Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

[Makgan] Kadia

The Saint, who took out two transparent glasses, began to follow the liquor there.

- Peek.

Now I was so defenseless that I had no idea of this inhuman concern. You don't even have enough men in your bedroom to follow you?

The same is true of the actions taken there.

Whenever you move your arm, your white armpits look shiny, and your chest is dizzily shaken with more than half of the open bones. Even those heavy breasts should be naturally placed on the table.

"..."

Is that it?

Clothes like that.

The white mini dress in silk sticks to the body and reveals the Saint's enchanting lines.

The hips are so sturdy that it seems that the thin waist is more emphasized. Besides... it's not like the hem is coming down long, but it's just covering the top of the thigh so... I think the panties will all be revealed even if I move carelessly.

What kind of material are panties?

Silk like that dress? Silk is a heavenly and soft garment. My wife also wears that a lot, but I feel really good because I'm a board member when I hug her.

No, fuck.

What the hell was I thinking about the Saint?

Thoughts keep flowing only this way.

If the Saint is really seducing me... I will have to leave her womb full of my semen, just like Claudie told me.

That's what it means to act so blatantly.

But if I think I'm more likely than not, and I get caught up in this immense misunderstanding and do something like that, I'm an inhuman Unholly Paper. In other words, it becomes an ungodly rape horse that escapes Dory.

If that were the case, the Soviet Union (68), which had the title of dying most horribly in history beyond being fucked by AmChang, would become airborne.

You're the one in the middle of the ball.

Grrrrrrrrrgh.

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..."

"What...!"

At that moment, the Saint said something like groaning and was surprised.

"Huh? But why?"

The Saint who humbled his head said,

"No, yes?"

What? Did you hear it wrong?

"I followed it all. What's the reaction?"

"Ah... nothing."

I seem to be overreacting.

I can't calm my mind because my thoughts about reproduction are springing up. If it is certain that the Saint is seducing me, I will make her into my own woman, as I have always been, or if it is not.

It's good.

Let's think about it, let's analyze it.

I'm Dr. Gimcott.

"Hmm... Did you get nervous? It's not like Paladin."

As a result, the Saint, who looked worried, stretched out his arms and said, Emphasized tits... no, more tension than that? It certainly makes me nervous right now.

"Where are you going to get nervous?"

"In the inner room of the saint I saw. Even if you enjoy drinking alone, you have no choice but to be nervous as long as you're a solid guy."

No, I don't want you to tell me that yourself.

Do you know everything?

But speaking for yourself... I don't know shit. I don't know why I'm acting so blatantly. No, this is wrong, too. The Saint always acted openly.

Is that an extension of everyday life?

Or it is.

- Ugh.

"Hugh, look. You have a different attitude than usual."

At that time, the saint with her buttocks in the chair leans toward me, reaching out and pressing my forehead with her fingers.

"..."

With it, the full and heavy breasts stretch over the table, and the sternum begins to look l. It is also large and heavy. More than anything else, it felt like a gesture to reach out right now and ask you to cast whatever you want.

"And where are you looking?"

The Saint pushes my forehead a little deeper with his finger and spits like a hurl.

"My eyes make my chest tickle. Does the breasts of the Saint you saw still tingle?"

"Anet! What a blasphemous word! It's not like that!"

"There is no need to deny it. This Saint is sensitive to that kind of gaze. Of course I don't care much, so rest assured. It's not really touching, it's just watching, because I can give you as much permission as I can."

- Scream.

The Saint gave an accent to his chest as it was. With it, the chunks of fat look good as they soar.

What does this seductive move mean...! I felt like my mind was tilting towards you more and more. Claudie wouldn't have felt this way if she hadn't said so...!

"It's a technique that bends the inside out."

A provocative smile is on the Saint's face.

"Oh, my God. Why are you testing something like that on such a faithful Palladine?"

"Didn't you say last time you never felt rational about her? It only teases me because it hurts my pride a little. You don't have to worry too much, so I think you should hand it over properly."

Is this the heart of the Saint? I was expecting it, but I also have a lot of pride in that direction because it is the end of the Princess.

And making fun of him...

"That's a straightforward reason."

More than anything else, he states the reason for the sudden action first. It's as if there's nothing strange, and it's as natural as it has been until now.

It's unreadable.

Is this really a technique for bending men? Originally, a talented woman pushes a man into misunderstandings and worries.

"Anyway, I get it. That's what I said then. I will apologize for your loss of pride."

"I don't need a mere apology."

The Saint, who straightened the pose and buttoned to the chair, said with a jaw twitching.

"So what can I do?"

"Well... I never thought about it, but I feel a little relieved that Paladin said so."

Then it's okay to move on.

"Then, Saint. Let's have a drink. I'm thirsty."

"Ah, I should."

The reaching Saint grabbed the transparent glass. It smells pretty good. When you see red, is it like red wine? Of course, there are different kinds of fruits in the world, so they feel the same.

"It's very precious... but Paladin."

Slowly, as the Saint with the cup explains about the drink. I said it very relaxed. And also, it's like turning a glass or tasting it with your eyes. Sommelier himself. The movement was as slow as talking, so even me who was watching was drooling.

"Yes, if it's Paladin..."

I felt like my Saint's red lips were emphasized because I was focusing on the words. Quite an attractive lip. Because of Claudie's words, I keep imagining that lips kissing my ears with all their might.

By the way, I didn't see Saint smoking today.

"As you wish."

- Ugh.

At that time, the Saint looked me in the eye instead of looking at the glass.

