Attack on Titan (8)

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Chapter 　　Eight

********** ...　　　　　　It was dark inside, and after a while, I finally saw the lewd scene inside. Sure enough—a glutton! 　　"My darling girl, come, drink with your instructor, drink, drink a glass! This is the legendary wine, you've never tried it , haha." In the dim light, Sasha, my woman, with her delicate white hands , happily squeezed the small wine bottle held by bald Keane, her eyes glazed over as she hiccuped. 　　The already inflamed bald Keane brazenly wrapped his arms around Sasha's slender waist, his wine glass maliciously moving to her lips as he gulped down the wine. Sasha, her face flushed, slapped the instructor's hands while opening her alluring mouth to let him pour . Perhaps the impatient instructor poured too quickly; my girlfriend Sasha's small mouth was too delicate, and the surging liquor slowly flowed down her chin, over her collarbone, and across the alluring cleavage of her deep-cut dress, seeping into the bra I had crafted for her. 　　Watching the two of them so intimately gazing at me, an uncontrollable heat rose within me. I had just been thinking about how to train Sasha to satisfy my cuckoldry fetish. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, without my intervention, it was already before my eyes. A burning heat rose between my legs… 　　In this filthy private room where the instructors rested, in the dim light without candlelight, driven by my perverse desires, I slowly heard the soft, rustling sounds of undressing coming from across the room, sounds that made my heart tremble and filled me with excitement , along with Keane's triumphant, wanton laughter. 　　I shifted slightly, letting my burning, red eyes see clearly the lewd scene between my girlfriend and the instructor. 　　In the darkness, on the clean floor reflecting a faint glow, a naked man and woman were moaning softly. I stared, speechless, writhing. The hazy, dreamlike beauty, the sense of both clarity and indistinctness, added a mysterious allure and intensified my hormones. 　　"Hehe... Instructor... uh... gulp, you're so good, the wine is so delicious, Sasha wants more. Mmm... good instructor, I want more... wine... I want wine... you've taken off my clothes, uh... huff ... my boyfriend won't like it... huff... uh, never mind, I want wine, hmm..." As I was engrossed in this obscene scene, my drunken, alluring wife, Sasha, emitted a seductive moan that made my blood boil. Was this the babbling of a drunken dream? Or was it an unrestrained release of her inherently wanton nature? 　　In the dim light, Sasha's uniquely gleeful laughter, born of the joy of receiving a delicious meal, reached the bald man's ears, yet every word also reached my ears. 　　"Hehe... hehe... Instructor... your head glows..." 　　Then came the sounds of the bald man's thin lips wantonly kissing my woman, the sounds of "smacking" and " smacking "... 　　"Oh... umm... smacking... eeya... yo... ya..." 　　"Hehe, Instructor, uh... be gentle, you're hurting my breasts, ah... Instructor, what are you doing? No... don't touch my pussy like that... it feels so good... huff... only my husband can touch it like that... uh... I won't let you touch it... umm... I want more... I want more... I want wine. Where's my wine?" Sasha cried out weakly, drunkenly, as she was kissed and touched. 　　"Ahaha... Mmm... It smells so good." My woman's wanton moans made . 　　In the dim light, my woman desperately pushed and resisted Instructor Keane's lecherous hands, moaning and twisting her waist , begging for wine... This damned female drunkard, I cursed. Unable to contain my excitement, I reached my left hand into my still-unwashed, swollen cock. Masturbate, masturbate, masturbate, la la la la, masturbate, masturbate... 　　In the dim light, the huge, ugly bald head shamelessly gnawed at my woman's long, round, white , smooth thighs, as if they had been waxed. His thin lips smacked. " 　　So smooth, so fragrant, top-notch... Damn, these rules and regulations in the army are too restrictive. This kind of idiot, top-quality beauty should be locked up at home and taken as she pleases... Hmph... I'm so happy. Smack... Smack. It's a pity that it's a good deal for that brat Allen. I thought you would kill him in a fit of anger. And I would take the opportunity to court-martial you. Lock you in the deepest part of the prison. Hmph... Forever... Forever my sex slave... Ahhhh!" 　　Hearing the bald man's heart-wrenching and vicious words, I was furious... 　　So you're this vicious, you bastard! My whole body trembled violently, cursing in my heart, wanting to kick open the door and rush in to beat this bald man to death. However, no matter how angry I was, I had to endure it. My strength wasn't yet heaven-defying. Once anger clouded my mind and I committed murder, all my previous efforts would be in vain. I hadn't found Sanli yet, and the mission wasn't completed. How could I fall? I grimaced in pain , forcing myself to suppress the murderous intent that throbbed within me. Although my cuckoldry was ingrained, I still didn't want this hateful man to possess the body of the woman I had sworn to marry. 　　In my rage, an even more horrifying scene unfolded before my eyes: the despicable bald man groaned blissfully, his mouth stinking and smack with a triumphant "smack," pulling away from Sasha's beautiful, white leg, which had already been thoroughly sucked. Then, with a lewd slap, he raised his large, thick hand and began to obscenely slap...

