Profession, Merchant Volume 10 Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Chapter 7 – At the Merchant’s Mansion, IV

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Thus, the female warrior’s buttocks were revealed.


They are smooth and soft like a baby’s, but at the same time round and fleshy like a proper adult’s. They jiggled suggestively as her tight-fitting panties squeeze them in places.


Going down, her toned thighs are also beautiful, especially the back of her thighs. At the same time, her calves are thin and delicate, accentuating her Achilles tendon.


After the blue of her panties had glided past these magnificent legs, dipping first to her right leg, then to her left, and then hopping back to her left, only then was she freed from the object covering her precious parts.


She had blonde hair that was so shiny you’d think it had been treated, but it was all-natural, with no hint of dye. This was obvious because her pubic hair, which covered her thin mound, was also golden in color, although, at first glance, it looked as if she had no hair at all.


The female warrior crouched down and placed her private part against the penis.


With her glistening knees outstretched, she sank the rod with a single movement between her inner thighs, the same deepest point where her delicate outer genitals intricately protected the inside and where the smooth love juices would then become a lubricant for the penetrating male organ.


There, the genitals of a peachy hue, which could be mistaken for those of a little girl, clasped the penis with their lips, squeezing it rather uncomfortably despite its innocent appearance.


“Haaa, haaa, haaa, now that we’ve… haaa, haaa… come this far… mmmhh, he’ll definitely wake up from the excitement.”


Surprisingly, up to this point, the female warrior is still viewing this as part of her life-saving efforts, to the extent where, if anyone were to witness it, they would find her stupidity endearing.


Her desire to somehow revive the fallen merchant could be described as her finest act of compassion yet.


But even if that is what she thinks in her head, the reality is often different – as often in these cases, the body does not consider the same.


At the moment, the phallic cock penetrating the female warrior’s crotch is making its presence felt inside her, rubbing the sensitive folds as it throbs provocatively. And each time it does this, love juices would ooze and splash from her tightly clenched vulva.


She may be a strong warrior, but at the end of the day, she is still a woman.


Gradually, her legs began to open and close coquettishly. And with it, her firm buttocks are starting to squirm and her slightly parted lips are beginning to drool.


She is now in the epitome of sluttiness.


Her two small but erect nipples puckered at the tips of her large breasts, which she no longer bothered to hide. And her blonde hair, which had flowed elegantly during her training, looked like that of a beast as it was tossed around in such a lascivious manner.


“Mmm, mmm… haa!? Déjà vu?”


Then, the merchant finally woke up and screamed.


But the warrior didn’t notice because she was in such a state.


Only her sweet cries echoing in the doorway can be heard as she continues.


In contrast to the vigorous movements of the female warrior, who shook her hips seductively, the merchant’s complexion was so pale and worn that he looked as if he might faint again at any moment.


“S-stop it…don’t shake your hips anymore…(I’ll) die.”


The merchant mumbles in a voice that sounds as if he’s literally about to die. As if another ejaculation in this state would also be his last, as it would also release the rest of his life force.


But the female warrior does not stop.


She continues to shake her hips as if her young, moist, healthy body is ideally suited to receiving the pleasure of sex.


Thus, it’s no wonder that the current merchant’s voice, as faint as a mosquito’s, can’t be heard over her.


Incidentally, the holy knight did not seem to understand his situation either, as she only watched the sex with her fingers crossed.


The merchant is in danger!


His life is like a light flickering before the wind.


But at that moment,


“Come, let’s do this!”


With a roar, the front door was opened with such force that it almost broke, enough to make the female warrior freeze in what she’s doing.


Standing in front of the newly opened entrance was a beautiful woman with two majestically curved horns growing from her head.


It was none other than the Demon Lord.


“Thank goodness… I’m saved…”


The merchant muttered, thinking he would now live another day at the coming of this ‘savior.’


But before he could say anything, an intimidating aura flickered behind the demon lord as if black flames were rising from her body, and her eyes glared at him piercingly.


“What? What’s the matter with you all of a sudden?”


“You can’t just come into someone’s house and destroy their front door without permission, you know!”


Having been interrupted in their ‘first aid,’ the female warrior and the holy knight complain in unison.


But the demon lord does not respond to them and just asks in a straightforward manner.


“That… Just what are you doing…?”


It was a calm question, but this time, the demon lord’s voice, usually mixed of that of a bewitching lady’s, now took on a deep, subdued tone.


Despite the pressure, the female warrior replied.


“What are we doing? It’s none of your business.”


“I’m not asking you; I’m asking the merchant! What are you doing, fiddling around, keeping her waiting all this time…!”


“Huh…?”


When the merchant was mentioned, it was only then that his eyes, still lifeless with fatigue, turned to look at the demon lord.


It dawned on him that the demon lord was angry about something, but he couldn’t figure out what it was, and that only served to confuse him.


But since the demon lord was unaware of the merchant’s situation. His reaction made her even angrier, and she shouted at him.


“You blundering bastard! Hear me, my subjects! I, as the ruler of Newland, declare this man to be exiled. And this begins today!”


And just like that, several armed demons (police) stormed the merchant’s mansion and took the dying merchant away from the two beauties, handcuffing his hands as they dragged him out of his house.


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