Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

After breakfast at dawn overnight, after work in the morning, the Urge and the others went out to take care of the sheep.

My daughters were gathered around Nichiri as she tried to perform a ritual to welcome Nichiri as her slave wife.

"Congratulations, Nichiri"

"Good for you."

"Uh, yeah, that"

Nichiri looks like she's in trouble with her daughters saying congratulations.

"But, well, I'm glad you got what Nichiri wanted"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Huh?"

"'Cause after watching your father and your mother make a child of the night, you were comforting yourself with a small word with your father."

"Yeah, yeah."

"I thought maybe they hadn't noticed?

"I don't think you realize it's just your brothers."

Nichiri turns her face bright red to the words of her daughters.

"I feel sorry for your brothers."

Rutta put her arms together. Yeah. She was down and up her neck.

The other daughters learned from Rutta. Yeah, it was coming down.

"Nichiri, it's time to get started. I mean, Rutta, you're going to be married to Sequilo soon, so you don't have to visit."

There are children here to show and learn the ritual of servitude.

"It's Nichiri's sunny stage, so why don't you take a tour, Father?

A face similar to Lucci's has begged with his upper eye and sparkling eyes.

"As, well, okay...... I knew there was no Juik and Juka."

Well, I guess it's natural. I would teach my sons to show them how to welcome their slave wives.

"Mom, I'm going to take care of the horse."

"Hey, come on, let go, let go"

Lucci pulled my ear, Karin grabbed me by the root, and Juik and Juka came to the occasion.

"You both hold on and watch Nichiri marry Master Jumka as a slave wife. Otherwise it's going to be cheating all the time."

Lucci, Karin, don't you have to do anything about it? Neither of you will want to see it.

Juik sits in a pungent manner, and Juika sits in an infidel and pointing in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Nichiri."

"Yes."

Nichiri mouths the ground, the right hand, the left hand, the right foot, the left foot, and I mouth Nichiri's lips, and this ritual is over.

When I mouthed him, Chilah and Nichiri pointed in the direction of Juik and Juka, but immediately turned to me.

Once you meditate on your eyes, open them immediately and stare at me.

The moment they mouth, their daughters cheer and bless, and their sons say nothing.

I feel like you two are desperate with the signs you feel from behind.

It would be sentimental not to see the look on my sons' faces.

"You're done. I'm coming to take care of the horse."

"I'm coming for a long ride and a workout, too."

I felt Juik and Juka leaving Pao, and I went to look after and train my horse today by telling those here to disperse.

It was the end of the day and the night.

I called Ubon and Nichiri and held Ubon first.

Ubon also wiped my body and wore fur as he calmed down his intense breathing.

Nichiri, taking off her clothes and folding them aside, was looking at this one with her face red.

"Nichiri."

"Yes, sir"

Are you sure? I raised her cute as a daughter, not to marry her as a slave wife.

To Noel, that's Mr. Light Source's plan. And my eyes said with a smile that wasn't laughing.

You've been anxious even though I was silent, staring at this one with such faces as fear.

How about this, you can't do this. All the kids I married decided to make me happy won't change my mind, and I can't tell you that I married them because my family can't crack. Make Nichiri happy.

I shake my head and watch Nichiri closely.

The whole body is thin. I guess I haven't eaten very well.

She seems to like milk, so her breasts are tight and big.

The face is well moat deep, close to the face of a woman around the Middle East in her previous life.

"Nichiri."

"Yes."

"You're not my adopted daughter, you're my slave wife, Nichiri."

"Yes."

"So eat tighter. So thin, it worries me."

Nichiri looked pompous for a moment because my words were other than that, but she immediately smiled.

"Yes, eat well and be the body of your husband's choice"

I don't think so.

If I gently stroked Nichiri's head, I nodded quietly and knocked my body back.

He spread his hands, which he was putting together under his chest, over his head and meditated his eyes, spreading his legs slightly to become a dog position.

"Please, master, enjoy yourself fully"

It is almost all common to say at first in my words as a slave wife.

The slight difference is that the leg opening is a little sweet.

If you grab the knee area and try to open it with just a little force, you show faint resistance.

Maybe this is unconscious.

Roll back the resistance of Nichiri and put your body between your open legs to prevent it from closing.

Where Nichiri's body opened her legs, she became more and more red.

I always think that my slave wife's body changes in her first child making are adorable, but I don't know why, no, I know. This is guilt.

I also began to wonder if I could touch Nichiri's big breasts moving with her gradually quicker breathing.

My stuff is still a little stiff, far from totally stiff, too.

Take a deep breath once and slowly lower your hands.

I stroke my cheeks and look at Nichiri's face.

The face that drove my two sons crazy, the face that was neutral when I brought them here, but now she's a complete beautiful girl.

I was my age, and if I wasn't in this position, I might have been obsessed.

Push your cheeks puffy and take your hand to the neck muscle.