My woman Sasha's pert, round, and incredibly cute buttocks... Sasha giggled as she was attacked, her long, white legs, dripping with foul-

smelling saliva wantonly, her smooth, tender little pussy boldly displayed

before the bald, lecherous thief.

Unlike the smooth, white, hairless pussy of my newly acquired woman, Annie, my dear Sasha's pubic

hair was incredibly lush. Thick, dark pubic hair spread upwards, all the way to her deep navel, downwards, reaching

between her fleshy, tingling thighs, clustering around the anus that forever made my heart flutter, and then extending endlessly

to the left and right. Through these months of nightly passion, whenever my Sasha opened

her lower body, which hadn't been bathed after a day of rigorous training, her white, tender, and seductive legs leaped out,

the dense pubic hair on her plump inner thighs as black, lush, and mysterious as the primeval Amazon rainforest. What a

hairy, slutty cunt.

"Pfft... squeak..." I was admiring my hairy woman's wanton cunt and the bulging,

black, steamed-bun-like flesh when a thick, veiny, bristly, and short black hairy penis viciously shoved into her hairy,

pungent cunt. My drunken, lovely woman cried out, "

Ouch

Beads of sweat immediately streamed down her beautiful face.

"Ouch... oh... uh... not Allen, my husband, it's so full... oh... bald guy?... hehehe

... instructor, why are you doing this to me?... be gentle... it's so full..."

Fuck your mother! Seeing the bald man brutally pounding my cute, innocent woman's dark, fleshy pussy with his thick, hairy

black cock, I was instantly enraged: "Fuck you, fuck you, my...

this is mine, this is my hairy pussy, and you fucking fucking me again! I curse you...ahhhhh

! You'll fucking be eaten by giants!"

However, even as I screamed until my throat was hoarse, no sound came out. The bald man inside didn't

see me at all, still frantically pounding into that hairy pussy with "plop," "plop," and "squelch." I

was furious beyond measure. I struggled to reach out, trying to grab the bald man's thick, black cock, to

pull it out of my woman's pussy, and smash it to the ground. Disgusting black cock...but deep down, I

knew I couldn't do anything. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable, and we would both be hurt.

"Heave-ho... Ahhh..." The wicked bald wolf howled as he pulled out his disgusting

cock . His stinking mouth opened wide, and with a slurp, it covered my woman's already dripping wet, pubic area. He

greedily savored the thick, wet labia. Finally, the clown with the filthy, wet

finger withdrew, opened his mouth wide, and with a slurp, sucked on the finger covered in the blue flower's love juice, savoring it with relish

: "Smack!" "Smack!"

"So fragrant, so delicious, the unique wetness of a young girl, slurp... slurp!"

The stinking mouth that was tightly sucking on my woman's thick, fleshy flesh made me nauseous. That lewd tongue

greedily sucked and licked at my woman's fishy, pungent skin, enjoying it. Serving her.

Then, with his unusually large, bony fingers, he pulled apart the smelly, watery, dark bun...

"Ah...so beautiful! So fragrant, it's making me so hungry...woo...mmm...slurp

..."

Before he could finish speaking, the bald man lowered his head deeply, and his nauseatingly foul-smelling tongue plunged into my woman

's lovely, glistening, red, smelly slit in the darkness. His clumsy, fat tongue, again

and again, disgustingly sucked every last drop of the pure, fragrant, lustful fluid from the red slit into his mouth,

then swallowed it with gurgling sounds, cheering loudly.

"So sweet...wow...so horny...so sweet!"

"Hehe...so itchy...it's killing me...instructor!" My woman became even more aroused from the licking.

The bald man tilted his head back happily, his disgusting, greasy tongue lolling out as he savored the pungent, sweet taste of my woman's

love juice.

"Is it good?... Uh... Want some more? Bring me some more." My woman pouted,

stretched out her snow-white hand in front of the bald man, and said with a smile.

"Haha, okay," the bald man said, waving his hand and immediately taking out another small bottle of wine from the cabinet,

displaying it to my woman, who was intoxicated. Sasha clapped her hands with delight, her legs immediately spreading wide in a wanton manner

.

"Great, great, I like it, you eat it... I'll give you pee... I'll drink wine... Sasha

drinks wine, the instructor drinks pee... Hahaha...!"

The evil bald man laughed heartily, while I gritted my teeth in hatred, he grabbed my woman's plump little buttocks,

kissing and sucking them wantonly, making slurping sounds.

"Oh, oh, so fragrant."

The bald man, unable to contain himself any longer after sucking up the remaining fishy fluid, yanked open

my woman's shapely legs and thrust his hard, thick penis into her alluring cunt…

"So comfortable! Such a hairy, exquisite little cunt, the pure, fresh, fishy, fragrant juices!"

The bald man tilted his head back, closed his lustful eyes, and happily enjoyed the intense,

pleasurable thrusting of his large black penis into my beloved woman's hairy pussy. It made heartbreaking "plop, plop" sounds.

