Chapter 10 – Part 1 Hunter – Maria, the Widow of a Small Inn (3)

※Warning: There is a description of urine. Please be careful.

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This is the story before I came to the capital.
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‘Yuzu has grown taller again. Do you want to go eat some snacks?’
‘Yuz is becoming more and more manly. Please rub her shoulders.’
‘Yuz is cute. I’ll kiss you.’
‘Yuz is cool.’
‘I love you.’
‘Good mood?’
‘Kiss Me.’
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In our rural villages, the number of men is very small.
Like the village men who were drafted into the war were wiped out or whatever.
As a child, I thought that was normal. I had never been to another village while living in a narrow village.

Because I was one of the few boys in a village where boys were scarce, I grew up being very loved by my sisters and aunts.

But what I really like is Ray.
Ray was the only girl in the village who was the same age as me.
But Ray didn’t really like me getting along with my older sisters.

“Yuzu! You only do those things with people you like!”
“I like all the older sisters in the village.”
“It’s not like that! You idiot Yuzu!”

…Especially, Ray asked me about ‘making a child’.

“If Yuzu’s thing goes into this and produces white juice, a child will be born.”
“Okay, Ray. Give birth to my child.”
“Ah, no! Having a baby is something you have to do after you get married! If you do it with someone else, you’ll break off relations with Yuzu!”

“Then when are you getting married?”
“You can get married when you grow up.”
“Then Ray, will you marry me when you grow up?”
“…If Yu, Yu, Yuzu really wants to do it, there’s nothing Momo can’t do…”

Now that I’m 7 years old, the next 10 years.
It’s long. I wish I could become an adult soon.

…That’s how I promised Ray, so I didn’t ‘make a child’ with someone else.
However, I did a lot of ‘practice’ in making children.
Many older sisters and aunties in the village all worked hard to help. I was able to learn a lot.

However, I couldn’t really put it in because of my promise with Ray, so I practiced with my hands or mouth, occasionally practiced with the other hole, or used a toy that looked exactly like mine to simulate a similar experience. It was a little uncomfortable, but I still felt good and had fun when I practiced.

However, Ray, my favorite, did not help me practice. He insisted on doing that after he got married.
I couldn’t force myself either because I was taught that forcing a girl you don’t like is bad. I decided to put up with it by practicing with the other noonas.

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“What will Yuzu be when she grows up?”
“Huh? Maybe I’ll become a farmer?”
“Stupid! Farmers are hard and poor! Do you have any intention of making me rich?”
“Um…What can I do to make Ray happy?”
“Become a Hunter! Become a Hunter, earn a lot of money, become rich, build a castle, hire a lot of servants, and just throw bread at beggars!”
“Hmm…I’m not sure, but I get it!”

Yes. It was. That’s how we made a promise to become hunters when we grow up.
I don’t know what anyone said, but Ray thought that being a hunter was a great job. And it naturally became contagious to me as well.

And when Jin heard the story, he came and begged to join him, and Kun cried, fearing that we would leave the village without him.

So we promised to become hunters together.

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But…
I was betrayed.
I was abandoned.
Promises from childhood were meaningless.
I was the only one who valued it.

So, I made a promise that I didn’t have.
I had ‘made a child’ with someone who wasn’t Ray.

Ray, we can’t get married now.
Ray, now we’re breaking up.

So. Lay.
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Hi…
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“Um…Mmmm?”

Good morning. I woke up with a feeling of discomfort between my legs.
When I looked down with blank eyes, the blanket covering me was unusually puffy.

…Did my son get this big overnight?
Of course, that was a joke, and it was clear that there was a person inside the blanket.

And this feeling that my son feels… The feeling of ‘practice’ licking with his tongue.
It also feels like a great skill. This person must have practiced tremendously on a regular basis.

“Ugh…Maria?”

The first name that came to mind was Maria.
Yesterday I was a bit badly bullied. So, did Maria, who had a grudge, come to avenge that? Maria has a motive for the crime.

However, she doesn’t think that Maria has such a skill… Isn’t this a technique that even the aunties in her hometown can turn over?

While I was calmly thinking about that, a feeling of ejaculation suddenly rose.
Kuk… This, I don’t think I can last long.

“Wait, stop! It’s coming out! Time!”

I cried out in panic and hurriedly pulled the covers off.

And, the first thing that caught my eye was her gorgeous pink hair. A young face and a young body that are incomparable to Maria’s.
And it was my son, who was swollen in full swing, who opened his small lips to the limit.

“Succubus!? How can you… How dare you…!”

