Not scum not happy

Takano Sosumi has never been a guy who plays by the rules.

This can be seen from his previous interactions with three women at the same time. Although he can't remember the details, Zong Chun still remembers that this kind of three-footed boat was not established by hiding each other from them, that is, It is said that this is the fact that the three girlfriends acquiesced when they knew each other's existence.

This may be able to see his ability from the side.

As the only son of the shrine lord, his family property is at least above average, if not top-notch. If you add handsome looks and a clear mind, and can coax girls, then it will be unfavorable in society.

In other words, he is really arrogant.

Of course, he is seldom arrogant to the point of being annoying, but he acts more according to his own will - if you use a nice way of saying it, this is true temperament, if you put it in a bad way, it is unscrupulous.

Although he is not proud of it, Zong Chun is also very clear that he has enough capital; he will neither be so stupid as to think that Lao Tzu is the best in the world, nor will he underestimate himself too much.

However, in the first period of time when he arrived in this world, he was quite depressed.

This world is different from your own world.

In the world of magicians, to be more precise, during the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, family background and appearance have become irrelevant. The seven magicians compared each other's strength, resourcefulness, and intelligence. The timing and grasp of the situation, even off-the-market tricks and a little bit of luck.

The things accumulated before are worthless here, just like the brave who was beaten back to LV1 after opening a new file, he had to re-level to accumulate capital.

Although there are similar worlds in this world that ordinary people live in, since he has already been involved in it, why does he pretend to be an ostrich and bury his head in the sand, pretending that he can't see it all and know nothing? Know how to live?

It was not until Qingxu finally died that he was liberated from the oppression and urgency.

Qingxu's threat to him did not come from his great strength, but from the control of the tentacle monster by the teaching of Luoyan City.

Maybe old man Jiantong is terrifying, even more terrifying than Qingxu, but the other party doesn't have any means to contain him, so the next step is just to use each other's ability and use each other.

Even if someone kills him one day, it just proves that the opponent is better. Zong Chun is not afraid of such a confrontation.

This is a completely new world for him, all the fetters of the past no longer exist, in other words, things that can restrain him no longer exist, before it can be said to be a low-key accumulation of RP, but now, he has What else needs to be taken into account?

Although Sakura is far more sensitive than others, but such an answer is obviously too esoteric for her, and the confusion on her face is even stronger.

Just when she was about to ask further questions, she suddenly saw something out of the corner of her eye.

It was a gray flying insect—although by insect standards, it was obviously larger—a huge flying insect that appeared in this season, and it was obviously not a natural species.

Matou Ying flinched unconsciously, and the flying insects flew around her in the air.

Takano Sosumi was very displeased with the bug that disturbed their conversation. He didn't know if he sensed his emotions. After a sound like a whip cracking through the air, the bug was pulled out of the air by a tentacle. I know where I was dragged.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zong Chun always feels that after devouring the textbook of Luoyu city, the IQ of the tentacle monster has improved a lot.

He smiled with satisfaction, looked at the girl whose eyes widened in surprise, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"...Grandpa told us to go to the basement... room." After hesitating for a while, Sakura still didn't remind him that the insects that hadn't been removed just now were the mouthpiece of Zouken.

"It's really troublesome." Zong Chun muttered in a low voice, and naturally took the girl's hand, "No way... let's go."

***

I don't know if all the underground passages are like this.

Dark, damp, cold, and that unique smell of decayed soil.

When walking down the wooden stairs to the basement, Zong Chun had a sense of seeing that he was still in Qingbeard's magic workshop.

He doesn't like this feeling.

Frowning tightly, he didn't see the shriveled old man standing in the basement until his eyes adapted to the dark environment.

The basement is strangely empty. Although the space is less than five tatami mats (approximately 8 square meters), there are no furnishings.

Apart from the stair passage where Zongchun and Sakura came down, there was only a wooden door leading to nowhere behind Zouken.

"Sakura, come here." Zou Yan called the girl's name, which made Zong Chun feel a little strange, because in any case, this tone could not be said to be the kindness of a grandfather to his granddaughter, but like an order from a master to a slave.

The hand that had been holding hands with the girl felt a force in an instant. After Sakura unconsciously pinched Zongchun's hand, she immediately let it go, maintaining Zongchun's expressionless face the first time she saw her, walked to In front of Zouyan.

"Sakura is such a good boy, he is much more obedient than your Uncle Kariya. He is almost unable to hold on now, but it is still useful—Sakura, will you 'help' him?" Matou Weng The word "help" is emphasized.

