How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World-Chapter 56: Ingrid’s Passion

Dawn was breaking.

A priest in white came running between the guards.

“···Mion?”

“Ska-nim!”

Mion ran in one stride and sat down in front of Jeong Yu-shin.

The floor was covered in blood, but Mion didn’t care.

Jeong Yu-shin and Mion looked at each other for a moment while kneeling.

“···I read Ska-nim’s letter.”

The apology letter sent through the temple receptionist reached Mion.

I felt embarrassed, but at the same time, I felt relieved.

It was even more so because it was written with honest feelings.

“I’m sorry.”

“No. First, let’s get treatment first.”

[High heels]

A warm golden light enveloped Jeong Yu-shin’s entire body.

The broken wrist bones and scratches began to heal quickly.

“Thank you, Professor Mion.”

Jeong Yu-shin bowed his head to express his gratitude. Mion smiled faintly.

“No. If I had come a little earlier, Ska-ssi might not have had to go through this much trouble... I’m sorry.”

“What are you talking about?”

Just thinking about Mion fighting monsters like Hans made her heart ache with worry.

“Big!”

Ingrid coughed in vain.

“There are many eyes watching. Just do your best.”

Mion’s cheeks flushed bright red.

Ingrid was right.

It was not good to be noticed by the crazy sister-loving knight captain.

Finally, she decided to only mention the things that were on her mind.

“Mion-sensei, I don’t think I’ll be able to attend class for a while.”

“I understand. It’s because of the night guard request, right? Don’t worry about the tuition. I’ll tell the temple receptionist. I’ll count the days you attend and collect the tuition.”

“Thank you.”

Jung Yu-shin bowed his head deeply.

In the meantime.

The guards who had come before he knew it were making a noise.

“···I thought it was really Barbaroi. And a half-blood?”

“Does this make sense? Am I dreaming?”

Ingrid opened her mouth.

“This Barbaroi broke Hans’ imprint.”

Jung Yu-shin stared blankly at Ingrid.

Suddenly?

Suddenly stabbing him like this?

Just a moment ago, he had been enjoying the feeling of walking through heaven with Mion, but in an instant, he was grabbed by the collar and dragged down to hell.

The guards were making a noise.

Ingrid pointed at Jung Yu-shin and made the final judgment.

“Mixed-blood Barbaroi Scar is ‘Pity.’”

He heard Mion, who was next to him, inhale, but he couldn’t pay attention.

“Ugh! So that’s why Hans’s imprint of non-sympathy?!”

“Crazy. Crazy. How in the world could something like this happen? Barbaro is sympathetic?!”

“Hey! Hit me on the cheek. I can’t tell if this is a dream or reality!”

The guards chattered loudly.

Jung Yu-shin’s face distorted.

The guards’ murmurs became whispers and moved into the realm of speculation.

“He looks like a young man, so how could he...”

“That’s possible. Couldn’t ‘that’ not be there?”

“Ugh, what kind of tragedy is that at such a young age? Poor thing.”

The sympathetic gaze stabbed Jung Yu-shin’s heart.

His anger boiled over and then cooled down.

It was crazy to throw a punch at the guards.

I was angry at Ingrid because the status difference was so huge and my life was saved.

Above all, I was mentally exhausted.

I didn’t want to stay in this place anymore.

Jung Yu-shin staggered to his feet.

“I, I’m going to leave work now.”

“Get some rest. It’s okay if you don’t come in for a few days.”

“Ska, you go in first.”

Ingrid said.

Mi-on waved her hand slightly at Jung Yu-shin.

“Wait.”

Ingrid stopped Jung Yu-shin.

“It’s embarrassing for a ‘pure’ person to show off their upper body, so put on my clothes.”

Jung Yu-shin glared at Ingrid.

Could it be that she was holding a grudge because I called her mother-in-law?

She stared at her intently, but there was nothing she could read from Ingrid’s expressionless face.

Jung Yu-shin let out a deep sigh.

“Wow, thank you.”

Ingrid took off her coat herself and put it on Jung Yu-shin’s shoulders.

“Barbaroi!”

The captain of the guard threw something.

Thump!

What he held in his hand was a cattle helm covered in teeth and nail marks.

Jung Yu-shin nodded once and looked around.

In the rising sunlight, numerous guards and explorers who had gathered to enter the labyrinth were looking at Jung Yu-shin.

Jung Yu-shin’s unique secrets were revealed one by one with the dawn.

‘This is perfect.’

He must have done something good.

He felt sick and dizzy.

‘There are so many different imprints in the world. A non-sympathy barrier imprint. I’m the only one who can’t have sex. This fucking other world.’

The morning wind passed by, wrapping around Jung Yu-shin’s black hair.

He started walking with his upper body naked, wearing only Ingrid’s coat and a single-edged sword on his shoulder.

The people who had gathered made way for Jung Yu-shin.

Jung Yu-shin’s party approached from one side.

A half-ogre, an iron mask, and a frog stood next to Jung Yu-shin.

