The Marquis' Eldest Son's Lascivious Story

Where is the main dish of the date, it's on the bed.

I pulled Minute's hand and drew my body.

"Will...?

I asked the soldiers of the Qualdenze army before, and they can't say that such a place in the castle town, the take-in inn, is in good hygiene. I didn't want to hug each other in a dirty room with fleas gushing.

Maybe there's a luxury-oriented take-in inn out there somewhere, but unfortunately, I'm not investigating the area in particular. I feel sorry to ask the Minute just now, and I feel like I know it in the first place.

That's why it's a separate residence. A little distance, but it's not like you can't walk away. Thank you, Loveho. Let me use it instead.

In the morning, Tesh was telling him to prepare the bath and bed for the separate mansion.

Accumulate just a few words and point your serious gaze at the Minute.

"... after this, okay?

The perceptible Minute immediately understood what I was trying to say and returned a glossy color-dyed gaze here.

"Yeah...... I want to be with you a little more too, Will..."

Her voice was such a distraction to a man that she might start taking off her clothes on the spot if there were no people in the alley.

There are as many as three baths in the separate residence.

It's a man's bath, a woman's bath, and an open-air bath. This is my late uncle's yari room or yari mansion, so the number of baths is high.

As I walked out of the man bath and into the hallway for my bedroom, a small shadow walked from the other side.

"Ah...... Your husband. Welcome back."

The identity of that shadow, who was forced to paste a smile, was Eve. I guess I'm just returning to a separate mansion with my own room after working at the Development Order.

Soon I bow my head deeply and look at her waiting with trembling that I will be gone and come up with good things.

I will not attribute it to Eve's gratitude, but will continue straight down the hall. And I gave one instruction to the servant who was waiting in front of the bedroom door.

Enter the bedroom and lie in bed. Minute has nothing to do because she's in the middle of taking a women's bath and polishing a woman.

I look up in hot water with my hands to cool my cheeky face. Autumn is also getting deeper, but bathing is still hot.

"Tell the black clothes tonight to put water in the bucket and bring it to the room. If you tell him, stay back."

"Yes, sir."

Instruct the servant you withheld in the bedroom and start getting ready for some fun after this.

I confirmed the valletta I bought at the Blue Sky Market and decided to read the wooden boards in my spare time with notes of my tits bickering.

After a while there was a small noise, so I looked back and a bucket of water was placed on a round table like a shabu table.

The moment I checked the water in the barrel and sat down on the bed, I heard a knock on the door.

This is how servants slap. Who the hell came to do what when I told him to back off?

"Who? Get in."

"Excuse me."

When the door opened, it was the Minute who was there. She is also convinced of the way the servant knocks because she is a maid.

She seemed a little nervous because she had allowed herself to enter the room in a few cold words.

"I've been waiting. Come here."

"Yes."

Move to bed and sit back.

The lighting magic has been cut off, so there are only dim lights by candles in the room. Minute slowly approached him to check his foot step by step.

The maid who works for the castle doesn't come to the mansion, so this is the first place for her to step in.

"We apologize for keeping the young lady waiting"

Minute, who stood beside me, broke his hip and started apologizing.

I don't know why, but the minit switch is in work mode.

"We're still on a date. Why are you being a maid of honor minute?

"No, well, I wore more servant uniforms... There was also Master Tesh..."

When I entered the separate mansion earlier, Tesh led me to wait at the back door, but it was interesting to watch the minute wolf at that time.

Tesh is her boss. Would it feel like the general manager would have welcomed you if a female peacekeeper tried to enter the Love Hotel amicably with the president?

"Hmm, something like that?... It would also be hard to force you to change your language. Minute, you can call me whatever you want in bed from now on. It would be better if you could talk to me intimately, but you're the easiest person to talk to."

"Thank you very much for your concern"

Lead him to slap the bed and sit next to him.

"Yes...... yeah. Sit down."

"All right, all right."

Praise by stroking the head of the switched minute. I put my finger through her hair, which is narrowed but stays.

Is the curly chestnut hair well cared for or slips well between your fingers? I liked touching my tight hair a lot.

"That's right. I have something for Minute. I bought it at the market today."

I let Barletta, who I left on the edge of the bed, hold it in Minute's hand.

"Wow, beautiful tortoise craftsmanship..."

Seeking a candle light source, Minute's hand with Barletta wanders through the universe fluttering.

The finesse of the red noodle-style material sparkled.

"This is a maroashyna flower, isn't it?... glad."

The eyes that stare at this one reflect the color of the candle in tears. It also looks like it's melting down with heat.

Minute stroked the finely crafted flowers traced to Barletta with her fingers to be merciful.

Apparently, it was a clam.

"I didn't know his name, but I thought it was a minute flower"

When I saw this craftsmanship on the market, I thought it resembled a red flower with a good scent that Minute often lived in a vase. The red flower was still alive in her room the day she first held her.

