Chapter 193: It is impossible for people to have ideas about idiots (4.1k)
After a few breaths, Luo En slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.
"Meat compensation? No problem. How rare would you like it? I'll roast it for you right away!"
Having said that, he walked out of the tent with a righteous look.
However, as soon as the curtain was lifted, a hand as white as jade pressed on Loen's shoulder, making him unable to move.
"Don't bother. I like it ready-made."
Along with the warm breath, lazy and ambiguous whispers entered his ears, bringing a tingling sensation.
At the same time, a swallowing sound was heard from behind.
"Gurgle~"
The beautiful head moved closer and closer to the back of a disciple's neck. The breathing became heavier and heavier, and the curled pink tongue scraped across the somewhat dry cherry lips, leaving a moist luster in the darkness.
She is really hungry...
But faced with such an erotic and ambiguous scene, there was not the slightest bit of romance in Loen's heart.
On the contrary, he subconsciously tensed all his muscles, his heart beat like a drum, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
——It is a biological stress response.
Just like a little white mouse being stared at by a poisonous snake in the dark, it instinctively becomes alert and wants to escape.
However, the arm on his shoulder seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it difficult for Loen to move. He could only watch helplessly as the shadow behind him kept getting closer... closer...
“Crash!”
Just as the two figures in the tent were about to fit perfectly together, the tightly closed curtain was suddenly lifted, and a figure stumbled in between the two people, pushing Hecate behind them away and falling directly on Loen.
"Good...good wine, drink it! I want to drink more!"
Astraea?
Looking at the goddess of justice who was rummaging around in his arms, mumbling something from time to time.
Loen was stunned at first, then an idea suddenly occurred to him. He quickly helped the blond drunkard up with a reproachful expression.
"I told you not to drink so much. Look at you, you're still running around drunk. Come on, I'll take you back to rest."
As he spoke, Lorne lifted the curtain and took a step forward with pretended calmness.
Move forward, unimpeded.
After walking out of the tent door, Loen immediately carried the drunk Astraea and rushed towards the tent of the goddess of justice.
The two figures of a man and a woman gradually disappeared in the thick night, and the cold wind poured into the room through the fluttering curtains.
“Bang!”
The thinly clothed purple-haired goddess raised her hands and slapped her hot cheeks, rubbing them hard to awaken the rationality in her heart.
Damn it, it was all the fault of those four idiots on the sea. They caused her to use up a lot of [Origin].
Otherwise, I wouldn't have behaved so out of control.
Hecate raised her head, looked through a crack on the top of the tent that had been cut at some unknown time, at the night sky with extremely bright stars, her purple eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked a little depressed and unhappy.
Moreover, it was in front of [her].
Then, the purple-haired goddess sighed, trying to cool down a certain desire in her body, and murmured softly.
Never mind, what's happening now isn't important.
Wait a little longer, wait a little longer...
I have only [watered] it five times, and the [fruit] is still not really [ripe]...
But……
However, before she could say a few words to comfort herself, Hecate could not help licking her dry lips, with a hint of unwillingness and resentment in her eyes.
He smells so good...
~~
Meanwhile, in front of the embers of the fire.
That was a close call!
Loen glanced at the tent behind him shrouded in the night, and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he didn't know what was wrong with that woman, his instinct told him:
Hecate was in danger at that time, so the farther away from that woman the better!
Fortunately, Astraea showed up in time, otherwise, that woman might have eaten him alive.
However, there is still a problem.
How did Astraea get in? Didn't she just go to bed?
And, if I remember correctly, there was Hecate's power interfering around the tent?
Could it be that...
Luo En murmured in his heart and subconsciously turned his eyes to the side.
"Good wine, drink! Keep drinking!"
At this moment, a drunken figure stood up like a corpse and let out a hearty shout.
Then, without waiting for a reaction, Loen felt a darkness in front of his eyes and his breathing became a little sluggish.
Because the two [Fruits of Justice] have completely blinded his eyes.
"Another pot!"
A certain goddess of justice had a dazed look in her eyes. She hugged the "large wine jug" next to her into her arms like an octopus and caressed it lovingly.
At the same time, the drunken, flushed face rubbed up and down against the smooth, slender body of the bottle, and the hazy, drunken eyes were filled with a hearty obsession.
