Bitch's NTR Travelogue

"Gyaaaahhh!"

"....Who.....11...fire.."

'It's noisy....'

A loud noise pounded my head.

I opened my trembling eyes with difficulty and the whole world seemed to be painted in bright red paint.

I tried to get up, but for some reason I couldn't feel anything below my neck.

I suddenly realized the red world and my motionless body. I'm going to die soon.

A revolving lantern flashed by.

The purple neon sign coming in through the cold house window... I looked outside, so gorgeous, and endured my father's violence...

Time accelerated again. Today, I was covered in wounds as if I had been hit again, and I sat on the bench in front of the old, worn-out store with empty eyes as if I had no hope, looking at the setting sun.

A stern-looking old man appeared. My grandfather looked at me for a moment and handed me banana milk without saying anything. I stared blankly at it and took it with trembling hands. My grandfather sat down next to me. The quiet sound of a bug crying and a clumsy humming resonated high in the sky as if to reassure me. I clenched my teeth and shed tears at the warmth I felt for the first time.

The milk I had tasted for the first time in my life was so sweet.

Time passed. Since that day, the convenience store was my only refuge. And... that refuge was shattered in an instant. Today, too, I received banana milk from my grandfather at the convenience store and drank it, talking about what happened that day as if I were telling my father. My grandfather listened to my story with a warm smile. And everything happened in an instant.

The moment my grandfather got up and approached me again with the banana milk in his hand, a robber came in and shouted. My grandfather tried his best to calm me down to protect me... But everything happened in an instant. The robber ran away, my grandfather staggered and fell, and until that moment, I was so scared that I couldn't do anything. When the robber disappeared, my grandfather called me. My dying grandfather held banana milk in my hand until his last moments and said with a gentle smile.

'I'm sorry...'

Why was he sorry? I still don't understand. Why was he sorry? Grandfather.... Tell me.... Please.... Don't leave me.... But my grandfather had already passed away a long time ago.

I stared blankly at my grandfather, who was sleeping peacefully. What was he so sorry about until his last moments? The faint light that had shone on my life disappeared. No matter how much I looked around, there was only darkness. I cried like a child in despair.

The police had no intention of investigating. Did they not care about a worthless old man in the moon village? Or did they think no one would care? I couldn't understand.

I had become a healthy young man. I looked at him. The young man who had committed the robbery at that time had become a shabby middle-aged man. He shouted in fear. He screams that he has a wife and children and begs for his life. He whines like a pig, begging for his life. He doesn't say anything. It seems like he doesn't think that the child who was next to him when he killed his grandfather was me. No… He doesn't remember that memory.

At that moment, laughter bursts out. My grandfather was forgotten by everyone except me. That fact was so unbearable… It was so sad. The laughter stops. Silence comes and surrounds him. The pig, as if it had sensed its own death, mutters something with a pale expression while shedding tears. The pig sheds tears. I shed tears too. All that was left there was a slaughtered pig.

And he devoted the rest of his life to finding his family, desperately hoping that someone would remember him, even just a little.

That effort paid off. My grandfather's family… My grandfather's kind eyes were reflected in his eyes. I handed him a note and left. The note contained the location where my grandfather's ashes were buried.

Thank goodness.... Now, even if I'm gone, my grandfather will live on in someone's memory. I couldn't help but be happy about that fact, and smiled a smile I hadn't made since my grandfather died.

That day, I wanted banana milk. I headed home humming the song my grandfather used to sing to me when I was little. And then a truck approached.

The flashback ended.

Suddenly... I want banana milk.

The banana milk I bought earlier fell before my blurry eyes. I desperately waved my hand. But it wouldn't move. My throat was so dry that I couldn't stand it. I wanted to feel that sweetness again. Tears flowed.

Grandpa..... I...

Now I understood. Why I was sorry.... And I realized. Starting from the day my grandfather passed away, I suddenly came to my senses and was left alone in the darkness. There was no one. Dark, lonely, deep darkness, the little boy sat down and cried in despair.

I realized that no one remembered me... With my grandfather's death, I was left alone forever.

Knock... knock... knock.....

Tears fall from the sky.

There was only one moment of light in my life. That one moment of sweetness filled my life with even deeper bitterness.

The last darkness begins to embrace me lovingly....

Blurred vision.... At that moment, something rises from deep within my heart.

The little boy clutched his chest and sobbed. The little boy, who had only tasted one moment of sweetness in his life, struggled to escape from the loving darkness that embraced him like a mother.

"Euaaaaaaaaaah"

I could hear the baby crying, but I didn't care.

I struggled with all my might.

I struggled, risking everything to vent this anger.

The sweetness of that moment was actually poison to me. If I hadn't felt any sweetness at all, my heart wouldn't have been this hurt.

I struggled. I struggled with all my might.

I can't die yet. I want to feel a little sweeter, I want to be loved a little more, I want to live a little longer!!

"..... This...ah....that...yo"

"....hu.....sa....."

My mind, stained with anger, suddenly began to disappear like the flames of a stove that was fading away in the waves of sleep that came rushing in.