"Yes, Grandpa." Matou Sakura replied obediently.

Zouken smiled in satisfaction, and the round-headed cane was pressed against the girl's throat. Sakura swallowed obviously, and the old man let out a disgusting "hoho" laugh, and the cane slid further and further until the girl's lower abdomen.

And the moment the crutch left the girl's body, Sakura suddenly showed pain, covered the place where the crutch had just left with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, and lay down on the ground and retched.

"Uh, uh—cough, cough, cough!"

The girl's arched back was trembling from the severe pain, her hands were gripping the ground tightly, even her nails were turned outwards, and the knuckles of her fingers were turning white, but... except for the sound of retching, she didn't make a sound pain.

This painful period lasted for about 5 minutes, but afterward, as if getting used to the pain, Matou Sakura's trembling back gradually calmed down, she just kept pumping, and after a long time, she finally He spat out a ball of something that was still moving, and he didn't know what to say. Before Zong Chun could see it clearly, Zou Yan took it away.

Sakura, who spit out the ball, was like a puddle of ooze, and fell to the ground exhausted, panting lightly.

Zong Chun, who was watching the play from the side, stepped forward at this moment.

If the expressionless Sakura from before was compared to a shield or a protective shell, then this layer of protective shell has completely disappeared at this time, and the girl who fell on the ground looked unexpectedly defenseless, like a bird curled up in a ball. However, the strangest thing is that the expression on her face is not the initial pain at all, but a flush as bright as peach and plum.

Zong Chun secretly guessed what the thing that was just spit out was.

If it was an ordinary six-year-old boy, he would probably only think that Sakura is weird now, but Zongjun understands what the girl has just experienced.

As a 22-year-old normal male who once had three girlfriends, Zong Chun is definitely not unfamiliar with that expression, it is... the aftertaste of a female orgasm.

Due to the difference in body structure between men and women, unlike men who have to go through puberty to truly experience the pleasure of being a man, women will have sexual pleasure even before menarche, but at that time the body has not yet Just fully developed.

At this time, what appeared on Matou Sakura was such a contradictory state, she was still a young child, but her appearance at this moment was no different from that of a mature woman.

Obviously, it wasn't the first time Sakura experienced this feeling.

She probably didn't know what the wonderful feeling produced by her body meant, so she didn't have the slightest sense of shame, and she clearly revealed the joy on her face.

For Sakura, this may be the only feeling that can make her feel happy when staying in Matou's house. It is like taking drugs, because she is too young and has no self-control instinct to unconsciously chase this feeling.

(... Is Matou Sakura really the granddaughter of this old man?)

Even Takano Munezumi couldn't help frowning, he didn't think it was an unintentional act, and he didn't know what strange things Zouken did to Sakura, but it was undoubtedly too much for a young girl. If Sakura had the consciousness of what she had done, she would probably collapse easily.

From this point of view, it may be a good thing for Sakura that she has not yet been able to generate her own consciousness.

While Zong Chun was hesitating, Zouken had already opened the wooden door behind him with the thing Sakura spit out.

"—Hey, why don't you come in and take a look?"

Although there is no clear title, Zong Chun knows that he is asking himself.

He took a quick glance at Sakura who was still limp on the ground, enjoying the aftertaste, and then quickly looked away as if he didn't want to see this scene.

After a little hesitation, Zongchun stepped over Sakura's body and walked to the wooden door Zouken opened.

"……!This is!"

Even for Ryunosuke's art, Zongjun, who had never been shocked, could not control his voice for the first time.

Everything in front of me is too visually impactful.

The floor of the room behind the wooden door is significantly lower than that outside the door, and what fills this distance is an endless sea of ​​insects.

Obviously, he has also seen tentacles like a tide, but Zong Chun still feels a little creepy at this moment.

On the wall facing the wooden door, there was a figure with both hands tied by iron chains, half-hanging in the air. Because this person's body was completely covered by insects, it was impossible to tell who it was.

...No, it's actually still noticeable.

"Ho ho, ho ho ho... How is it? This is the insect technique of my Matou family. It's very good, right?" Zouken laughed as if a dry tree trunk was being sawn open.

Zong Chun didn't answer, his gaze focused on the pale hair of the half-hanging man.

Perhaps hearing Zouken's voice, the white-haired magician—Matou Kariya raised his head, and his unfocused gaze met the boy's eyes.