As soon as I figured out the situation, my son hit his limit.
The succubus swallowed my son to the root in one breath, as if he had no sense of something being caught in his throat. The swollen part of my son’s thin neck was clearly visible even from the outside.

“Kuh… Come out…!”

I was ejaculated in a clumsy manner like a circus. As if a succubus was helping me ejaculate, I squeezed my esophagus tightly. The glans caught in the succubus’ esophagus was squeezed by the hot, elastic flesh, and poured out the white, turbid liquid that had been made overnight.

There’s no way anyone but me could stand this. None of the ajummas in the hometown village who had been trained in hard fighting did not change their facial expressions and use their necks like this.

The succubus released my son from its mouth only after I completely sank after enjoying the mind-bending pleasure.

And the succubus, as if nothing had happened, nobly wiped his lips and returned to the ministry on his own.

“Haa…Why did this happen…”

I lay on the bed and covered my head.

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When a person has been seriously hurt mentally, experiencing or recalling something similar to him can cause psychological anxiety. This is called trauma.
I also had such a trauma that I will never forget for the rest of my life.

As I have said before, there were few men in our home village.
Huh? Never said that? Would you have said Did you have a dream?
Anyway, there were few men in our village. So there were good points, but of course there were also bad points.

In our village there was an older sister named Sis.
Sis was a pretty and affectionate older sister who was 10 years older than me. He was tall, with big breasts and plump hips, so he was an older sister that was worth hugging.

My older sister, Sis, likes to practice making babies, so she often invites me over. Because she felt good about her sister’s body, she did not refuse her sister’s invitation unless she made a prior arrangement.

But at some point, she started asking me to ‘make a real child’.
Because of my promise to Ray, I was refusing anyone to make a real child. It was the same with Sister Sis and her counterpart.
Sister Sis likes her, but she betrays Ray and she can’t really make a child with Sis. She said no, so she refused.

After I kept refusing her sister’s request, one day Sis stopped inviting me to her practice.

Sis, who had been begging her to practice every day, completely cut her practice overnight. She was worried that something had happened to her sister, so it was only natural for me to visit Sis’ sister’s house.

And there, I faced a scene that would be traumatic for the rest of my life.

“Ah! Awesome! Rox! Awesome!”

She is the sister of Sis who always hugged me kindly…
She is the sister of Sis who smelled of the warm sun when she held her…

Hee hee!”

…Yes.
Tell me the conclusion
Sis’ sister was doing ‘making a child’ with the horse she wasn’t a person. And from then on, I became extremely disgusted with ‘beasts’ and ‘making children’.

Some of you might be wondering what do you care about?
However, the wounds in the heart engraved in the days of innocence are deep. For me, this issue was more important than three meals a day.

…So, the question is, ‘From where to how far should I look at it as a beast?’

There is a tribe called Suin.
They have beast ears, fangs, and lush fur.
When it rains, it smells like an animal, and when it’s happy, it wags its tail.

But beastmen are not beasts. They are clearly ‘a person whose body part resembles an animal’.
There are people who discriminate against prisoners, but at least I learned that discrimination is bad, so I don’t discriminate against prisoners. Rather, I like them because they have their own charm that humans don’t have.

The criterion for distinguishing beasts from beasts is that they can communicate.
There are animals that can understand human speech, but there is no animal that can communicate with humans on an equal footing.
Therefore, beastmen are not beasts, but human beings.

That is how I came to the conclusion after a long study, ‘If you can communicate, you are a human, if you can not communicate, you are a beast’.

…And the succubus, the one I couldn’t communicate with, was close to a beast in me.

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“Why did this happen…”

I clutched my head and murmured.

“Did I finally practice making babies with beasts? No, before that, are succubuses really beasts? Are familiars beasts? Aren’t succubuses pretending not to communicate with each other? If beasts are classified according to whether or not they can communicate, then those who cannot speak or hear with disabilities are beasts. Therefore, it is possible that the Great Proposition itself is wrong. Yes, I am not wrong. I am not out of the way of man. A succubus is not a beast. A succubus is also a human being!”

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Ha ha… What am I doing in the morning.

“Succubus. Come out for a second.”

As I muttered that, a succubus appeared in its place.
As expected, this guy can come and go at will without having to be summoned separately in the ministry. What is this girl…

“Succubus. Just that…Why did you do that?”

Perhaps reading my mood, the succubus tilted its head while the wings attached to its headband fluttered anxiously.
Those wings weren’t just ornaments. No, that’s not important right now.

