Arcadia’s Labyrinth

Shopping for women is a long time.

When I was in the village, those were the words I heard scattered from the men she had.

By the end of the weekend, they had been riding the carriage for hours and escorting her to the nearest city for shopping, and they were always foolish about the other men as they snuck around the next day.

Every time, it was customary for men who didn't have her to curse them, but now I finally knew one end of their suffering.

The buyout with Elise went well at first.

Weekly buyouts make familiar stores regular, and those stores look at Elise's face and say, "Oh, Elise, is that the usual guy?" I guess it was prepared beforehand. "A pattern was constructed whereby a paper bag was handed over.

Elise receives it in exchange for money, and I take it. The baggage was to such an extent that Elise could carry it around, somewhat bulky but not significant in weight.

At this time, I was completely alarmed by what was going on inside me, and I even felt good about Elise's phrase, "That's a boy, he's got power."

... Hell began after the buyout was over.

Elise enjoyed window shopping from the money she bought out and offered her extra money for the weekend.

Regardless, her father understood that implicitly, too, rather it was to give her a penny replacement to help with the family business every day and to let her practice the price.

It's like a little kid who went out and bought sweets for a change, and I was smiling at first.

The gold Elise secured for the price is just about a piece of silver coin. I'm about to get dressed.

Unlike that other world in this world, clothes are basically handmade. It is therefore quite a price for any cheap clothes, and most clothes have been re-tailored. If it's new clothes, the price jumps even more.

The clothes Elise buys were also such old clothes, and she went into the old fashion store, I guess, where she goes.

It's a piece of silver, and it'll be over soon. That's what I thought, and soon I'll be thinking about women's obsession with shopping.

First, she took hundreds of old clothes with a serious look and watched the details. And I ensured something in good condition out of it and went on about it until I finished looking at all the clothes. And now I select even more of my eye-catchers from the clothes I've secured and squeeze them up to a couple of candidates. Then she tries on one of those clothes and asks me. "Which one suits me best?".

I was totally tired of waiting while she was choosing clothes, and I replied appropriately that they all looked good, etc., but that touched her scales. I'm in the mood for her completely bent heso, and now I make a solid critique of trying it on.

Eventually all the criticism was over, she finally wondered if she was going to buy clothes, and when she hid those clothes in a discreet place, she left the store.

I was surprised. When I asked her if she would buy clothes, she made a surprise statement. "I want to buy my favorite clothes after looking around other stores," he said.

Yes, I was a big idiot when I thought I'd be done shopping soon because of one silver coin. Because of one piece of silver, she carefully selects and selects the one she really likes.

Then she laddered two old clothes shops and repeated the same thing.

By then I was more mentally exhausted than Zakorn Hundred Cuts and wanted to finish shopping as soon as possible, I said to her:

"Why don't you buy it all because I'll give you the money?

and.

Needless to say, this was the worst of the worst. At first she seemed reluctant to apologize, but when I bought her all the clothes she had left until the final candidate, she also offered to worry about the extra clothes and the second one in the first house.

I thought I was done shopping, and I bought those clothes with pleasure.

And hell has begun.

The money floated when I offered it. She went to buy accessories with it.

I had a bad feeling at this point. It was me, but I followed him very closely. And the same thing was repeated.

The difference is that I also bought clothes that made my luggage enlarged and more oppressed my spirit.

In the end, there was still a mental limit here, and my offer of money would shorten my shopping time.

But it was me who thought this was finally over, but that expectation was once again betrayed.

This is what she said with a full grin when she was in a good mood for shopping. "I'll pick you cool clothes to thank you for today!".

My heart was leaning in the direction of abandoning her if I were to be pursed any more, but I couldn't say no to these well-intentioned statements.

Besides, I decided to ask her to coordinate with me, who was aware of the countryman and questioned my fashion sense from the dark matter of pitch black.

This was the biggest mistake of the day.

Having been taken to a clothing store a few ranks above the one she was purchasing, I turned the clothes she would find into a dressing doll that would continue to try on for a long time.

