Sacred Chevalier

Even if a chevalier is a candidate, three gold coins are paid monthly from the second grade. In addition to that, Kate earned some "part-time" money for the weekend and had a lot of room for her nostalgia. So Kate was using those kinds of money for "her own woman".

"Weird outfit......"

A beautiful girl with silver hair, close to white, stands dressed in pitch black. White embroidery is sewn around the neck and the skirt is even around the knee. He wears white tights and black shoes, and his head wears a black ribbon one at a time, left and right.

"Yeah, just what I thought. They look great on Sasha."

It is a "piece for children" that incorporates dresses that have been gradually becoming popular in aristocratic societies since last year. It was Kite's order that was based on black and white. Due to the tone reminiscent of the funeral, the ordered tailor was tilting his neck...

Kate sat on the sleeping table and watched the girl standing in front of her from her toes. When a silver-haired, faceless girl wears pitch-black clothes, it creates some sort of demonic atmosphere and instigates Kite's appetite. I want to love my young lady fully with this clothing on... my groin got hot with my beast.

"Sasha, lift your skirt with both hands..."

"Pervert......"

With that said, Sasha honestly picked up her skirt with both hands. Bright white tights that extend to underdeveloped thighs. I see a white garter that holds it in place. Eventually a white hill appeared wrapping the girl's garden. The shorts eaten into the V-shape are clearly floating the wareme.

"Come here"

Turn your right hand and let it approach you as you stroke your ass. Then he stroked the white hill with his middle finger on his left hand and began to push the girl's garden with punipuni from the top of the cloth.

"Huh... Huh..."

Remains faceless and reacts picklessly. Lift your jaw and start leaking your sweet voice as you exhale. Kate's right hand strokes her girly little ass to her thighs, while her left hand stimulates the sensitive part of the girl from above her white shorts with cunning.

"Huh... Feels good..."

The girl keeps gasping as she dyes her cheeks cherry. Eventually, where shorts came in subtle humidity, Kate stopped caressing.

"Sasha, now cite me with your mouth..."

Place your right index finger on the girl's mouth. I nodded cocklessly as I opened my little mouth and squeezed it.

A beautiful girl in a black dress kneels under her feet. With small white hands, grip a hot, stiff roll. I look up, moisturizing my eyes, even though I have no expression.

"Sasha, don't please me with your mouth"

"Mmm..."

The tip of the rolling tip seeps through the clear ahead run. Sasha gave out her little tongue and started licking it off with a tyrosis. It crawls the tongue from the back muscle to the cali, giving it exquisite stimulation. Comfortably, Kate groaned unexpectedly.

"I knew Sasha's tongue was the best."

"Hmm... I'll make you feel a lot better"

A beautiful girl who only looks about eleven years old serves carelessly while moisturizing her eyes. After licking the entire tortoise head, crawl the tongue from rod to root and gently sweet bite the seminal sac. And he slowly licks it up from the ground up, staring at his own face. It was a fallacious sensuality, like ordering a young girl to be sexually treated.

It makes beautiful girls "for themselves" who would want them loaded with tens of thousands of dollars if they were a nobleman of childhood hobbies. This wonderful tongue-in-the-mouth, totally hairless young shame hill and the blue fruit behind it are all your own. Such a sense of conquest, superiority, further enhances the beast appetite.

"Huh... Huh..."

Start moving your head rhythmically. to around the middle of the pole, but the lips catch on to the crisp with exquisite strength, further poking the tip at the tip of the tongue. It was an unthinkable tongue move from its young appearance.

"Kuh."

I inadvertently put my strength into my lower body. Sasha let go of her mouth and stroked her pointy tip with Lerolero and her tongue, while she was not being upbeat.

"Don't be patient. Get it out whenever you want..."

And start moving your head again. This wonderful mouth is dedicated to me. Keep your instincts, be careless as masturbation, just spit out your desires. When I grabbed the ballsac gently with the little hand of a beautiful girl and was rubbed loose, Kite couldn't stand it anymore.

Sasha, let's go.

Heat rushes up the urethra and cloudiness overflows the girl's mouth. Sasha drinks cocoon and cloudy, even though she makes her eyebrows a little rough. To a great sense of ejaculation, Kate exhaled a sigh of satisfaction.

"Hmmm... Hmmm..."

Potatoes and cloudy mouth ends were suppressed with fingers, and Sasha drank everything away. When Kate held up the young lady, she pushed her down on the sleeping table. Rather than waning, the roll is fierce for further flavor.

The girl, pushed down by the sleeping table, was forced to spread her legs. Lovely white shorts reveal. They lift their legs and give them a mangling back.

"Hey......"

A girl shakes her head reluctantly. But I can't back off. Girls with intrinsic abilities (original) "Thousand Eyes" are only as powerful as children because even the Holy Knight is not physically fortified.

"Lovely, Sasha"

The white fabric in front of me was floating a crisp and wareme. Rub it with Punipni and stroke the wareme. Touch underdeveloped childish legs and enjoy the incense of blue fruit.

"Hmm... I'm embarrassed..."