“What...what is that? Cheer up.”

“You can mate at any time. As you live, another opportunity will come.”

“Ska, are you aspiring to become a monk?”

“Let’s go quietly. I’m tired.”

Jung Yu-shin dismissed them and walked through the crowd.

Mion shouted from behind.

“I, I don’t mind if you feel sorry for Ska!”

‘Why are you yelling?’

“Thank you.”

He turned around to greet her and looked straight ahead.

Something dark rose up in his heart.

This definitely shouldn't have happened. I saved him. I resented everything.

Ingrid turned her head as she watched the back of Jung Yu-shin moving away.

Ingrid's subordinates approached from afar.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

One of Ingrid's subordinates, the black cow Suin, knelt on one knee and bowed his head.

"It's okay. It's my fault for coming to the labyrinth city too early. I'll rest for a bit, so please take care of the labyrinth."

"Understood."

* * *

Jung Yu-shin entered the central area and looked around at the party members.

"Then I'll see you later."

"Scar, get some rest."

"You worked hard today. Gaegul."

"Oh. I forgot."

Jung Yu-shin took off his gauntlets and handed them to Iron Mask.

"Thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to commit social suicide."

"I'm glad you used them well."

The Iron Mask chuckled and patted Jung Yu-shin on the shoulder.

“How can you be blamed for keeping your chastity for someone precious? You should be proud of your innocence. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“Let’s stop.”

Jung Yu-shin’s voice became even lower.

“Okay. I’ll see you later.”

Jung Yu-shin parted ways with the party members and went to the southern area. He arrived at the inn, following the explorers who were gathering in groups and heading to the labyrinth.

“Hey! Ska-nim!”

Tarman came running.

“I’m here. Do you have warm soup?”

“Yes. Please wait a moment.”

Tarman ran to the kitchen.

Wait a moment.

Tarman came out with a tray full of food.

“Here it is.”

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The menu consisted of tomato soup, black multigrain bread, grilled sausage, and pickled cabbage.

Jung Yu-shin ate the soup and tore off the bread.

The food went into his hungry stomach and he felt alive.

He focused only on eating the food. His stomach skin stuck to his back because he had been fighting all night.

He emptied the bowl and placed the cutlery on the plate.

“Whew, I ate well. Thank you always.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Tarman said with a bright smile.

Jung Yu-shin looked at Tarman’s smile for a moment and then got up and turned around.

“I’ll sleep. I’ll rest for a few days, so you don’t have to prepare a separate midnight snack.”

“Yes. Okay. Please rest comfortably.”

He went up the stairs and went into his room.

He wiped his body with a wet towel, changed his clothes, and lay down on the bed.

When he saw Tarman’s smile, he thought that he had done well to come out.

He was embarrassed that he had been caught sympathizing.

Boron and Einhofer.

The relationships I met at Cheso.

Each of them was a short relationship, but they were by no means shallow relationships.

I have no regrets because I protected them from possible danger.

Regrets.

I closed my eyes with my arms as a pillow.

“Ha. Isn’t the rumor going to spread? Tsk. What did I say? Yushin, this is excessive self-consciousness. Come to your senses.”

An uneasy worry rose and fell in my mind.

The fatigue from the all-night battle was heavy.

Darkness came.

Late at night when everyone was asleep.

A room deep inside the inner castle in the central area.

Antique furniture and gorgeous art pieces decorated the room.

Someone was looking at a teacup on a high-quality table made of ivory.

A reddish tail and hair.

An expression that was almost expressionless.

Ingrid Redtail.

The difference in amount was so great that even the richest people in the Labyrinth City would gape at it, but it was currently slowly cooling down, steaming.

“···It’s getting late.”

Ingrid muttered to herself.

Knock! Knock!

Something knocked on the window. Ingrid turned her head. There was a white rat outside the window.

Ingrid approached and opened the window. The white rat jumped into the room.

“···Why are you so late?”

“Squeak! Squeak!”

The rat stood up on two feet and squeaked, waving its hands.

“I see.”

Ingrid knelt down on one knee and stroked the white rat.

Her cold expression had gradually loosened up.

She always felt suffocated when she arrived at the Labyrinth City after spending time in the vast fields of the West.

It was even more so when she spent time in front of the Labyrinth, changed shifts with her subordinates, and went to bed.

So I brought in a servant horse.

I didn't have the time or the heart to pursue other hobbies.

Just peeking into the servant horse's memories and sharing the sensations for a moment and feeling pleasure was Ingrid's only hobby, exhausted.

Ingrid sat on the bed with the rat.

"Shall we take a look?"

"Tick!"

Ingrid closed her eyes and placed her hand on the rat's head.

[Memory Share]

The rat's memories unfolded vividly before her eyes.

Ingrid's closed eyebrows furrowed.

"···Is this the half-blood Barbaro today?"

The white rat wandered around the city and entered an inn.

It hid under the bed in the room it was staying in and was caught. By that half-blood Barbaro.

I thought something bad would happen, but surprisingly, nothing happened.

