Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Honestly, it's embarrassing, and I can respect your sexual orientation, but it was very suspicious.

Is this a normal orgy?

It's a situation where pagans have been hiding in the city. Even the pagans are being exterminated by the Church, and the bastards who are suspected of having similar doctrines and purposes are shaking here.

I have no choice but to doubt this.

But it wasn't even immoral or evil, given the circumstances.

Well... I guess I'll have to call it an ordeal, 'cause I'm with seven of my girls every night till dawn. Finish the day with all kinds of affectionate services.

I'm just a one-man, and this is just a one-woman.

And well, I can't be beaten because I didn't witness a pagan act myself. All I saw was trouble and good words.

It is the law of thugs that beats you with only severity. It is not the law of legitimate and correct fusion.

And I heard the story of leaving for a new world, but there are many who tell it, and the bronze astronomical community does not oppress it all.

As long as it's not an evil purpose.

Anyway, what if it's suspicious?

You can ask the parties directly.

- Bugs and bumps.

I tried to get rid of the women who were trying to cling to me and approach the circular table where the vast obstruction was unfolding.

"Ah, ah...! Ha..!"

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Even if you push it with your feet and arms, it keeps sticking to me.

"Fuck you, you bastards!"

It is quite unpleasant because of the extreme elevation of the eyes...!

You don't even look like a woman, you bastards!!

When I ranked the women of the kingdom in the ranks of beauty, the women standing in the top seven were my mistresses. However, there is a limit to this beauty that I don't know about because it is Mimo. Anyway, my eyes are really too high.

"Hmm?"

No, but wait.

Why didn't I think of this?

"Aah...!"

"Argh...!"

I looked at the women who were intoxicated by the acoustics.

These people... are they just prostitutes?

Or brainwashed, or exploited. If not, are they exploited by the drug-induced acoustics?

"Stand, preacher...! Please, please, please!"

"Yes! As much as you want! You can use my body as much as you want!"

"Aah...!"

Men and women in distress still did not notice me. Without weakness, if a man is tired, he takes his place behind him, stabbing his vagina and anus endlessly.

Dizziness is a strong acoustic.

It's okay because it's me. A normal person would lose his mind. Those guys over there are enjoying it in particular, so they might have taken trace amounts of antidote? It's just an expectation everywhere.

"Please, please...!"

"Argh...!"

"Ha, ha, ha..."

I looked back at the women holding my ankle.

It looks like all the souls have gone out together.

You have lost your ability to judge yourself.

"Hey, don't do this. Are you awake?"

- Nice.

He grabbed a woman and slapped her cheek.

"Ha, ha..."

But no answer came out. I was halfway out of sight, and I was just masturbating, hugging my ankle.

"This looks fucking serious."

Drugs are dark.

Already out of cognitive and thinking skills.

Self-determination is also impossible.

I can't ask you anything... I looked around for a while.

There were many women who had already lost their minds or were lying still or lying down. Once I checked each of the women in the most corner, I decided to find the one who was at least sane.

And I could find a woman wandering around the corner.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

She's a brunette.

"Hey, can you wake up?"

"Ugh... Ugh..."

She was crying and masturbating violently. I want to know what a crazy situation this is, but it's completely acoustic.

It's not a lot you can't stand.

But at least I'm crying.

Compared to all the other women who are completely out of their minds... at least normal.

"It came out of the church. Look at me if you can understand."

"Argh, Argh...!"

She looked at me as she shed tears.

You must have cognitive abilities.

"My word. Can you understand that?"

"Argh, Argh...! School, church...!"

She nods slowly, and I immediately shoulder her and go out of the room. I thought I could talk.

"I am Palladin, who is here to investigate this case. This place is suspected to be a banquet hall for pagans, and I have so much to ask you."

"Par, paladin...!"

"I'm going to interrogate you from now on, but I don't want anything to happen. I might be accused of heresy."

"...!"

She closed her mouth and trembled.

That's how Hilde went up to where she was waiting.

"Ah? Cat? What is she?"

"Witnesses. They're down there."

"You're naked?"

"What kind of an orchard are you doing down there? Those bastards I saw during the day."

"Obstruction!!!"

Hilde jumps in shock. The two managers are still sleeping. Anyway, I loosened the cape I was wearing on the woman's shoulder.

"Now I'm going to ask you something, can you answer that?"

"Yes... by the way...!"

"It must be hard."

I'm barely awake because of the acoustics.

"Hilde. How can you do this?"

"Hmmm... hold on."

Soon, Hilde, who brought the bucket of water, poured it on the woman's head, and performed a simple hypnotic spell in a veiled fissure.

"I'm extremely excited. My mind is unstable... Uh-huh, but I'm still a circus. I think I can solve my sexual instability. But it's not just sex."

Well, I'm sure it is.

Who in their right mind would do something like that?

I was so prepared to interrogate.

A woman released from magic raises her head in a slightly more sober way than before. In hypnosis, it was almost impossible to interrogate, so Hilde erased only what was subjected to acoustics.

"Aren't you... hot?"

"It's holy water."

"Holy water...?"

"I just said, but I am Palladin. It came from the church."