What she brings is fashionable, urban-like stuff, so it's weird from me! It varied until what I wanted to say, and its mental fatigue was a few steps above just waiting.

Eventually, by the time she had finished choosing a few sets of clothes, the day was completely gone and I truly appreciated that this long day would finally come to an end.

And when the two of us returned safely to the inn without a thing, I remembered my original purpose and was stunned.

Because there was no tyranny.

To be precise, I expected there would be no tyranny. There are three keywords when Elise is attacked: "beginning," "buying out," and "thug.”

Therefore, even if we weren't attacked this time, if we dated each week, the event should have happened for the second time and for the third time.

This also means that if you don't wake up today, today's hardships will be repeated twice or three times.

The moment I realized it, the devil started whispering in me.

Can we just abandon him now? You wouldn't have to hang out with this whole thing forever, would you? How much money did you spend on her today? A guy like this, you'd better drop him into slavery. It's easier to use, isn't it?

……………………………

Boo, and stare at her.

She sings her nose in an upbeat mood without knowing the devil is whispering in me.

Beautiful girl, I think. The silver hair as far as the shoulders is glossy and well cared for it makes her feel feminine. The slightly eyed eye tends to have a neat double eyelid, which now gives the impression of still winning, but in a few more years it will also make you glossy.

The shape, despite its small and skinny size, its chest was by surprise rich and still shivers mesmerizingly every time it walks.

Just out of my sight, one minute tall, I could see her deep valley firmly even from her underexposed outfit, driven by the urge to bury her face on its chest unexpectedly.

I see, this means you don't have to be a thug to want to attack her.

Well, what's the matter?

To be clear, I'm not in love with her.

Even if she was assaulted and humiliated by a thug, you won't remember the feeling of sleeping stolen just because you think, pathetically.

At the same time, it's not funny that strangers like this attractive limb all they want.

I have untouched virgin meat in front of me, I want to be the first to devour it, I do have that desire.

But on the other hand, there was a feeling that even after she was no longer a first product and had become a slave, it would be okay.

If you can take away a virgin of a beautiful girl like her, you'll get the best sense of accomplishment as a man. But if you could enslave a beautiful girl like her even after being abused by a lot of people, you must still get a sense of accomplishment.

Instead, I apologize to her for the hard eye encounter, but it was so much more interested as a man in being a slave that I could hold whenever I wanted.

In other words, it is the lust to taste her flesh that is at the heart, and it is my goodwill to save her, which is great. I'm sure there's an aspect of validation of compulsory events, because that experiment doesn't have to be this one.

Just that goodwill was not absolute, either, as saints are, but something shady when fatigued, as it is today.

(I mean, I don't necessarily get her virgin in the first place...)

She gets attacked - I help - I love it! Even I, the virgin, can see that it would not be a development of holding! etc.

To hold her, you'll have to dictate her even after you help her, and you'll need to help her buy out, like you did today.

That's, clearly, Dal.

Otherwise, you might want to split it into experiments where you don't ask for anything in return if you're going to help her anymore, and can you change the forced event any more?

Come on what's up......

"... what's wrong? Are you tired after all?

As I silently contemplated it, Elise looked worried as she peered this way.

"Ya, think a little..."

That said, she smiled bitterly.

"I wish I didn't have to worry about anything. You must be tired. I'm sorry? I might have been up a little bit for the first time dating a boy."

I was just a little surprised by what she said.

"A date? Not a buyout?

"Dating, it is. It's almost over."

"... date, or"

Dating, not buying out. Just thinking about it made me feel much less mentally fatigued today.

Apparently, I hadn't noticed it myself, but it was the buyout nomenclature, not the date, that was stressful.

If it's a date, it's not a bad day like today. I'm even thinking so.

(It's simple, I...)

I think it's simple for me, but I can't help it. That's the kind of creature a man is.

(Can't help it, keep going until the thug event happens)

And that's what I decided.

In the end, I wasn't in love with her, but I didn't hate her enough to abandon her.

Smiling so bitterly inside, she punched her hand with bread.

