Chapitre 6: Chapter 6 Swaying in the Wind
"Where are you two off to?" Jack and Hans hadn't even left when they were blocked by Ocoro.
"Lord, what brings you here?" The two men were speechless. They hadn't expected this guy to have been following them all along, and now they were in trouble, with him setting his sights on them.
Ocoro walked over with a step that suggested he owned everyone, eying the two men, "That's the stone, isn't it?"
What could the two men say? Hans, with no other choice, said, "Yes, it is, Lord Zhao Guang used it to leave."
"Tell me, how does this thing work?"
"How would we know how it works?" Jack looked at Ocoro as if he were a fool. Who would tell others how to use such an important thing?
"You two, recount everything you just saw. If this really works, heh heh, the lord will not be stingy with offering you a position as a follower."
Ocoro looked very pleased with his follower Kala, thinking about whether to raise his status a bit.
"But, what about the Commander..." Jack said hesitantly.
Before he could finish, Hans interrupted, "Since Lord would like to know, we'll tell you. I suppose you saw it all before you came out, now it's just a matter of confirming it."
"Yes, we saw it, you two narrate it again, and don't try to deceive us." Kala's eyes also shone.
It was just Jack, at that moment somewhat befuddled, not understanding what was going on between the two.
Hans didn't care about that, quickly repeating everything that had happened. Ocoro stroked his little mustache with one hand, listening and revealing a satisfied smile.
Then he stepped forward and began to touch the large stone, but nothing happened.
Suddenly, a Hard-haired Pig wearing two pieces of cloth ran over, and upon seeing so many people around, let out a sharp squeal and came to a screeching halt before turning to run away.
The others watched the Hard-haired Pig, completely indifferent.
"Disgusting thing," Ocoro muttered under his breath. Hard-haired Pigs were notoriously inedible; otherwise, they would have been hunted down long ago.
"My lord, there's no reaction, tell me, is there anything you haven't explained?"
"Well, maybe there wasn't enough time, or maybe the posture was wrong," Jack said hesitantly. At the beginning, when they touched the stone, similarly, there was no reaction.
"Tell me, what did that person look like at the beginning?"
Jack felt somewhat ashamed but, under the watchful eyes of a group of Guards, struck a pose with his legs crossed and hands covering his crotch, one arm stretching out in front—a posture that was truly bizarre.
"Was it a pose like this?" Ocoro twisted his own sizable backside, imitating the pose.
The surrounding Guards all lowered their heads; the posture was simply too embarrassing to watch.
"Still no movement, are you playing me?" Ocoro waited a while and saw no reaction, then fiercely turned his head to look at the two men. However, seeing one man looking at the sky and the other at the ground, his anger dissipated quite a bit.
"The posture is right, but originally, Lord Zhao Guang was naked."
"Right, the cloth was still on that Hard-haired Pig that just ran away," Jack also shouted.
Ocoro nodded, "So that's how it is, I guess I misunderstood you." His words lacked any sincerity, like he was doling out alms to the poor, but the two dared not say anything.
Gazing at the stone and daydreaming about the future, Ocoro gritted his teeth and went for it.
It was just taking off clothes, what did it matter? Ocoro shook his hefty flesh, twisting and turning as he struggled to pull off the clothes he had managed to put on with great difficulty.
Flesh jiggling back and forth, he clenched his large buttocks tightly with his legs.
As the wind blew, his whole body turned cold, and Ocoro clamped down even tighter and more naturally, with his left hand instinctively covering the front.
"Very good, now I feel much more," Ocoro picked up his hand to look and seemed quite pleased with his current state. It appeared that to use this stone, this was indeed the necessary state to be in.
Something dangled under Ocoro, swaying unsteadily with the wind, its motion was truly beautiful, too heartfelt to gaze upon directly.
Under the setting sun, Ocoro composed a powerful spectacle for the onlookers to marvel at.
On the other side, when Zhao Guang stepped through the vortex gate, seeing the familiar bathroom almost brought him to tears. Only heaven knew what he had been through that day.
But things were not over yet, Zhao Guang turned his head to look at the gate, waiting until it finally collapsed and vanished.
He knew that when he had come over, Jack and Hans would definitely follow him this way.
But the two did not appear, which meant that the gate could indeed only be passed through by him alone. As for the specific rules, Zhao Guang did not know; he could only test them now.
"About ten minutes, the time to open the gate is about ten minutes, and the closing time is roughly the same."
Only after the gate had closed did Zhao Guang finally take a deep breath. Then he suddenly smelled a stinky odor, which turned out to be his own. Never mind, bathing...better just to wipe off for now.
Just thinking about bathing, the pain on his buttocks served as a warning to Zhao Guang that clearly, now was not a good time for a bath.
Crying out as he cleaned himself, Zhao Guang looked at the streetlights that were now illuminated, and no matter what, he still had to go to the hospital. Then he looked at his clothes; no, they were too tight and painful.
"This set is the best after all," Zhao Guang finally dressed in beach attire.
Big shorts and flip-flops, with sunglasses, and he even casually topped it off with a beach hat.
"This looks much better, let's get going," Zhao Guang checked for anything strange and then ran out of his house.
"Mommy, look, is that uncle going to the beach?" a child exclaimed upon seeing Zhao Guang pass by.
But the woman beside him quickly covered the child's eyes, "Don't look, you can't look, it will give you sty." As she spoke, the woman kept staring at the half-exposed buttocks of Zhao Guang.
The shape was really nice, she wondered what it would feel like to touch, seemingly unaware that the child was getting uncomfortable being covered up.
Zhao Guang walked on, with people pointing and whispering as he passed. Gradually, Zhao Guang felt it might not be so pleasant after all.
"Hmph, a stopgap measure, a stopgap measure, if your buttocks were pricked by a needle, you'd probably do something even more outrageous," Zhao Guang muttered to himself as he walked toward a taxi by the roadside.
"Brother, are you heading to the beach this late at night? We're not near the sea here, it'll be daylight by the time you get there. I get it, you must want to watch the sunrise, right? I've always said that the sea sunrise here is famous..." the driver chattered on.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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