Several breaths later, Lorne slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.
"Repay with flesh? No problem. How well done do you like it? I will roast it for you right away!"
As he spoke, he walked out of the tent with a righteous and stern expression.
However, just as he lifted the cloth curtain, a fair hand as white as jade pressed down on Lorne's shoulder, making him unable to move even an inch.
"No need to trouble yourself. I like the ready-made ones."
Accompanied by warm breath, a languid yet ambiguous low whisper entered his ear canal, bringing a tingling and numbing itch.
At the same time, a swallowing sound came from behind.
"Gulp~"
The beautiful head inched closer toward a certain grand-disciple's back neck.
The nasal breath gradually became heavier as the curling pink tongue scraped across the somewhat dry cherry lips, leaving a patch of moist luster in the darkness.
She was really hungry...
But facing such an erotic and ambiguous scene, there was not the slightest bit of flirtatious feeling in Lorne's heart.
On the contrary, all the muscles in his body tensed instinctively and his heart pounded like a heavy drum.
At the same time, the fine hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up.
—It was a kind of biological stress response.
Just like a little white mouse being stared at by a venomous snake in the darkness, instinctively entering a state of alert and wanting to escape.
He knew she was not talking about that kind of eating either.
However, the arm that had landed on his shoulder felt as heavy as a infinite ton, making Lorne unable to move even a fraction.
In the end, he could only helplessly sense that the shadow behind him was continuously approaching... approaching...
"Swish!"
Just when the two figures inside the tent were about to completely press together, the tightly closed cloth curtain was violently lifted as a figure staggered and squeezed in between the two of them, pushing the Hecate behind away and directly pouncing onto Lorne's body.
"Good... good wine, drink! I want to drink more!"
Astraea?
Looking at the goddess of justice in his arms who was searching around everywhere and occasionally mumbling a few hazy words.
Lorne was first stunned, then inspiration struck as he quickly supported this golden-haired drunkard and revealed an annoyed expression.
"I already told you not to drink so much. Look at you, running around even when drunk. Come come, I will send you back to rest right now."
As he spoke, the young man lifted the cloth curtain and stepped out with pretended calm.
Forward, unobstructed.
After exiting the camp tent door, Lorne immediately supported the dead-drunk Astraea and rushed at full speed toward this goddess of justice's tent.
The two figures, one male and one female, gradually disappeared into the thick night.
Cold wind poured into the room through the fluttering cloth curtain.
"Pa!"
The purple-haired goddess with thin clothing forcefully raised both hands and slapped her own burning cheeks, rubbing them hard, awakening the rationality in her heart.
Damn it, all because of those four idiots at sea, which caused her to use quite a lot of [origin].
Otherwise, she would not have shown such a goofy side.
Hecate raised her head, looked through a slit that had been cut open at some unknown time at the top of the tent, toward the night sky where the starlight was unusually brilliant.
Her purple eyes slightly narrowed, feeling somewhat depressed and unhappy.
Moreover, it was in front of [her].
Then, the purple-haired goddess sighed, trying hard to cool down a certain craving inside her body and murmured in a low voice.
Forget it, the current matter is not important.
Wait a little longer, wait a little longer...
It's only been [irrigated] five times.
The [fruit] has not yet reached the time to truly [mature]...
But...
However, before she could comfort herself much, Hecate could not help licking her dry cherry lips as a trace of unwillingness and resentment flashed in her eyes.
He smells so good...
~~
At the same time, in front of the embers of the campfire.
That was close!
Lorne glanced at the tent behind him shrouded in the night curtain and could not help raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat that had appeared on his forehead.
He breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
Although he did not know what kind of madness that woman was having, his instinct told him:
The Hecate at that time was very dangerous.
The farther away from that woman, the better!
Fortunately Astraea appeared in time.
Otherwise, that woman might really have swallowed him alive.
However, there was still a problem.
How did Astraea get in?
Was she not just asleep earlier?
Moreover, if he remembered correctly, there was Hecate's authority interfering around the tent?
Could it be...
A murmur rose in Lorne's heart and he subconsciously turned his gaze to the side.
"Good wine, drink! Keep drinking!"
At this moment, a certain dead-drunk figure suddenly sat up like a corpse and let out a bold shout.
Then, before Lorne could react, he felt a patch of darkness in front of his eyes and his breathing became somewhat stagnant.
Because two justice melons had completely covered his eyes.
"Another jug!"
A certain goddess of justice had hazy eyes.
Like an octopus, she hugged the nearby "large wine jug" into her arms and caressed it lovingly.
At the same time, that flushed drunken face rubbed up and down against the smooth and slender bottle body.
The hazy drunken eyes overflowed with hearty infatuation.
