A large number of beast friends began to gather in front of me.

    Boar. Snake. Eagle. Sparrow. Dog. Cat, etc.

    Before I knew it, countless beasts had gathered in front of me.

    They cried and expressed their doubts, wondering what was going on.

    “Kueeek!”

    “Kyaoook!”

    “Haaah!”

    “Tweet!”

    “Meow~.”

    “Ed…Ward…Brother…”

    “Hey, fucking kid, shut that little shit up and take his wig off.”

    [The genre almost changed.]

    ‘It’s ominous.’

    As the beast friends hurriedly took off the wig that was on the dog’s head, the dog started barking as if nothing had happened.

    I was so lucky.

    I showed my beast friends the photo I had received from the lizard man earlier.

    “If you find this, let me know.”

    The beast friends began to look at the photo carefully.

    The various facial expressions of the beast friends that follow.

    An expression that says you could catch it and eat it.

    A look that says you’ve seen something dirty.

    A look of resentment as if one had to find something disgusting.

    Then, I saw a female wild boar that wasn’t paying attention, so I brought a picture to show her.

    “Hey, I think this one is also a pig. What do you think?”

    “Kkuik?”

    “Do you want to go on a blind date with this person?”

    The female boar looked closely at the picture of the president’s son.

    – Phew.

    “…There’s only one, you fucking bastard.”

    I spit on the picture.

    Immediately afterwards the boar protested strongly to me.

    This is an insult to pigs.

    And the boar turned its head away, trying not to meet my gaze.

    As if he didn’t want to see that disgusting thing.

    While I was wondering what to do with the photo covered in boar saliva, a solution appeared.

    The escort elf who ran away just a moment ago.

    Because before we knew it, she was climbing up the mountain towards us.

    “Escort Elf, welcome. Would you please come this way for a moment? ”

    “Why are you doing that?”

    As the escort elf approached me, I wiped the boar’s spit from the photo onto his clothes.

    Then the escort elf screamed and went down the mountain again.

    “…Shinwoo, but he’s an escort, so is it okay to treat him like that?”

    “Good job, sir! Even without that, discipline has been lax lately, and he’s been stealing my food!”

    “These guys are all just bastards.”

    “…I also agree with what Hyeji said.”

    “Anyway, let’s check the number of people again. Raise your hand if you haven’t come.”

    At first glance, it seemed like everyone had gathered, except for some beasts.

    While I was checking the number of people, Peace suddenly asked me a question.

    [Where did Captain Rat go last time?]

    ‘The number of Plus subscribers has decreased recently, so I’m busy attending the countermeasures committee.’

    [Please give me some advice on how to fix the subtitles first.]

    Meanwhile, a stag was fidgeting because he couldn’t see his wife.

    His wife looked very worried, as if something big was going to happen to her.

    First, they decided to search for the president’s son and the female deer at the same time.

    ***

    Not long after the search began, good news arrived.

    The story of seeing the president’s son in a lake located inside the mountain.

    The detective said that as the dog followed the smell of rotten oil, it saw a large lump of flesh that looked like the president’s son in the lake.

    The deer that was looking for my wife earlier told me that it knew where the lake was, so we moved towards the lake together.

    “Oh! It’s pretty wide?”

    “Sir! Let’s go battery fishing here!”

    “Shinwoo, wait a minute. I learned how to catch fish with bombs from Klee.”

    “Right now, finding people comes first. Don’t get too excited.”

    “……Confucius, first put down the fishing rod in your hand.”

    “If you fish here, you might be able to find a red Gyarados.”

    The lake we discovered in the mountains was very beautiful.

    It sparkled as if it were made of finely ground glass, and its surface reflected countless things like a clear mirror.

    The sea. The trees. The grass. The birds passing over them.

    A single female deer, small and shining in the distance.

    And finally, a giant lump of fat.

    ‘……lard?’

    [Isn’t that an idiot writing something weird again?]

    – You wrote it right, you piece of shit.

    ‘No, I said I did it right this time.’

    [Hmm. Then what is that heterogeneous thing?]

    On the other side of the lake there was a doe and a huge lump of fat.

    okay.

    These were the beings we were looking for.

    However, the atmosphere between the two did not seem good.

    The president’s son is seen unilaterally beating a female deer and trying to drag it away by force.

    It was like watching a kidnapping scene.

    ‘I left the deer outside just in case, and it turned out to be the right choice.’

    [That’s right. If I had seen that, I would have run towards you.]

    “Shinwoo, what are you going to do with that?”

    “Can you record it for me? I might need to use it as evidence.”

    “You can snipe right away from this distance.”

    “……Just record it.”

    After hearing what I said, Jeong A-yeon started recording with her cell phone.

    Once we found our target, we slowly made our way back to the other side of the lake.

    “Shinwoo, doesn’t that look a bit serious?”

    “I think so too.”

