Chapter 231 – 231. Rape America

“Haha…”

The saintess looked down at me and let out a rough breath.

The saintess’ pupils were already half-closed. For the past three and a half hours, we’ve been close together with little separation. There wasn’t much of a conversation. At first I was a little shy, then gradually I just gasped in silence. The tone has become violent…

The moment she came back to her senses, she seemed to be a bit shy, but as the sex lasted longer, she threw herself away more and more, and now she started to covet me as if she had become a prostitute.

As a result of spending three hours without pulling it out, her vaginal wall and her cock were soaked in her love juice and semen, so they seemed to be completely stuck and could not be pulled out. I swayed her waist frantically while half-drunk by the intense smell of her saintess.

Cheap, cheap… And cheap again. I like being exploited as if I was being pulled out… But the saintess robbed me.

I realized when she robbed her of most of her semen. This is a saint. You have a wide tolerance to accept everything. No matter how cheap it is, she accepts everything… Her stamina is no joke…

“Ha…”

A trickle of saliva escaped from her half-open mouth. And her saliva dripped right into her mouth.

“Gulp…”

Sweet As I casually swallowed her saliva, the saintess licked my lips as if she couldn’t be taken away, and kissed her. She’s more than I’ve swallowed, she’s been robbed. The straying saintess’s tongue glided through my mouth. I was so ecstatic that I grabbed her hips and moved her waist.

This situation has been repeating itself ever since. She wants me without saying anything Just like her masturbator sucking her dick, she poured out all her sexual desires and desires that were trapped inside her.

“Chew.. Jjook.”

“Jjurub.. Ha ha.. Ha ha.”

A kiss that went on for a long time. The saintess collapsed into my arms and bit and licked the nape of my neck. Without saying a word, as if they were just obsessed with sucking.. Like a person completely addicted to sex… They covet and try to devour me.

The sensation, especially when her large breasts were pushed in and squeezed, seemed intoxicating.

As I bent my arms and stroked her side breasts, the saintess, who had been enthusiastically sucking the nape of her neck, raised her upper body again with a nonchalant expression and offered her breast to my mouth.

Admiring her indifferent kindness, I eagerly sucked on her soft, soft nipple. The areola was thick and sucked.

Later, I want to ask Cheshire to feed her breast milk booster and suck her saint’s milk. It’s like going back to childhood. By being held in her arms.

“Squeeze… Squeeze. Shuu up.”

“Hasss.. Haa.. Haa.. Is it delicious? Answer me.”

“Yeah.. It’s so delicious.. I like it.”

“Good job.”

She stroked my hair Her touch was very warm. The saintess stroked me like she would stroke her child’s hair.

I was able to get some reassurance that she wouldn’t betray me.

She wouldn’t be able to escape me unless I got her impotence.

Because I’m the only one in this world who can satisfy her saintess.

******

I left the sleeping saintess with Ella and Bella and came out of her tent. It was because Ericsson urgently contacted him via guild chat. The reception was not good due to the distance, but I was able to confirm the approximate information.

‘A total of 50 additional people came in… All of them were problem children who disturbed the camp… Black people who grew marijuana in the camp…”

The information Ericsson passed on to me was that nearly fifty additional men had arrived from Camp East.

I said that my magic power was limited and I couldn’t handle hundreds of people coming in at once, so it seemed that I had adjusted the number of people and brought them in.

By the way, all of the people who came in this time are also Awoken, and they are quite close to the camp. Not in a good sense, but in a bad sense.

‘They’re going to wipe out all the gang members from the Hood right now with my hands…’

Erickson was a considerable elite among blacks. He was quick-witted and quick-witted enough to be the manager of the Eastern US camp. He could be said to be the same person as the American version of Ha Jin-seong. As a result, Erickson was merciless towards black people.

From my own objective point of view, should I say that I have no hesitation in throwing it away if it is judged to be useless. I liked it because it had a cool corner. If Ha Jin-seong was an enthusiastic leader, Ericsson was a cool-headed leader.

