Chapter 287 – Suspension.

“So what are you doing here to throw up all of a sudden?”
“…What does the human upstairs have to do with it?”

It was clear to the boy that he was not a man downstairs. The armor he wore proved it. Who wears such luxuries downstairs?

“For those of you who can’t wait to fuck the girls downstairs.”

So the boy couldn’t take a good look at him. The reason his older sister had to do such a thing just now was to get food from the people upstairs.

“Heh, but I’m still comparing myself to those guys.”
“Then why did you come down?”
“If you say that, I have nothing more to say.”
“Look at that. Don’t worry about it and go away.”

The boy hated the humans upstairs. They always came down for food distribution, handing out food that was questionable whether it was right or not, and talked about it as if it were something special. Even though he gave himself and his sister too little to eat together. That’s why the boy thought the meeting with him was over.

“Huh? Isn’t that the kid yesterday?”

That I met him again in that alley. Originally, he would never have had to face him. He couldn’t possibly be at home, so he wandered outside and came to this alley.

“What are you doing that keeps coming downstairs?”
“Because I have something to do. Are you coming down?”

That business must be with the girls downstairs. When the boy remembered his sister, he frowned at her and turned away from him.

“Now, since we met, take this.”

Something flew at his feet and hit him. Looking back at him, his little envelope was underneath him. Feeling the warm paper on my legs, I inadvertently lifted the envelope and looked inside to see potatoes thinly sliced ​​and fried. Potatoes don’t grow downstairs. Even so, it was sold at a low price even on the upper floors, so it was a common snack in the village where there was exchange with the upper floors. Even so, it was too much for the boy and his life.

“What do you believe in and eat this?”

Why did he, the man upstairs, give himself this? Could he be targeting his own sister? He watched vigilantly. Receiving his gaze, he shrugged his shoulders.

“Why would I poison a waste of food against a kid like you?

He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, but the boy threw it out nonetheless. Because sometimes there were children who ate these things wrong and never came back.

“It’s too bad.”

I thought it was a waste to see him pick up the envelope he threw and eat the food, but I couldn’t help it. Because he had a sister he left at home. However, he himself did not know that the meeting with him would be much longer than he expected.

“Is it you today?”
“Are you following me?”
“I’d like to ask. Draw who comes here every time.”

There was nothing to say in those words. Uncomfortable being at home, when he came to his senses, he was moving his steps to this place where his eyes were at least familiar. He had been running into him for over a month already.

“What do you want to eat today?”
“Give me that bread.”
“You are very strong, too.”

When the boy pointed to the steamed bun he was eating, he shook his head and handed him the steamed bun.

“Do you have a hobby of stealing food from others?”
“Just put it out soon.”

Then, watching him take out a new loaf of bread and eat it, he held out his hand and he was giving it to him again. Though thinking he was a really strange human being, the boy took the food he had given him and headed home. He ate his fill and there was no point in it. He was just happy that he could feed his older sister today. The house they returned to was run-down and not a proper place, but they were fortunate enough to have a place to lie down. When I opened the door expecting to see my older sister happy at home.

“Keuk?!”

What came back was a dull sound hitting the head. As I was suffering from the dizzying pain in my head, I heard voices from around me.

“Did you bring something to eat?”
“You said it was real.”

The boy could tell who the voices belonged to. I couldn’t know Because they were children who lived downstairs like herself. But why on earth could their voices be heard in their own homes? Doubts were short-lived.

“Huh, huh.”

Because I heard a familiar voice moaning. Unsurprisingly, his sister was where the sound came from. She was tucked under her older, rather familiar brother, as she took his cock between her legs. The boy couldn’t understand the situation. Why are they now fucking their sister in their own house? Even in his daze, his eyes wouldn’t fall out of his sister’s crack.

“Are you here now?”

The guy who raped my sister smiled and looked back at the boy.

“I got bored while waiting so I fucked your sister.”

His head and body didn’t move as if they were playing separately, as if he was talking in the same voice as usual. He used to be the leader of the alley among the children because he was old enough. But why did he do this to them?

“Why.”
“Why? When you have food like this, do you guys eat it among yourself when it’s not enough even if you share it?”

The boy was ridiculous to share. Wasn’t it all about taking care of the food here? Even so, he was freely sharing the bread he brought with his gang.

“Really, how long has it been since you’ve had proper food? You bastards who have no sense of loyalty to eat these things among themselves.”

Above all, they would have never been associated with his gang. He had many words to say, but nothing came out as if his mouth was frozen.

“Huh? Look at this bastard.”

It was then. The guy’s gaze was directed down at him. Because of this, the boy realized that his stuff was swollen. He is saddened by the change that cannot be hidden with clothes sewn from old rags.

“Because I know how to share differently with you guys, right? Wake up.”
“Ugh.”
“What are you doing…!”

She tried to scream as he forced her sister to her feet, but couldn’t. Because he pushed his sister and she fell between his legs. Because of this, his sister found out that he was setting up his things.

“Suck it. It’s smaller than what you usually eat, but don’t you like it?”

