Greece brings evildoers

 Chapter 193 It’s impossible for people to have thoughts about idiots (4.1k)

 After a few breaths, Lorne slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

"Meat? No problem. How mature do you like it? I'll bake it for you right now!"

As he spoke, he walked out of the tent with dignity.

However, as soon as the curtain was lifted, a hand as white as jade pressed on Lorne's shoulder, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

 “No need to bother, I like it ready-made.”

Along with the warm breath, a lazy and ambiguous whisper entered his ear canal, bringing with it a numb and itchy feeling.

At the same time, there was a swallowing sound from behind.

The beautiful head moved inch by inch towards the back of the disciple's neck, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his curling pink tongue scraped across the dry cherry lips, leaving a moist sheen in the darkness.

"Snapped!"

 “Crash!”

But…

 “Good...good wine, drink! I want to drink again!”

However, before even saying a few words of self-comfort, Hecate could not help but lick her dry lips, with a trace of unwillingness and resentment in her eyes.

The purple-haired goddess in thin clothes raised her hands and patted her hot cheeks, rubbing them hard to wake up the reason in her heart.

 He smells so good...

 Because the two "fruits of justice" have completely blinded his eyes.

 —That is a stress response originating from biology.

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 Meanwhile, in front of the embers of the fire.

 “Good wine, drink! Keep drinking!”

 Forget it, what’s going on now is not important.

Immediately, without waiting for a reaction, Lorne felt that his eyes were dark and his breathing was a little stagnant.

Like a little white mouse, being stared at by a poisonous snake in the dark, it instinctively goes on alert and wants to escape.

so close!

Just when the two figures in the tent were about to completely fit together, the tightly closed curtain was suddenly opened, and a figure stumbled into the space between the two, pushing away Hecate behind him, and pounced directly on Lorne. on the body.

However, the arm falling on his shoulder seemed to be heavier than a thousand pounds, making it difficult for Lorne to move at all. He could only feel the shadow behind him getting closer...closer...

"I told you not to drink so much. Look at you, you are still running around when you are drunk. Come on, I will send you back to rest."

On the contrary, his muscles all over his body tensed subconsciously, his heart beat like a heavy drum, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Hecate raised her head and looked at the night sky with unusually bright stars through a crack at the top of the tent that was cut at an unknown time. Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a little depressed and unhappy.

After exiting the tent gate, Lorne immediately carried the drunken Astraea and rushed towards the goddess of justice's tent.

With that said, Lorne opened the curtain and took a step forward calmly.

 Damn it, it’s all because of those four idiots at sea, who caused her to use a lot of [Essence].

Lorne was stunned for a moment at first, but then he felt blessed and quickly picked up the blond drunkard, showing an angry expression.

 Forward, unimpeded.

Fortunately, Astraiya appeared in time, otherwise, the woman might have eaten him alive.

Although he didn’t know what kind of madness the woman had, his instinct told him:

Hecate was in danger at that time, so stay as far away from that woman as possible!

 Astraya?

　　Looking at the goddess of justice who was rummaging around in her arms and muttering a few words in a daze from time to time.

 Two figures, a man and a woman, gradually disappeared into the thick night. The cold wind penetrated the room through the fluttering curtains.

 She is really hungry...

At this moment, a drunken figure stood up like a corpse and let out a bold shout.

 But faced with such an **** and ambiguous scene, Lorne didn't feel the slightest bit charming in his heart.

 It has only been [watered] five times, and the [fruit] has not yet truly [ripened]...

 Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so ungrateful.

 How did Astraea get in? Didn't she just fall asleep before?

Moreover, if I remember correctly, there was Hecate's power to interfere around the tent?

Could it be that…

  Moreover, it was in front of [her].

There was a murmur in Lorne's heart, and he subconsciously turned his eyes to one side.

Immediately, the purple-haired goddess sighed, trying to cool down some desire in her body, and murmured in her mouth.

 Wait a little longer, wait a little longer…

Lorne glanced at the tent behind him that was shrouded in darkness, couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there is still a problem.

 “One more pot!”

A certain goddess of justice, with blurred eyes, held the "large wine jug" next to her in her arms like an octopus, and caressed it lovingly.

At the same time, the drunken and crimson face rubbed up and down the smooth and slender bottle, and the hazy drunken eyes were full of hearty obsession.

 “Yes! Yes!”

