女人裸体按摩性WWW

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When thinking of the sound of a flute, one would normally imagine a high-pitched, resonant sound, like birds chirping.
This is natural given the characteristics of the flute as an instrument.
However, the sound of this obsidian flute was distinctly different from those ordinary, high-pitched sounds.

When I played the flowing waves, it sounded as if refreshing waves could be heard.
When I imagined the forest filled with lush and refreshing giant trees, it felt like I could sense the fresh air of the forest.
Indeed, it was a marvel among marvels that could turn everything I imagined into sound.
Of course, handling it was a bit challenging at times.
If my concentration wavered even slightly or I missed a beat, this finicky flute would keenly expose my weaknesses. It was like a fussy and noble young lady of aristocracy, to use an analogy.
However, having lived for over a hundred years, spending half my time on battlefields and the other half wandering the martial world’s treacherous terrains several times the size of all of Greece, I had countless memories to whisper to this flute.
There was an old-fashioned romanticism, like the days of Kim Sakkat, so whenever I left the temple to wander, I always had a bamboo hat, a cane, and a flute in my bosom, wandering for years, getting meals, and performing as a musician.
Having practiced desperately to the point of death, I had already reached the level of a master with the flute that I had spent nearly a lifetime with.
Just like… yes, like that thrilling dance I did with Atalanta last time, I continued a precarious duel with the obsidian flute, as if walking on a blade.

-…

“Whew…”

Whether good or bad, they say everything eventually comes to an end.
The performance, which was truly beautiful and magnificent but equally exhausting, ended, and I was startled to find sweat trickling down my forehead.
How much concentration and mental effort did I put in, not for anything else but for playing the flute?
However, thinking as I did and imagining harmonizing with this mysterious little charmer that transforms thoughts into melodies, I concluded that it might be possible. No, I convinced myself that it must be so and moved on.

Having reached that conclusion alone, I glanced up slightly to see the classroom, which remained deathly silent even though the performance had ended.

“…What?”

Everyone’s mouths were agape, eyes staring at me in disbelief.
Among them were Jason, whose eyes looked like they would pop out, and Hercules, who seemed stunned as if he had witnessed an unbelievable sight.

And when I casually looked to my right…

“Wow…!”

Atalanta, who was looking at me with tears welling up in her eyes and covering her mouth with both hands, seemingly moved.

“Hmm~ Is it because it’s a different flute? Today’s performance was even sweeter. I’ll have to brag to the sisters later~”

There was Neri, clapping leisurely and nodding her head.

-Clap, clap, clap.

In the midst of the silence that ensued from the impact of the recent performance, the sound of clapping came from the center of the stage ahead.

“Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. A beautiful performance, with an intense yet sweetly affectionate duel between the musician and the instrument unfolding beneath it! The musician who awakens the instrument as if it were their own body has appeared for the second time in this forest!”

Everyone, applause!
Starting with the enthusiastic cheers of Marsyas, the music classroom erupted in fervent applause and cheers directed at me, as if waking from a slumber.

After the class ended.

“You said your name was Dianes, right? Where did you learn to play the flute?”

“Where on earth did you get a flute so impressive that it moved Teacher Marsyas?”

“Can you play other instruments just as well?”

“Is it true that you made Orion and his party flee the forest in a hurry?”

“Uh, uh, uh, is there possibly an empty spot?”

…Was this the life of a popular person?
After music class ended, during break time.
I was about to move to the next classroom when I was suddenly surrounded by a chorus of boys and girls, leaving me dumbfounded.
Among them were some puzzling questions that I couldn’t understand.
In a forest where the standard of appearance was so high that each person could be mistaken for a celebrity aspirant, it was surprising to attract this much attention.

Of course, in my past life, there were many who followed me.
However, those who looked at me with trust and affection disappeared as the blood on my hands grew thicker.
When the wishes of my teachers and the congregation were fulfilled, and I laid down all my burdens, everyone worshipped me from afar with eyes full of fear and reverence.
Those who approached with such innocent, sparkling eyes no longer existed.