Both have their strengths and weaknesses, but I’m glad they’re far more talented than I am at managing groups. Leave all the management to the two and I just have to do my own thing.

-Gulp. Gulp…

I drank a bottle of communication potion on my way to meet them.

Hellas said never drink more than three bottles a day. I vowed never to drink more than three bottles because if I overdose again and my liver is damaged, I might have to do a liver transplant with my own hands, which is starting to cause tremor in my old age.

By the way, he said that he would change his body to a doll he made soon, as if the end of the cybernetic project was starting to show.

He had finally found a way to overcome old age.

“Ah, you are here.”

“Fifty people?”

“Ah, three of them rebelled and died… But the rest have already been captured. You just have to work right away.”

“Oh..”

Following Ericsson, foreigners were on their knees sweating profusely with his limbs and gags in his mouth. All of them had vicious tattoos on their bodies. The impressions are all harsh. And three of them were already dead. Apparently, the mushrooms again seemed to be unable to control their strength and smashed them.

“Are these guys strong?”

“Some of them are strong, but most of them are gangsters who can’t forget the old days and play captain.”

“Right. Ericsson. Take out only the ones you think are worth using. Offer the rest.”

“Yes…”

Erickson removed 17 of the gangsters who were staring at me in horror and moved them aside. They will now live as my slaves.

Those who were not chosen will be sacrificed and digested forever in the belly of the evil gods.

“There is no particular malice towards you. Just know.”

I said as I drew out my ceremonial dagger. As soon as he pulled out his sword, a song burst out. I even saw a few guys peeing. They all look terrified.

He must have come down with the idea of ​​rescuing Nick and Michael and strengthening their position after hearing that they were in trouble. However, what awaited them would have been the monsters who mercilessly kill people and their former colleagues who had fallen for them. How embarrassed they must have been.

I undid the gag of the one sitting closest to me.

“How old are you?”

“Fuck it! You fucking Asian bastard..”

“Ha…”

I would spit in your face They really are full of Gao to the bone.

“You fucking… Just kicked my last mercy.”

“What are you saying! You rotten Dongyaaaaa!!!!!!”

I cut off the nose of a black man who was talking bullshit. It seemed that there was a need for thorough education on who dared to spit in the face.

******

After mercilessly torturing and killing one of the rebellious guys as an example, the others were completely horrified and readily confessed their age.

Now, more than 40 of these guys will be dedicated to Botamilli, and the early to mid 20’s will be devoted to Carshinax. I plan to make an offering after harassing the frightened ones especially to Indicron.

According to Ericsson, before the disaster, all of them had direct or indirect murder experiences and committed all sorts of crimes in drug trafficking, so they even had a justification for killing them.

Perhaps Ericsson gave me the history of these guys to give me a reason to kill them… But in fact, he would have killed them even if he didn’t bother to tell me the details. If I had just roughly told them that they deserved to die, they might have pulled out their swords.

“Okay then.”

“Two. Wow!! Hey!!! Ericsson!!! You fucking traitor!! Please save me!!!”

In the midst of cutting off her throat with a dagger and making a factory-style offering, a black man in her early twenties, who was sitting behind her and waiting for her turn, spat out the gag from her mouth and shouted a line.

“Do you know someone?”

“No. I guess you could kill it. That bastard is the one who touched the 12-year-old.”

“Huh… That’s crazy.”

I continued working.

I didn’t feel any remorse whatsoever. Because he had already made a lot of offerings… It was too late to feel guilty now.

Moreover, I even heard a strange pleasure that Ericsson was carrying out justice by repeatedly reciting the criminal acts of the guys who did not ask.

******

“No, are you recruiting more people?”

“What the hell… What’s going on down that hole?”

“No, I heard they’re just recruiting ordinary people this time.”

“What? Why? It’s not… It’s fucking dangerous.”

“I heard that the monster eradication has already been completed. I heard that the soil was moved and a full-fledged pioneering project began.”

“Pioneering. Huh.. That’s very American.”

