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

Character Introduction

Shree.

Jumka's slave wife, from Ag. A slave wife sent by the Council of Chiefs when Jumka defeated the Giant Wolf King Blanc.

In Ag, he had a meeting with one of the fighters.

At that time, it had the title of Best Beauty in the Position of a Slave Wife's Daughter.

~ Shree ~

Oh, is that her?

When I was processing the pruned wool outside Pao to process it into yarn, I saw the warriors entering each Pao one after the other with the women.

After watching that sight for a while, I brought in a daughter that your husband thought was his new slave wife.

Fifteen, six years old from the looks of it, big breasts and big butts. She's a cute kid with a little lonely eyes.

I hear your husband had the right to choose second with the most skill this time.

I am an ideal daughter as a slave wife, but I still hear that it is skilled warriors who give way to young warriors to choose their preferred daughter......

No, your husband loves women's breasts anyway, and he loves being big. Maybe that girl liked it, too. It's such a chest that it's going to push open my clothes.

I thought it would take a gathering, so spinning the yarn would be done in a good place and my body would be stretched.

It took a gathering to get together and be introduced. Luga and I were introduced and Master Lucci entrusted me with the education.

Return to wool processing by explaining where things are located and your husband.

On the way, Luga said, "I'm going to go check on the sheep (toilet)," and I stood and went, but I'm not coming back inside.

I've just come to Longa, so I'm worried you're lost and I'll go look for you.

I checked to make sure you weren't in the bathroom. I looked around. I heard something sobbing there.

"Dear Girlie, Uggu, Girlie..."

Luga was there holding her eyes in the shadows, killing her voice and crying.

"What are you doing there?

When I spoke, Luga had stood up completely and wiped her eyes and smiled.

"It's nothing. No, just a little. Sorry. I came in as a slave wife..."

Well, there are a lot of kids who just became slave wives and miss their homeland and cry in hiding. but my eyes can't be deluded.

That must have been the same lord I used to be, hiding and seeing in my hometown.

I don't deny the burning feelings of that time, but that would be a young late fever.

Flushing in the kindness of your husband, even having children with your husband will naturally cool off.

Your husband made a bath today.

After your husband leaves, it's our turn as slave wives and children.

Mr. Noel used to manage the hot water. If you soak your body in the hot water, you will lose fatigue.

You can pull your hand and let Luga take off her clothes and take a bath when she's confused with most of you.

Prepare a cloth to wash Luga's back. I guess Luga will be called by your husband today, so wash carefully. Because your husband doesn't like to be dirty.

Oh, my skin is soft and tense. This is teenage skin. It's good to be young. Your husband calls me once in a while, but I can see my skin tension fading beyond thirty, too. You can't beat a young boy. Huh.

Rub Luga's back with a little jealousy.

"Pain, hia"

"Be patient. Your husband prefers a clean woman with hot water, so I'll polish her thoroughly."

"Ugh, yes"

To my words Luga was going to round her body and turn it down.

Time to wipe each other's bodies, get dressed and put the kids to bed.

"Luga, you must go to your husband now."

"... Yes"

Many children are still awake, but Luga sends them to your husband first.

I won't be called anymore because Luga is here.

That's what I thought.

"Mr. Shree. Mr. Shree."

Luga came out of your husband's room and came to me.

"Huh? What?

"Your husband nominated me and Mr. Shree for today."

"Really?

"Yes, he was watching me with Mr. Shree all day, and your husband said Mr. Shree was, too."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

I'm leaving the child I'm falling asleep with in Nichiri to go with Luga to your husband.

"Master, I'm sorry to keep you waiting"

"No, that's good."

Your husband smiled gently at me. It's really sweet not to be reprimanded at these times.

Follow your husband with Luga into the room.

Luga is surprised even though it is separated by curtains.

"This is specific to your husband. Get used to it."

"Yes, sir"

Luga also came into the room with curtains crooked.

I sat down, Luga sat down, and your husband enchanted the room. Maybe it's soundproof magic.

"Luga, come."

That's how your husband slapped himself on the knee.

Luga also approached him with a face of horror and sat between his husband's legs.

Your husband has a fresh look on his frightened Luga with his body trembling in small pieces.

Your husband removes the front string of his chest and exposes his chest.

The exposed chest has a minuscule tension and the nipples are up to heaven.

Put your hands on your chest. When I became a slave wife to your husband (yes), I am confident that my skin will not be beaten. But now...

Your husband's cuteness has begun and Luga is shaking his body with MojiMoji to make him look complicated.

It must be my first experience. It would feel confused by that. No, maybe he was just letting the guy from his hometown tribe touch him.

Maybe I'm feeling a difference from that. Then I want you to take my place.

After your husband's adoration, Luga stood up and turned to your husband.

I lifted my clothes, took them off, folded them gently, placed them on the floor and rolled over to sleep.

"Oh, my God, that's so sweet, that's so sweet."

When I heard him say that, I went to pick up two pieces of cloth in the corner of the room.

"Ugh, wow."