“But, as expected, the language doesn’t work. Then, of course, it’s a beast… No, that’s not it. A familiar is just a familiar. Let’s think of it as a completely separate category. What are the characteristics of a familiar? The master-servant relationship with the familiar is absolute. The owner As I say, I will die if I die, and I will live if I live. That means that I can decide whether I am a human or a beast depending on what I do…? Then…”

At that moment, the answer flashed in my head like lightning.

“Succubus! You are a human from today!”

I jumped up from the spot and declared to the succubus.

“You’re a human! Starting today you’re not a succubus! Your name is, uh, yes, Kyubi! ​​Your name is, starting today, Kyubi! ​​A human named Kyubi!”

The succubus, no, the cubie, still tilts her head as if she doesn’t know why.
I don’t care if you think I’m crazy. But I have to insist on this for the sake of my mental health!

“Cubie. From now on, I’ll teach you human language! So I’ll make you a human! Everything is for the sake of my innocence! The grand operation to regenerate Kyuby begins!”

I declared it loudly, but no one was there to respond.
The succubus, the only human…Like being, was just tilting his head as always.
No, because I’m talking to you right now. Because it tells a very important story.

“…Cuby. Let’s try to call him by name first.”
“…?”
“Cubbie, call me by my name. My name is Yuzu.”
“?”
“Cuby. Yuz. Say Yuz, Cuby.”
“?”
“Cuby. Yuz. Cuby. Yuz.”
“…Cuby?”
“Five?”
“Cuby?”
“Oh oh?”
“Cubbie!”
“Ohhh clothes!”
“Cubbie! Cubi cubby!”
“Ohhhhh! Okay! You did it! Well done Kyubi! ​​Finally you can speak human language, Kyubi! ​​From now on, no matter what anyone says, you’re a human! The great operation to rehabilitate Kyubi is over!”
“Cubbie!”

I don’t know what cubie is, but I think I like it anyway. You’re welcome, Kyubi.
It was a long and hard fight. What I did with this is the solution.

Whoops. There’s no way you can teach all human language from start to finish, right? If you can speak human language, you are human. Even if it’s only your name. Haha.

“Ah. In that sense, go to the bathroom for a while.”

When the tension was released, the urge to urinate came.
However, Kyuby caught my leg as I was struggling to find the bathroom.

“Yes?”

When I look at it curiously, Kyuby pulls my pants down as if he knows everything.
And in front of my son who appeared in the air, I sat down and waited with my mouth open.

Is this, could it be, that?

“No, anyway, that’s a bit…”

Even among the aunties in her hometown, there was a case that requested this kind of special play. But there were only a few people who could digest it, and of course I couldn’t digest it properly.

That, to such a little girl.

“Yes, yes. Thank you for your heart, but Kyubi, you don’t have to go this far… Huh!?”

When I gently refused and tried to put on my pants, Cuby snapped my son into her mouth without a word.

“Ah, ah…Wait a minute, Kyubi…No…No, come out…!”

Cuby tickled my seed house and rubbed it around the roots with a subtle hand motion, and she simply induced the release of urine from me. I had no choice but to let out a pitiful scream and expel the fluid in my bladder.

AA AA AA…
It wasn’t just an act of urination. It felt like all the bad things in my body were being sucked into Kyubi’s mouth.

Besides, what is this feeling? A feeling of liberation? Comfort that warmly wraps up to the core of the body?
Even though I, completely exhausted, gave it without reservation, Kyuby didn’t panic and swallowed it well in one gulp.

That’s great, Kyubi…
What are the feelings that bloom in my heart? The feeling of accepting everything of me… The feeling of loving even the dirty parts of me… Cubi… What the hell are you…

Just as I was in an unidentified emotion, the door opened with the timing as if it were salty.

“Yuzu. Are you awake? I’ve prepared a meal, so let’s have breakfast…”
“Ah.”

Frieze.
Maria completely frozen. And the same hardened me.

The only sound in the room was the sound of Kyuby swallowing something.

Hmm.
From an objective point of view, it might look like I’m a “Trance-ridden scumbag while peeing on a little girl biting her son.” So, if Maria thinks so of me, she must quickly clear up this embarrassing misunderstanding.

“Maria. Calm down and listen. This is a misunderstanding. Cuby… Cuby is human!”

…Yes? Isn’t this
Kyuby should have said that he was a familiar, but because of self-hypnosis, he said that he was a human without even realizing it.

“…This, this trash!”

Maria, revealing the veins on her forehead, throws her broom stick with all her might.
And the broom hit me right in the forehead.