Его не звали, но он приперся / They never called, yet he is here: Манга_Ганс

The promised next omake from the Hentai Manga series. The omake turned out to be small, but it is not the end of the series. And yes, it was originally planned it would be dedicated to Taria and Losius, but they were suddenly bypassed at the turn...
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Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 08:01

**Gulp, gulp, gulp**

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 08:02

"Ahhhh!"

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 08:03

Wiping the foam from his lips with the back of his hand, the elderly tracker leaned back with pleasure on the side of a shallow but wide flat-bottomed bath, made right in the floor of one of the caves and full of warm water. He held out his hand and handed the empty mug to a slender and contentedly pretty young goblin girl with the face of a young girl but not a child's figure. She smiled cheerfully, flashing her snow-white teeth and fangs, and immediately ran off to refill it from a large barrel that stood against the wall on a wide table. Its wood was enchanted to keep the contents low and fresh. On the same table were several trays of snacks.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 06:01

Smiling, the Tracker let a trio of green-skinned girls with not at all girlish figures wash him from the back. After that, they poured warm water over him, washed off the foam, turned him over on his back, and began to wash his front no less diligently. And they were especially diligent in washing him below his belly. Nestled between the tracker's legs, one of the goblin threw back her dark red hair, gathered in two braids, leaned forward and embraced his newly risen cock with her lips. Hans exhaled in pleasure and put his hand behind his head, enjoying the skillful mouth of the green-skinned girl. With his other hand, he slipped around her waist, sliding his hand under her loincloth and squeezing her firm buttocks. She giggled sweetly, but continued to lather and rub him with the washcloth.

Camrad_RIP 27.03.25 в 12:11

As a result, the washing dragged on for another hour, and the keg of beer was emptied by three more mugs. At last, completely washed and exhausted, the Tracker left the bathing cave, wearing an expensive Alishan terry cloth robe and clutching another mug of beer in his hand. The little green girls in six hands supported him from three sides, as Hans's legs were not quite steady. Oh, good! Bringing the mug to his mouth, the Tracker took a sip and stepped forward while using a class skill. But the alcohol he had drunk and the relaxed state from his bathing had taken its toll. Instead of being in his personal cave, he suddenly found himself somewhere in the middle of the darkness. Taking a step, he immediately tripped over something and fell to the floor, hitting something else. But the levels he had gained and the trials he had endured were not in vain!

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 07:57

Even collapsing on a pile of something, Hans still held the mug of beer without letting it spill. Almost. He cursed and then sat up. Then he took a few more sips and looked around. It seemed he'd gotten into some kind of storage cave instead of his living cave. After looking around, the Tracker carefully put the mug with beer on the floor, and somehow got to the door, through which a thin strip of light penetrated. On the wall next to it was a brand new illumination amulet, purchased through the bloodsucker's handmaiden, Tina. It quickly dispelled the darkness in the room, and the tracker looked around. That's right, this storage cave was where most of the goodies they had brought with them were stacked. Some bales and bags were scattered on the floor where he had left the trail. Oh, what an accident!

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:01

Hans went back for the mug with more confidence. When he bent down to pick it up, the Tracker froze in amazement. What the hell is this? He took the mug in one hand, he picked up a strange book that had fallen out of someone's bag and onto the floor. Hans took another sip and looked at it closely, and whistled in admiration:

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:04

"Wow!"

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:04

The book was very thin, not at all like the folios Losius loved so much. Its cover was not of leather or wood but of the same paper as the rest of the book. But that did not spoil it, for the whole cover was one big picture. And what a picture! A dozen strong but handsome girls, of varying degrees of muscularity and brutality, stood lined up in a row, gritting their teeth, spreading their legs wide and putting their hands behind their heads. Each of them wore only the army boots and the same army belts that Hans knew so well. Their faces were all tense and flushed, and their almost naked bodies were covered with sweat that ran in streams.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:06

The reason was obvious. A rope ran from the wrists of their hands behind their heads, passed between the girls' legs, went upward from there, and then split in two. Each end of the rope clung to a special ring, which was part of the clamps placed on their nipples. In addition, a metal ball was suspended from the part of the rope just between the girls' legs. Obviously quite heavy. A tall man stood in front of the unfortunate girls, some of whom were strong and muscular enough to give other Orcs a head start. He was dressed in a sergeant's uniform, his face was stern and ruthless, his short hair and beard noticeably touched with gray. In his left hand he held an hourglass, and in his right hand a long spitzruten, with which in the army the instructors used to beat knowledge into the heads of recruits. In the literal sense of the word, mostly through the asses, to make it easier to understand.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:10

The instructor was drawn so well that Hans felt a chill run down his spine from the involuntary memories of his distant youth. And there was no doubt that it was an army instructor. Right on the cover, it was written in large letters: "An Experienced Drill Sergeant Takes a Squad of Female Recruits Under His Wing And Makes Real Warriors Out of Them, Using Unusual Training Methods." From such a title, Hans almost choked on his beer, another sip he had just taken. Who even calls books that?! No, this needs to be sorted out.