When I move my hand, Nichiri meditates even harder on her meditated eyes.

Every time I rub my fingers, I move them, Nichiri shakes her body and gives her a small voice.

Oh, what a good response. Really cute. But still, I feel like something's swirling deep inside my heart.

Lower your right hand and place your hand on a large chest so that it is inversely proportional to your body's thinness.

A slightly soft feel to the fu covers both hands.

"Hmm."

Use both hands to rub tightly the stuffy Nichiri's chest.

Feel the stiffness behind her chest, soft and shape-shifting to the fu, feeling young and young.

I feel cute moving my lips around so that I don't have a voice and I get bored.

Take your hands off your chest, stroke your stomach and lower your hands even further.

Crawl your hand at the crack of a nickel and glance through that line with your middle finger.

I thought it was dry and closed properly, but it was moist and wet there.

If you move your hands up and down, your voice will leak out of Nichiri's closed mouth.

If you open the crack slightly with your finger and use your finger, Nichiri will smother your body.

I solved Nichiri's body several times over and over.

It's so wet that I don't have a problem inserting it into Nichiri's vagina anymore, and my stuff isn't complete, but it's made. If I could just insert it, I could.

Get your hands off the crack of a nickel and, again, touch the face of a nickel.

"Nichiri."

"Yes."

"Nichiri, I will try to make you happy when I marry you. So forgive me for taking it from my sons."

"No, I am happy enough to be your husband's slave wife"

The guilt of letting Nichiri, who says so with a smile after she opens her eyes and looks at me, erodes my mind.

I took my hand off Nichiri's cheek, floated my hips just a little bit, and aligned my stuff with Nichiri's crack.

Nichiri also felt the feel of my stuff. I kept staring around my shoulder with my eyes wide open.

Not saying anything to each other, I surrendered after a mild resistance if I kept my hips forward, opening and welcoming me.

It is a young and immature crack, and it also has the firmness of virginity.

Nichiri is eating up her teeth. I'm a virgin. I guess it hurts.

I exhale a little for Nichiri, then I break the virgin all at once and wait in the back.

"Master, I, now you can be your husband's slave wife. Oh, I want to dream. Picked up, ever since I got here, ever."

Nichiri tells me over and over again that she is happy with tears.

I'm glad about that. Every word makes me feel unspeakable.

Even if my mind is swirling with complicated things, my stuff is buried in Nichiri's vagina, and Nichiri's vagina tightens and squeezes my stuff.

"It's hot. Dear (...) Father, (...) things are moving hot."

That's what Nichiri has claimed in her fine voice.

It's a word that other children say, but it's your husband and Jumka.

Nichiri's father must have left because he was usually called.

But the words raised the guilt and disloyalty in me all at once.

I can see my stuff gets clearly stiff.

The core rolls hot.

Nichiri must have noticed, too. Turn to me and take a deep breath again.

"Even hotter, harder, oh, father, father, father"

Nichiri repeats deliberately with your father.

But my stuff gets even harder in a way that I can put it on.

And are you getting excited about the nichiri you're talking about? The wetness in Nichiri's vagina became intense as well.

We're moving.

"Yes, Father"

Stop that father, I don't want to get excited about this. But I get excited. No. Oh, no.

My stuff slowly pulls out of Nichiri's vagina and inserts it again.

Nichiri's vagina is so wet that I don't think she's a virgin, she wraps my stuff up and serves me.

No, I can't. I can't stop thinking I can't. I'm going to ravage Nichiri's vagina.

Nichiri also occasionally blushes to see if she feels a little pain in my movements, but blushes and accepts me.

"Father, it feels good."

"Does your father feel good, too?

"Please, give me your father's child."

Nichiri called me your father many times.

I ejaculated as much as I wanted into Nichiri's vagina.

When the act was over, I drew Ubon, who was wrapped in fur and was gobbling, and slept in the letters of the River Three, but the next day I made a father play in a message from Ubon that was scattered by Lucci and pissed off along with Nichiri.

That concludes this chapter.

The next story is an introduction to a girl's character.

Note that the story below can't be shown to the weak-hearted, so it's a back recommendation.

I will return it even if I complain about it.

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The criticism is more and more so.

Juik is sitting in front of me with a nervous face.

"Nichiri, pray."

"Yes, I will infidelity now, but please forgive me for my education."

Nichiri turned her prayers in the direction of Spiritual Mountain.

Nichiri and Juik take off their clothes and sit down.

I also taught Juik the sex education I received.

After completing his sex education to Juik, he sent Juik back to his bedroom.

Nichiri is tired or asleep easily, and there's Hugh next to me.

"Um, sir, are you glad?

"Hmm? Yeah, because Nichiri only wanted me to do Juik and Juka. So Hugh begs from Arlew, the eldest son with Anne next year"

"No, it's not, hmm. Okay."

Hugh buried his face in my chest with an indescribable face and slept.