And I heard Luga crying when I was preparing a cloth in the corner of the room.

Do you have the same soul and guts to try to forget that I cried in my first pain as I did in my first time?

I thought so and turned to you, and I saw that your husband was at home. I'm your first husband to see it.

When I rushed over with a cloth, your husband's stuff wasn't in the luga yet.

"Ah, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

I rose and stretched my cheeks without just being able to defend myself to Luga, who cried hard.

"What are you doing!

"Hey, Shree."

Your husband stopped the second shot. Luga ignores it and keeps crying. I'm even more frustrated with the way it looks.

"This child, I think, was in close contact with someone like Alice."

Your husband also knows that Alice is meeting with Mukai's children (son/fighter of his slave wife) in hiding. Since there are no problems with family status at all, there are discussions to marry them in the future, and there are only two people who do not know. Maybe the situation that we're meeting in hiding is boosting the two of us. Neither did I, and maybe I was also known to someone.

"Right."

Even if your husband sees Luga once and for all, Luga tries not to stop crying.

"Why don't we stop today and give it a rest"

"It is!

I raised my voice loud about your husband's words.

"What's up?

"No, this Luga didn't decide to be ready by the time he got here. I don't think time will make you ready, so I think you should make sure you understand your position as a slave wife here."

I didn't think it was a good idea to give your husband an opinion as a slave wife, but I still did.

Yes, even your husband gave me a virgin and a child in my vagina. I felt like I was ready for the first time.

So...... I'm never saying this kid is the only one who envies escaping this time.

"Mm-hmm."

"Look, Luga, don't cry"

With your troubled husband beside you. I sit right down and put Luga's head on my lap and grab my hands and let them open.

"Please, Master, tell this child exactly where he stands as a slave wife"

Your husband was worried, too, but I don't know if my serious eyes came through or if he had another idea, but he shook and grabbed Luga's leg, which was closed, and opened it.

I guess it's because I'm not really excited about this situation that your husband's way of getting things bulged isn't in their usual state.

What is it? I feel compelled by your husband while being a slave wife.

Your husband's stuff was at the crack of the luga. Your husband opened the crack of the luga and moved his hips forward.

"Oh, uh-oh, pain, uh-oh, (no, no)"

Your husband has controlled it with his eyes when he tries to stretch Luga's cheek to say no.

"(No, no, no, help me) (girlie, well)"

I don't know how many times I've wanted to shake my neck left and right, cry and slap a reluctant Luga, but I'll put up with it because your husband stops it.

Your husband also grabbed Luga's chest with a slightly tired face and ejaculated into her vagina.

You're tired of crying, and as soon as your husband's stuff was unplugged after ejaculation, Luga fell asleep to pass out.

Remove your head from your knees and wipe your husband's body instead.

Yeah, it hasn't changed since we met. Successful chest plates. Arms and thighs like marutai. Not only in this meadow, but also in the countries of the South. Adult enough not to know.

I can't stop my body from getting hot if I wipe your husband's body.

There will be no child for me because today I have made such a cold child.

I feel more willing to ask for your husband's stuff after it's over thirty.

Speaking of which, there isn't one now. Elena said so. In the first days of thirty, especially when you start to urge your husband.

I didn't know at first, but I think I figured it out when I actually did.

Your husband grabbed my hand when it hurt a little bit.

"Shree, let's go on."

I feel my body get hot on your husband's words.

"Yes."

Your husband let go of his hand, so just take one step back and take off your clothes.

Your husband is looking at my body. Yeah, my body is old compared to when I was younger, but I still can't beat it.

Confirm the husband who nodded at me, roll over to sleep, open his legs and place his hands over his head.

Your husband comes covered.

My body keeps getting hotter and hotter.

I can tell by the feeling that my crack is hot and wet.

Your husband's face is closer and his body gets hotter and hotter.

Every single finger crawled through my body and I couldn't hold my chest tight.

I feel strongly the feel of your husband's fingers and the feel of your husband's things.

Your husband inserts it into your vagina and your body gets even hotter.

Your hot, fat husband's stuff pierces me.

"Oh, master, oh, master. Awesome. Oh."

Is your husband satisfied with what I'm feeling, too, swelling in my vagina?

I know you've had a bunch of kids and spread them out, but your husband's thick stuff is going to dictate my vagina.

"Your husband, your husband, your husband"

"Shree, you may not be sure, but you're still beautiful."

"No, no more, I'm, like, in years"

"Never mind. Let's go."

"Yes."

Your husband poured a child into my vagina with words.

"Thank you for giving me the child"

After your husband's things are unplugged and you take a short break, wipe your husband's body and then also Luga's body.

When your husband furried Luga, he said he was pompous with Lady Garry again. I'll see you when this kid...

I fell asleep next to my long time husband, hugging him to rub my body to sleep.

At this time, this Luga gave birth to all the girls, and the only allies at home were Jesus and Mr. Noel, and they suffered the judgment of the two boards, and even the Longa gradually lost their place,

Still, I didn't expect to be deeply and deeply dependent on your kind husband.