    “Let’s fry pork cutlet with that!”

    “Let’s walk a little faster.”

    On the other side of the lake, it seems they haven’t noticed our approach yet.

    The president’s son continued to hit the deer.

    Until the doe lost all strength and collapsed on the ground.

    Then the principal’s son rummaged through his pockets, took out several cable ties, and tied them tightly around the deer’s legs.

    If it’s a bit unusual, it’s in the form of forcibly spreading the legs.

    and.

    He started taking off his pants one by one.

    ‘Oh, fuck Abi or a child!’

    [You must stop NTR!]

    ‘What kind of fucking combination is this NTR and intercourse!’

    Sensing the president’s son’s presence, I quickly circulated my magical power through my legs.

    It felt like more horsepower was circulating more quickly than before.

    It’s probably because of the magic tattoo I got on my foot last time.

    As I ran out in that state, my body began to move faster than before.

    Thanks to that, I was able to quickly approach the president’s son and the deer.

    Close enough to see in detail what their current condition is.

    The doe’s condition did not look good.

    Big and small scars received here and there as a price for rebellion.

    A breathing sound that cannot be heard even when approaching closely.

    Only the slightly trembling body proved that the doe was still alive.

    On the other hand, the president’s son looked extremely disgusting.

    Greedy eyes. Dirty cheeks trembling with anticipation.

    An opaque broth flowing down the side of the face. A mouth full of joy that could burst open.

    And the male organ that slowly begins to swell.

    ‘You fucking writer, don’t describe the ending!!!’

    [What a fucking description!!!!]

    – Sorry.

    The president’s son still didn’t notice my presence, and instead extended his fleshy, swollen hand to the doe.

    A state where one’s head is controlled by a dick.

    And he slowly caressed the doe and muttered.

    “Hehehe.. Don’t worry, it only hurts for a moment.”

    When I saw the president’s son about to commit an act, my body accelerated even faster than before.

    He jumped up big, carrying the acceleration as it was, and extended his legs towards the president’s son.

    It was a rider kick pose that was very famous in Japanese video media.

    “Because of you, all my plans to make a webtoon are ruined!! Piglet!!!”

    – Pfft …

    “Kweeek!!!!!”

    Just before the president’s son takes his last step.

    My kick hit the president’s son square in the head.

    The president’s son, who was hit by a fierce attack and flew away, let out a final cry befitting his appearance and flew far away.

    The president’s son, with his nearly circular body and heavy mass, rolled on and on without stopping even when he touched the ground.

    “Keuheugh…”

    When the movement finally stopped, the president’s son groaned as if in pain.

    Honestly, I thought it was half dead, but it was a miracle it was still alive.

    ‘Wow, this is real.’

    [I guess you inherited your father’s mat.]

    I quickly approached the doe.

    What will be implemented is a dagger at the 5 o’clock position of the magic tattoo.

    I immediately cut the cable tie and freed myself.

    Feeling a sudden sense of liberation, the doe slowly got up, bewildered.

    After a while, he roughly figured out the situation and started thanking me.

    At that moment, a stag that couldn’t stand waiting and came towards the lake, spotted the doe and started to move towards me with anxious feet.

    Judging from the fact that he was shedding tears, he seemed quite worried.

    The two deer hugged each other, thanked me repeatedly, and left the lake.

    The group arrived at the same time they left.

    They started talking to me urgently.

    “How could Confucius do such a thing to recover?”

    “Shinwoo, why did you do that!”

    “I couldn’t help it, you want me to endure it after seeing that?”

    Frankly, it was an unbearable sight.

    Then Hyeji shouts as if she feels sorry.

    “I was going to test it first to see if it would burn or not!”

    “……Jeong Ah-yeon, please edit this part out of the recording.”

    “Sir! After you’re done cooking, just give me the bacon!”

    “Edit this too.”

    We approached the president’s son, who was still groaning.

    This time, as if he had sensed my approach, the president’s son opened his eye-shaped hole and looked at me, then lay down and swung at me.

    “You! You! What the hell are you doing!!”

    “I am Jesus.”

    Immediately afterwards, I grabbed the president’s son by the hair.

    Unlike the president who had completely lost his hair roots, the president’s son still had some hair left on his head that could be held in place.

    “I’ll make you walk soon.”

    And then it started dragging on like that.

    Then, the president’s son, unable to resist the strong evil force and the force that was pulling him, forced himself to get up and follow him.

    The miracle of Jesus making a lame man stand up and walk.

    That was happening in this academy too.

    I dragged the president’s son to the edge of the lake.

    I crossed my legs and fell forward, grabbed her by her hair, and looked her in the eye.

    “What were you trying to do here?”

    “Words, do you think I should say it!”

    The president’s son was full of fear, yet showed a firm determination not to answer.

    I said with a sinister laugh.

    “If you don’t want to fall behind, you have to say something.”

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