Chapter 329: [327] Ocean Hunt!
The next day, the group gathered again after a night filled with silence.
Among the five, two of them walked in with their heads hanging low, clearly having had a less-than-satisfactory experience the night before.
"Hey, Kanchal, Gyor, what's wrong with you two?" Stunk asked, noticing the downtrodden expressions on their faces.
Had they not enjoyed themselves last night?
"Don't even mention it. Last night was torture for me. That woman wouldn't listen to a word I said and just clung to me, leaving me completely immobilized. At one point, I thought I was going to scream when her movements tugged at my skin too hard," Kanchal lamented, lifting his shirt to reveal a series of small circular marks, resembling the aftermath of mini cupping.
Stunk and Zel burst into laughter at the sight; it was quite a misfortune.
However, their gaze soon shifted to the orc Gyor. Given his robust physique, he likely had a different experience.
"I can't stand the constant secretion of slime. It left me sticky and damp all over. Even my fur was matted together; it was unbearable," Gyor sighed, his expression somber. As a beastfolk, his preferences differed significantly from the others.
Stunk and Zel shook their heads, somewhat exasperated. This was one of the reasons they didn't often invite those two along; there were many places they simply couldn't tolerate.
Kanchal was a bit different; while he was shorter, his tastes were still aligned with the rest of the group.
But Gyor was an entirely different case. He preferred beastfolk women covered in fur over the aquatic beauties, so establishments like that were not suited for him.