"You can drink it."

... blue eyes.

It was catching me.

"I'll allow it all."

The Saint who spoke there naturally handed out the cup, and I also raised the cup and made a toast very carefully. Allow it all... I keep thinking about the meaning of that word.

- Chuyup.

When I finished my toast, I brought my lips as if the Saint were kissing a glass, and immediately I slowly rolled my tongue and began to savor it as I spilled the liquid in my mouth.

"..."

No, I don't.

I'm just drinking, and I feel obscene... even though my spirit is being held captive. Calm down, Gimcott. Think of the Soviet Union (68).

If this is not temptation, I will disappear like the Soviet Federation to the back of history.

"Whoo."

To erase that thought, I also brought my mouth into the glass.

I felt it after drinking, but it tasted good. It has no bitterness at all and a deep sweet flavor spreads in the mouth.

But the power is high.

No, quite.

Still, the sweet taste made me feel like I was diluted with the flaming water. Well, if you feed it to the general public, it feels like you will continue to inhale because of the sweetness and then go to the goal.

- I...

When I took the cup out of my mouth.

"Isn't it sweet?"

The Saint looked at the glass and said,

"Yes, it's as sweet as eating a child."

"If you look at the water, it's not something the kids can eat. This is what Saint Bonne likes. It's expensive, and it's hard to get it because it doesn't have a lot of production."

"What, do you spend your salary collecting liquor?"

"I don't buy too much. Like I said, it's precious."

I thought I'd just build it up in the cellar.

"But do you only drink? I'm a little empty right now. I was expecting the Saint to serve me."

"Umm... well, I see."

The Saint nods as he asks for a meal.

I need to eat something and get rid of this feeling.

"Yes, I invited our palladine, full of compliments, into the room of the Saint who saw us like this... and I'm sure it would be nice to 'eat as much as you can without notice'."

At that moment, the Saint sent me a glowing glance and said,

"If you want to ask, you can ask for anything."

"..."

What, what's going on?

"The Saint... is ready."

The Saint brought his hand to his chest and began to gently wipe the upper parts of his exposed breasts. Then the finger enters between the thoracic bones.

What the hell are you doing...!

"I'll give you what you want. This is... the first time. Still, it doesn't matter if it's Paladin. I think I can say I can do it all. I will show you all about this Saint."

I thought my head would explode if I went like this.

"... Saint. Are you talking about cooking now?"

"Hmm? What else is there?"

The Saint who slackened his head at my words pulled his finger from between his sternum. Then he mumbled that he had no cigarettes, and he habitually tried to take out a pack of cigarettes.

"I've never served someone a dish before, but I've memorized all the recipes that are essential for today. If you have something to ask, feel free to ask anything. I can do everything I can. I'll show you all my skills."

Cooking... yes. That's right. I just kept feeling weird, so I thought I'd go crazy. Claudie put a delusion in my head.

"So what do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine. I would ask you to be confident."

"Hmm, well. I see."

The Saint nods.

"Will you hold on a second, then? But now that you've opened the lid, it's a good idea to empty it."

She pointed to a bottle of liquor.

"Yes, I understand. I'm not starving to death. You get one, you eat it."

"Haha, you're right."

"You're a nuisance, too."

"Not so strong."

Definitely not strong.

"Is it okay to drink something so strong that it's weak?"

"It's okay. I don't drink when I'm with someone else. You can only eat when you're with Paladin."

"Yes? Why?"

When I ask, the Saint gently strokes his shoulders and answers.

"In the body of the Saint I saw..."

On the body?

"Whatever happens, Paladin will protect you from thinking of the Saint you've seen more than anyone. So don't worry about it. You can eat with peace of mind because you are with Paladin."

"... Is that so?"

I slowly emptied the remaining bottles of liquor with the Saint before eating.

"Oh, but I keep remembering the work of Paladin."

"Claudie?"

"It's as beautiful as an elf. Even Saint Bone was astonished."

Natural sound.

"That's enough to make an appearance in the Royal Beauty Competition. I hate to admit it, but I think it's a beauty of the same size as this Saint."

"Uh-huh, is that so?"

The Saint is a beautiful woman, but she can't reach Claudie either.

"But I had a question for a moment."

"Yes, tell me."

"Objectively, who is more beautiful than Miss Half-Elf Claudie and the most beautiful Saint I've ever seen among human women?"

"Anet!"

This is a question!

This is the same difficult question that the Greek mythical goddesses Hera, Athena and Aphrodite suddenly showed up and asked who was prettier!

"No, Saint. If you ask me that, you know what the answer is."

He smiled in distress and replied, "The Saint is fine."

"It's just a question. I'm curious about Paladin's point of view, so please answer it comfortably."

"..."

I have to tell you something.

"Yes... I'm Claudie. The Saint is extremely beautiful, but Claudie is my wife. Married men are usually the world's best women."

I said this, but my wife's beauty is objective.

"Oh, is this married man?"

I don't think he's angry because he asked.

"Uh-huh, yes. Yes."

"Of course I knew you'd answer that. But... it's a bit of an odd perspective."

At that moment, the Saint, who seemed to be seeing something disgusting, started chewing his nails by putting his fingertips in his mouth instead of wiping his lips.

- Shh, shh.

That's a habit.

"Saint, your nails are broken."

"Nails? Oh, you've become a habit. Anyway. Then Paladin is the best of his women. What do you think?"

"Not to mention, for me, of course."

"Hmm... Is that so?"

The Saint who used to wipe his chin with his back of hand looked me in the eye.

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