"Yes! Yes!"
Seeing that he could not hold her off, Lorne hurriedly unfastened the wine pouch at his waist and stuffed it to the drunkard who was groping him up and down.
After getting what she wanted, Astraea, who was already completely muddled from drinking, sat up like a corpse again, then impatiently snatched the wine pouch and gulped it down wildly.
As the heavy wine surged upward, this goddess of justice's steps became even more staggering.
In the end, she could barely walk at all.
With no choice, Lorne supported this unrepentant goddess of justice and tried hard to drag her toward his own tent.
But it seemed that because the wine bug had gone to her brain, even while being dragged, this fellow did not forget to pull out the wooden stopper as she walked and took several gulps from the full jug of wine from time to time.
Lorne dodged the wine splashing from the pouch while controlling the randomly groping and running Astraea.
In the end, after expending quite a lot of effort, he barely managed to drag the dead-drunk and heavy goddess of justice to the front of the tent.
"Alright, we are already at the doorstep. You have also finished drinking the wine. Why not put down this empty wine pouch?"
As he pulled open the cloth curtain, Lorne's gaze touched the empty wine pouch that Astraea was hugging in her arms like a treasure as his face blackened and he immediately scolded her.
Then casually pulled the empty wine pouch from this drunkard's arms, raised his hand, and accurately threw it into the grass beside the road.
And only then did his heart feel much more comfortable.
Although he was the wine god, he had never had a good impression of excessive drinking.
"Wine! My wine!"
However, the high drunkard sensed the loss of the treasure in her arms and immediately pressed down on the culprit, searching everywhere.
In the end, after those hazy drunken eyes looked around, they locked onto a certain narrow-top-wide-bottom, slender-shaped object before those azure eyes sparkled brightly and immediately pounced on it excitedly.
"A big one! There is a big one here!"
In the midst of cheerful and unclear mumbling, a certain goddess of justice who had completely lost herself to alcohol tightly hugged the "wine" that had been lost and regained, and looked full of weight and could not help leaning her head over, happily rubbing her ear against it.
Instantly, Lorne who had been pounced to the ground forcefully pulled away the head that had drilled into his chest and was rubbing wildly.
With a black face, he shook it repeatedly for several rounds until the brain inside was shaken evenly and one could even vaguely hear the sound of waves crashing.
Only then did he let go and grumble with annoyance.
"Hey hey hey! Astraea, what kind of eyes are those? Look clearly! I am a person! Not your wine jug!"
Stare~~
The goddess of justice tried hard to widen her azure eyes and seriously looked at the slender object beneath her that was protesting, full of confusion.
Stare again~~
Gradually, a burst of bright light rose from the depths of those pupils as realization dawned on the flushed face.
"Mm, it can... it can even talk? It must taste even better! I want to taste it!"
Immediately, amid excited cheers, a certain drunkard whose brain mush had already been shaken, evenly stretched out one claw like an iron clamp to tightly grip and fix the bottle neck.
Her other claw groped upward.
At the same time, she buried her head, flaring her nostrils and sniffing around everywhere, intending to open the seal as quickly as possible and drink to her heart's content.
What felt even worse was that those hands were not honest at all.
They kept groping in the darkness, seemingly trying to find the part for "open and drink," wanting to pull out the "wooden stopper" of the "wine jug."
"Take your hands off! Do not grab my face!"
"Idiot, why are you groping downward?! Stop it!"
"Saliva, your saliva is dripping onto my clothes!"
For a moment, Lorne, who was being molested inside the tent, busily dealt with Astraea's restless claws.
However, whether it was because the wine bug was acting up or because her brain had been shaken evenly, no matter how many times the young man pushed this drunkard away, Astraea would stubbornly pounce on him again.
In the end, she looked like she was still not satisfied as she pressed down on a certain wine god, and intoxicatedly took deep breaths of the rich wine aroma coming from this "large wine jug."
"Just one sip! Let me have just one sip!"
With this kind of behavior, it was definitely her, no doubt about it.
She was so capable of tormenting others.
No wonder she got up from the bed and found her way all the way to his bedroom.
How could he have associated this woman with the one on the island?
He really had a problem with his brain!
Inside the tent, after struggling several times, Lorne chose to let the sticky candy on top of him act wildly while drunk, then used both hands to protect the area above his head and neck, clamped his legs tightly, and finally used all his strength to barely drag Astraea up from the ground.
A certain wine god who had been tormented to the point of exhaustion had a squeezed-dry expression on his face and secretly swore with a look of having nothing left to live for.
'Kill me if I ever drink with this idiot again in the future!'
"Good wine... delicious..."