Sasha dyes her cheeks even though she is faceless. Caress thoroughly from the top of the cloth and remove the cloth as the fruit juice begins to seep. Ma Sara Shame Hill, a light red wareme peels out. Kite did not hesitate to insert her tongue into the entrance to the immature garden.

"Hiccup."

The girl closed her eyes and gasped. Enjoy the lovely squeal as you sip the honey overflowing from the young. Roll the little protrusion with your tongue, with the skin on, until the spotless little butthole. The girl couldn't stand it any longer as she stroked her childish underdeveloped legs as she indulged in the punning elasticity of a hairless shame hill.

"Caito... please..."

A beautiful girl reaches out as she dyes her cheeks. Love and indulge in the almost ripe blue fruit, and finally stand your teeth on the pulp. Roll up your skirt and open your legs while wearing a black dress. Beautiful, childish garden breathing in a hairless shame hill wareme with rough, fierce rolling pointy tips.

"Huh... Huh..."

The beautiful girl, who only looks about eleven years old, shudders in a pickle and chops, her eyes closed. Place the pointy tip against the entrance and bring it up and down. Simply thinking of the unique flavour of fruit that is not yet ripe gives rise to an unspeakable beastly desire from a sense of sadness and disloyalty.

"Well, let's see."

Into the girl's underdeveloped womb, slowly breaking in. Even though it is wet, the meat is stiff and feels like mites. The stiffness also stirred the inferiority by stirring the feeling that she was committing a beautiful girl.

"Mm-hmm... uh-hmm..."

Sasha groaned unexpectedly with a distressed look on her brilliant face. From the sight of it, it would look like a young girl enthusiast is committing an innocent beautiful girl as she desires. In fact, looking down at the distressed Sasha makes me feel like I'm really committing an 11-year-old girl.

Without going to the bottom, it reaches the deepest part of the way. I don't try to force myself into it. Pull back slowly to taste the hardness of the fruit. And go back again.

"Hih... mmm... ah"

"Mm-hmm. No matter how many times you taste it, Sasha tastes special. The tightness of the mite is delicious again"

Slightly faster lower back movement. Grab the girl's thin hips with both hands and hit her with inferiority as you wish. Eat to scrape the meat that tightens painfully, keep poking the trick and the deepest.

"Huh... Huh..."

With a distressed look on his face, a glow enters his leaking voice. I don't need to hesitate anymore. Embrace a little cuddle in a black dress, overlap your lips, and tangle your tongue.

"Come on, I'll pour you a tap."

Hearing the girl gasp, Kate quickened her hips. The roll that devoured the girl's meat swells and begins to prepare to open up the inferiority. You don't have to be shy. I have the right to eat as many beautiful girls as I want.

"Sasha! Yikes!"

My hips tremble and the heat rushes up the roll. Pour a chunk of inferiority into the deepest as it is.

"Hiuuuuuu!

Sasha leaned back and turned to the top with a burning sensation in her womb. Embrace the girl trembling bickerly in her arms. Satisfaction sighed at the satisfaction of eating the blue fruit thoroughly.

"It was delicious, Sasha..."

"Huh..."

While overlapping her lips, Kate's hips were moving loosely. I still don't taste enough. Now let's take off our dresses and greed in our seats. Lick your underdeveloped chest, your beautiful armpits, and wear your butthole. Let's devour, indulge and cloud this girl in every corner. If you think so, more hunger and bestiality creep up than just now.

"Sasha, more. I want to taste more."

On the girl's clothes, the beast's hand hung.

Under the lamp lights, look through the material. There's a beautiful girl (Sasha) lying on the bunk with her whole body cloudy. I'm usually satisfied with five to six degrees, but I let it go eight times tonight. I licked the girl's entire body and let go of her sperm until I felt better. I'll hang a thin cloth on Sasha, who has fallen asleep to almost faint. Winter nights, but the interior is surprisingly warm as the smoke from the fireplace is engineered to go outside through the copper pipe under the floor. Having made sure Sasha was asleep, Kite left her bedroom to burn firewood. Stronger the fire, he sits straight in the reception room chair and drops his eyes on the material he was holding. This is the material given to me by Lilia Shrisp, Dean of the College. The writer is Paul Shrisp, known as the "Lazy Hero". It's a paper my ex-husband wrote as a college student, but it seems the content was too dangerous to grip at the Knights College.

The title is "On the significance of the war against the Turkmen Empire".

"Approximately war requires" purpose ". Most humans don't like murder. But it is the battlefield that forces the murder. The purpose of war is to signify murder on the battlefield, commonly referred to as the Great Name. Analysis of the defeats between East and West now scatters if this great name is missing '

Paul Shrisp's thesis began with a general theory, eventually written about the history of the Battle of the Kabachi Plains. The Turmakian Empire suddenly attacked the pioneering village of the Holy Fersis kingdom, which was developing the Kabachi plain. The Empire is the invader and the Kingdom is the victim. This was the "historical fact" within the kingdom. But Paul's thesis questioned the historical reality itself.