Seeing that he couldn't resist, Lorne quickly took off the wine bag from his waist and gave it to the drunkard who was touching him.

After getting what she wanted, Astraya, who was already drunk, pretended to be dead again. She couldn't wait to grab the wine bag and drank heavily.

As the heavy alcoholism surged, the steps of the goddess of justice became even more staggering, and she could hardly walk.

In desperation, Lorne had no choice but to lift up the stubborn goddess of justice and try his best to drag her towards his tent.

But it seems that because of the wine bug on his head, even though this guy was being dragged, he didn't forget to remove the cork as he walked, and took a few sips of the full jug of wine from time to time.

While dodging the splashing wine in the wine bag, Lorne also had to control Astraea who was running around. In the end, it took a lot of effort, and then he was able to kill the drunken Justice. The goddess was dragged to the tent.

“Okay, we’re already at the door of the house, and you’ve finished the wine. Why don’t you put down the empty wine bag?”

As the curtain opened, Lorne's eyes touched the empty wine bag that Astraea held in her arms like a treasure. He couldn't help scolding him with a dark face, and smoothly pulled the wine bag from the drunkard's arms. Empty wine bag, raised his hand and threw it accurately into the grass on the roadside, feeling much better.

Although he is a **** of wine, he has never been fond of excessive drinking.

 “Wine! My wine!”

However, the drunkard noticed that the treasure in his arms was missing, and immediately held down the culprit and searched around.

Finally, after looking around for a while, the blurred drunken eyes fixed their gaze on a long and slender object that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. His blue eyes were shining, and he immediately pounced on it excitedly.

 “Big one, here is a big one!”

 Muttering cheerfully and vaguely, a certain goddess of justice who was completely lost in alcohol hugged the lost and found "wine" tightly in her arms and couldn't help but put her head over it and rub her ears and temples happily.

Suddenly, Lorne, who was knocked down on the ground, forcefully pulled away the head that was digging into his chest. He shook it repeatedly for several rounds with a black face until the brain inside was shaken evenly, and he could even faintly hear the waves crashing. The voice finally let go and complained angrily. "Hey, hey, hey! Astraya, look at that look in your eyes! I'm a human! I'm not your jug!"

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The goddess of justice tried her best to open her blue eyes wide, and looked at the slender object under her body that was protesting with confusion.

 Look at it again~~

Gradually, bursts of light began to appear in the depths of the pair of pupils, and realization suddenly dawned on the blushing face.

“Hmm, can you still...talk? It must taste better! I want to try it!”

Immediately, in the midst of excited cheers, a drunkard whose brains had been shaken evenly stretched out one paw to fasten the bottleneck like a pair of iron pliers, while the other paw groped upwards while burying his head, nose quivering, and moving around. Smell it, intending to open it as soon as possible and drink it to your heart's content.

What's even worse is that the hands are not honest, they are constantly groping in the dark, as if they want to find the "open and drink" part, and pull out the "cork" of the "flag".

 “Take your hands away and don’t scratch my face!”

 “Idiot, what are you doing down there?! Stop it!”

 “Saliva, drool is all over my clothes!”

For a moment, Lorne, who was brutally molested in the tent, was busy dealing with Astraea's restless paws.

However, whether it was because of the alcohol bug or because the brains were shaken evenly, no matter how many times Lorne separated the drunkard, Astraea still pounced on him again, looking dissatisfied with her desires. , pressing on the body of a certain wine god, intoxicatingly inhaling the rich aroma of wine from this "large wine pot"

 “One sip! Just let me take a sip!”

As far as this virtue is concerned, I definitely didn’t run away. I am so tossing. No wonder I got up from the bed and walked all the way to my bedroom.

 How do I associate this woman with the one on the island? What a twitch!

In the tent, after several struggles, Lorne chose to let the piece of brown sugar go crazy. He covered the part above the head and neck with his hands, clamped his legs tightly, and finally managed to drag As with all his strength. Traya, get up from the ground.

A certain Dionysus who was tortured to the point of exhaustion, with a drained expression on his face, secretly swore in despair.

beat me to death, and I will never drink with this idiot again!

 “Good wine…delicious…”

Astraya, who was hanging on the "wine bottle" like a koala, hugged Lorne's neck tightly with her hands, burping wine from time to time, as if she had just had a drink and was quite satisfied.

 Cheers to the void, right? I lost to you...