If it was a gift, we wanted to make it something to do with each other.

"Ugh..."

Minute shuddered her shoulders with tears like pompous and beeball.

She seemed so impressed that she lay down her face holding Barletta in front of her chest.

"I'm glad you're happy, and so am I."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Hold the minit to wrap it up and wait for it to stop crying.

After a while the tremor stopped, she stared at me and closed her eyes.

"Nhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

When the lips were aligned, they had a surprising aspiration. Guided to my excitement by the rough breath of the Minute.

Turn the arm you were holding to the back of her head and intercept her tongue as it ravages this one's mouth.

"Young... Will, Will... I like... I don't like... ♡"

"Me too, I like it..."

I'm drunk with the taste of love coming from her tongue, and I speak out to respond to the loss and her thoughts, too.

What came back to it was a hot, deep kiss. My mouth, trying to keep the word going, is blocked by her and she's about to push me down as it is.

I push my tongue back and interrupt the kiss once.

"Hmm... hmm?

Chew it more, my eyes are beautiful and I lost quickly.

"Nchuuuuuuu ♡ hahaha...... chuuuuuuuuuuu ♡ chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ♡ chuuuuuuuuu

In a fierce kissing storm I gently lay my hands on the shoulder strap of the baby doll wearing a minute.

It's still unclear who's ready, but this time again, the baby doller did a good job.

The dark orange-dyed fabric and the shaped design that accentuated the chest slightly suited the miniature really well. The bright colors stick to her in today's vibrant atmosphere.

"Chiu ♡"

You noticed I was trying to take it off, Minute only weakened the kissing offense a little bit.

Remove the ribbon on your chest by releasing a little snuggling with her in that gap. The cloth opened and the breast spilled so that it broke.

"Yan."

Small or not big, age-appropriate cute meat shakes.

Where she shyly concealed her chest with both arms, I pull a knot in my hip string bread.

"Geez."

hold a minute dressed just like that from behind, and throw the cloth of string bread under the bed.

Her secret was lit by the swinging flames of the candles.

"Will, your, eh... Oh no..."

I can see the Minute putting effort into closing the crotch.

I'll put some effort into my hands to prevent it, while I check her underhair.

Compared to the first time I held it, it looked like it was being taken care of just a little bit.

"Ah... no ♡ don't look..."

You embarrassed me to be staring at you, I give you a voice like she's sweet.

I stroked her pubic hair. She had the same chestnut soft hair as her hair.

Around here, by the way, married women and women with fiancées who have pledged their future have a habit of shaving their pubic hair. She decides to show her genitals only to the man she loves, and shaves her hair.

"You're growing."

I'm a keen man to conceive Minute, and I'm not going to give it to another man or anything.

I don't feel the signs of growing with the patronage of the powerful either at the moment, and I'm purely happy that you sincerely admire me.

That's why I wanted to shave her pubic hair. I wanted to make her aware of the presence of me in a visible way.

Sooner or later, when she has a child, she wants to surround herself with fame as my concubine.

"If I told you I wanted you to shave, wouldn't you like it?

Minute's back, stuck to my chest, rocked wide.

In a way, this is like a proposal. Hands on her chest, along with the softness of her raw milk, even transmitted to the fierce heartbeat of her heart.

A man tells a woman, 'Shave my hair for me'. That's not exactly the direct way to put it, but this, in fact, seems to be a major proposition among civilians. You think some people give you razors for shaving on the spot or something?

"I don't hate it! Glad to hear it! Young...... Will, it's like a dream to be able to shave for you...... ah...... ♡"

I grabbed the razor I had prepared on my desk after lightly embracing the Minute that hits me with pleasure.

Place a bucket with water on a round table similar to a shabu table between her crotches and hand her a razor.

"Where I shave, let me see"

From behind the minit, I peered in a way that put my jaw on her shoulder.

"Yes......!

Bright red to her ears, she shrugs the bucket of water with her hands and paints it on her crotch. My lower body nearly burst into a very nasty sight.

"Oh, you shave...?

"Oh. Let me see."

The sound of a razor stroking his skin and cutting his hair echoes.

Her pubic hair, which was not that thick, was falling off and her white skin was revealed after losing what she protected.

I guess my skin was a little too damaged because there was no shaving foam or anything like that, occasionally a ball of blood came up.

"Ah..."

Damage to that skin is healed by activating healing magic. If it's for a beautiful twitchy mandarin, magic is not spared.

"What a fearful thing... young lady..."

It is impossible, first and foremost, for civilians to have their magic done directly from the nobility.

Her hands as she shaved stopped and seemed to tremble with emotion.

"It's for the Minute, so it's special. Don't tell me."

"Ha, ha."

Minute knocks his neck back and pushes it around my chest.

What a comfortable head stiffness.

"Look, my hands are stopping. You'll shave for me, won't you?

Encourage continued shaving as you stroke your head.

It didn't take that long until Minute turned out to be a stunning pimp.