Although it was locked in an iron cage for two weeks, it ate its fill of food and went to the temple to get its seal checked.

Ingrid used sensory assimilation to enjoy the taste of food.

It was more than enough for a mere rat. Of course, if she had known who the rat’s owner was, her attitude would have been different.

Ingrid nodded.

The half-blood Barbaroi released the white rat.

As time passed, the trifles of the labyrinth city passed by her eyes.

“···Hmm? This is it?”

It was the place she had stayed from last night until this morning.

In front of the labyrinth.

The rat, who had starved while wandering around the city, ran to where the half-blood Barbaroi was.

“It’s roasted chicken.”

Thanks to sensory assimilation magic, the delicious smell of chicken reached the tip of her nose.

She ran in a hurry and was caught by Barbaroi’s hand.

“···Ugh!”

Ingrid twisted her body.

A warm and soft sensation pressed against Ingrid’s nape.

“···Wait.”

“Tsk?”

Ingrid closed her eyes and waved her hand.

However, she couldn’t stop the memory sharing magic and sensory assimilation magic that came right away.

“Huh!”

The feeling of her stomach being gently swept made her nape go cold.

“What, what is this?”

Her shoulders were immediately kneaded and her back was pressed hard.

A cool sensation as if her muscles were being released covered Ingrid.

“Haa.”

A sweet sigh escaped Ingrid’s mouth for a moment.

“Huh?!”

Her uterus was suddenly pressed hard.

She let her guard down for a moment as the sensation of her waist, back, and shoulders being released immediately targeted the most important part of a woman.

Her body lost strength and she collapsed on the bed.

“Wait, wait! Where?!”

The mixed-blood Barbaroi's hands started from the soles of her feet and moved up her calves.

"Hiot!"

Her inner thighs were pressed.

"Punishment, don't spread them!"

Ingrid tried desperately to close her thighs, but she ended up spreading them a little because of the persistent pressing.

Her body was one that even her dead husband would not touch.

And on top of that, it was a frog's belly showing.

Her insides were boiling with humiliation.

Ingrid's expressionless face also turned red like a tomato.

The feeling of her thighs being forcibly pressed disappeared.

Ingrid quickly turned over.

Suddenly, she felt her butt being pressed, and her pelvis was pressed tightly.

She was startled, her red tail standing up straight and her butt lifting toward the sky.

"Hoohoo. Hooohoo."

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but her body wouldn't listen.

Her waist shook up and down on its own.

It was a vulgar action, as if she was being held by a man and being teased.

Before she knew it, drool was flowing down her mouth.

Her hands holding the bedsheets gained strength.

“Hoooosh. Hiooosh!”

Her uterus was pressed hard again.

Ingrid’s eyes rolled up slightly.

“No...no!”

“Ingrid? Are you okay?”

Someone called her «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» name from outside the door.

“I, I’m okay, so don’t come in! Get out!”

Ingrid shouted urgently.

“Ah...I understand.”

Ingrid covered her mouth with one hand and held back her moans with all her might.

“Hoooosh. Hoooosh!!!”

The precious place that once held Karin was thumping.

After losing her husband in her youth and giving birth to Karin, her labia majora, which had been clenched for a long time due to maintaining chastity, gradually opened inside her panties.

“Ughhhhhhh!!! No...no!”

Ingrid’s waist arched like a bow.

“Hey, in a place like this! It can’t be this simple!”

Ingrid’s words were different from her actions.

Her already erect nipples were rubbing against the bed, not to mention being rubbed inside her bra.

Her waist, out of control, was shaking desperately up and down as if she was definitely going to get pregnant.

Her private parts of her pants, which were tight like leggings, were slightly wet, almost visible.

“This is...all for this! This Barbaroi!”

Her uterus was pressed once again.

Ingrid’s eyes rolled back.

Her head rose to the sky.

An electric shock shot from her head.

“Whooooooooong!!!”

The noble leader of the red wolf tribe.

The committee of the labyrinth city and the representative of the beastman union.

Just because of Barbaroi’s touch.

She stuck out her tongue in a humiliating posture and let out a vulgar moan.

For a female Doksu Gongbang who had only had sex once with her husband in the distant past, it was too shocking and cruel to be forced orgasm.

“Whew. Whoosh. What the hell is this?”

Ingrid, who had buried her head in the bedsheet, muttered with her tongue loose.

Her hips twitched involuntarily due to the faint lingering orgasm, and her plump thighs repeatedly closed and opened.

Was there something wrong with the sensory assimilation magic?

Her head didn’t work properly because her brain felt like it was in a mess.

“Wait, dangerous, woman.”

Ingrid muttered with a blank face. Drool flowed down her red lips.

It was such a dangerous Barbaroi. To her daughter. And to herself.

Was there some other imprint?

She needed to find out more.

Ingrid made a resolution in her heart.

Absolutely no selfishness. Only for the safety of her daughter and the labyrinth.

Ingrid unconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her lips seductively.

“Tick?”

The white rat tilted its head next to Ingrid.