[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 121 [English]

Chapter 117 On fighting and estrus

“Damn it! The little bitch is dishonest, why don’t I just fuck her here first!” he said viciously, lifting up my skirt, exposing my two snow-white calves.Only then was I really frightened. I twisted as hard as I could and screamed, “No! You dare! Someone! Help! Let me go!”

Seeing that my legs were about to be pulled apart, I felt a little bit ridiculous at the moment.I didn’t know whether to feel funny about such a clichéd plot, or whether to be truly panicked about my crisis.At this moment, the lazy voice of the hero who saved the beauty was heard from behind:

“Hey, this little wild cat is very naughty. You guys should be more sensible and get out of here.”

The farce here came to an end, and the young gangster and the decent woman all turned their attention to the door of the tavern.I saw Goya standing there against the bright afternoon sun, his arms supporting the wooden door frame of the tavern.He did not stand up straight, but his head almost touched the upper edge of the door frame, and his strong body completely blocked the narrow entrance.The current scene is as if we are in a dark cave, and a huge and powerful beast is blocking the entrance, filling the space with inexplicable oppression.The expressions of several men in the tavern changed, and they turned to face him warily.

Compared with them, Goya looked carefree. Seeing that they had no intention of letting me go, he took a long step and walked in lazily. As he moved forward, he began to move his shoulders and turn his neck.

“Well, it just so happens that I have only been focusing on exercising my lower body recently, and my upper body is a little tired…” He said this without any shame at all. Under his messy and thick brown hair, his eyebrows were smiling, and his pupils seemed to have accumulated the light of the sun outside. They were still shining in this dark tavern, as if he was very excited, scanning the men in front of him.

“The people who went to the blacksmith shop to cause trouble are also your people, right?” He smiled: “I have heard that there is a group of gangsters running around in the nearby villages, which has always made me a little embarrassed… It would be too laborious to send troops to destroy them, so just leave them alone, and they are causing trouble everywhere, making small troubles, and being as annoying as flies… I didn’t expect that they bumped into me today. It seems that I am lucky.”

What a lucky guy!

I was still held in a corner by a man. Listening to what he said, I couldn’t help but glare at him angrily.He was already standing in the middle of the tavern, facing six men with a playful smile.But the guys here who were fighting against the odds became nervous. The leader was a little angry and cowered. He winked at the tallest man next to him, and that man raised his fist and rushed towards Goya with a shout!

There was almost no suspense. Goya just turned sideways and pushed the man behind his back. He lost his balance, his head hit the door frame with a “thud” and he fell to the ground.

“Hey…” Goya looked away with a bit of disdain, but also a bit of fun, and quipped: “Is that the only way?”

The remaining men were probably mixed with shame and anger. After the leader yelled “Kill him!”, they took advantage of their numerical advantage and swarmed towards Goya. Even the man who was holding me dropped me and rushed towards him.An action blockbuster was staged in front of my eyes – one of the six men pulled out a dagger, and someone picked up the wooden stool next to him. Goya was always using his bare hands. He seemed to have no effort at all. He could grab the hand holding the knife and stab him. At the same time, a huge fist hit the man’s face, causing a bloody flower. Then, he raised his hand to push away the wooden stool, caught up with a punch, and knocked the other man to the ground… heAs a well-known warrior in the mainland, a feared hero on the battlefield, he was now fighting with a group of gangsters in this simple and dark tavern, and he actually looked very happy.He didn’t copy this guy, he didn’t even use any fighting skills. He only relied on his two fists and the strength of his body to keep six people at bay.Until he was surrounded by several people, the leader slashed at his back with a dagger, leaving a small scar on his back. His clothes were also cut, and the fabric had a long tear from his back collar to his waist.

Goya narrowed his eyes and suddenly used his strength to repel the people around him.He turned his head and glanced over his shoulder, reached out and grabbed the torn clothes, and pulled them forward. The entire top was torn off, revealing his strong body underneath.

He was wearing simple clothes of coarse cloth just now, coupled with his messy brown curly hair and cynical face, he really looked like a trouble-making gangster in this tavern.But now that he was naked, the atmosphere suddenly changed – it was as if he had torn off his disguise, and suddenly revealed his true face as the God of War. The muscles on his arms and chest were undulating majestically, his waist was tight and strong, and there were several terrifying scars on his skin, which added to the aura he exuded.He stood tall and intimidating surrounded by several people, and the sense of oppression that broke out was so strong that it actually made it difficult for those around him to breathe!

“I have to keep my pants,” he said with an incongruous relaxed tone, grinning and showing his white teeth: “So, let’s stop here.”

Then…

There is no more.

In just the blink of an eye, six people were knocked to the ground.Goya didn’t even change his breathing rate. He looked around at the mess and then stretched out his hand to me.

“My lady.” He blinked and smiled.

And I was already dumbfounded, staring at him dumbfounded.At this moment, very strangely, there was only one thought in my mind: I finally understood why in nature, males have to fight to gain mating rights with females…

At this time, he stood in front of me, bare-chested, with well-developed muscles on his chest and arms, and clear and profound lines on his waist and abdomen. The atmosphere of war around him had not faded away, and he exuded a very strong male aura. It made me blush, my heart was pounding, and I felt a strong itch in my belly, and my legs became wet unknowingly.

When he saw that I was not moving, he raised his thick eyebrows slightly, strode over, lifted me up like a child, and held me in his strong arms.

“Since I won, little beauty, you have no choice but to follow me.” He spoke in a very frivolous tone, teasing me without any formality. He looked nothing like the most noble Duke in the country, he was clearly a shameless rascal.And I was carried out of the tavern by he in front of everyone, but I didn’t even care about being ashamed – he’s warm breath surrounded me, making my face feel hot, and my whole body was sore and weak.

For the rest of the day, I felt weird all the time. Whenever I looked at him, or came closer, I would blush, my heart would beat, and my whole body would feel hot.It was hard to wait until nightfall, when we were finally alone in the hotel room, I lost my previous arrogant attitude, and took the initiative to ask for love from him, hugging him, and kissing him. When he was flattered and was about to let go, I suddenly had a sudden impulse and pushed him down, and then tied his wrists to the bedposts on both sides.