A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 44: Return (3) *

How long has it been since I was in a good mood, and the orcs were in a good mood, and everyone was in a win-win situation?

"Kuu! It's time!"

An orc ran up and announced the time.

What time?

I'm having fun while I'm having fun.

I was appalled by the orcs who broke the good mood, but I guess it was important to the orcs.

"Kwuu"

"It's a shame."

"It's time already?"

"Oh... "

The cocks that made me feel good just a moment ago disappear before my eyes.

I don't know what time is. Is it more important than sex?

I looked at them with regret, but the orcs also turned away from me as if they had no choice.

There seems to be some important reason. But what does that have to do with me?

"Woman, come here."

The orc who told me the time grabs my arm and helps me up.

For a moment, my heart raced as I thought it might be a new dick, but it was nothing.

He started taking me somewhere.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Even if you ask, there is no answer.

I don't want to tell you anything, so let's just follow along...

"... "Where am I?"

A wide space appeared.

It's not comparable to Wirdi's rare that I saw a while ago, but it's still a large space for a cave. There was an orc shaman in the middle of it.

"Cow. "Did you bring it?"

The orc shaman who was in the midst of a mood frowned when he saw me covered in semen.

"Female. It stinks."

Ugh. Is that so?

It doesn't smell bad to me, but it looks different between them.

Sigh!

As the shaman gave instructions, another orc poured water on me from somewhere.

It was cold.

The semen that was stuck to my body fell off, and when my head cooled down in the cold water, I started to come to my senses.

Ah...

You committed it.

What were you thinking?

They say it's okay to die from a dick, or that all you need is a dick...

It was a frighteningly weak effect.

The good news is that she just thought about it and didn't put it into action.

It was tempting, but honestly, anyone can do that, right?

So, I didn't really create dark history. Right?

Let's say so...

Just when I was sinking in a sense of self-destruction.

"Dream. Get ready!"

"Get ready!"

"I will prepare!"

Following the orc shaman's words, several other orcs busily moved around.

I looked at it closely to take my eyes off my past.

Draw a circle on the floor, draw another shape inside it, and draw another shape inside it.

This is a magic circle, right?

Although it was crooked, it had a clear magic circle shape considering it was drawn by an orc.

I thought monsters only used magic. Could you use a magic circle?

It was newly discovered that it was not true. When I played before, I used Orc! See! Kill! Because it was. There was no time to look closely.

A magic circle that slowly begins to glow as the shaman chants something.

Through that small light, I could see a little bit beyond the shaman.

One strong man and one fat man.

The coachman and the baron were there.

It seemed like they found me there too.

The Baron tried to scream, but before he could, he was hit on the back of the head by the orc next to him and his mouth was shut.

Whenever I see him getting beaten, my heart sinks. He's an orc who almost made me renew my dark history, but honestly, looking at him like that makes me feel grateful.

Eventually, the entire magic circle began to glow, and the orc shaman raised his voice.

"Cow! Now we have started—-"

『There you are.』

Kwaaang!

Grumble! Kurung!

Before the shaman could finish speaking, a woman's voice rang out in the air, and the ceiling shattered.

Huge boulders, the diameter of which was as tall as I was, fell.

"Kkuek!"

"It's collapsing!"

"Avoid!"

Orcs are frantic and running in all directions.

However, as the ceiling collapsed, there was no place to escape, so some were crushed to death.

Boom!!

A large rock fell next to me. It was the biggest risk of death since I started playing this game.

Still, I wish I could live.

Let's carefully raise our heads and take a look to see what happened.

Tak.

Wirdi landed lightly on the ceiling, which was open so that the sky could be seen.

Comforting the shaman.

Just the motion of falling from above reduced the Orc Shaman to a pulp. After all, it is a dragon.

Wait, Wirdi?

Quickly hide yourself behind a rock.

Although it is said to be the Baron's fault, it is all the same for not being able to protect it. If you get caught, you don't know what will happen.

"Master, I have come."

"Oh, oh! Wirdy! "Are you here?"

The Baron was pleased.

"Hmm. Hmm. Why did you come now! "Let me be like this!"