Camrad_RIP 25.03.25 в 08:06

After a few more sips of beer, the tracker put the mug aside, but sat down on a chest and opened a thin book. It wasn't really a book, but a set of drawings, with sparse bits of text. Very detailed drawings, admittedly. But they told such a story that the Tracker had a hard time holding back the urge to laugh out loud several times. In some army unit, as a replenishment instead of guys, a dozen girls. Already funny to the tears, if you imagine how it would have turned out in his native army. No, of course, there were fighting girls in the army. But they were few and all of them had at least reached the tenth step of elevation. And here they sent some maidens who didn't even have a class! We know what would happen to them.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:15

But in the book, recruits began to try to teach the army craft. The keyword was try, because the girls, with their idleness, laziness, pretend stupidity, stupid jokes, combined with absolutely innocent faces, almost gave the commander and their mentors heart attacks. After that, their training was entrusted to an experienced Tracker. And he immediately said to the girls who did not want to learn: if it does not come through heads, it will come through asses, tits and pussies! And he kept his words, and in the truest sense. All the exercises and trainings he began to subject the young hussies to were in one way or another connected with the mentioned parts of the body.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:18

There were so many unusual bed toys that Hans' eyes went wide at the author's invention. Training combat? Here's some training armor. Oh, I forgot to tell you, there are special amulets on the inside of the breastplates and plates that protect the groin. Every wrong or missed blow, and they'll send you a discharge of very weak but very unpleasant lightning. We're running a marching race? Great, here's a special ointment for you girls so you don't rub your tits and cheeks. Oh, I forgot to tell you, women's sweat makes it very itchy. Luckily, there's an antidote just at the top of that hill over there, that's where the finish line is. Shall we practice sitting in ambush? Each of you gets Ben Wa balls in a known location, which vibrate at the most unexpected moment on your mentor's command. Tug of war? Now we're gonna hook it up to you know what.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:29

All of this, of course, would have inevitably descended into group debauchery, but the experienced mentor from the very beginning had enlisted the help of an old acquaintance sorceress from the army counterintelligence. She did a little brainwashing of the recruits. So they could finish only on the command of the mentor. And that was their main motivation and reward. And the result was not long in coming. From a bunch of inexperienced green novices, they turned under the guidance of their mentor into very smart and skillful warriors.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:20

Throughout the book, the girls, pissed off by their mentor's methods and the underfucking they caused, tried their best to catch him to get him into bed and get even for the humiliation in training. He did not even pay any attention to all their pathetic attempts. It was understandable, because the green rookies didn't stand a chance against an experienced Tracker. He could have ignored their efforts, because there was nothing they could do.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 08:21

When Hans had finished reading the book, he wiped away the tears that came to his eyes from laughter. He had to come up with such an idea and draw it too! It was a laugh and a sin, but it was really good! He wondered whose book it was. Looking around, the tracker scratched his head. There were a few bags and bales of things scattered on the floor, which he had knocked over in the darkness, stepping in the wrong place. Figuring out exactly where the book had fallen out of was impossible. Shrugging, he put it away in the first one he found. It must have been bought at Eternal by Taria, she liked that sort of thing more than anyone. Taking the beer mug, the tracker finished the contents in a gulp and took another Step. This time it was a lucky one.

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 07:53

He tossed his robe to the floor and collapsed onto his bed, making himself comfortable on the pile of fur blankets. Yeah... It had been a long time since he'd laughed like that. Although, some of the methods of the book mentor were not only very funny, but also effective. No, it's clear that all of this is nonsense, but if you think about it... And in fact, for the girls here, such methods can be a good fit. Especially since they just need to get some pepper under their tight green asses, because they've completely slacked off. Hmm... That was a good idea, especially since he had nothing much to do until Tin recovered. Hmm... He'll have to think about it tomorrow morning....

Camrad_RIP 26.03.25 в 07:52