"Yes! Yes!"
Seeing that he couldn't hold out any longer, Loen quickly untied the wine bag from his waist and stuffed it into the bag to the drunkard who was molesting him.
After getting what she wanted, Astraea, who was already drunk, came back to life again, and couldn't wait to grab the wine bag and drink it madly.
As the alcohol took over her, the steps of the goddess of justice became more unsteady and she could hardly walk.
In desperation, Loen had to pick up the stubborn goddess of justice and try to pull her towards his tent.
But it seemed that he was addicted to wine. Even though he was being dragged, he still pulled out the cork while walking and took a few sips from the full pot of wine from time to time.
While dodging the wine splashing from the wine bag, Loen had to control Astraea who was running around randomly. It took a lot of effort before he finally dragged the drunk and dead goddess of justice to the front of the tent.
"Okay, we're already at the doorstep, and you've already finished the wine, why don't you put down this empty wineskin?"
As he drew aside the curtain, Loen's eyes fell on the empty wine bag that Astraea was holding in her arms like a treasure. He could not help but scold her with a dark face. He snatched the empty wine bag from the drunkard's arms, raised his hand and threw it accurately into the grass by the roadside. He felt much better.
Although he is the god of wine, he has never been fond of excessive drinking.
"Wine! My wine!"
However, the drunkard noticed that the treasure in his arms was missing, so he immediately held down the culprit and searched around for him.
Finally, after looking around, the blurry drunken eyes fixed their gaze on a slender object that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The blue pupils sparkled and he immediately pounced on it excitedly.
"Big one, here's a big one!"
Amidst the joyful and vague mumbling, a certain goddess of justice, completely lost in alcohol, hugged tightly the "wine" that she had lost and found again, which looked quite substantial, and could not help but lean her head over to rub its ears with pleasure.
Suddenly, Loen, who was thrown to the ground, forcibly pulled away the head that had been rubbing against his chest. With a dark face, he shook it repeatedly for several rounds until the brain inside was shaken evenly. He could even faintly hear the sound of waves crashing. Only then did he let go and complained unhappily.
"Hey, hey, hey! Astraea, what are you looking at? Look carefully! I am a human! Not your wine jug!"
Stare~~
The goddess of justice tried to open her blue eyes wide and looked at the slender object that was protesting under her with confusion.
Keep staring~~
Gradually, a light appeared in the depths of those eyes, and enlightenment suddenly appeared on the flushed face.
"Hmm, it can... it can talk? It must taste better! I want to try it!"
Immediately, amid the excited cheers, a drunkard whose brain had been shaken up stretched out one claw and clamped the bottleneck like a pair of pliers, while he groped upwards with the other claw. At the same time, he lowered his head and sniffed around with his nostrils flaring, intending to open the seal as soon as possible and drink to his heart's content.
What was even worse was that the hands were not honest and kept groping in the dark, as if trying to find the part where they could "open the lid and drink" and pull out the "cork" of the "wine jug".
"Take your hands off my face!"
"Idiot, what are you doing touching down there?! Stop it!"
"Saliva, your saliva is all over my clothes!"
For a moment, Lorne, who was molested in the tent, was busy dealing with Astraea's restless claws.
However, no matter whether it was because of the alcohol bug or because the brain was shaken, no matter how many times Loen separated the drunkard, Astraea still pounced on him again, with an unsatisfied look, pressing on a certain wine god, intoxicatedly inhaling the rich aroma of wine from this "large wine pot"
"One sip! Just let me have one sip!"
This is definitely his character. No wonder he got up from the bed and walked all the way to my bedroom.
How could I associate this woman with the one on the island? What a brain-destroying experience!
Inside the tent, after struggling for several times, Loen chose to let this piece of sticky candy on his body go crazy. He protected the part above his head and neck with his hands, clamped his legs together, and finally, with great effort, he dragged Astraea up from the ground.
A certain Bacchus who was exhausted, with a drained expression on his face, swore secretly with no desire to live.
Beat me to death, I will never drink with this idiot again!
"Good wine...delicious..."
Astraea, who was hanging on the "wine bottle" like a koala, hugged Loen's neck tightly with both hands, burping from time to time, as if she had just had a drink and was quite satisfied.
Cheers to the void, right? I lost to you...
