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 44

44 – Room you can’t get out of if you don’t ○S (3)

“… Now, wait a minute? porter. The face is close… ”

The saintess’ face in her arms turned red like a carrot.

… It’s a surprisingly pure reaction for something that has been pushed against me without even trying.

“I… I mean just in case.

The saintess… Do you have any experience?”

Just in case, I whispered it like a joke.

I can’t be the only one

“… Oh no? The experience is very rich… !”

… The saintess’ green eyes are spinning round and round because she can’t find a place to go, and her reaction is delayed by one beat.

I use an exaggerated tone as if I’m doing a play for nothing.

Is this woman a fantasy?

I heard that there is a phantasmagoric species that is a virgin and recklessly seduces others.

I know it’s not in reality, but it’s usually only in novels or cartoons.

Since this is a world in a novel, there might not be much of a difference.

“What kind of experience have you had?”

Still, I asked just in case.

“… I read a lot of sensual novels!”

hmm.

What are you proud of?

By the way, it just means that I read a lot of nonsense.

“And I also wrote a lot.”

I don’t know why, but the saintess is making an ahem expression right now.

It’s probably a useless fire kindling like a porter x warrior novel.

Hey, if you see him writing obscenities while bleeding his nose, there’s no way he’s experienced it.

“You say you have no experience with that?”

“You don’t know what. porter. Imagination is stranger than reality.”

You can always say that being confident is a good thing.

“Is that so?”

I hugged the saintess’ back tighter.

Their faces were now so close that their noses could touch.

It’s a really clean face without a spot.

I wish my heart was this clean.

“Ji, porter… smell… Huh… ”

The saintess muttered in a trembling voice and closed her eyes tightly.

I think I’ve smelled it before. do i smell like that?

… But why did his face turn red?

I’m sticking out my little lips trembling slightly

It seems like you’re expecting something.

No, obviously, this is the look you’re looking forward to.

… If you look so innocent,

The urge to play pranks arises.

With one hand still wrapped around the saintess’s waist,

I put my two fingers together on the lips of the saintess, whose eyes were tightly closed, and lightly tapped them, then removed them.

… The saintess smiled and started laughing!

“Ehehehehe, we kissed.

The porter’s first kiss… ”

Have you ever wondered if you can’t tell the difference between your fingers and your lips?

I just copied what I saw in a romance manga somewhere.

“I see… ”

It was a lot more mite than I thought.

I wonder if there was anyone who taught this saintess that it was common sense.

He said he had no friends or family, so he probably had no one to teach him.

“I am a porter… ”

The eyes of the saintess looking at me became moist.

no. Should I say it’s wet, or should I say it’s sticky?

Something, like knowing what’s going to happen next…

“I am a porter!”

I hurriedly pushed the face of the saintess who was trying to kiss me.

“Eww… !”

After arguing for a while, the saintess eventually fell away.

No matter how hypnotized and brainwashed Munchkin you are, there’s no way you can beat me with brute strength.

“Why the hell! You even allowed me to kiss my precious first kiss!”

The saintess cried out with her tears half welling up.

I don’t think we’ve ever kissed.

Well, I think it would be better to let the saintess believe whatever she wants.

Anyway, I gathered my heart and shouted at the saintess.

“Swear! I will never brainwash my comrades again,

Not until then!”

That’s more important than getting out of this room right now.

If you still can’t swear, let’s just rot together in this room forever.

Because I have no intention of backing down anymore.

“… Heavenly punishment will come upon the porter.”

A saintess muttering in a low voice.

“I’m not afraid of anything like the divine punishment that the fake saintess talks about.”

Isn’t the person who should be punished the most in the first place a saint?

“By regressing the porter-sama into an infant under the age of 3… I will take him and raise him.”

A saintess giggling and laughing like a bad boy.

Is that a bit scary?

“But is that an oath that difficult in the first place?”

Why don’t you swear not to do NTR?

Normal people wouldn’t even touch such a thing even if they didn’t swear.

“… You’re telling me to live like a normal saint now! Bad, porter!”

The saintess puffed out her cheeks in anger.

“What the hell is wrong with that?”

