Santairiku Eiyuuki

"A little more to the right...... no, it's going too far. To the left...... a little further down. Yeah, there... weak, more grumpy... idiot! Too strong! Do it gently."

"... lots of orders"

The Great Baths of the Palace of the Lemurian Empire.

There were two men and women in the massage room adjacent to the Emperor's private bathroom.

The man was letting the woman Renalier give him a massage.

"Can't the princess of Hayastan even loc a massage?

"Oh, of course..."

Renalier replied with some frustration.

In this world it is the work of slaves and junior servants, such as massage.

Lunarier, a royalty though a small country, has never had a massage.

"Ha... call me Chiffany or... no, but don't bother staying so lousy"

The man groans bossy as he twists the chain that is reaching out of his hand.

The chain was directly connected to a metal shackle attached to the lunarier.

As I said earlier, massage is a slave's job.

We have to do slave work. We have to do slave work...

The man who swung the mysterious theory, for example, had made Renalier look like a slave.

He was dressed in a worn hemp piercing coat that had not been stained in any way, and fitted with shackles, shackles and shackles on top of it.

Taking into account that actual slaves will wear clothes no different from civilians and will not be forced to wear restraints that are likely to harm their daily lives: shackles, etc., Renalier's appearance today would be less than slavery.

(... are you going to let me do it again in the future)

Renalier ate up his teeth.

And... like harassment - or almost certainly harassment. Moving my gaze to the big look I was made to install in front of me.

With the steam from the bathroom and my own sweat, the piercing coat is wet... sticking to my skin perfectly, and the lines of my body are emerging.

But there is no problem with that.

Because that kind of dress exists, too.

Lunariely humiliating is the lower body.

This piercing coat can't see inside, only has a hem to the limit critical.

In addition, it contains deep slits to the lower back.

If you move a little, you'll naturally be hidden inside.

Underwear is naturally confiscated.

In Pharus and Hayastan, the exposure is precisely to the knee, and if it is above the knee, prostitutes, clothes that can be seen inside, are not worn by prostitutes either.

In other words, as things stand, Lunarier's outfit is less than a whore's outfit, according to Lunarier's ethics.

It is accompanied by blackening shackles, shackles and even shackles.

Anger and humiliation boil down in Renalier's mind.

And watching Renalier turning his face bright red...

In the mirror the man is laughing at Niyaniya.

And from time to time, you pull the chain and provoke the lunarier.

(... well, I sold my body for the country, something similar)

Renalier laughs mocking herself.

"My hands are stopped, don't rest"

"Agoo... Shh, sorry..."

They blame me for resting my hands...

The chain was pulled hard.

When they pull the chain, the shackles eat into their throats and some pain runs...

At the same time, unspeakable humiliation boils down.

"Lunarier, you come on... you said something about me, a piece of self-esteem or something, didn't you?

"I said..."

Renalier distorts his expression.

This man in front of me digs back into the past and humiliates this one to Tane.

The same is true in that neither the man in front of him nor the Renalier would choose the means if it were in the national interest...

Renalier feels somewhat of a guilty thing against a man who doesn't break his heart at all when he embeds people in a ploy, but on the contrary feels pleasure.

So if they pull that out...

There's nothing Renalier can do about it.

"You're priceless, too. It's more than Carolina. You can't tell me about people."

"It's..."

"Naturally, you're royal, albeit small. That's also the king's only daughter. He's clever, and most importantly, he's smart, so he has a lot of knowledge of how to speak an approximate language. You grew up praised, didn't you? You've never tasted frustration or failure before, have you?

Renalier listens to the man...... keep massaging.

In fact, all men's words are true. Renalier has a lot of pride, and he looks and looks like this.

It's true that I grew up praised before, and I've never had any major setbacks or failures.

Truth...

Renalier didn't know what the man intended.

This man doesn't vomit meaningless words.

It makes sense not to say it, and it makes sense to say it.

That's the kind of guy.

So I guess they mean something, but they're intentional.

There is a malicious and inferior intention to humiliate the Renalier.

So if you answer poorly than you don't know your intentions, you'll dig a grave.

I have already learned in my previous relationship that this man is... far superior to himself in terms of heartbreaking.

"What did you think? I wonder why this guy can't even do this much. I guess I don't understand. I wonder why you do such a stupid thing. Why make such an unreasonable choice? I was born into a skank and pathetic. I was born in Busyk and pathetic. Born stupid and pathetic...... I thought, you know?

……

If there is or not, there is.

There will be no such thing as a human being.

Say what applies to everyone... as if to say it.

It's a scammer's, Incredible Diviner's M.O.

"You've looked down on the one below you before... you've come in peace, haven't you?

"I don't want you to... tell me"

Reflectively, Renalier answered.

And I said it and regretted it.

Because a man smiled niggardly.

"Oh yes... so am I. So come on... I was angry then. You set me up. Come on... I was so angry. But well... I'll never taste that again. At least you don't want to taste it. So, how does it feel?