And the voice he heard was unbelievable.

“Don’t bullshit!”

She was his sister From the time she doesn’t remember the details until now, she has taken care of him, cared for him, and done anything humiliating for him. She was his older sister. Then the man laughed at the boy.

“So who is the pervert cubs who saw your sister was raped?”

He couldn’t make any excuses for what he said next.

“Be honest? You’re the type of guy who can’t wait to fuck your sister’s cunt? You say you’ll do nice things for me?”
“No! I am!”
“Ah, shut up!

He had no room for excuses. He shouted and urged his sister. He naturally assumed that my sister wouldn’t. No matter how you think about it, this was crazy. It must have been.

“Howup.”
“Sister?”

Looking down at the hot, soft feeling that wrapped around him, there was his sister. Laying him next to her, she bit into his mouth with the mouth that told her old stories as a lullaby.

“Gigkick, they really do it.”
“Isn’t that what you usually do?”
“Cheup.”

Despite the ridicule that came from around her, she sucked on his cock and sucked it. Her invisible, but her own cock was swallowed by her sister’s lips, and in it was touching her mouth. Even the touch of the soft cheeks, the slightly hard ceiling, the twitching neck, and the wriggling tongue carefully wrapped around and licking up the bottom was clear.

“Jjww, jjww. Jjww!”

Even the look of her looking up at him sucking on his as if she were eating delicious food.

“Oh, I really can’t stand it.”
“Mueup!”

Her mouth twitched and her sister’s breath touched her lower belly as the guy approached her from behind and poked her back. She choked her neck on her own, but her ass shook her back regardless.

“Negative play! Big! Chu-class.”

The sister’s face kept hitting his stomach. Her lips held tightly to his pillar to keep him from getting hurt, and her hot, soft mouth hugged her snugly. In the end, she wriggled and squeaked something other than her urine, and she swallowed it down.

“Kheu, this is always cool.”

Watching him stuff his sister’s back inside her with something like his own.

“…”

The boy walked aimlessly outside the house. There was no sister by his side. Won’t be at home either. Because his sister was captured by their gang. Her goons asked her to bring more food if she didn’t want anything to go wrong. It was nonsense, but I couldn’t help but do it. But what makes him even more angry. Even after that incident, he remembered the soft aftertaste surrounding him, and it was still his stuff that was swollen. I couldn’t stand the disgust boiling from within, so I picked up a sharp stone nearby.

Stones were a rare weapon for the children downstairs. Even that was insignificant compared to the metal tools grown-ups carry, but it was threatening enough to be thrown, so he slammed it downward.

-Quarreung!

A constant rumble of thunder. A terrifying sensation that pierces and tortures the body even though it does not match the line of daylight that barely passes them.

“Where the hell did you throw this so it shoots like that?!”

Usher was still on Krikaliev’s back, running away from the spear of lightning that was shooting at them from the ceiling.

“Judging by the sound, it must be on the top floor.”
“How long will it take to go up there?!”

They were climbing up the floors, but Usher wondered if he would ever be able to reach the top floor with no end in sight. The faster the spear of lightning went up, the faster the spear crashed, so at some point, you couldn’t even go upstairs through the stairs, and all you had to do was go around one floor and avoid it. It was impossible to tell how much faster the spear would plunge at them the further up they went.

“You don’t have to fret.”
“I still can’t go up. How can I not get nervous!”
“Rather, it’s the other side that’s nervous.”
“Yes?”

Even so, he deftly climbed over the holey, messy floor and dodged the spear.

“I think I threw 300 of them in the meantime. How many more do you think you can supply a spear that consumes this much upstairs?”

After his words, the rain of Joo-gwang that was aiming at them stops like a lie. In response, Krikaliev swung the Barisada toward the ceiling and broke the ceiling. The ceiling, already full of holes like cheese, could not withstand the shock and crumbled helplessly, and at that moment Krikaliev jumped on top of it.

-Quarreung!

The sound of thunder that seemed to be waiting. Realizing that it was a trap, Usher wanted to shout, but it was too late, and Krikaliev was running upstairs. There was no room for escape. Usher held on to the shield he had placed above his head to block the spear from falling on him, and closed his eyes.

“Hi, you’re so damn hard.”

When I opened my eyes in surprise at Krikaliev’s voice, I saw a spear in his hand. The window was looking upwards, not downwards, and soon it rose fiercely upwards. After that, there were no more windows pouring out, and they had to go over the second floor to reach a certain door. When I opened the door and entered, the murals covered not only the walls but the ceiling, and the space where light streamed in from all directions seemed to say that this is the top floor. And at the center was a knight in plain armor and a red knight clinging to the armor with shallow vertical tears.

“It’s been a while. Kayaba.”

Following the traces, the appearance of the spear stuck in the ceiling informed them that the red knight was the one who blew the spear at them.

“…How are you?”

The boy realized that someone had grabbed his hand as he tried to get down on him.

“I don’t know what happened, but it’s not a requirement.”

There was a man in armor.