Soon, my heart was filled with emptiness and emptiness.

I realized that I was fading away without accomplishing anything.

Suddenly, I remembered the moment I first met my grandfather. The moon village where everything is dyed red at sunset, the sound of crickets chirping, the stern face of my grandfather, the awkward humming that seems to reassure me... Sweet banana milk.... The sound of crickets chirping and my grandfather's humming echoed high up in the sky.

I closed my eyes with a teardrop, feeling the warmth I had felt for the first time envelop me again.

I lost consciousness as I felt the gentle darkness embrace me as if it was embracing me who was hurt.

........

"You worked hard, Cynthia, our child, hahaha, you're crying so energetically?"

"Haa.... haa.... baby... our baby..."

Cynthia hugged the child who had fallen asleep from crying.

The child's face like an angel and the ivory-colored horns that stood out beautifully were all lovely.

She looked at Aaron and said.

"This child is a miracle that came to us..... Yes... Let's call her Grace... Aaron and my child Grace hoohoohoo"

Cynthia smiled happily while stroking the chubby cheek of the sleeping child.

The warm sunlight began to comfort the child through the wide-open window.

......…

Grace SIDE

A cool breeze blew.

'It looks like winter is coming'

The girl sitting under the tree on the hill had sharp eyes and blue-colored pupils that gave off a cold vibe, but the dot on the lower right made her beautiful appearance and her young age seem sensual and decadent.

Also, despite her young age, her plump breasts, which were clearly different from those of her peers with promising futures, were clearly outlined whenever her white one-piece dress blew in the wind, and her beautiful hair, which had a silver base and blue light in between like bridges, swayed in the wind like silk.

Above her hair, smooth and soft horns like ivory rose like the horns of a sheep.

That's right, that girl.

I was reborn into a new world.

Here, kind parents and a kind world were prepared for me.

When I confirmed that I was reborn, I was filled with joy. And my physical ability, which seemed to have been given special privileges. When other children crawled, I walked, and when other children walked, I ran.

And this recovery ability given to me could only be used 10 times a day, but each recovery was like a miracle of God that would restore me to perfect condition even if I was on the verge of death.

From now on, my life seemed to be only on a sweet path like banana milk.

This world is different.

I was convinced that this world would no longer be an endlessly dark world for me.

I vowed to myself that I would live in this world and taste and enjoy all the sweetness I could not achieve in my previous life.

With that vow, I began to admire the village that seemed like it came out of a fairy tale.

The village where I was born was Netorare Village, where various races live in harmony....

The name is certainly strange, but I did not hear it wrong. The village name is definitely Netorare Village.....

After hearing the village name for the first time, I couldn't hold back my curiosity and carefully asked the village chief.

The village chief said that the goddess Netorare is the goddess of love and pleasure, and that she chose it as the village name when she became the village chief.

Thanks to that, or perhaps because the church was satisfied with that name, the Netorare Church was established, and after that, our village began to accept people from other tribes without discrimination, emphasizing love, and this soon led to the development of the village.

Also, for some reason, the glowing mushrooms that only grow in the forest near our village developed the village even further as a specialty.

As a result, the village, which was just a small village, developed in an instant and soon became close to a city, and a market was created, and tourists who came to see the forest that turned into a dreamlike atmosphere due to the glowing mushrooms at night made our village even bigger.

And our family settled in the growing village as healers.

Since both my father and mother had my healing ability, the two of us were treated with great respect, and since our family's healing ability was famous to others, many guests from outside came to visit.

Ah, the reason we abandoned our hometown and settled here was because we were expelled from the village. Originally, marriage between Holstaurians was prohibited in the village, so our marriage was something that deserved to be expelled.

But I am still satisfied. This village is beautiful, and the people respect our family. I thought there was no reason not to like it.

But.... Even though I think that this name came about by chance because this world has a different language system.... Netorare Village.... Hmm

I shook my head to shake off my complicated thoughts and began to calmly admire the village where I was born.

'It's beautiful no matter when I see it..... I guess I'll get up soon'

I looked at it for a moment feeling the cool breeze blowing in and went into the forest for today's work.

.......

My previous life only gave me bitter despair. My father who wielded violence, my mother who always glared at me while spitting out hateful words..... When I was a student, I was also subjected to violence and bullying from other children.

If I hadn't met my grandfather, I would have been twisted beyond belief.... Was it because of that environment? When I saw happy people, I wanted them to continue to be happy, but I also wanted them to give in to something and be ruined.

At first, I thought that kind of thinking was wrong and tried to change it, but after seeing the NTR genre, I stopped thinking that way. The main character's despair, the heroine's moans soaked in pleasure, and the pleasure that stimulated my peripheral nerves as our hearts crossed each other gave me a sweet pleasure like a drug in my dark daily life and made me happy.

Thanks to that, when I had nothing to do, I would often kill time by looking for NTR doujinshi or novels, like being addicted to drugs.

Also, in my previous life, I was more immersed in the position of doing NTR than being the victim, so in this life, perhaps because I became a woman, I often masturbated from the position of the heroine.