Seeing Astraea's behavior, Loen was speechless.
He had never met anyone he knew who had such a bad drinking habit.
"Bang!"
Finally, he stumbled to the bed, and with a sigh of relief, he pulled Astraea, who was rubbing against him again, down and threw her onto the bed.
But due to the entanglement along the way, the strong smell of alcohol had already covered Loen's body.
Feeling depressed, he had no choice but to activate the Protection of the Sea to clean himself and his clothes from inside to outside, and only then he breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.
"Yes, it's you? Luo... En?"
At this moment, Astraea seemed to be awakened to some extent by the surge of magic power. She sat up shakily from the bed, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she leaned in to mutter.
"Why...why are you in my room?"
"Of course it's because I want to take you back!"
While tidying up the mess in the tent, Loen rolled his eyes and complained to Astraea.
"Okay, go into meditation and sleep to sober up. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
"no!"
However, just as Loen was about to go out, the half-drunk and half-awake Astraea, as if stimulated, grabbed the figure in front of her, and swiftly threw the god of wine onto the bed, sniffing him hard in ecstasy.
"Mmm, it smells so good... It's my favorite smell...!"
While mumbling vaguely, the goddess of justice's nostrils flared, her eyes sparkled, her flushed cheeks had a silly smile on her face, and she slowly approached.
To be fair, apart from her carefree personality, this second-generation goddess of justice is top-notch in both figure and appearance.
And as two heavy [Fruits of Justice] swept over.
After being teased for a while, Luo En couldn't help but feel dazed, and a sense of indescribable... charm and reverie arose in his heart...
His tent was still occupied by Hecate, and after what had just happened, he definitely couldn't go back.
Actually, the bed in the magic travel tent he prepared was quite large.
At this moment, the moist lips above are delicate and juicy, like crystal clear and delicious jelly.
Three inches... two inches... one inch...
The beautiful head hovered, the goddess' usual carefree personality shed, she held Loen's cheek, her eyes were intoxicated, her chest trembled slightly, and her lips moved several times as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
When the slightly drunk face came into his eyes, Luo En's heartbeat quickened a little.
Finally, the goddess of justice's throat surged and she opened her mouth to utter the voice that had been suppressed for so long.
"Hiccup~!"
In an instant, accompanied by a humming sound like thunder, a fishy smell mixed with the sourness of fermented food and wine started from the stomach, passed through the esophagus, and through the throat, and sprayed into Loen's mouth and nose face to face.
…
In an instant, Loen's face turned from red to green, from green to blue, and finally from blue to black. Blue veins popped out on his forehead, wriggling under the skin like mad earthworms. His taut facial muscles twitched violently, and his blood pressure skyrocketed, rushing straight to his brain.
I…
After taking several deep breaths, Loen resisted the urge to kill gods, pushed away Astraea who was pressing on him, rushed out of the tent, and used the power of the ocean to wash himself from inside to outside three times again.
He is not clean...
After a period of cleansing from body to soul, Loen returned to the bedroom and looked at the bed.
At this time, after torturing him, Astraea was lying on the bed, sitting on the pillow and sleeping like a dead pig, smacking her lips from time to time and making vague mumbling in her sleep.
"Wine... mmm... good wine... another sip..."
Loen lowered his eyelids and stuffed the goddess of justice, who was lying on the bed, into the quilt with an expressionless face.
That rough and straightforward look was just like a master fisherman who had been slaughtering fish in RT-Mart for twenty years facing a fish that had just been taken off the chopping board.
No matter how the other party tormented him, his body and mind had already become as cold as the knife in his hand.
Because before drinking, Astraea's IQ was barely passing.
After drinking, her IQ has successfully been downgraded to a negative number.
And it is impossible for people to have any ideas about fools.
After doing all this, Loen turned around and walked out without hesitation, without the slightest trace of reluctance.
By the way, in order to prevent the drunkard from running out and harming others again, he also added a ban on the door.
A breeze from the sea blew by, but the lingering smell on my body seemed not to have dissipated yet.
No, wash it again!
The just abused God of Bacchus, with a psychological shadow area of 100 kilometers, decisively rushed to the beach, dived into the surging sea water, restrained his breath and sank, ready to soak in the water all night to get rid of the smell.
(End of this chapter)
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