I Don’t Want To Be a Porter in the NTR Novel - I Don’t Want To Be a Porter in the NTR Novel chapter 15
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15 – I must kill
Today’s cooking corner!
Golden Egg Fried Rice with Gozo’s Super Big Egg!
It is a huge egg that can feed all party members using one egg.
There is no doubt that the miracle of the five loaves and fishes of Jesus has returned.
How much cholesterol is in one egg?
Can Cholesterol Kill a Saint?
Among the cooking cartoons I’ve seen, I’ve seen a story about a wife who assassinates her husband by feeding only high-fat food.
Can arteriosclerosis be cured with white magic? Can you open clogged blood vessels?
Does White Magic Reduce HDL and LDL Levels in the Body?
When that happens, the Nobel laureates in Physiology or Medicine will rise from their graves and attack the village as the living dead.
Lately, my mind has collapsed in half, so I often think about it, but in reality, I’m giving back my Chinese fans.
Golden rice grains dance like waves. Now I am the cooking king, Biryong.
The wok is turned with the shoulder, not the arm.
“Wow… ”
The eyes of my colleagues are shining brightly while watching my fantastic wokjil fire show.
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My childhood friend is also expressionless, but I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Wow, that’s great… caiman… ! Such an amazing feat, something that even the court cooks couldn’t show… ”
The princess seems surprised to see my feat.
… They would have done this in a week.
Isn’t it an insult to those people’s efforts?
Well, it’s the first sight she’s ever seen.
In the first place, rice itself is not a major ingredient here, so fried rice will look even more unique.
It’s definitely beautiful to see the golden rice grains dancing while flipping the Chinese frying pan.
Being good at wokjil must be the romance of many tracers.
For this day, I asked the blacksmith to make a Chinese fan.
The commission reward distributed to me was once again cut into cooking ingredients and tools.
Honestly, don’t you want to have a Mithril fan or an Orichalcon fan?
I have no choice with money right now.
I have no money!
The porter is a beggar. Dobby is a courier.
In addition, I made seafood sauce by boiling all kinds of spices and seafood on a similar principle to oyster sauce.
If you put it in fried rice, it’s a hit.
“… Couldn’t caiman have descended from the cooking god?”
Lindsay is also salivating while looking at the finished glossy fried rice.
I wish I was the god of cooking. Then there would be no reason to suffer to please a b*tch.
“… Thank you very much, porter… ”
The b*tch scoops up my fried rice and puts it in her mouth while munching deliciously.
It’s not food made for a kid like you to eat.
The bastard who coined the proverb “give an ugly man one more rice cake” must be a psycho.
Don’t give rice cake to the ugly guy, let him starve and become good.
A good saint is a dead saint.
These days, I have never seen a normal woman with the name of a saint.
… Seriously, isn’t poisoning somehow possible?
How can you poison this b*tch without anyone knowing?
I can kill you somehow b*tch?
But the moment the assassination fails… I’m sure something very, very terrible will happen.
Even if the assassination succeeds, it is a fact that only I know that this b*tch is an NTR fanatic.
No matter what, it is king that nothing but a terrible future awaits.
“Umm… The porter’s cooking is so delicious… happiness itself… ”
It’s disrespectful for a b*tch to put on a happy face while eating my fried rice.
… It’s useless to be angry like a madman on the inside, so shall we eat fried rice?
Oh, it’s delicious. I really live for the taste of cooking.
I’m worried about my childhood friend who keeps looking at me while I’m eating.
Following the S-class beautiful girl princess in the province, beautiful girl with dark hair, expressionless special skill, academy genius, and even the chief childhood friend, did I stir up with the first golden fried rice?
hey hey
… The more I think about it, the more miserable I get, so let’s just eat.
***
“Porter. Please hug me now.”
The b*tch, like the boss of a small business, makes unreasonable demands of me again.
“why?”
Colleagues are working hard preparing for camping in front of you, so you want to salt here?
Purely for your NTR plans?
Are you insane? It’s not a human heart.
i have to kill
Who is the trash that made you like this?
“Do you want to be a footrest from tomorrow?”
“I love you, saintess… !!”
I hugged her petite body like a chicken couple.
I feel a soft yet thick feeling on my chest.
It is a sense of volume that no one who has seen her body type in the first place can ignore.
You can’t cover it with a saint’s attire.
Why are you sitting with a body like this, aiming for heroic NTR or hawk eyes?
Your life is more suited to a pure love heroine.
“Um… Porter, good… ♡ Just like this, a little more… ”
He’s talking about something while holding me in my arms, but it feels bad.
In the first place, this b*tch is not a person, but something like an alien.
Aliens pure love is not bad, but mental aliens are physiologically unreasonable.
Also, there are women. What creature are you doing?
I will decline even if you give me one truck.