I started to get angry for no reason.

It would have been nice if you had come to save me. What about the honor of a nobleman?

No matter how many times I see it, I don't understand what honor is.

"Forgive me for being late. Master... "

Wurdi, just like Wurdi, is dying again.

"Done! I will go back and discuss this! Quickly take me to the mansion!"

"All right. However... "

Wirdi looked around.

"What else?"

"Where is Soira? Probably around here... "

"Hey. Does that bitch matter now? This is what I am doing! That's it, so take me quickly!!"

"... All right. "Please catch me."

He must have seen me when the magic circle glowed, but the Baron seemed to want to leave right away and couldn't think of anything else.

What on earth happened while you were away from me? For now, let's not imagine...

Understand!

Wirdi hugged the Baron and kicked the ground hard.

With just that, it can jump several meters and disappear beyond the hole in the ceiling.

Did you go?

You went, right?

Phew...

Only then did she get up from behind the rock she was hiding under.

She thought she was going to die.

She almost died when the rock fell, and her heart sank when she looked around.

Still, I survived.

Fuck you for surviving!

Other orcs were either crushed to death or ran away when the ceiling collapsed. The only ones left here were the coachman and I.

The coachman also survived. He was someone I didn't have any ill feelings towards, so I'm glad he's still alive.

I guess the series of events was too stimulating for the average person. I approached the coachman who was in a daze and spoke to him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"... Ah?"

Even when spoken to, the coachman was unable to come to his senses for a while, and only after some time had passed did he respond.

"Are you okay? If there is no answer this time, I will leave it behind."

"Ah. It's okay!"

The eyes, which gradually became more focused, slowly looked downward, and then quickly raised their gaze to the sky.

"Well, but... Excuse me... "

"Yes? Ah... "

Now that I think about it, I was naked.

The wind coming through the open ceiling cools the water-soaked body.

I could see that my nipples were stiff, not because of excitement, but because I was cold.

Would it be a bit provocative for someone who is not used to women?

There are a few pairs of underwear in the inventory, but...

"I lost my clothes... "

"Yeah, that's right. So do i. Haha... "

I decided to pretend not to know.

I thought it would be more fun that way.

It was a bit amusing to see the coachman glancing at my body while looking away.

Pretending not to do so, he quickly glances over her breasts and vagina. Do you think she didn't notice?

It even felt cute compared to the Baron who openly massaged her breasts and buttocks.

Hmm... Well, the effect of the weak medicine may not have completely disappeared yet.

"I'm trying to run away now, what are you going to do?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Would you like to go together?"

"... ! Yes, yes. Please!"

What on earth happened to me in a place I don't know?

The desperation that clung to me, forgetting to even look at my body, was heartbreaking.

"Then I will go up first. Please follow me."

"Yes!"

In the collapsed cave, it seemed like you could get to the ceiling if you climbed on the rocks well.

However, it is possible because I am a character with high abilities, but it would be difficult for the coachman, who is an ordinary NPC.

Even if it's an NPC, you can see it, so why leave it alone?

I guess I should help here.

Jump up the rock first and hold out your hand to the driver.

Then the coachman holds my hand and comes up. No matter how much there is a weight difference between us, strength is enough in the game.

Climb the rocks one by one.

The coachman, who was very nervous at first, seems to have become more relaxed now, and his gaze moves here and there.

When you bend down to extend your hand, you can see her chest bobbing due to gravity, and your gaze rests on the tip.

When you lift your leg and step on a rock to climb it, you can catch a glimpse of it.

I could clearly see that there was a battle between the feeling of being able to spy on a woman's body and the feeling of not being able to look at the benefactor who helped me with those eyes.

So I'd rather just let them watch.

I would have said something if I felt too bad about it. That's kind of cute.

As I pretended not to notice, his gaze gradually became more explicit.

He comes a little closer and looks at me, and when I go up, he comes right below me and looks up.

A man who openly steals and a woman who knows but pretends not to notice. No, if I say it this way, it seems like I'm a bit perverted.

Anyway, our strange relationship continued until we climbed all the rocks and escaped through the ceiling.