That's what the man said and pulled the chain as much as he wanted.

And I grabbed Lunarier's hair that I drew... forcefully to my face.

Two lips overlap.

The man's tongue penetrated Renalier's mouth, inexorably ravaging it.

Saliva transmits the jaw and drips to the floor.

After a while the man let go of his lips.

A bridge of saliva crosses between them.

"For the rest of my life, how does it feel to be looked down on by me... to be made to give in and live? Look, I feel like I can make you do things that even the people you've been looking down on don't do."

"Ugh..."

Renalier stares at the man.

Whatever you say, and you don't have to say anything, it's self-evident that you can decipher the emotions of "regret," "dislike," and "hard."

So at least stare at it as resistance.

Most of all... Renalier also knew that she was not frightened to the point of being stared at by a woman who looked less than slave.

In the end, it doesn't make sense to do anything.

Resistance and rebellion are not even tolerated.

"Hmm... you..."

Then the man smiles with a nigga...

Pelo licked Renalier's cheek.

Renalier accidentally raises his rubbed voice.

"Hey, what..."

"I wiped your tears, thank you."

That's what they say...

It was the first time I had noticed tears coming from both my eyes.

(oh... that sucks...)

This would still have been better if it had been cursed and scattered.

I glance at you with half a cry...... oh my god, it's the same as I fully affirm "yes, you're right".

"I didn't think you'd cry. Was it that hard? I'm sorry. Tell me it's hard if it's hard. You can cry if you want, okay?

True opposite than I assumed then...

With a gentle voice, he threw a gentle word at me.

I wonder what this means...... Lunarier is confused for a moment.

Do you ever reflect that this man has also done too much?

Or is there still goodness in the degree of shards...

Yes...

It was just a few moments, I expected.

The man said with a nigga... a terribly mean grin.

"Well, I'll never stop. Ha ha!!!!

"Gu... ah, you... really..."

You scumbag.

It's about to leak out of my mouth.

The man in front of me doesn't get mad at me for saying that.

I won't be angry... but I will pretend to be angry.

And...

There was no doubt that the act escalated by turning it into a tan.

"Well, don't be angry, Renalier"

That's what the man said and stroked Renalier's head.

The hand that stroked his hair conveyed his cheeks intact, touching his jaw… touching his upper body swelling, armpits, stomach, inner crotch, and lower abdomen.

"But? Isn't that you, too? Your attitude involves the national interests of the Kingdom of Hayastan. Why don't you be a slave anyway, and your heart will be a slave? Tell me about your husband. 'Exactly, my husband!!' If they keep holding back, maybe they'll soften their attitudes a little, too?

Renalier snorted and kicked the man's suggestion.

"Assuming... you wouldn't be fooled if I took that attitude. Isn't that right?

"Well...... right. Then we should try to make it seem that way from the bottom of our hearts."

said the man to try.

Then...

"If I did... you'd get tired of me, wouldn't you?

……

"You prefer a defiant, toothed woman to a submissive woman like me, don't you?

A woman named Carolina, this man's rightful wife, is basically submissive to this man.

But... I often punch a man in the chest with my fist with pokapoka, obstinate, angry... sarcasm... I also watch him behave rebelliously.

Plus a girl named Siffany, this man's favorite servant...

I say disrespectful sarcasm that is unlikely in view of the position that I am a servant.

It's not just women.

These men's ministers basically obey a man's orders, but they give their opinions and sarcasm.

There is no such thing as an environment in which sarcasm is allowed in relation to subordination…

Even the kingdom of Hayastan, where the king is weak, seldom means that his subordinates speak ironically against the king.

It would be even more so in the Lemurian Empire, which makes the Emperor 'the agent of God on earth'.

I'm allowed to be sarcastic...

Rather than that, it may be correct that it is recommended.

I like this man.

There's an attitude of rebellion within the limits of what humans are allowed to do right now.

At least this man looks sincerely happy whenever Renalier takes a defiant attitude.

Whether... rather than being cursed or disobeyed...

I suppose you like to twist a person with that attitude down with force.

He has a truly perverse sexuality.

"That's a good prospect. That's right... that's what I love about you..."

The man strokes Renalier's inner crotch as he says so.

"Don't betray me, okay?

Renalier received the double meaning of the word.

One is that you don't betray yourself purely, threatening that if you betray me, you won't know what happens to the Kingdom of Hayastan.

The other thing is... don't betray your expectations, tell them to be defiant to the end.

Renalier replied, staring at the man.

"You don't have to tell me... whether you sell your body and your flair, your mind isn't going to sell it. Whatever you do, it will never change that the best of me is the kingdom of Hayastan"

The man who heard the words...

Erkühl is...

"Ha ha!!! Your body won't give in to you if you give in!! Excellent, you are!!! Oh, I love it, I love it, Lunarier!!!

"... I hate you"

Renalier's last words were scratched off by Elquille's high laughter.