 Seeing Astraea's kindness, Lorne was speechless.

 Among the people he knew, he had never encountered anyone with such a bad taste in wine.

"boom!"

Finally, he stumbled to the bed, and with great relief, Lorne pulled Astraea off, who started to rub against him again, and threw her onto the bed.

 But due to the entanglement along the way, the strong smell of alcohol had already covered Lorne's body.

Frustrated, he had no choice but to use the protection of the sea to clean himself and his clothes from the outside to the inside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, it's you? Luo...en?"

At this moment, Astraea seemed to have awakened some consciousness due to the surge of magic power. She sat up unsteadily from the bed, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, and she leaned closer and muttered.

 “Why...why are you in my room?”

 “Of course it’s because I want to send you back!”

Lorne was packing away the messy things in the tent while rolling his eyes and complaining to Astraea.

“Okay, let’s go into meditation and wake up quickly. If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”

"no!"

However, just as Lorne was about to go out, Astraea, who was half-drunk and half-awake, grabbed the figure in front of her as if she was stimulated, and quickly threw the **** of wine onto the bed, intoxicated. The ground sniffed hard at him.

 “Hmm, it smells so good...it’s my favorite smell...!”

Muttering vaguely, the goddess of justice's nose twitched, her eyes were shining brightly, and her blushing cheeks were filled with a silly smile, and she slowly came closer.

To be fair, apart from her carefree personality, this second-generation goddess of justice is top notch in both figure and appearance.

 And followed by two heavy [Fruit of Justice], sweeping above.

After being teased several times, Lorne couldn't help but feel in a trance, and there was an indescribable... charm and reverie in his heart...

His tent is still occupied by Hecate. What happened just now means that he will definitely not be able to go back.

 Actually, the magic travel tent he prepared has a pretty big bed.

At this time, the moist lips above are as delicate as crystal and delicious jelly.

 Three inches…two inches…one inch…

The beautiful head was hovering, and the goddess, who had lost her usual carefree personality, held Lorne's cheek, her eyes were fascinated, her chest was trembling slightly, and her lips and teeth moved several times but stopped.

The slightly tipsy face came into view, and Lorne's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate a bit.

 Finally, the goddess of justice felt a surge in her throat, and she opened her mouth to speak out her long-suppressed voice.

 “Hiccup~!”

In an instant, along with a thunderous buzzing, a fishy smell mixed with sour food and wine started from the stomach bag, passed through the esophagus, passed through the throat, and sprayed face-to-face into Lorne's mouth and nose. middle.

 …

In an instant, Lorne's face turned from red to green, from green to blue, and finally from green to black. Green veins sprouted on his forehead, like crazy earthworms, crawling under the skin, and the tense facial muscles violently Convulsions, high blood pressure, straight to the upper brain.

　　我TM…

Take a few deep breaths, Lorne resisted the urge to kill the god, pushed away Astraea who was pressing on him, rushed outside the tent, and once again used the power of the ocean to wash himself from the inside out three times.

 He is not clean anymore...

 After the rush from body to soul ended, Lorne returned to the bedroom and looked at the bed faintly.

At this time, Astraea, who had tortured him, was riding on a pillow, lying on the bed like a dead pig and sleeping soundly. From time to time, she would smack her lips and murmur in her sleep.

 “Wine…well…good wine…have another sip…”

Lorne lowered his eyelids and stuffed the goddess of justice into the quilt with a blank expression.

That rough and straightforward look is like a senior chef who has been killing fish at RT-Mart for twenty years, facing a fish that has just been caught on the chopping board.

No matter how hard the other party tries, his body and mind are already as cold as the knife in his hand.

Because before drinking, Astraya’s IQ was barely passing.

 After drinking, her IQ has been successfully reduced to a negative number.

 And it is impossible for people to have ideas about idiots.

　　After doing all this, Lorne turned around and went out without hesitation, without a trace of nostalgia.

By the way, in order to prevent this drunkard from running out and causing harm to others, he also specially added a ban on the door.

The breeze from the sea blew by, and the lingering smell on my body seemed to have not dissipated.

 No, wash again!

The God of Dionysus, who had just been ruined, rushed decisively to the beach with a psychological shadow area of ​​100 kilometers, plunged into the surging sea water, gathered his breath and sank, preparing to soak in the water all night to taste it.

 (End of this chapter)