Maybe it was because of that taste, but when I started to see my mother's voluptuous body, which was always the number one in the village, and her face, which was more beautiful than any woman in my previous life, my delusions began to explode.

My mother had horns like mine, and her hair had a beautiful silvery silky texture. More than anything, the reason I was looking forward to my future was because of my mother's overwhelming breasts and butt.

Her breasts were as big as a J-cup, and the fate of having grandma's breasts that anyone with large breasts cannot avoid was of no use to Holstaurus. Her breasts, which did not sag due to her race characteristics, maintained their plump shape as if they were large water drops.

In addition, her buttocks? Thanks to her consistent care, her mother had a heart-shaped buttocks that were easy to give birth to, and her buttocks, which looked soft and bouncy whenever her father playfully touched them, were so attractive that even if she had a lot of self-doubt as a child, she wanted to pretend to touch them.

And the places where they should go were definitely filled in, clearly showing what a coke bottle body is. She also boasts that her face is the undisputed pinnacle among the village women. The slightly slanted corners of the eyes and the gentle and gentle appearance, and the distance-closing skills of my mother who suddenly rushes in without any sense of distance, are enough to threaten the lower classes of the village men and my mother's chastity...

Whenever I see my mother's voluptuous body while my sexual desire builds up, I often start to imagine my mother being held by another man.

In my imagination, my mother is a wife who loves her husband during the day, but at night, she is a prodigal who wears vulgar clothes and seduces visitors with a lecherous smile in order to receive thick semen instead of my father's finger-sized, emasculated penis.

When I imagined my mother like that, I couldn't hold back my itchy vagina. That day, I masturbated for the first time in my life and felt the pleasure of women to the bone.

It was beyond my imagination. The pleasure I got from masturbating in my past life was incomparable to the pleasure I got from masturbating. When I masturbated with my sensitive body, I trembled and squirted like a water gun.

I wanted more stimulation, like I was addicted to drugs. And I went into the forest near the village, feeling a chill at the thought of masturbating in a public place, and holding my trembling heart, I went into the forest. I was able to find a place where sunlight was shining beautifully through the thick trees.

I slightly reminded myself of my expressionless face, took off my one-piece dress, and felt the warm sunlight pouring down on my naked body, getting excited about the fact that I was masturbating in a public place.

I felt a cold wind tickling my sensitive clitoris and nipples, and lay down with a pounding heart, feeling a slight sense of anxiety about the open space and a thrilling pleasure running down my spine.

While lying comfortably, I began to imagine my mother, my regular daughter-in-law.

Today, my mother went into the alley of the inn where tourists stayed, wearing a micro bikini with holes in it so that her nipples and pussy could be exposed to receive the special sperm of tourists and get pregnant.

The mother, wearing a bikini that would make even a prostitute ashamed, slightly licked her lips at the sight of tourists staring at her with their erected and bulging cunts, and she was searching for prey, seducing people by sensually shaking her proud breasts and buttocks.

The expression of the mother, who always looked at her family with a kind face, had long since changed into that of a lecherous prodigal.

And then her eyes lit up. The orc, who was expected to be the most outstanding cunt she had ever met, seemed to have a third leg attached to his cunt.

The mother was surprised at the sight of the excellent cunt and quickly approached the orc as if she was worried that another woman would take it. The mother rubbed her chest against her arm and used her hand to tickle and seduce the sturdy, manly cunt.

The orc couldn't help but flinch at the sudden good fortune. Feeling the hot, throbbing cunt, the mother followed the orc with a lecherous smile.

And the vulgar and lewd nature of my mother, who felt her vagina bulging out as if it would burst her vagina, moaned like an animal and continued to squirt her love juice without stopping.

"Haang... Haeujjit... Haaang..."

Imagine my mother, who always supported my father with a kind face and stroked my head, crying like a sow, and as I touched my sensitive clitoris, a tingling pleasure began to rise.

Without delay, I rubbed my hardened nipples, and as the pleasure surged from both sides, I put all my strength into my waist and rubbed them even more intensely.

'Oh my... It feels good.... Mother... Mother...!'

The more I moaned loudly in the open space, the more my anxiety grew, which fueled my masochistic excitement, and every time the wind blew past my body, my erect nipples twitched.

"Ugh...! Go away!! Go away!!!"

The moment I imagined my mother covered in cum and moaning obscenely, I moaned loudly enough to echo through the forest, with such intense pleasure that my waist rose.

When I heard the erotic moans echoing through the forest, I started to get excited again. After trembling my waist and reaching my climax, I dropped my waist and let out a languid breath, lost in the afterglow of pleasure.

"Haa.... Haa... Haa..."

'Sex.... It'd feel better, right? In my previous life, I was a virgin... But in this life.... Hoo.. Hoo..'

Let's make a promise that this life will be different..... I will definitely seize all the pleasures in my hands.... I will definitely....

Unknowingly, I closed my eyes and fell asleep as the sunlight warmly enveloped my languid body.

The girl lying in the forest that seemed to shine because of the sunlight, the love juice that fell from her vagina onto the bushes sparkled in the sunlight and shined like a crystal ball that predicted the obscene things to come.