The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess - The Death Knight Became an Escort Knight for the Saintess chapter 91

88. Driver, would you like to touch my ass?

88.

Prejudice is a very dangerous act, but the previous step, generalization, is made up of a large number of cases. Ferien, Becarin, and Iserido could also realize that fact. It’s just that people of relatively small stature get drunk quickly. In Ecilia’s case, it was a bit harsh.

“Ehehe…… ! This this… Grape juice!! It’s delicious…… !”

Seeing her reddened face, the white skin of her face, the three elven women let out a sigh.

“…… That’s wine, not grape juice.”

“I should have recognized it from the moment I drank it to my heart’s content… ….”

“This is it, this is it! Are you a knight? I have to let the knights drink too~, I shouldn’t drink alone. !”

“A knight? What is this lady saying?”

“Ah, I see you are talking about Mr. Hooch. They say the frigate is that nobleman knight.”

“For some reason, the muscles were no joke. Sleep, girl. Let’s go to the driver’s place. You have to do whatever you want, lady.”

“Wow! Go where the knight is!”

Escelia took her toddling steps, led by the three elves. As she made her way to the gathering of elven men with jerpieds, she sensed a distinct sound in the festivities of all sorts of sounds. Maybe she was the power of alcohol. Because alcohol causes all sorts of peculiar things.

‘I’ve never been in a relationship before.’

It sounded like a fantasy. Because it was a voice coming from far away. However, even though it sounded like a fantasy, Esilia couldn’t stop smiling strangely. Is it because of the power of alcohol?

“Huh? Wasn’t Mr. Hooch here here?”

“I heard you went inside because you were drunk? Oh, more than that, Becarin, I will play the grass flute later. Would you like to come and listen?”

“Oh, I just thought I was going to play too. How are you, Lee Se-ri?”

“Crazy bastards, you talk so openly without a mood.”

“Even with that drunk. Wait, I’ll bring this girl and come back.”

They didn’t have to go through such trouble. When Esilia heard that Zerfied had gone inside, like a clever saintess, Esilia went inside with a hurried stride.

Jer Pied said she didn’t know what she was thinking about until just now. No, she was the other way around. He could only think of one thing now. At the same time he wanted to take his eyes off him. It was rude to look. But he couldn’t take it off. It was force majeure.

“…… Ecilia.”

Death Knight could barely name the person who made him that way.

“Hey… I’m a knight…… !”

The saintess of her innocence, befitting her second name, smiled full of her innocence as she approached her escort little by little. Jer Peed wanted to shout that she please don’t come near him.

Every time the saintess took a step closer, a certain part of her body trembled greatly. He couldn’t help but see it as it was. What the saintess was wearing was roughly pasted leaves on the base of her skin, and she didn’t know what to call it.

It was only natural to see her pelvis swaying from side to side in that spectacle, a feast of skin, with even her thighs exposed. He desperately tried to shift his gaze elsewhere. He hastily turned his head forcibly.

A trickle of sweat ran down her skin. The clear sweat matched surprisingly well with her white skin. The figure that gently flowed down the line of her abdominal muscles and gently landed on her belly button was like an unknown world the Death Knight had never experienced before……. Damn it!

The saintess smiled and pulled her arms slightly inside her body. Thanks to this, one of the things that symbolized her vitality, and two thick pieces of flesh that symbolized the motherhood of all women, were weakly pressed down.

Embarrassingly, the saintess’ body seemed to have a repulsive force against herself. Otherwise, there’s no way that life-filled area would be struggling to get out of her arm. The space between Dodamham, which gradually reveals itself, also invites him to another unknown… …. Damn it!

The Death Knight hurriedly returned his gaze to its original position. He fixed his gaze on a single figure. The feast of skin that is so intense, rather, the part that became the form of emphasis because it was covered. The only part of the lower body that was not allowed to be seen. Above all else, the place where the life of the saintess blooms strongly…….

‘Damn it!’

When the Death Knight roughly forcibly awakened his spirit, the saintess was right in front of him before he knew it.

“Knight.”

Sweetness wraps around his ears. What? The fruit wine the saintess drank? Or, does she have her voice?

“Eh, Esilia.”

“I’m a knight, are you sure~?”

“What, what?”

“There is no love, never tried it!”

“Yes, but… ….”

Death Knight did not know whether the fact that she was answering was proof of high mental power, or whether she was the opposite. Because I couldn’t think of a way to get out of the situation itself.

“Wow! Me too! Me too! I haven’t tried it!!”

“Yeah, that’s right… …. Ecilia, you seem very drunk…. I’m so sleepy…….”

“Knight.”

It’s sweet. It comes with a hook. It’s so sweet it’s going crazy.

“Would you like to touch my butt?”

“……… What?”

Zerpied even had the illusion that this was the greatest crisis of all the events he had experienced.

“No, no…. What… ! Does not make sense…… !”

He couldn’t speak any more. It was because the saintess’ tears were pouring from her eyes.

“Eh…… Ecilia?”

“Even the knight…… My ass is too big…… You think you’re ugly…… ?”

“What, what are you talking about? No, that, I never thought so…… !”

“That’s right!! I’m small, but…… Only the pelvis is strangely large… ! Just hurt others…… !”

“What the hell! It can’t be!”

“Well… ….”

I feel dizzy.

“Please touch me… ….”

I feel like going crazy.

“No… I am… ….”

Seeing the tears welling up in the saintess’ eyes again, she hurriedly nodded. She didn’t even know what she was doing. It just seemed like it should.

Slowly, very slowly, she held out her hand. At a distance that was almost out of reach, her hand gripped the air.

The saintess just, benevolently, nodded her head like a saint.

It was soft.

It was absolutely not a lie that her skin had a repulsive power. More than her breasts were pushing her own skin, her hand was pushing her hand with an incomparable repulsive force than her mere eyes could see. But there was no time to feel her repulsion.

No matter where you touch her, her hands overflow with her skin. She just can’t take it off. As much as it causes her repulsive force, it is as if her skin is swallowing her hand. Softness explodes. It’s not just softness. It was something indescribable.

“Knight.”

Suddenly, she was leaning her face against her chest. I can feel the skin of her breasts…….

Sweetness strikes me. I can feel it even with this dull sense. It’s so sweet, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

“Knight.”

She’s coming. Their lips seemed to touch each other’s lips. We see each other in each other’s eyes…….

-Puff!

“Pu-huh… ….”

The Death Knight blinked once in her eyes. He looked at the saintess who fell asleep on his chest.

“Ha… ….”

He was finally able to breathe.

My head is heavy and my body is languid. Dizzy. I think I’m drunk. Breathing quickens It’s ridiculous. If so, it could be seen that he was drunk with Ecilia. The intoxication was heavy and subsided.

It was so heavy that he couldn’t push the saintess who was lying on him.

…… Even that soft skin wrapped around her own hand.

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