling, but the erected cock was already emanating cough liquor in a crazy state. Claudio, Karin, and Winia look at it and blush their faces.

"Well... then you should comfort the nigger because it looks hard."

"Hoo-hoo, Cat. Do you want me to talk to you too?"

Oh, yeah.

Eventually, the day was weaved to morning.