“Oh oh… ”
The princess looked this way with interest while choosing the floor where we would sleep.
The reason why this b*tch asked for a hug right now was probably aiming for this.
Since the porter is mine, go out with the nice dragon over there, right?
If this b*tch isn’t an NTR fanatic, it’s just downright harem catfights.
“… ”
The hero silently made a place to sleep without caring about this side.
Seeing him do even chores like that with all his might makes me admire him.
… Is it because of my mood that the expression of my childhood friend who is silently looking at me the same way seems colder than usual?
It must be the same expressionless expression as usual, but I think that I am committing a big sin for no reason. Actually, I’m playing polka dots.
I am not guilty. All sins belong only to the saintess.
“… Is this enough?”
Feeling burdened by the gazes of others, I removed the saintess who was still clinging to my bosom like a cicada on an oak tree.
“Phi… ”
So why is this b*tch making such a regretful expression?
I’d rather not be like this, and I’d better help with the camping preparations.
It would be nice to collect dry twigs.
***
We sat around the campfire and talked.
If this is also the fun of adventure, is it fun?
For me, who is not in charge of combat, these days simply feel like a series of camping and camping.
It’s fun to watch the fight right in front of me, but it’s not my job anyway.
When my colleagues catch monsters, I just dismantle them and collect materials.
“So, then the caiman… ”
“… I see That is also very interesting.”
So, what interesting things are the hero and the princess talking about?
I’m curious. I’m very curious!
Is it common to all to be concerned when my name pops out of someone else’s mouth, or is it simply a characteristic of Asa?
Pretending not to care and trying to eavesdrop with all your concentration seems like an ass.
It reminds me of the days when I listened to my classmates while pretending to be asleep.
“… Porter, are you happy?”
The saintess sitting next to me tilted her head and whispered to me.
Should I be happy or should I be unhappy?
I just said my true feelings because I knew that it would be meaningless to give a flattering answer.
“… I think I would be happy without you.”
“I am happy thanks to the porter.”
I can’t talk.
As we were whispering, the princess, who had been looking at us with a curious expression, opened her mouth.
“… By the way, why doesn’t Seria call Caiman by his first name?”
The title seemed odd.
It must be strange that two people who are close enough to run away from love still don’t call each other by name.
Actually, this b*tch sees me as just a tool. Realize that fact, Princess.
“… Are you talking about the porter? … Would you like to know? Her Highness the Princess?”
b*tch with a bewitching smile.
What else are you trying to say to the innocent princess?
“I’m curious.”
“That’s it, when we call each other by name, the love overflows so much… It’s because I’m afraid I’ll lose my mind!
Yes? Porter?”
As the b*tch said that, she held my hand and looked into my eyes with her bright green eyes.
What a soft hand.
I want to sew up this b*tch’s mouth.
“… What is it?”
I smiled awkwardly and nodded. I have nothing else to say.
“… May I ask what the two of you did during your love flight?”
Her Highness, the princess, at the height of her interest in love, seems to have endless questions.
When the saintess heard that, she turned around with a strange expression on her face.
“Oh my goodness. that… can i tell you Porter?”
I shook my head desperately.
Seeing my actions, the saintess smiled. did you understand?
“… Then I’ll tell you. The porter violently beat me with handcuffs… up, up… ”
I urgently shut the saintess’s mouth.
But even after covering my mouth for a while, something moist and warm came out from between my lips and soiled my palms.
I hastily withdrew my hand.
… Are you licking it off with your tongue? is it an animal
But for some reason, he has an angry expression.
“Porter, you could have covered my mouth with something else!”
Then, she looks at my lips with moistened eyes.
while placing a finger on his lips.
Have you even seen pure manga?
The face of Her Highness, the princess, looking at the unsightly (?) act of affection between me and the saintess was reminded of me.
“It’s in full swing… ”
No, it’s hard to accept it that way.
First of all, even though I was young.
“Does the princess have someone in her heart?”
The saintess smiled and spoke to such a princess.
Are you planning to awaken at least the love cells of the princess with this trivial prank?
But it seems to work. The princess hesitated with her face flushed even more than before.
If you put on a look like that of a pure girl, you’ll only become prey for the crocodile wearing a human mask in front of you.
“… That, yet, I can’t say that there is none at all, but… ”
The princess wiggling her fingers.
Do you have a warrior in your heart?
In front of him, the saintess had sparkling eyes.
“Love is great. Her Highness the Princess, does the world look different?
The stuffy things in life are solved easily. In a panacea, the skin is rejuvenated… ”
… The way you speak is like a pseudo-religion.
Actually, this year is a pseudonym.
“Is that so… ?”
Seeing the princess listening to the saintess with her eyes shining even more… It seems like a big deal.
Educate your children properly so they don’t get scammed and send them out into the world.