[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 117 [English]

Chapter 113: Sex after drinking

Generally speaking, the market ends in the afternoon, but there is an exception during the harvest season.Especially the market on the celebration day continues after the sun goes down. The winner of the wrestling competition has been decided, and the singing and dancing entertainment continues one after another. The stalls on the street are hung with lamps, making the street brightly illuminated.

I ate all the food stalls in the market and felt full.Goya kept grabbing food from me all the way without complaining that he was hungry, but he couldn’t move any further when he got to the tavern.

There are regulations on market celebration days, and taverns cannot sell alcohol until the sun goes down (probably because they are afraid that too many people will get drunk in broad daylight and disrupt order).A drunkard like Goya already felt itchy after holding it in all day. As soon as the alcohol sales started, the dog’s nose smelled he. He couldn’t wait to drag me into the tavern, ordered a large glass of ale, and drank half of it in one gulp.

The feeling of having your alcohol addiction satisfied is self-evident.He put down the cup with a happy face, and saw me staring at him eagerly across the way.

“Want to try it?” he said.

I nodded vigorously expectantly.Ale, as the predecessor of beer, has a long history. I have long been curious about what it tastes like.But ale is an unrefined drink for common people. The nobles drink more expensive wines because they believe that wine is better for the body, but ale is not.Therefore, ale was not served in the palace at all, and I had no way of tasting it.

I stared at him with bright eyes, really like a puppy looking at the food in its owner’s hand.Goya was not stingy and handed over the wine can readily.I was overjoyed, holding the cup, imitating he, raising my head and pouring it down.

At this time, people didn’t know about hops. When brewing ale, they would add fruits, honey or other strange spices or herbs. It tasted very strange, maybe not delicious, but for me, the joy of being satisfied with curiosity was greater than the enjoyment of taste.I drank the rest of the wine in one gulp and threw the cup on the table. The pleasure was simply indescribable.

“One more drink!” I shouted.

Goya was so amused by me that he laughed loudly and ordered two more glasses without hesitation, and it didn’t take long for them to go into our stomachs.Then he ordered wine, mead, and various wines with different flavors for me to taste.I was happy today and drank very happily, but of course… I ended up drunk on the table.

I have never been drunk since I was born again.I remember that in my previous life, I was a good drinker. After drinking too much, I wouldn’t make myself vomiting, or just sleep.After changing his body, this advantage was obviously not maintained.Perhaps it was also because the alcohol content of these wines was not too high. Although my body went limp, I did not completely lose consciousness. My face was red and I kept laughing while leaning on the table.

“Hey, little wildcat, are you okay?”

The voice seemed so far away from me, it was roundabout, and its tone was very funny. I heard it funny and giggled out loud.The voice sounded again, seemingly helplessly: “You drank less than five drinks in total and you got drunk?”

“I’m just… not drunk!” I retorted softly: “I also want… vanilla wine…”

A distant voice laughed and said something that I couldn’t hear clearly. Then there was a crisp sound of coins colliding on the table. Someone threw money on the table.Compared to the voice, the voice was so loud that it made me frown, and then I felt like the world was spinning. It felt like someone was holding me on my shoulder…

Bastard… It must be that bastard from Goya… I have been a princess after all, so why wouldn’t you give me a princess hug… He’s actually being held up on your shoulders like a sack, ugh… I’m so dizzy…

“Boss, give me a room and I’ll give you the rest of the money,” the voice said.

As the tavern owner thanked me profusely, I felt the world shaking so hard that my head turned into mush and blood rushed to my face.Fortunately, the shaking didn’t take long and I was placed on a soft mattress.I frowned, my face flushed, and I twisted around on the bed dishonestly.

“Woo…hot…”

The alcohol steamed through my body, raising my body temperature.And I’m not dressed well today – the clothes of working people can’t expose the chest and arms like palace clothes. They are covered tightly from neck to ankles, with an apron around the waist and a headscarf on the head… Now I feel like a rice dumpling that has been tied up and steamed in a pot. I am so hot that I want to take off my clothes as I drink.

I think… Goya probably didn’t really intend to do anything to me at first. After all, it’s not honorable to take advantage of a drunk woman, but how could this humanoid stallion bear it when I made such a fuss…

The result was that as soon as the scene turned, I was stripped naked and placed in a lying position, with my chest and face on the sheets, but my knees were raised and my butt was raised. Goya, the pervert, was holding my spread thighs from behind, his face was rising and falling behind my buttocks, and he made obscene noises from time to time.

“Ah…haah…um…”

The soft lips and tongue played with my pink and sensitive area, and my hot breath sprayed directly there.I clearly felt every bit of he’s violation of me. He sucked on my two pink soft flesh, sliding the tip of his tongue into the slit, finding the buds, plucking and drawing circles, licking the buds until they became erect, but he shifted his attack and inserted his tongue into my small hole, stirring and pushing inside.

I moaned delicately, and I was a lot more frank because of my drunkenness, honestly reflecting the pleasure I got from the blowjob.My moans were the ultimate encouragement to him. His big hands held my thighs, and his hair became more and more wavy. Sometimes he turned his head, and his tongue kept pushing in and out of my pussy, and he actually fucked me with his tongue.

“Ah…ah…ah…”

The soft wet tongue went in and out of my hole, making me tremble constantly, and my hands twisted the sheets.It felt so comfortable, as if my whole body was soaked in a hot spring, and the warm water still carried a weak electric current, which made me feel warm, comfortable, and numb.I experienced Goya’s tongue skills when I was a child. Ten years later, his skills are still so superb. Moreover, this pervert is not eager to punish me, but is so patient in teasing me and serving me. His lustful vanity is satisfied, which intensifies my happiness.The mixture of drunkenness and refreshment completely aroused my lustful nature.

“Ah…Uncle…Tangtang’s place…is still pink…just like when I was a child…Uncle…”

“Little girl… she’s even more beautiful than before… she’s really grown up, she’s so soft… her pussy is still so shrinking…” As he spoke, he took both pieces of my tender flesh into his mouth, and with the help of his tongue, he inserted it deeper.

“Ah ah… uncle… uncle… ah ah…”

He’s tongue pushed all the way into my body, thrusting wildly inside. I raised my head, let go of my tender throat and screamed, He’s big hands were groping around my legs and body, and the multiple pinches made me tremble. It didn’t take long before I screamed “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”, and at the same time, my waist tightened. Paralysis went straight down the spine to the center of my head, and the sweet flower tide spurted from the honey channel, heAfter swallowing a few mouthfuls, I moved my head away, staring directly at the space between my legs, admiring the crystal water spraying out of the pink hole, which lasted for a few seconds before gradually subsided.