“Hmph…”

“Ahem…”

However, I was a bit frightened by the two women behind me, who were glaring at me while I was trying to enjoy the moment.

“Let’s talk slowly later. We need to hurry to the next class now.”

I was managing the little heroes who had gathered with what I called a benevolent smile. Suddenly, I sensed five presences pushing through the crowd towards me.

“Oh~ A class? You’re more uptight than I thought.”

“That’s right, Erainea. But the performance was beautiful.”

“And he looks tasty too?”

“Good body, handsome face. Honestly, I prefer this type over a gigolo or a musclehead.”

“Oh my, Phaesileni. Your words are quite blunt.”

Pushing through the split crowd, five beautiful girls appeared.
Beautiful girls, more beautiful girls… It might seem like I was overly enthusiastic, but anyone who sees them would naturally think they were an idol group or models and couldn’t help but be drawn to them.
The unbelievable group of five with colorful hair that I briefly saw yesterday.
Just by looking at them, you could tell they loved attention. The five of them, basking in the admiring glances from those around, began to surround me and slowly looked me over as if they were appraising me.

“Wow…! Look at these muscles. How rough must your training have been from such a young age?”

“Hmm… Your face is more than just passable; it’s above average.”

“You have a flute, right? Play it for us one more time.”

“Getting rid of Orion and his party and fighting Hercules one-on-one aren’t entirely unfounded stories, are they?”

“Slurp…”

At first, I was a bit impressed by their beauty and shocking hair color, but their sudden invasion and arrogant evaluations almost made me lose my temper.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh?”

When I growled, visibly irritated, the hot-pink-headed leader of this group of five opened her eyes wide in surprise.

“Could it be that you don’t know us?”

“Oh~ Erainea, he’s the country bumpkin who came three days ago. It’s possible he doesn’t know our names.”

“Ah, right. He said he came from that unheard-of island called Passos, didn’t he?”

“Those disgusting crescent moon hunters are your work too, aren’t they?”

“Ah? Are you talking about those pathetic guys who were carried off with muscle pain earlier? That was a sight to see. Quite a commendable act for a freshman, huh?”

I had to retract my words about them being idols or models.
Just because they speak a little more politely, those sneaky eyes and their blatant, condescending behavior suggest otherwise.
They must be a primitive, ancient gang, relying on their looks and connections in the Forest of Heroes.

“Phew…”

Hmm… After the gods left, why do these immature brats come in not one but two groups, causing trouble one after another?
Is this a backlash from drawing too much attention early on?
The first round was delinquent high school girls, and the second round was a gang of bullies?

“Phew… Confucius, Mencius. Is this your will?”

I see.
Even a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.1 Is it the grand plan to turn these lower versions into decent people before facing those Twelve Divine Demons?

-Crunch.

Suddenly, the burning Confucian soul awakened my strength and mission.
As I pondered how to teach this gang a lesson for making me exert my strength twice today, I loosened my hands.

“Are you still doing this?”

Suddenly, Atalanta grabbed my shoulder and, with her bright red hair fluttering like sunlight, she blocked my path and confronted the five-member gang.

“Oh my… Atalanta?”

“What? You said you hated men, causing a fuss with those ugly ones.”

“Why are you like this? After getting a reality check, you might realize it’s all pointless, right?”

-Hahahaha!

The gang openly laughed at Atalanta, who stood up to protect me.
Atalanta, who had been staring intently at this, let out a deep sigh and immediately launched a counterattack.

“What are you talking about? Are you the ones who weren’t even called by their own mother and father and begged to enter the forest?”

…Turns out, it wasn’t just a counterattack. It was a nuclear strike from Atalanta.

ED/N: The saying ‘even a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step’ originates from the Daoist text ‘Dao De Jing,’ written by Laozi. It is often used to emphasize the importance of taking the first step, no matter how daunting the task ahead may seem. ↩️