"That's right, I just forgot to shop for one!

"Uh..."

(…… Ah, here we are!)

Hide your insides and create a frightening atmosphere.

"I'm sorry, there's only one left. Just go home."

Yes, she points to the inn that is visible right in front of her.

"I think you'll find out behind the inn."

"Okay."

"Really? Then thank you so much for today. I'll be sure to thank you."

That's what I told her. I left my stuff behind in the back of the inn with her on my ass.

- My innkeeper's daughter is amazing.

Yeah, I told Billy I was a junior who took care of him when I came into the group.

It was Billy who slammed the Iloha of Labyrinth Exploration into this man who didn't even know how to take care of his sword, and whether he was grateful for it or not. Soon this man was in a position like Billy's cousin.

"That's... what's going on?"

That's good, but the difficulty of talking accelerates Billy's frustration.

Even though he was treated by the healing magic team at the treatment center, his shamelessly crushed jaw made Billy feel slightly uncomfortable every time he talked without going back completely.

Billy remembers the other day in the arena. A joking man dressed as a joke with a name to name for a pitch-black darkness or something.

Soitz accidentally defeated herself, whether it was or not, and exposed the whole city to talk.

Now, when Billy walks around the city, the people watching that game are spoken of as a disaster to Billy.

But Billy did feel a mockery dwelling in the back of his eyes.

More miscellaneous fish lost to miscellaneous fish with LV3's ridiculous name, his eyes said.

(Shit! Fight from the front and I'll win for sure.)

Billy, who hasn't seen the battle after he falls, is so sure he bites his teeth. That's what he believed he lost because he made a dirty surprise.

"So, huh? Hehe, here's one, I was wondering if you could hold a good woman and nourish your English..."

Billy conceives as he sees his junior laughing humbly at him. I see, it's not bad. While I was holding a woman, I felt like I could forget the discomfort in my jaw, and I had the urge to hit a woman with this indulgent depression.

Hold as much as you like, and if you get tired of it, sell it to a slaver and you'll make a good dime. That was also one of Billy's pleasures that had been repeated many times before.

"... in the meantime, do you want to go see the woman"

"That's what I need to do."

Looking at the joyful and brave junior, Billy realized that cultivating English meant getting his own spill in front of the building, but didn't say anything.

It was me at first, but from the way through, multiple was fundamental, and it was Billy's preferred way to keep letting her mates offend her and not give her time to rest while she was resting.

Billy, who imagined messing them up with the daughter of that beautiful inn, followed her junior as she stiffened her groin.

"Hugh, he's definitely got balls."

Billy whistles unexpectedly when she sees Elise, the daughter of the inn in question.

"Isn't it?

The bragging junior ignored and Billy visually raped Elise.

I didn't expect much from the daughter of Yasukuya, but she's better than I expected. I have the look of a popular lady in a fancy whorehouse, even if I quote modestly. You may also look like a noble lady if you wear it securely.

Behind you, your personality seems arrogant because you're letting a boy hold a lot of baggage that you've come from the countryside to Shanghai, but that's good again.

Billy loved subjugating a seemingly conceited, arrogant chick with force.

In the beginning, a woman who was hatefully staring at this one feels pleasure similar to touching even eating faeces in tears in the end.

And at the end of the day, I would sell it to a slaver, but it was Billy's greatest pleasure to lie a whisper then.

The lie is the lie that we are slave traders' men and that it was the real parents who sold the woman.

The look of despair that floats at that moment when the women whose hearts support hope that one day their parents will help them. Seeing that was Billy's greatest pleasure.

What look would that woman have then?

Imagining the moment, Billy waited for it to be night.

And at night.

When Elise was about to come home before sundown, she almost gave up going for next week, but somehow Billy attacked Elise, who had broken up with her man in front of the inn and left her alone, along with her companions.

Even so, it doesn't suddenly strike and abduct you.

For starters, a few buddies follow you openly and put pressure on you.

Then, gradually, they lead them to the unpopular, and when they enter the territory of their own group of slums, they begin to “hunt”.