"Aah...!"

After taking out her ID card and stating that it was Paladin again, she began to shed tears again.

It was the tears of relief.

"Then answer as you ask. If you answer correctly, there will be no charge of heresy."

"Yes...!"

In so doing, her testimony began.

"Argh...! Chu, I didn't know at first...! I just thought you were a good preacher... and I asked for help...!"

The woman believed in the preacher like an iron stone.

"I didn't even know it was wrong... but I couldn't help it after I regained my mind... because my body, my body, didn't really calm down... Argh!"

She cries and spills out her obscene words.

"So, the preacher you believed in brought you here after asking for help and money?"

"Yes... but it wasn't. How many times have I met you separately... and heard about the doctrine... Argh!"

When a target is caught, it creates greater trust by making multiple contacts.

"Then I came to this basement on the way."

"Argh! Don't be right... Argh, Argh!"

"So, stuck in this basement, you persisted in distraction? Since when?"

"The thing is, it's...! I don't know... I don't remember... but it's not old...! Ugh, I hate it now. It's too painful...! I want to go home...! Ugh, Ugh...!"

"..."

"Ever since I came here...! Keep going! Just keep doing that and I've been scolded by the guys who come to me...! Argh, Argh...! I did nothing wrong...!"

Oh, my God.

"... testified very well."

Let's make the testimony as clear as possible.

The preacher gathered people's trust with the assembly during the day and selected people who could afford money or women who were weak in heart.

It would have been very easy to cheat because you would already be trusted. In doing so, he used women as entertainment for the Orthodox Church by making them intoxicated with acoustic energy.

It is a new world with a drug-intoxicated state, so if you want to liberate the flesh, you must take it. I even put myself in extreme delight, making me dependent on this turbulence.

Because they overlap and they overlap, the women in the basement are in that shape.

She met me in her own mind because she had not been like this for a long time.

"Criminal and dangerous."

Horrible and cruel.

"You're a pagan."

The Bronze Society or the Fusion Church will not just hand this over.

"Most of all, people are kidnapped and disappear like this, and there's no way there's a problem with the city."

People without ID are placental, but no. Is that why you only targeted women like that? Still, it was a religion that was in its own open place.

When women disappear, it somehow makes sense... Ah.

- Cityguard.

"Cityguard, you bastards?"

Cityguard was involved?

And the fact that there are so many women entertainers means that the person who needs to be entertained is a man, and it means a lot of money and power.

Men who coveted the flesh of preachers below.

"Cityguard's executive is involved."

Some of those bastards have a Cityguard executive.

In my opinion, the preacher has his own proficient words and beliefs. Managed and profitable agricultural appearance, acoustic. And I think I've used this underground Orthodox Church chief and his sex skills to bend over the city's richest and most powerful.

Pretending to show trust and character, he washes his brains and uses drugs to enslave him.

Men almost seemed to believe in preachers.

- I will dedicate a lot of money.

It's not enough to raise big money. In the process, these victims emerged.

Perhaps the preacher slightly changed the existing doctrine or policy.

The head of the underground Orthodox Church operates in secrecy as a membership, persuading the doctrine to be drugged and brainwashing with sex.

Corrupting innocent women.

Cityguards who have to protect the city also corrupt it.

In the process, I take the money they give me.

This is what pagans do.

"It's Hilde. We're done."

"Yes, yes. I didn't lie."

"Very well done."

As soon as he finished his interrogation, Hilde noticed that he was hypnotizing again to find out if he had lied. Even if you can't interrogate with hypnotic magic, you can figure out whether or not what you just said is ridiculous.

"I'll come back downstairs, so keep the women and the managers here safe."

"I'll just put it all back together."

"Don't let it get any better. Anyway, good work. It'll be over in a minute."

"Uh-huh, I'll be waiting for you."

I went straight down to the head of the Orthodox Church.

It was still fanatical and overheated.

"Haa.. Haa.. Here, I..!"

"Ha, ha..."

Drug-intoxicated women try to hold my leg while crawling across the crack, losing Izzie as before. Put it away and head for the circular table.

"We will be able to go to a higher... world!"

"I believe...! I believe!!"

"Preacher...! Preacher...!"

The preacher shouts like a fire as he takes out men's desires in two holes.

"If you go there... I will become a slave to the congregation and serve forever...! Argh!"

"Preacher!!"

"Preacher!!!"

You must have washed your brains out.

Men over the age of middle-aged with ugly bodies are coveting the young preacher's mistress as they shed tears. The snow is already halfway around.

Are they going back in the morning when they're out of school?

Do you want to repeat it every week?

- Gross.

Immediately, Bugal, the sacred sword that saves lives and cuts off corruption, was drawn. If my projections are correct, the men here are all people who can be said to maintain this city.

This might be noble.

But is that better than Saint?

- Boom.

They didn't even recognize me the moment I put my foot on the circular table. So when I poured in my strength and cast a thousand horsemen.

"A thousand horsemen."

- Quaang!!!

The circular table broke apart, scattering debris.

"Argh!!"

"What the hell!!"

"What!!"

And when the fragments were scattered and the flesh was torn, they came to their senses and looked at me.