Chapter 203 – Wolf, Alexander, and Morbius (9)

It was night.

The smell of alcohol wafted from the hallway where the wealth of the kingdom was concentrated. The guards gathered in the guard room and enjoyed playing cards without even thinking about guarding the walls, and the captain of the guard who was supposed to crack down on them was also sleeping in the corner.

Laughter spread through the bright lights. They threw their cards so hard that Petunia Titty, walking in the shadows across the wall, seemed able to draw their deck of cards with her eyes closed. The guard said this without noticing the existence of the elf wandering outside.

“Hey, I really hope the time goes by quickly.”

“Didn’t you say you were going on vacation soon? Didn’t you pay the last time you went on vacation?”

“Ah, I heard that there is a festival in Ithaca. I’ll try to write it at the right time.”

“Ithaca? The place where the Hero family was executed the other day?”

Laughter was heard again. This laugh didn’t sound very pleasant. They laughed at their colleague’s brazenness, full of worry and absurdity.

“This is a crazy bastard. What time of the day is the current situation, do you take a vacation to go to a festival there? If you, the hero, find out, look for it.”

“Hey, how does the warrior know where I spend my vacation? Would you pretend not to know even if I spoke to you? Even at night, he’s busy fucking women and drinking all the time. He wouldn’t know if I waved the ticket to Ithaca right in front of his eyes.”

Petunia Titi frowned at the soldier’s words. But unlike her refutation, her soldiers just laughed at her and didn’t go too far or deny it. She felt her annoyance welling up in her chest turn to her sadness and her face contorted.

“Ha, I dried. But what are you doing there, why are you suddenly going to Ithaca?”

“I heard that the newly appointed priest there is very pretty.”

“You’re going to see the priest’s face? To Ithaca?”

“Certainly not. I went and did this and that with the priest. Uh? It could be a good relationship. Uh?”

“Sick.”

Petunia Titti decided not to pay her attention to the vile conversation that followed. It was because they were confident that they could win the mysterious crown, or they were having low-quality conversations about the appearance rankings of the women in the palace.

Petunia Titi suppressed her urge to beat her guards one by one and ran into the hallway. As sparse as her outside guard was, the inside was quiet and deserted. The servants who had to patrol every night were all sleeping in a corner storage room or room.

The maids who were supposed to check the abnormality were also busy chatting with themselves or cooking food in the kitchen. They enjoyed the work of pretending to be nobles by reserving the leftover rice from the luxurious dinner in the morning in an appetizing way.

“Look at this. Do I look like an aristocrat?”

“Ooh! You suit him better, boy. You should have been a noble rather than that fat girl.”

“If I had known it would be like this, I would have spread my legs to that bully.”

They didn’t seem to care that the hero was sleeping in this palace. A vulgar laugh without dignity or culture spread, and the accompaniment was accompanied by the gossip of the nobles.

Petunia Titi sneaked past the lighted kitchen and went upstairs.

I didn’t know where Wolf’s room was.

However, according to rumors, Hero Wolf stayed up all night drinking nonstop with a woman in his arms. And during the day, he lays down like a corpse and, as a habit, drinks alcohol or shows his violent tendencies without hesitation, he said.

He sleeps when he wants to sleep, eats when he wants to eat, and is only absorbed in mating at night. People in the back alleys call him a lion. It sounded like a cool nickname, but it was just a blasphemy for being the “King of the Beasts.”

“Ah… ! Ah… ! Aww… ! Good… !”

The palace, which was full of vermilion and treasures during the day, was full of lust and sloppyness at night. Petunia Titty could hear a moan that grew louder with each step she climbed. She rang louder down her hallway with each step she took, like a woman pounced on herself with her groans.

In a dark room with no lights, one of the servants was shaking his cock vigorously with his pants off. He did not dare to approach the warrior’s quarters, so he lay down on a straw bed and devoted himself to masturbating with only sound.

“After… ! Good? Are you okay bitch?”

The way she moved her hips as if mating with the air was really filthy. Petunia Titi once again suppressed her murderous urges. She did a secret act in her secret place, but when I saw it, she tried to say that she was bad, and she comforted herself.

A beam of light leaked from the warrior’s room. Moaning flowed uncontrollably, like a dam built to stop the rapids collapsing. The light gave off the feeling of drawing a line between Wolf and the ignorant people downstairs.

White straight line. However, Petunia Titi knew that the hero beyond the straight line had become a human being no different from the servant masturbating in the room. A life that is not satisfied even if you take revenge, and is not satisfied even if you make the whole family rich.

A broken human being who doesn’t realize her love, constantly looking for a woman, obsessed with color, and drinking to erase her memory.

Petunia Titti wanted to step her foot over her line.

“Ahhhhh! Aang! Warrior! Please hit me harder! Aaaaah!”

But her obscene voice from inside her room kept making her back. And when her face was red and she was unable to do this or that, only her feet were stomping, the door suddenly opened without her showing any sign.

“Oh.”

Petunia Titi saw her naked woman stick out and her body stiffened. She is a woman with thick lips and a narrow waist. She was, and she was, a woman with a voluptuous silence followed and toned thighs. Petunia Titi didn’t know who she was, but she was a fairly famous knight in the capital.

Her specialty is horseback riding, and she is also a skilled bitch who freely uses the technique of squeezing cocks with her thighs, which she trained in bed with the warrior. Instead of dedicating her body to the hero at regular intervals, she was guaranteed a fairly high salary and exclusion from battle.

“Hero-nim sees elves in bed too.”

She said, looking up and down Petunia Titi’s attire. Petunia Titti just rolled her eyes, blushing, not knowing how to respond to her words. And just as she couldn’t say anything, she twitched her blonde hair and called her Wolf.

“Warrior. Did you call the girl? The elf is here.”

“Elf?”

Petunia Titty realized that the warm atmosphere in the room had subsided somewhat with Wolf’s voice. The prostitute, who had been sprawled on the floor warming up, secretly distanced herself from the hero, and the knight naturally turned around.

As she moved away, Petunia Titi was able to face her warrior naked. Her toned muscles were missing a bit, and her belly and face were covered with fat. Her face was unshaven and her hair was like seaweed that had just emerged from the water.

Between his legs, his dead cock swayed slowly like a metronome, brushing away the residue from her.

The dark shadows under his eyes and bloodshot eyes were not the cool, taciturn Wolf he used to be.

Petunia Titti felt that the image she had of Wolf in her heart was shattered. It was because the traces of indolence and lust that Wolf had been tightly hiding with his armor and clothes were clearly visible.

The person facing Petunia Titi now was not the hero Wolf of those days. He was a common idiot in a bar, and he was a parakho who wallowed around among prostitutes.

Wolf looked at Petunia with unarmed eyes.

His gaze went over Petunia’s body in silence, and he could see her anemone-like prick slowly gaining strength.

Disgusting

When Petunia Titty saw Wolf, she felt disgust for the first time. Because she seemed to be denied her memories and the love she had for her Wolf. What was the slightly protruding boat like in the past? It had strong muscles, so when the waterfall poured down, the muscles took the place of the water path.

Every time I saw her cracked forearm, Petunia Titti thought of wanting to be held in her arms.

But she couldn’t find any old memories from Wolf now. Her whiskers clung to her lips smeared with liquor and spittle, and her eyes were vacant as they scanned Petunia Titi’s thighs and breasts.

“Ugh… !”

Petunia Titi contorted her face.

But she hasn’t backed down yet.

Because Wolf will be able to come back.

Because Wolf was a good man.

Because there’s no way love can cool down just this much.