“Today, I’ll give you an extra oath! Only 1 silla and 25 don!”

 

The price was three times higher than the market price. However, the price of the goods was not so important to the miners.

 

With no substitute goods, demand was bound to be inelastic¹refers to a situation where the change in quantity demanded or supplied is relatively small compared to the change in price.

 

“I’ll buy three!”

 

“Miss, I’ll take five!”

 

“I’ll take ten!”

 

The miners threw silver and copper coins into the wide-brimmed hats. Before long, the hats were filled to the brim.

 

In the end, all twenty-one items were sold in less than 30 minutes.

 

“Thank you, miners! Thanks to you all, we sold out again today!”

 

Rosé smiled brightly at the miners with a business smile. With this momentum, earning 1,000 sillas was not an impossible task.

 

Now, shall we slowly head back home!

 

“Where are you going, Miss?”

 

At that moment, Belric grabbed Rosé’s wrist. He handed twenty sheets of the oath to Rosé with a smile.

 

“You have to make me c*m.”

 

“Ah…”

 

Behind Belric, the men who were holding their sheets of the oath smiled wickedly.

 

Hehe, Rosé, who had been laughing like a fool, finally noticed the men and swallowed nervously. There were easily more than twenty of them.

 

‘Is it… okay?’

 

The thought of running away crossed her mind. But her eyes, fixed on the nicely tanned bodies of the men in the sunlight, did not consider leaving.

 

Hmm. They were bodies too good to pass up.

 

“You should come with us.”

 

“W-Where to?”

 

“We should start the work soon.”

 

As always, today the miners will form a team and enter the mine. And today, those who have collected twenty sheets of the oath will form a team.

 

During the lonely and tough working hours, they took turns comforting Rosé. She had no idea what their plan was.

 

“Let’s go then.”

 

“Oh, uh, uh…”

 

The miners pushed Rosé’s back as it was. In the blink of an eye, Rosé’s feet headed towards the mining site.

 

The mining site was dark and bitter. The unfamiliar sweat smell of men was also present.

 

The arriving miners removed the wheels from the cart and took out planks to make a bed-like structure.

 

Even the shoddy mattress that was prepared in advance was laid down, and a makeshift bed that wouldn’t collapse was completed.

 

“Um, there. Could it be…”

 

Rosé, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. Her heart raced, and her toes curled involuntarily. Could it be that from now on, on that bed…

 

“Undress and lie down. Saintess. I’ll be with you soon.”

 

The twenty-four-year-old Louis licked his lower lip and gestured towards the mattress.

 

Having fulfilled his quota first last night, he was the first man to comfort Rosé today.

 

Seeing Rosé standing dumbfounded, Louis pulled down her shoulder strap while teasing her with his tongue. Beneath the dim torchlight, her plump br*asts were visible.

 

“F*ck, you can take a little roughness, can’t you?”

 

“Ugh!”

 

Louis pulled Rosé over to the mattress by her arm. His lips twisted obscenely as he gazed at the spreading lump of br*ast underneath her armpits.

 

He had a good idea. Today, he happened to have a spare rope.

 

“I’ll tie you up so you don’t get hurt, Saintess. All you have to do is to open up your hole well.”

 

“Wa, wait a moment! Ugh!”

 

The man made Rosé bend over and tied her wrists, then fastened the rope to a nail under the cart.

 

Not only that, he also tied her ankles to the corner posts on both sides. Lying spread-eagled, Rosé was now in a state where she couldn’t move unless she received a c*ck in her hole.

 

“Look at how your n*pples are standing up. Do you like it that much?”

 

By tying the rope around her br*asts, fat gathered and swelled upwards. The sight of blood rushing and her n*pples hardening properly was pleasing. When he flicked his finger as if flicking a marble, Rosé moaned while soaking her chin in milk.

 

“Did you grow your br*asts quickly for the men? What are you going to use those milk jugs for?”

 

Louis targeted only her n*pples and flicked them hard with his fingers. The flesh of her ar*ola was already red and engorged. Louis’s nose brushed against her n*pple. Milk dripped out. Along with a faint sweat smell, the scent of milk that aroused men wafted in the air.

 

His c*ck stood er*ect. Unable to endure any longer, Louis unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his er*ect p*nis.

 

“Even if I skip f*replay, can you endure it? There are so many men waiting.”

 

“Wait, oh, it won’t go in!”

 

Rosé cried out desperately. His c*ck was as large as his physique, and above all, his thickness was incredible. She couldn’t accept such a thing without even being w*t.

 

“Oh, don’t do it! Wait! Ah… aah…!”

 

“As I said, there are many waiting.”

 

With a smirk, Louis casually inserted his gl*ns inside her. As her insides stretched wide open, a searing pain rushed through her. Rosé tilted her head back and screamed in pain.

 

“Ah, huh, ah!”

 

“What a tight p*ssy… Is this your first time receiving a man?”

 

Louis gnashed his teeth. He thought she had given her body to the priests at the temple, but just by nibbling on his gl*ns a little, he felt a shiver of pl*asure run through her body.