Soon, under the vigorous swaying of my beloved woman's hips, he too could not hold back. The panting

bald man pressed hard against the deep walls of her uterus, shaking violently like a sieve. One ugly, one beautiful, one old

, one young, incongruously intertwined, forming a hideous and obscene picture…

I knew that the drunk Sasha would never be at the training ground today. The lecherous instructor would surely find some

excuse to keep her behind for some clandestine "punishment." I don't even know what I was feeling when I left

the instructor's office. 　　As

my sweet, innocent woman

moaned , I ejaculated...

Enduring the discomfort of my damp crotch, I went to the military camp's equestrian training grounds...

**************** ...

However, it's still inconvenient in many situations. Therefore, in this technologically underdeveloped world, the ideal mode of transportation

is horseback riding.

In this era where only the wealthy and powerful can afford to keep horses, most horses are concentrated in the military. Riding skills

are indeed an indispensable skill for soldiers, and a compulsory course in training corps.

Looking around, many trainees in the riding arena are leading their military horses, practicing intently.

This wasn't the first riding lesson. Some of the faster soldiers could already ride at high speeds, while the slower ones could

walk slowly. Allen looked back at his own horse, his head spinning.

The military horse assigned to Allen was called Little Lion. It was tall, jet black, and glossy, with strong and well-

developed limbs and tendons—clearly a fine horse, which was quite a pleasant surprise. However,

the made Allen unable to smile. No matter what he did, every time he mounted the horse, he

was thrown off　　 by the aggressive black horse

. "Be good, and I'll secretly give you extra food tonight," Allen said, undeterred, as he

approached again.

"Hiss—!"

The black horse raised its head high, its mane shaking, and neighed at Allen. Its muscles were tense, its limbs

pawing restlessly at the grass, its rear end facing him, ready to kick at any moment. This aura immediately forced Allen

back a few steps .

"I'll teach you a lesson, see if you still dare to be arrogant." Allen was already depressed because his beloved woman had been drugged

and raped in the instructor's office. He finally lost his temper. After enduring so much

frustration for so long, Allen finally couldn't hold back and swung his fist to meet the attack.

"Stop!" A sweet shout stopped Allen's violence.

Not far away, a girl riding a horse called out, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Allen. She skillfully controlled

the reins, guiding the horse to slowly back down. She skillfully dismounted, and a fragrant breeze wafted over, making Allen's eyes light up.

"Don't bully the warhorses, they're our silent comrades. Don't bully them, communicate with them properly

."

Christa Lance, a gentle, kind-hearted, blonde-haired girl with big eyes, is known for her healing beauty.

Although they haven't known each other for long, she's already the most popular girl among the 104th Training Corps, her aura

completely overshadowing Annie and the other girls.

Allen shrugged, helplessly saying, "How can you blame me? This stubborn horse Christa has a grudge against me,

it won't let me ride it."

"You can't blame it." Christa walked past Allen towards the restless black horse.

"Careful, don't go any closer!" Unlike the agile Allen, Christa was unusually petite and

looked very fragile. If she startled the horse, there would definitely be danger.

Christa ignored Allen's warning and slowly approached.

"Don't be afraid, it's alright." As Christa approached, the black horse became even more agitated,

neighing , grinding its teeth, and breathing rapidly...

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Christa, with a kind and warm smile, fearlessly reached out and stroked the black horse's neck,

rhythmically stroking its mane. Soon, the frenzied black horse calmed down under Christa's soothing touch, affectionately

nuzzling against the girl's beautiful face.

"Some animals are very sensitive to changes in their environment, and this one was just frightened by the sudden change of location,

hence its agitation. Actually, it should be a very easy child to get along with." Christa explained to Allen with a smile as she

comforted the black horse.

"Now you can try again."

Under Christa's guidance, Allen mounted the black horse again. This time, the black horse indeed did not

react violently, quietly allowing Allen to ride on its back.

"Huh? It's really all right now." Finally able to mount the horse steadily, Eren,

riding felt a surge of joy at the bittersweet relief. The frustration of his beloved woman being manipulated by someone else

vanished completely.

"Thank you so much, Christa."

Christa quickly waved her hand, blinking her large eyes, and said, "It's nothing, we're all comrades,

no need for that."

Christa was happy, opening her cherry-like lips to say no, waving her small hands as well.

"What do you want? Get away from Christa!" Eren's gratitude was interrupted by a sharp voice. A

girl with a neutral, androgynous appearance rushed over, grabbing Christa in her left arm and staring sharply at Eren.

With a short ponytail, narrow eyes, and light freckles on her face, she was clearly an unattractive woman. She was Ymir, who was close to

Christa .

Ellen, resentful at being scolded, thought, "You're not a beauty..." She dismounted and landed in front of the two women,

not avoiding their gaze, and said, "Does Christa need your approval to befriend whomever she wants?"

"Bastard..."

"Ymir, stop talking." Krista tugged at Ymir's right hand, interrupting their

heated , and said, "I was just... I was just teaching Ellen some riding skills. You misunderstood.

" "

Is that so?" Ymir stared at Krista for a moment.

"Hmph, don't get close to people with ill intentions next time."

Ellen watched the two women walk away, scratched her head in annoyance, then turned and walked towards her black horse, focusing intently on

practicing her horsemanship.

(To be continued)

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