A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 267: Rearguards of the Hero Party (3) **

Chapter 267: Rearguards of the Hero Party (3) **

Silpierre's body is slender.

He claims so himself, but according to Mr. D, a member of the same party, it is 'small'.

There was a story behind Mr. D saying that the moment he said those words, he suffered a bit of an 'unfortunate accident.' It wasn't that important.

Mr. D, who came to his senses later, did not correct what he said about it being small, but added that he did not say the style was bad.

Even if the breasts are small, if the body and proportions are good, it is not just small breasts, but a style.

Silpierre was like that example.

Not only Silphiere, but also the elf race itself had good proportions.

And that also meant that it was a body that stimulated male sexual desire.

For example, the goblin who is right next to Silphiere but is not particularly recognized, like a stone on the floor.

Contrary to the popular perception of goblins, goblins did not attack any woman.

To give one example, minors.

I don't know why, but the minor was not attacked by the goblin. As if there were restrictions on the world...

In the goblin's eyes, Silphiere and Berti were clearly saints.

Because it's important, I'll say it again, I'm an adult.

After swinging the branch a few more times and confirming that there was no reaction, the goblin finally threw the branch and grabbed Silphiere's buttocks.

The softness and warm body temperature of a woman's body spreads throughout the palm of your hand.

Although he couldn't directly enjoy the soft feel because of the leather clothes he always wore, it was enough to stimulate the goblin's instincts.

The goblin's six-pointed peak rose up as he pulled back his haphazardly made trousers.

Although it was a small goblin, its cock was large enough to be compared to that of a normal adult male, and its bumpy protrusion was like a club.

It was the perfect form to achieve the purpose of goblin existence in this game world.

The goblin followed her instinct and grabbed Silpierre's ankle. The short goblin would basically start humiliating him by knocking him over.

"Eek?"

– Shake.

Sil-Pierre, who had been walking without noticing that her ankle was grabbed, fell forward.

"Huh? After all, isn't it better that you got hurt yesterday?"

"No, I'm all better... "

Berti's question was valid.

There's no way a person as skilled as Silphiere, especially an elf, would fall down in the forest.

There was no way she would do that unless she was sick somewhere.

The existence of goblins was still not included in the two people's thoughts.

"Just in case, let's take a break."

"Even if it's okay... Still, it's not bad to take a break. I'm starting to get hungry."

"Yes? There are also lunch boxes packed by village residents. Take your time and rest."

The two sat down on a stump of appropriate size nearby.

Berti took out a packaged sandwich from his bag and handed it to Silpierre.

"Ah. Thank you."

However, the sandwich never entered Silpierre's mouth.

This is because the goblin, who was hungry, snatched the sandwich from Silpierre's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Berti naturally took out a second sandwich and handed it to him. It was as natural as if Silphiere had eaten one and asked for the second.

Fortunately, the second sandwich was able to find its original owner.

The goblin, who had appeased his immediate hunger by stuffing a sandwich into his stomach, wanted to satisfy his low-level sexual desires rather than taking the second sandwich.

– Boom!

The clothes Silpierre was wearing were torn by the goblin's hands.

Although it is said to be leather clothing, only a few parts of it were covered with leather as a design, and this was possible because it was ordinary everyday clothing.

If it had been equipment prepared for battle that Silpierre usually wore, there would not have been a single wound even if he clawed and pulled the white blade with the strength of a goblin.

However, Silphiere, who ran away simply because she was tired of the villagers' attention, was wearing ordinary everyday clothes, and the clothes had now become pieces of cloth in the goblin's hands, unable to cover Silphiere's white skin at all.

In the midst of the lush green forest, only the upper body of the elves, known as the forest race, reflected white light.

A symbol of femininity that is small but clearly has a soft presence, and pink nipples that grow like fresh fruit at the end.

The nipples, which boasted such fascinating colors that the size of her breasts were almost forgotten, were hardened a little, perhaps because of the cold outside air she suddenly encountered.

"Ugh, something is creepy."

"Look at that. You must be tired, right? "I'll just leave this for today and head back."

"Hey, it's okay. And look. If you're tired, you should rather be in the forest. Have you forgotten who I am?"

