How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World

I had a dream.

A dream of two women changing clothes.

In my half-asleep state, it was difficult to tell who the two women were.

However.

For some reason, a familiar scent tickled my nose.

One smelled like wild grass that had the wind of the field blowing.

The other smelled like sweet milk that gave off a maternal feeling.

Unfortunately.

The two women were rubbing their huge breasts against their chests or sniffing their armpits.

I don’t know who these women are, but one thing is certain.

‘Shameless sluts.’

I raised my hand in disgust, grabbed their breasts, and pulled them.