"What would be the great name for Otofleet, then emperor of the Tolmakia Empire? Regardless, we would have had the ambition to obtain a fertile land, the Cabbage Plains, and to stabilize the imperial economy. But wasn't there more fear than that? For the Turkmen Empire, which was an emerging country, the presence of a kingdom that would be pioneering in the near future would have been enough to be vigilant. The divine kingdom of Fersis was also founded after numerous wars, starting from a small settlement just like the Empire. For Othofried, the kingdom of Fersis must have been a nation to be referenced and, at the same time, a 'virtual enemy' to stop expansion somewhere '.

"You sure do. If the kingdom had gotten the land of the main shock, the Kabachi Plains, it is possible that it would have even attacked the Empire by now. For Othofried, it may have been a war of self-defense..."

Regardless, you won't be able to say this publicly within the kingdom. However, the perspective of thinking in the position of an enemy country is extremely important. While drinking wine, Kite went on to read the material further.

"If we assumed that the Battle of the Cabbage Plains was also a" war of self-defense "for the Empire, the following questions arise from time to time: That is, is the Kabachi plain important enough land for the kingdom to keep fighting for two hundred years? At present, the Kabee Plains are of no benefit to the kingdom. The northernmost end of the kingdom is the Great Fortress of Varihardt, where it becomes the de facto 'border line'. If the Empire is not seeking the Kabee Plains for invasive purposes, but for self-defense, why don't we just go ahead and do it? Assign the Kabachi Plains to the Empire and define the Valihardt Fortress as the border line. Instead, they make the kingdom drink favorable terms in subsequent deals, etc. Without unhelpful bloodshed, disarmament will also be possible and will lead to the development of the kingdom… '

The kite I read sighed. Paul Shrisp, who wrote this, does have an outstanding brain. But at the same time, if you publish this, you could be called a traitor. Other than that, if there is no more war with the Empire, there will be various influences within the kingdom. In the last two hundred years, for better or worse, there has been a "right to war". I didn't think it was impossible for the college to squeeze it either.

"It's worth a thought, but I guess it's not realistically possible. That should be the same within the Empire. Assuming you got the Kabee Plains, would that satisfy the empire? Seeking further war can be enough."

Whoever wrote this paper should have been aware of that. Nonetheless, I wrote such dangerous content. What was Paul Shrisp thinking? Knowing that I would be gripped by the College, still, did you want to leave this paper......

Thinking about it, drowsiness struck me. Put the cup down and head to the bedroom. Even if you let that go, your lower body must be lumpy in the morning. When you wake up, have it pulled out with the mouth of a beautiful girl. When I went into the bedroom and closed my eyes, my consciousness broke off there.

In the northeastern part of the kingdom is Urus, a plateau surrounded by mountains on three sides, such as the Lisluna Mountains. It is wilderness as a whole with little rainfall, but water is gushing out everywhere, and settlements are formed to surround it. The soil was lean and this platform, unsuitable for farming, was, more than ever before, the place of exile for sinners. This platform, which had embraced those who had flown from the east, those who had descended from the north, and those who had fled the kingdom, had turned into a crucible of chaos, a search for slight food and water, and a fierce rivalry between the small settlements.

At the end of January 488, the history of the kingdom, the incident that later brought the kingdom and empire to war began with a skirmish in Ursu Taipei.

"Shh! You were right!

Men so dirty that they may never have taken a bath since birth praise one man ecstatically. With little sacrifice, they attacked and destroyed a single settlement with just under a hundred people. This will not cause any problems with water or food for the time being. With a woman, I can handle my desires. We got a place in this "death platform". There was no reason for the men to rejoice.

Praised by everyone was a man of thin pigment. The man, with light brown hair and red eyes, confirmed to the head of the unit, without changing his expression in particular.

"Guran, even I'm understaffed. Don't kill me as much as you can, okay?

"Oh... but oh? If we keep him alive, we're gonna run out of eating monkeys, okay? Better kill him..."

"That's stupid. There is a shortage of food because there is no one to make it. Even wasteland can be harvested somewhat if cultivated. If you want to conquer this platform, use your head, not your arms."

"Heh... I'll leave that to you. Me, if I eat and offend, that's fine. Ola, you son of a bitch! It's not a waste of time! And looting is strictly forbidden. I'll distribute it later."

No matter how you look at it, it only looks like the leader of a bandit, Guran yells. A man who couldn't read or calculate, but he was quite well looked after and weighed. The red-eyed man cooperated only because he just seemed kind of funny...

"Mr. Sinan, what shall we do?

"Do not hesitate to gather the people of the settlement in one place. We need to reassure them. And check the stockpile. I wish I had cereal..."

I finished giving instructions to the men and looked at the rough earth. I took care of him, so I taught him to do something like beat him up, but it worked unexpectedly. For this minute, we may be able to unify the land.

"Well, do you want to try until you get tired of it? If you fail, you just have to flow again..."

A thin man of pigment flowing from the East, whining so much as if he had been objectified. The man, whose name will later be inscribed in history, is called "Ilham Sinan". At this time, he was twenty-three years old.