Go hunting down the prey, little by little, cleverly blocking the way to the front street.

Basically, hunt down prey while keeping a certain distance. And the moment the prey accidentally reaches the end, it strikes at once, breaking a piece of prey's clothing.

So, show a gap to an extent that is not unnatural, and let the woman escape once.

While repeating it, the prey will run around the city of slums dressed naked alike.

Whether or not a young woman escapes with her white skin exposed and her butt shaken stirs up the excitement of the men, making it a good spice for the festival afterwards.

Billy and the others had fun calling this hunt a “naked ghost”.

"Ha-ha-ha."

"Ha-ha-ha, what's up, my legs are getting dull!

With the voices of the inferior men on his back, Elise was running through the city at night withering her breath.

The heart screams long ago, the thighs become pampered, and the calves are not strange whenever they hang in exercise beyond their limits.

Still, Elise couldn't stop. If you stop, Elise's life will end at that moment.

"You're waving your ass so hard to ask me out."

(Ku………!)

Elise's face blushes in the man's mocking voice.

Already the same is true without Elise's clothes, whose breasts are plentiful and buttocks in shape are dew.

Elise had already noticed that the men were deliberately letting Elise escape every time they tore their clothes.

Men inferior to those bastards humiliate Elise by running naked, enjoying watching her swinging breasts and her swinging ass.

- It's painful.

Elise's vision twitches.

- I regret it.

Never cry, Elise had decided. Because if you cry, I feel like you've lost in a real way.

- Sad.

But tears crept against Elise's feelings.

It's really the limit now. Sooner or later the brain gives the order, the legs are slower and slower, unable to take in oxygen as if the lungs were gone.

Second, I remembered the boy who had been staying at the inn for a few days.

At first glance, an ordinary boy just came out of the country. He's the type of boy Elise, the innkeeper's daughter, has seen since she was a kid.

A type of person who, admiring the adventurer of the hero Tan, comes from the countryside to a labyrinth city and loses his life wearing bravery and recklessness.

I've watched so much since I was a kid that I never wanted to be my boyfriend.

Nevertheless, if you realize it, why were you on a date?

The boy, when he talked to him, was clearly different from any other human being.

Unlike the glitter and the failing type of young man who had an unrealistic look at the stars in the night sky, he had clear plans and eyes that would take the earth step by step.

Talking to her, she glanced at her as if she knew everything from the beginning, and Elise accidentally wanted to ask if she'd seen her before.

It was then that the boy realized that he actually looked pretty neat, and if he did, he was fitted with a date promise he called a buyout.

If you emphasize a little bit about your chest what a country guy is, a woman you're used to, you'll have the same reactions as those simple boys out there, a tick-hugging impression boy.

Trying out a date, I bought some clothes for Pompom and Elise, and I couldn't figure out more and more about the boy.

In the end, the total amount used by the boy that day, including his own clothing bill, was nearly ten pieces of silver coins, not an amount that the countrymen who had just come to Shanghai could easily use. There is no sign of being forced to squeeze out, nor is it the wind of the millionaire Sousuke. My interest in the boy grew more and more in Elise.

Is that why? What kept me going out much longer than usual?

... Actually, I knew there had been successive abductions in the city lately at night.

The captured daughter is sold as a slave after being scattered.

So my father had stabbed me with a nail so that I would definitely be back by evening, and I have always done so.

That's what I broke today because I enjoyed dating the boy.

I had too much fun and forgot the important seasoning.

So I'm sure this is because of that strange boy.

(So I'll do anything to help you... Kane...)

And finally, the man pulled Elise's arm into the shadow of his grasp.

Elise, who has been scattered around and has lost her strength, has no power to resist it, and gives herself up to that arm with a sense of giving up.

(Oh, I'm done...)

Tears transmitted a glimmer of cheek with such thoughts, and I doubted my ears to the voice that came down from overhead.

"Be quiet... be nice"

A boy with a soft gentle smile was there when he looked at you haha in his familiar voice.