Outside of hell. East Coast camp’s white-only workers’ canteen. Those who gathered there were excited about the story of Hell. It was because the news that the number of people was so large that food supply was difficult, and the news that they were colonizing Narak and supplying food was great news.

Of course, some expressed concerns about this.

“Do you know what… Is going on down there?”

“What are you doing? What happened.”

“Look no. Hundreds of people have already crawled inside… But no one has returned properly yet. Ericsson, only the chews and in and in and out … It’s obvious that there is a problem. “

“This is another conspiracy theory. Haha, even before the fucking world was destroyed, you were always excitedly mentioning Area 51 and the Illuminati… Ehh. Get your mind right, dude.”

“No, it’s just weird. Maybe someone knows There’s a huge monster down there… And it’s eating every foot that comes in…”

Dan’s reasoning was almost correct. However, no one listened to Dan because he was talking about so many strange things on a regular basis.

“Then what, Erickson became a subordinate of that monster?”

“Yeah.. That’s what I mean. Suspicious. That bastard, Ericsson… He’s so fucking suspicious.”

“Haha, Dan. Michael and Nick are there, what are you worried about? I heard that you have returned safely. And you said that if you keep spreading conspiracy theories, you’ll be expelled. Are you sure I can survive being kicked out? What if you don’t have the ability…”

“No, it’s just that I’m suspicious…”

“Well, let’s see if the psychics make the fields themselves. They said that time passed differently and a lot of crops could be harvested. We’re trying to clear the ground, so let’s do our own thing. Isn’t it time to come together?”

Only then did Dan shut his mouth and eat. He was nothing more than oatmeal porridge, to say the least, but when there wasn’t even that, everyone ate it in a hurry because they would have to fester. The hunger of those trapped in one area and unable to escape grew.

Then someone came out of the abyss.

“Is this American air? Write..”

As soon as he came out of the abyss, he breathed in the scent of America. To be precise, it was the smell of white workers around.

“Cough.. Oops.. The fucking underarm smell is so damn good. Hey, you stinky snoring bastards!! Spray on some deodorant and live!”

Jo Jun frowned and shouted at the foreigners. Then, the Americans who were working in the middle of the day looked at Jo Joon with expressions as if what this bastard was.

“What are you? The Asian section is over there? This is the white quarter.”

“What? Asian area? Under. Is there anything like that That’s great.”

It was kept apart keeping in mind cultural differences and conflicts between races. Of course, it was all Michael’s idea, which was racist, but in a very good way. Conflicts were noticeably reduced thanks to the division of zones.

In any case, the target came from the white man’s district. Maybe that’s why some of the big white men who were eating were staring at Jo Joon disapprovingly. However, Jo Joon only laughed at their eyes.

They don’t know The fact that most of the nearly eight hundred Awoken in Eastern Camp had already become their slaves. Knowingly or unknowingly, all of them were replaced by slaves and went around pretending nothing happened.

“Hey, don’t laugh and get off to your area right now. You seem like a newcomer, so don’t cause trouble.”

“Nope? I have no intention of going there.”

The white people started to get angry because they thought they were being made fun of by Jo Joon’s words.

Then someone started to come out of the pit.

It was about 200 Awakeners led by Ericsson and the familiars of Aim. Joon didn’t drag all of them out.

It was judged that most of the power of the US Eastern Camp had already been eaten, so only key figures were selected and brought out.

“Uh… What are those again…”

“Zombie…? Isn’t that a fucking zombie…?”

“No, after that… The mushroom monsters…”

On the other hand, people began to come out to the streets with a cry of something coming out of the abyss.

Jo Joon smiled at them again.

It’s because I was excited to see the precious workers.

“Don’t let a single one fall out, catch them all. Don’t kill never.”

“Pusssss…”

– Perok!

“Ahhhhh !!!

“I’m dead!!!!!”

“It’s a monster!!!!!!”

“Haa… Fuck…”

The invasion of America began at the same time as the mushroom man punched.