Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Aren't you a total lunatic? Why would you say that to a nigger?"

Winia, who heard me, frowned and said so. Winia is sensitive to this.

"Right? You're a fucking ant, aren't you? He did it in front of me."

"It's fucking funny. Why do you say that? Isn't it fucking rude for a contest winner? It's annoying. It's our nigga."

It is clearly disrespectful to bring up such a story.

"Why on earth would you say such rude words? Did you see anything in your eyes when you were on high ground?"

"That's it."

Sister Liz also questioned.

"You're a fucking bitch, that one! Ugh! I'm all mad! Crazy motherfucker! You're gonna drown me in an incubator den!!"

Hilde was furious, too. What?

"Hilde? An incubation den?"

"A slow-looking monster sucking on a woman's regular routine. Demons who live their whole lives in solid shells and move little by little with tentacles. These are also breaking into your dreams!"

You're the devil against the Circus. But it doesn't look like a male, it's a slimy tentacles monster inside the shell.

"... something gross."

Ari frowns.

What kind of giant snail does it feel like?

"Huh, you're trying to get Kat to protest?"

"I just said I've said it before, and I feel like it."

Perhaps if someone else had said that, rather than a Sword Master, I would have asked you why you say that shit so badly to the nomads you listen to. But a man is a man, so what am I supposed to say?

"I can't believe you did that... katt. It's so insulting."

Claudie, sitting next to me, leaned on my head and said,

"Yes, it's insulting."

Gimcott will never forget this.

"I wonder why you said that. There must be no reason to be tempted by the winner. Didn't you say something else?"

"Another word..."

I'm thinking for a moment, Karin said.

"Hmm, did you say that? Well, she's usually a crazy bitch with a rumor. Maybe it simply doesn't recognize the other person's feelings."

Most likely.

Oh, that's right. Karin talked about it, so I suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, but sister. Do you know when that's the story? The war that the Sword Master claimed to have waged against the nomads."

I immediately asked Karin.

"Oh, that."

Karin touches his lips as though he was about to think for a moment, and soon begins to explain.

"... I know it's about fifty years ago. Yeah, probably. I heard a lot when I was with the Knights."

What is it?

"Fifty years?"

"Yeah, that's about it. I know you fought with your barbarians back then. That's the origin of Mirkesha. The name of the chief of those bastards."

So it was Mirkesha?

"I thought you were chummy."

"You don't know that?"

"No, I don't know much about tribal history. Ali did it fifty years ago."

The name of the great chieftain, Karga, who was so violent that the kingdom should have waged a war, was Mirkesha. That's why it was hardened like a pronoun.

"Is that so? It was a big deal... No, I thought you were smart and you knew it."

"I don't know much about history."

I don't know anything about these barbarians.

"So? I know because I'm learning."

Karin spontaneously went on to explain.

"Anyway, I learned it when I was in the Knights. I fought so badly that I almost got punished. I only know this. Of course, he was forced to go to war because he said he had invaded the border without even trying."

"Yes."

"It was the Swordmaster who commanded the war at the time. He said he was the commanding officer, and he left it to the deputy commanding officer and went out on his own. I lived when I heard so many of those stories."

In the military, the same achievement is told once for the purpose of mental education.

"But the ability is good, so there are actually a lot of nomads now, right? That's what happened because we had a bee."

Yes, it is.

Mirkesha nomads are now discriminated against within the Kingdom, but they feel like they are slowly melting down, but now there are black hair nomads all over the Kingdom.

Discrimination is not enough to just shut up and stab your back with a knife.

It's just a common racist thing.

"Well... that's probably why you were treated like that."

"Motherfuckers."

If you had fought like that, there would have been a rampage of hatred for the barbarians in the culture of the armed forces. That's why Karin, a hybrid, may have been treated like that.

But Karin's mother said that her father was a prisoner in combat.. Until then, there was more friction like this.

"This is the story. Yeah, the Swordmaster bitch dared to say that to my husband, didn't she? That cheap bitch."

Karin, who said that, knocked on my shoulder.

"It's okay, it's okay. After all, my husband is getting better. Sister believes."

"Uh-huh, that sounds natural. I think so, too."

"But you didn't do anything else besides that?"

"Anything else. After talking about it, it was amazing. What did you do? He said he was pretty surprised to think of my age. Oh, but this is the most important thing."

"What's wrong?"

This is the most important story.

"My finalist, Harun."

"It was a well-fought knight. Why?"

"He's a Swordmaster disciple."

Speaking of which, the instant the bath was filled with static.

"..."

- Silence.

Claudius, Winiado, Carindo, Rishado, Riztinado, Hilde and Arido are all silent with their heads laughed at.

"... what, what?"

The first to react was Karin.

"Uh-huh, ah. Amazing, isn't it? Yes! I'll tell you again! This is me! This Gimcott defeated Harun Ghosbelt, a disciple of the Swordmaster!! That too is overwhelming!!!"

I got up from my seat and declared!

- Studies!

It reveals the lower half that was submerged in the water. The hard erected muscles have added to my confidence. Yes! He was a disciple of the Swordmaster! I won!

"So, my disciple husband beat the disciple of the Swordmaster bitch?"

"That's right! Even though Liz and her disciples were working together, her disciples overwhelmingly destroyed the disciples that the Swordmaster had raised!"

- Studies!

I fell on one knee again and grabbed Karin's shoulders while splashing the water and squeezed into my face.

"Ugh, hmm..."

Karin seemed a little confused.

"Oh, fuck... you suddenly burst into your chest... Who, I think, is going to cry... really? That son of a bitch was a Swordmaster disciple? That son of a bitch your husband fucked?"

Her eyes begin to tremble.

