episode_0176

Convinced that Lorelai was dead, I left the room and tried to get back to work. But something that surfaced late caught my attention.

“Huh, what is that?”

“It’s a singing bag.”

Sirocco answered excitedly, as if he had found out something again this time. By the way, it’s not a sandbag, it’s a songbag. Perhaps because she is a siren, she has all kinds of organs.

“Why is that the only thing that comes to mind?”

“They say that when a siren dies, only a song bag pops out of its mouth. I think it floats because it’s lighter than water?”

“What is that… Is that even valuable as a monster by-product?”

Maybe it’s because I recently learned from Wayne the common sense that adventurers need to know, but when it comes to monsters, things like rewards for subjugation or by-products automatically come to mind first.

“Well, I don’t know much about the economic stories of those people, but they say that anyone who eats that will have a beautiful singing voice.”

“…Isn’t that a superstition?”

I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a low-grade superstition that had spread since sirens had the ability to deceive people with their singing voice.

The problem is that this is a world where faith is power. So, most of the information that is widely known to most people has become true.

Whether what was originally true was spread by word of mouth, or whether it was a lie and then changed to truth due to superstition, even if the circumstances are completely different, the result is the same.

So, considering the performance that was coming soon, it was right for me to take that singing bag.

“Anyway, I’m not happy about eating by-products from creatures that look like humans…”

I don’t feel like eating monkey meat right now, but I wonder if I can eat that.

However, contrary to what I thought, my body honestly grabbed what floated to the surface. Perhaps because sirens are a species that sing a lot, their singing pouches felt like tough muscles, as if they had been trained.

‘It really looks like a sandbag….’

Considering it was a chicken poop, it seemed possible, but Lorelai’s face kept coming to mind and I didn’t think I could swallow it at all.

“If it seems difficult, there is no need to push yourself.”

Sirocco, who read my complicated feelings, spoke as if comforting me. okay. I’ve been told a lot that I’m good at singing, and if I practice harder, I guess that’ll be fine.

However, Sirocco’s next words made me worry again.

“Is there any big deal if the performance is so bad?”

Of course, it was objectively true, but in a way, it was also a matter of God’s status. Of course it’s not me pretending to be a human, it’s Stella’s status.

This was not the original plan. The reason I promoted myself as a bard was to make Wayne stand out again as a great warrior.

However, at the checkpoint before entering Potera, Wayne received Stella’s glory, and without me having to do anything to make him stand out, Wayne had already regained his status from hundreds of years ago.

In the end, my bard concept, which was blown up, now carried not only Wayne’s praise but also Stella’s greatness.

“…I need to eat.”

The taste of the songbag was not as bad as I thought. It really tasted like chewing the gizzard of a chicken.

However, since I had to eat it raw, I also had to endure the fishy taste.

“Squishy… squishy… wow…”

gulp.

I forced myself to swallow what was not going well. What had been showing off its immense presence in the mouth disappeared as soon as it passed down the throat, as if it had completely disappeared from the stomach.

“Is it true that I ate it…?”

“How about singing a song?”

“Hmm… Is that so?”

Maybe it was because he suffered an unfortunate incident while leaving Sirocco earlier, but he seemed a little too tactful to tell him to go away again this time. Above all, it would be better to have a third party to determine the effectiveness of the singing bag.

“Kuhmhmmm….”

Still, I chose songs that were on Earth so as not to sound as funny as possible. Wouldn’t it be less burdensome if it were a familiar song that you could sing best?

One of the reasons was that since only the voice was judged, there was no need to play a separate instrument. The only thing I can play on this instrument right now is Ludwig’s song.

♩♪♪♪♩~

To hide the dullness of the unaccompanied song, I sang only the first verse with as much passion as possible, and Sirocco responded well.

“Wow… Eugene! You sing really well!”

“Really? Are singing bags effective?”

It definitely felt much more stable even when the notes were played at the same pitch. If you think about the difference between being able to produce a vocal range and being able to produce it clearly, it was a dramatic improvement.

At this point, I became curious about how high the notes could be made and how reliably they could be produced. I slowly moved up the scale and tested how far I could go.

“Ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~ah~!”

A high note that rises without hesitation. It went up to 5 octaves (A7) without difficulty. The feeling of a sound coming out of my throat that seemed only possible using autotune was quite a thrill.

“At this rate, there won’t be any sirens left because of the people singing, right? Ah, isn’t that the case again?”

I immediately let my guard down and got hit by Siren. Ordinary people would avoid sirens and not approach them.

Anyway, there is no need to even practice anymore. It was said to be a voice that spirits enjoyed listening to, so it was safe to assume that it would not be criticized by people.

“Let’s go back.”

I flew in the opposite direction from where I came and returned to Potera. I went straight to the dorm and opened the door to find Wayne comforting himself without anything on.

“Uh, uhh… What, what? Why are you coming back so quickly?”

Wayne hastily puts on his clothes and his face turns red. I responded that it was new to me.

“Why are you so embarrassed about something like that between us?”

“Well, is that the same as that? Imagine you caught me comforting you too!”

“Um….”

I think it would definitely be a bit awkward. Of course, I didn’t answer honestly.

“Huh?”

When I walked away instead of answering, Wayne stopped putting on his underwear and took a step back in embarrassment.

“Aaaah!”

He took off his half-clad underwear and threw Wayne on the bed.

“What is happening all of a sudden…?”

“What is it? This is my answer.”

“What kind of answer is this!”

“What did you do while I was busy comforting you alone? It means ”

“What is that…? Wait, I’m the one who actually got caught masturbating, so there’s no need to actually do this, right?”

“…Then this is my expression of apology for neglecting you to the point of comforting you alone.”

“Ugh!?”

Wayne let out an amused moan as I licked my tongue starting from his stomach, up his ribs, and up to his chest.

Maybe he was in the middle of masturbating, but the atmosphere in the room was strange from the beginning. It was as if the female’s horny pheromones filled the room.

The reason I’m saying this is because I’ve already warmed up.

“Ugh… Ah yes…♡”

Wayne, who was masturbating himself, was also wet enough that he did not need any caressing, and I was able to insert it smoothly without much interference.

Squeak…!

“Uuugh♥!”

“Wow, it worked out really well. I guess you have a talent for masturbation too, warrior?”

“Well, don’t say that…!”

Instead of answering, I massaged my right breast. I felt a soft texture all over my palm.

I slowly lowered my hand and this time rubbed my toned abs. It feels so solid that it’s hard to believe it’s the same part of the body that I just touched.

“I always think about this, Wayne really takes good care of himself.”

I am reminded of how much effort it takes to maintain this body without any flab.

me? At one time, I worked out a lot to relieve my boredom, so my body shape was quite acceptable, but after I became a god and my body shape no longer changed, I stopped taking care of myself at all.

Even if ” suddenly compliments me like that… nothing comes out♥!”

“No? A lot of water comes out?”

“Don’t say it!”

It didn’t take long for the crackling sound to turn into a clanking sound. After all, anyone’s lower mouth is much more honest than their upper mouth during sex.

“Why? Are you going to keep talking?”

“You…!”

Wayne seemed to be unable to handle me with my wits, so he protested in other ways. The vaginal wall suddenly tightened and the stimulation became stronger.

“Ugh, wait. It’s too tight…!”

Of course, Jill also exercises with muscles, and the muscles that make up Wayne’s body were all well-trained, without any need to differentiate them.

To be honest, the tightening itself was at a level that exceeded that of Arjen and her other characters.

“Stop, stop! I’m sorry. I did something wrong so please let me go.”

I wanted to enjoy it for a little longer, but if she wrapped her legs around my waist and increased the vaginal pressure like crazy, I didn’t have the wherewithal to resist. However, Wayne’s reply was negative.

“You don’t like it? You don’t listen to me either.”

“Ugh…!”

Wayne’s vaginal movements, which had become very delicate during masturbation, stimulated my cock like a separate living creature, and for the first time in a long time, I tasted defeat on the bed.

I realized that, no matter how much I thought I had mastered the field, I couldn’t let down my guard.