“It’s not fun… ”

It’s grumbling, but it seems like it’s about to swear something.

no no

I might be babbling something I can’t understand 10 seconds from now.

Just imagining it gives me goosebumps.

The saintess sat up on the bed, put her hands together and closed her eyes.

Right now, even if she is a real saint, she seems sincere enough to be believed.

“I, Saint Seria Areren, swear by my flesh and blood to the goddess Arienne,

Never Again Caiman Endymion, Lindsay Arcadia,

Resolve not to use hypnotic powers on Elaisia Irica, Eldmere Föla Perdias, and Alice Siaylis.

If you break your oath, I promise you that you will face a miserable end in misfortune and pain for the rest of your life!

Okay, okay?”

“… Did you know my name?”

This time, it seems that he made a fairly proper oath, not a summary oath like the last time.

But what about the princess?

I’m afraid he’s not from the royal family, so he’s twice as long as the others.

I think this is the first time I’ve heard of the princess’s full name.

And I don’t think I’ll be able to remember it properly.

“How could I not know?”

She is a saint with a bright smile like a sunflower in full bloom.

“I want you to call me porter every day… ”

I must keep the fact that I didn’t know the saintess’ last name a secret.

Was it Arreen?

“Eight!”

While I was thinking about something else, the saintess suddenly pushed me onto the bed and knocked me down.

The body of the saintess and I overlapped on the bed.

“… A saint?”

“… Huhu, porter, if you resist me, could you become a baby porter?”

You’re wearing an elated expression.

And excitedly trying to untie the laces of her gown.

It’s a little naughty.

“Didn’t you just swear not to be hypnotized?”

“omg.”

She is a saint with a clear mind who quickly forgets what she said.

If you don’t use hypnosis, you’re just an ordinary weak saint.

I hugged the saintess who was sitting on top of me and put her back on the bed.

“… I’m a porter… ”

The eyes of the saintess lying down on the bed are moist like those of a deer.

The body is out of strength.

It would have been nice if I was this innocent normally.

“… Should we do it now? … like that.”

It’s such a complicated situation,

In the end, you have to do it to escape from this room.

Things that can never be described in detail in novels for all ages.

The saintess silently nodded with her face blushing.

… But i don’t know how to do it

I somehow managed to get here with momentum, but I’m about to have a brain freeze.

“… It’s like a dream.”

The saintess whispered softly.

“yes?”

“… Because I prayed for eternal love with the porter… ”

Wasn’t that the last time at the fountain in Lorraine?

The lie detector found it to be true.

Why are you empty like that?

“Did you mean that?”

You mean you didn’t mean to bother me?

“… half?”

“What about the other half?”

“It’s a secret.”

I blew a chestnut on the saintess’s forehead.

“Kya! Why are you hitting me!”

“Are you asking because you don’t know that?

… But why did you like me so much?”

I could tell that the saintess was expressing interest in me even with her stupid senses.

Aside from the fact that the saintess’ personality was terribly warped.

“… It’s a secret.”

I hit the saintess with one more beetle.

“ouch! sick! Poor porter… ”

The saintess was in tears.

forehead turned red.

I think it’s because it’s the night I flew with my forearm muscles trained as a porter.

“You are the bad one.”

Because of you, at least 40 episodes of the novel seem like I rolled my heart in agony.

“Huh.”

The saintess sniffed as if she knew what she had done, but didn’t seem to refute it.

“… Anyway, I doubt whether I’m dreaming or not.

I also had nightmares of being trapped in an illusion created by the saintess.”

Actually, that’s what I’m really worried about right now.

The question is whether this situation is hypnosis or not.

It makes me wonder if I’m fluttering like a butterfly in a butterfly dream.

“… Is it really all a dream? The porter is in an illusion I created.”

The saintess said with a wide smile.

You can’t stand the bird and you’re playing pranks.

“Another strange noise… ”

I said that, but deep down I’m afraid that I won’t know if this is a lie or not.

“… So, why don’t you keep dreaming with me?”

“… yes?”

The saintess spread her arms out in front of me with a smile and made a gesture as if she wanted me to hug her.