Meanwhile, Astraea, who was hanging on the "wine bottle" like a koala, had both arms wrapped tightly around Lorne's neck, burping from time to time, seemingly quite satisfied as if she had just drunk to her fill.
'Virtual toasting, huh? I give up on you...'
Seeing Astraea in this state, Lorne was left speechless.
Among the people he knew, he had never met anyone with such terrible alcohol tolerance.
"Bang!"
Finally, after staggering to the bedside, Lorne breathed a sigh of relief as he pried off Astraea, who had started rubbing against him again, and threw her onto the bed.
But due to the entanglement along the way, the heavy smell of alcohol had already covered his entire body.
Feeling depressed, he could only activate the Protection of the Sea to thoroughly clean himself along with his clothes from the outside to the inside.
Only after cleaning himself did he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Is... is it you? Lo... Lorne?"
At this moment, Astraea seemed to have been awakened by the surge of magic power.
She regained a bit of consciousness, sat up unsteadily from the bed, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes as she leaned closer and mumbled.
"Why... why are you in my room?"
"Of course it is because I was sending you back!"
While tidying up the messy things inside the tent, Lorne rolled his eyes at Astraea and complained.
"Alright, hurry up and enter meditative sleep to sober up. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"No!"
However, just as Lorne was about to walk out, the half-drunk and half-sober Astraea suddenly seemed stimulated as she grabbed the figure in front of her and skillfully pounced on the wine god, pinning him onto the bed, intoxicatedly sniffing hard on his body.
"Mm, so fragrant... It is the smell I like...!"
Amid the unclear mumbling, the goddess of justice flared her nostrils, her eyes sparkling brightly.
With a silly smile on her flushed cheeks, she slowly leaned closer.
To be fair, aside from her carefree personality, this second-generation goddess of justice was top-tier in both figure and appearance.
As the two heavy justice fruits swept across from above.
Lorne, who had been teased several times, could not help but feel a moment of daze.
A trace of indescribable... flirtatiousness and fantasy arose in his heart...
His own tent was still occupied by Hecate.
After what had just happened, he definitely could not go back.
Actually, the magic travel tent he had prepared had quite a large bed.
At this time, the moist lips above were tender and alluring, like crystal-clear delicious jelly.
Three inches... two inches... one inch...
The beautiful head stopped.
The goddess, who had shed her usual carefree personality, held Lorne's cheeks.
Her eyes were intoxicated, her chest trembled slightly, and her moving lips opened and closed several times as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
The slightly tipsy face reflected in his eyes, and Lorne's heartbeat could not help but speed up a little.
Finally, the goddess of justice's throat moved as she opened her mouth and poured out the voice she had been suppressing for a long time.
"Burp~!"
In an instant, accompanied by a muffled thunder-like buzz, a smell mixed with the sour rot of fermented food and the fishy stench of alcohol rushed out from her stomach, through the esophagus and throat, and sprayed directly onto Lorne's mouth and nose face-to-face.
...
.....
In that moment, Lorne's face turned from red to green, from green to blue, and finally from blue to black.
Veins bulged on his forehead like furious earthworms, wriggling under his skin.
His tense facial muscles twitched violently, and his skyrocketing blood pressure rushed straight to his brain.
I fucking...
After taking several deep breaths, Lorne endured the urge to commit a crime.
Then pushed Astraea off his body, rushed out of the tent at full speed, and once again used his ocean authority to wash himself thoroughly from the inside out three times.
He was no longer clean...
After the cleansing from body to soul was completed, Lorne returned to the bedroom and looked faintly toward the bed.
At this time, Astraea, who had finished tormenting him, was riding the pillow like a dead pig, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, smacking her lips from time to time and let out unclear sleep talk.
"Wine... mm... good wine... one more sip..."
Lorne lowered his eyelids and expressionlessly stuffed the justice goddess, who was lying naked across the bed, into the quilt.
His rough and straightforward manner was just like an old master who had been killing fish at the supermarket for twenty years facing a fish that had just been placed on the cutting board.
No matter how the other party struggled, his body and mind were already as cold as the knife in his hand.
Because before drinking, Astraea's intelligence was still barely passing.
After drinking, her intelligence had successfully dropped to negative numbers.
And people cannot possibly have ideas about idiots.
After doing all this, Lorne turned around and walked out without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.
By the way, to prevent this drunkard from running out again and harming others, he specially added a restriction on the door.
The sea breeze blew past, and the lingering smell on his body seemed to have not completely dissipated yet.
No, he needed to wash again!
The wine god who had just been tormented carried a psychological shadow area of hundreds of kilometers.
He decisively rushed toward the beach, dove headfirst into the surging seawater, restrained his aura and sank down, preparing to soak in the water all night to remove the smell.
(End of this chapter)