"That's it. He told me that. He almost raised me because he had some genius talent. He said it was amazing because I won."

"..."

Of course I'm glad.

His disciple defeated Swordmaster's disciple.

As a prosecutor and a teacher, nothing would be happier than that.

"Ahhh, that. So... oh, fuck. My chest is so ticklish..."

Tears began to form in his eyes.

"Should I cry on a happy day? Come here, sister."

"Uuuuuuuuuuu..."

I immediately hugged Karin and knocked her on the back.

Let's cheer up the sister who's about to cry.

- Open up, open up. Open.

"That's right, that's right. Sister, that engraver is a Swordmaster disciple, eh? My sister's disciple won."

"..."

Karin breathes with a small tremor while burying her face on the side of my clavicle. Looks like he's trying to calm down for a while.

"Oh, fuck... I'm so embarrassed."

Soon she lifted her true head.

"She's a woman who doesn't cry at all... yes, I'm impressed. My sister taught my husband well. I can't believe you beat that bitch's disciple so easily. I'm fucking proud of you, man. Yes, of course. Who's my husband?"

The feeling of crying disappeared and a smile on my face.

"Do you keep your erection even when you see your sister crying more than you do?"

"No, what do I do when I'm already standing?"

"Kahh, you pervert."

Karin reaches out her index finger, pokes my ear in the cock, pulls my flesh and bounces. Playing with my cock.

"But Karin."

So Liz's sister called her as she went to Karin's side.

"Hmm?"

"Did you just cry?"

"What? No? You didn't cry? I almost cried because I was shocked."

"You don't lie when you cry. Ah, Carindo has a cute little corner. Yeah, it's not just a waldard."

"This bitch is real."

"Aah! Don't stab me in the back, Maseiot! I told you that!"

Karin attacks Leeds' sister while frying water.

Now you're just getting to know each other without worrying.

"Cat. So you defeated the disciple that the Swordmaster admitted to be a genius?"

One day Claudie, sitting on the railing of the bath, said so. She opened her legs slightly for me, and I slit her back right there and replied.

"That's it, Claudie."

"Huhuhu, too... Yes. That's it."

After gathering my thighs and holding my head together, she reaches out and touches my ears.

"Cat, Cat. That's so good. How could you... haha... that's the best. Katt's possibilities are becoming increasingly apparent... Mama is so happy..."

"Praise me more, more. More."

"Huhu, is that what you want to hear?"

"I don't get tired of listening to shit all the time."

This is heaven.

"After a couple of years of being a real nigger, aren't you as good as Karin?"

"Certainly. Ah, I hope so. If she is more measured than she is now, how should she live..."

Next time, Swordmaster believes that he will be Kim Kot, he doesn't doubt it. He supports himself for a long time and then comes out.

"That's right, I'm shipping you to the winning house. I'll tell you when I get there."

After she wiped herself with a towel, they all prepared dinner together. But when you make it all and eat it, you suddenly start to react fiercely to your cock. Instinctively, looking at Risha's face, she smiled as she said it was a special day.

... Understand.

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It was the morning of the third day after he found the replacement.

"Oops."

I've never seen a waist like this again. I feel rested from the day after the competition until this morning, just continuing sex. That's why it's so ugly now. I can feel the infinite possibility of boiling in me.

This world is starting to look like mine.

"Greetings!"

"Oh! It's not Paladin! I heard you won the Mutu Contest! Thank you so much for raising Verde's name!"

The paladins who were guarding the entrance to the temple told me that. It seems like a positive effect. So I greeted the Christians and went to the Holy Spirit's reality room.

"Saint! My name is Falardine Gimcott! You're here!"

"... are you here?"

When I went in, the Saint, who looked as tired as usual, welcomed me while smoking.

"You came three days after the competition. I thought Saint Bone would come yesterday."

"Argh, that's...! That's why he's so good at winning."

"Well, I'm not trying to win. Come sit next to me."

The Saint who cleared the document touched.

"By the chair? Can we go there?"

"Oh, no. You can come forward and sit down."

I dragged the chair right in front of the Saint's desk and sat there. It's also a big desk. On the left and on the right, there are more documents and tools like this.

"..."

Anyway, as I sat there, the Saint looked me in the eye and opened his mouth.

"Ha... how to say it."

Something's not right.

"Saint? Is there anything serious?"

You must have finished the competition well.

I won overwhelmingly, and my reputation as a strong and young paladin in the Bronze Astronomical Society was elevated to the great name of the god Verde.

"Serious thing... yes, serious thing. Paladin made it very difficult."

- I...

Are you fucked?

No, there's no reason to.

- Gulp.

I sucked the tension while swallowing my saliva.

"What the hell...?"

What's wrong with you? Was that a problem for Michael Jackson when he was inhuman? That's never gonna happen.

"I will explain from now on, so listen to this Saint, Paladin. Paladin has made it very difficult and serious."

"... can we get down first?"

"You don't have to."

- Whoo.

The Saint, who once sucked out the smoke, rubbed the ashtray and turned off the cigarette. Then, after a moment of silence, I looked into my eyes and opened my red lips.

"Since the competition."

- Tension.

I had a gut feeling I was fucked.

And you are.

"The number of admissions has increased."

"Yes?"

"There was an enormous amount of donations and the sacraments of the existing congregation poured out. Do you know how much has changed in those three days? Currently, all nuns are mobilized to handle administrative work."

What are you saying now?

"The promotional effect of Paladin is` very `. Well done, Paladin. Paladin is not enough to raise the church's reputation, so he has made his finances more abundant. A tremendous achievement."

"..."

"So it's a difficult situation because of the enormous workload."

"..."

Ouch.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

I was forced to roam through the inner reality with a scream of Moonwalk.

Damn good, motherfucker!!!!