Elves, a forest race, become slightly stronger when in the forest.

Even though it wasn't noticeably stronger, there were some effects, such as recovering from fatigue quickly or feeling a little lighter.

So Silpierre was not wrong when he said that you should stay in the forest when you are tired.

Although that's why she ended up facing this goblin.

The goblin tightly clutched Silpierre's chest.

"Ugh."

Silpierre's body naturally reacted to the violent hand gestures that showed no consideration for women.

But apart from her body's reaction, Silpierre did not react at all.

Although he massaged it instinctively, the goblin's cock became even stronger as he felt the feel of a woman's body for the first time in his life.

Talk.

The tip of her cock, which was dripping with medicinal fluid, touched Silpierre's abdomen.

The elf's skin, which had been well cared for by the goblins who had been regenerated in the forest and lived among the dirty goblins, had an ecstatic texture that I could not find words to express.

Kick, cheer, kick.

The goblin let out a sound that was hard to hear and rubbed her cock against Silpierre's abdomen.

Every time the dark green, ugly dick rubbed over the tight abdomen, an unpleasant sticky liquid left a trace.

A stench that made me hold my nose crept up.

"Yes? Berti. Doesn't this taste a little strange?"

"Taste? I think it's okay... ?"

"Is it? Is it a little taste, no, smell? It feels a little strange."

"In that case, it's okay if you don't eat it. "Let's go to a restaurant in town."

"No, it's not to the point where I can't eat it at all. It's hard to express this, but it's that feeling where you feel like something smells bad, but if you try to smell it closely, it becomes okay?"

"Aha. "I have no idea."

"Well, anyway. It means you can eat it."

Silpierre took another bite of the sandwich.

It felt like I could vaguely sense a coppery smell, but when I tried to think about where the smell was coming from or what exactly it was, I couldn't smell anything at all.

It was clearly a strange situation.

However, when I tried to think deeply about even strange thoughts, they did not come to mind.

The only thought that remained until the end was, 'It's probably not a big deal.'

– View!

Even then, yellow and sticky semen came out of the goblin's cock, which was shaking its waist in a mad lust.

Like a monster that lives solely on sexual desire, a large amount of semen was splashed so hard that it touched Silpierre's chest.

Some of them even splashed onto the sandwich that Silpierre was holding, dousing the sweet yet sour sauce into a horrible, terrible taste.

The lunch box that I worked so hard to make to help the hero who saved the village suddenly turned into dirty and smelly trash.

However, without even being conscious of that, Silpierre put the sandwich with the yellow semen on it into her mouth.

"Oof... "

"Does it taste weird again? It's okay to not overdo it."

"... Umm, no, no. "After eating it, it felt good."

Silphiere said that without even wiping the semen residue from her lips.

Berti, who saw that, calmly pointed out.

"Sister, I put it on the corner of my mouth."

"Huh? Ah."

Grandpa.

The bright red tongue licked up the dirty goblin semen, as if licking the cream from the corner of the mouth while eating a cake.

"Um, um."

Silpierre closed her eyes, nodded, took her time savoring the taste, and spoke.

"Huh. It's not bad after all. "I guess it was just my imagination."

"Is it so? If so, I'm glad."

Berti also agreed to Silpierre's words without much resistance. Because her sandwich didn't taste anything strange or smell anything strange to her.

The two talked for a while in a clearing in the forest.

Silpierre's cute breasts were being toyed with in the hands of an ugly goblin, but no one was pointing it out.

While they were talking for a while, Sil Pierre began to make fun of her little by little.

"Whoa... "

"Sister? What else is going on? As expected, the sandwich from just now... "

"Ah. No. It's not that my stomach hurts. It's a little hot."

Silpierre grabbed the remains of her clothes, which were barely hanging around her neck and shoulders, and fluttered them as if blowing air into them.

Of course, that didn't make it any cooler as the upper body was already fully exposed.

There was another reason why she felt hot in the first place.

Goblin semen in mouth along with sandwich.

It had a weak effect and was warming Silpierre's body.

My once white skin began to turn red little by little.

The goblin, who instinctively felt that the female was ready for mating, pushed Silpierre away and pulled down her short pants, exposing her moist pussy.