 

Each shaking n*pple was twisted with all his might. Ahh! Rosé opened her mouth wide in pl*asure up to her waist.

 

“Open your mouth wider.”

 

With a grunt, Louis spat in her mouth and forcefully pushed his sh*ft into her throat. His slippery saliva filled her mouth completely. It felt like s*men, making her feel strange.

 

She had no choice but to swallow it down, feeling queasy inside. Louis praised her for being obedient and kissed her on the lips.

 

“Ugh! Hmph! Huh!”

 

“Try eating it well. Do you want me to lick your n*pples more?”

 

Louis grabbed the buds of her n*pples and twisted them around once. Pulling them up in that state made her w*t down there, and his sh*ft slid in smoothly.

 

As Rosé felt her belly full, her screams grew louder. Her l*bia were crushed by the huge sh*ft, and her lower body twitched.                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

“Ah, ah! Oh…!”

 

“Call me honey and see how it feels. Okay? Try doing something pretty.”

 

Louis lay flat on top of her and wriggled his hips. The large c*ck sh*ft wriggled up and down inside her hole.

 

Thrusting like an animal, he kissed Rosé’s neck passionately. Rosé’s once-clean body was now marked by a strange man.

 

“Call me, okay? Haah, call me honey! F*ck. Hurry up.”

 

“Ugh…! Honey…!”

 

Ha, f*ck. What a d*sgusting sight.

 

Muttering under his breath, Louis thrust his p*nis so deep that her bones trembled. As she reached a light cl*max, Rosé’s eyes rolled halfway back.

 

His swollen gl*ns rose up and down pressing against her mucous membrane. His hardened gl*ns pressed against her c*rvix. She felt like his ej*culation was imminent as she felt the tip twitching.

 

“Since I’m your husband, can I c*m inside?”

 

“I don’t want it inside! Ugh!”

 

“It’s receiving your husband’s c*m inside; what’s wrong with that? Ugh… I’m c*mming.”

 

Twenty-four years of stored s*men sprayed full into her belly.

 

Rosé shed tears like a saintess while exerting strength in her b*ttocks to show off her abilities. Even at this moment, her determination regarding her stats remained steadfast.

 

“No, please…!”

 

“Wow, you did a great job. You used your p*ssy well, Saintess.”

 

Louis, who fastened his pants button, smiled brightly. Unlike a little while ago when he was panting lowly, he now exuded a young man’s vigor.

 

The p*ssy hole that was once tightly filled with a p*nis had now thinned out like a thread, dripping s*men slowly. While moving his body, he shouted to the man behind him.

 

“Sir! It’s your turn next!”

 

It was Belric. He threw his pickaxe as if he had been waiting and took off his shirt.

 

His huge chest muscles and clear abs were visible as he moved. Rosé involuntarily drooled in her mouth.

 

Unlike the indecent Louis, Belric emitted a sense of adulthood just by looking at him. Belric, with his tangled black hair swept back, approached Rosé with thick thighs.

 

“I told you I would get inside you next. Me.”

 

“Hah…”

 

Belric knelt in front of the cart and pushed his nose into her gaping hole. He could smell the dirty smell of the young Louis’ c*m mixed with the scent of saintess’ love juices.

 

His lips twisted. He had no choice but to devour the saint, but he hoped to be the only one to impregnate her. But in this way, she’d end up not knowing whose child it was.

 

“That bastard really came a lot.”

 

Belric bent his fingers and scratched the walls of her v*gina. Each trickling fl*id was a lump of coagulated s*men.

 

He inserted all three fingers and swirled them around. Whether it was the final drop of c*m or more of them, it poured out continuously.

 

“Haah… Ahng…”

 

“Why, feeling empty? Is it a waste for the s*men to flow?”

 

A jealous voice interrogated Rosé. Rosé lowered her head, but Belric, thinking she was lying, sneered with a displeased expression.

 

“What should I do? Now I’m going to clean it with my tongue.”

 

Belric’s tongue peeked out of his lips and flicked against her cl*toris. After tasting it for a moment, it slid inside. He licked off the s*men stuck in the folds of her v*gina, sucked on the lips against the v*ginal opening, and drew out the s*men deposited inside.

 

Rosé lost focus in her eyes. Her lower body was unbearably throbbing. She wanted to scratch and rub her insides with something thick urgently.

 

“Get yourself together. I’m about to f*ck you with my raw c*ck, haah, now.”

 

“Uh… Huh…”

 

As Belric licked her v*gina, his lower part also grew as much as it could. Grabbing the base, he jerked a few times until drops of pre-c*m dripped from the tip.

 

He didn’t care whose child it was; it didn’t matter. After today, Belric planned to take responsibility for the pregnant saintess and treat her as his wife.

 

“Honey…”

 

When Belric’s lips touched her cl*toris, Rosé called him ‘honey’ with a pitiful look. Although it was due to Louis’ influence, Belric believed she had allowed him without a doubt.

 

Even if she had to be devoured today against her will, from now on, he would firmly place this woman in a corner of his home.