The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

I didn't make a sound like a wild animal, and I got up.

Finally, my groin also rose.

In front of me is a maid who continues to make beds with pretenses and shaking her buttocks......

Well, what was this girl's name?

There are so many dedicated maids cleaning the room that their names and faces don't quite match.

When I closed my eyes and tried to remember, I noticed the smell of flowers in the room.

Oh, this maid is always the daughter who decorates the room with flowers.

Even when it comes to cleaning, the way the maid works gives quite a characteristic. Does this maid like flowers or after cleaning she was always alive with scented flowers.

In the vase in the corner of the room were beautiful red flowers with bright petals. I don't know the name of the flower.

When I remembered the characteristics of my job, I remembered to be named as well.

Her name is Minute.

Indeed, he is a maid who is a citizen of the castle town and works for the castle by passing from her parents' house.

Most of those who come from complete civilian origin and are recruited into the castle are women.

Made to work. Essentially, cleaning cooking chores and other backside jobs are mostly. It's a job that anyone can do, so anyone can take the answer there.

That naturally requires more beauty than skanks.

More beauties are inevitable given that they will be used to educate noble sons about sex, as in this brush case.

Minute is also a maid employed in such a way.

Now is the time to be well-worded, but until a while ago, the maid chief used to tear my eyes at me for being gamy.

He should have been about sixteen years old. In fact, that's how it looks. There are no labor standards laws in this world, so even children work as normal.

I sneak behind her, quietly, not to make a sound.

I can tell with her hips bent, but she's a little taller than me. There seemed to be a difference of less than ten centimeters in the bill.

The slightly perky chestnut hair is bound with a baletta-like hair decoration, which feels like more than one croissant has been screwed into the back of the head.

I guess I was bundled up not to stay at work, but what a nasty way to reveal a white nod because of it.

"Young lady?"

And Minute looked back at me when she realized I was watching.

My black eyes are staring at me strangely.

"A little, I'd like to see you wear it. Can you turn this way and correct your posture?

"Yes, sir."

Without any doubt, Minute became upright toward me.

I pretend to check my clothes, I glance at my chest.

I don't know, Minute's breasts didn't even look like she was four years younger than Eve was supposed to be. Is it a race difference?

Still seems to be about the same age average, so it's reasonably good.

Staring at Minute's face, he reacted with a slight smile.

Cute.

A smile that feels rustic warmth.

"Show me your hindsight"

"Yes."

Minute turns her back like it spins in a crease. An unprotected back.

I can't stand the patience. My penis is erected by a gucci bee. The four ejaculations last night feel erectile when they have already recovered.

"Minute"

"... Huh! Ha ha."

Gently, without force, he embraced the Minute from his back so as to envelop him.

I'm still just a little taller than me.

"Wow, wow, young lady!?

Don't know what to do, Minute didn't move without looking back at this one while he was upright immobile.

Minute's arm feels a little trembling, but I don't particularly feel the power to escape.

I keep holding the Minute in silence.

The smell of a woman tickling her nostrils irritates the man in me without refusing.

Press your face against the back of the minit and breathe deeply with your nose to smell the smell.

"Um, young lady...?

I hear confused voices, but ignore them.

Remains silent and strengthens the power of the arms embracing the Minute.

"Huh."

Again, there is no resistance.

The difference between Eve being forced into slavery and being prepared to serve the Marquis?

I was spinning my arm around my hips on the shoulder of a minute, spinning it.

I hugged her again, shaped across the front.

Unexpectedly, the height difference felt less bitter.

At a distance that seemed to arrive as soon as I wanted to kiss him, there was a confusing Minute face.

"You don't like that? I want to hold you, Minute."

I thought I heard a much breathtaking sound.

Turn your hands around your hips and draw them all the way.

"Young lady. There is as much in this castle as there is in me who is much prettier. It's a terrible thing that civilians everywhere like this are giving away young people. Just because you remember the name of a maid of honor, I know it's an extra honor."

From that tone, I feel that it is genuine.

I'm glad from the bottom of my heart that I had my name remembered, but it's not worth having a civilian like myself or anything else, I seem to think so from the bottom of my heart.

It's humble and good. I want to make it more and more mine.

Well, what a persuasion.

Here I say, "Olah! Will every civilian turn against the nobles!? Shut up and open your crotch! It would be boring to say," etc. It's quick though.

As far as I'm concerned, I want to have intercourse.

I had a lot of fun offending someone I couldn't resist last night.

It's also fascinating to offend a resisting opponent, but Minute won't resist even if he presses hard.

I mean, the best thing about the status quo is convincing people to have rabble sex.

"Civilians everywhere."

"Yes."

In short, I guess that's the minit complex.

In Castle Town you may pass with beauty, but there are enough beauty maids in Newnelly Castle to jam and rot.

I know a few maids up there on a more beautiful level than she does, and I'm not wrong to say that.

In other words, Minute is a unique maid of honor in this castle.

"That's not true"

But fortunately, I only had one story.

After that, don't be shy of the lines, and make full use of the familiarity that resembles my mother.

"You're the only one in this castle who can bring flowers to life in this room"

Point your gaze at the vase. There were red flowers that seemed to Minute to have lived blooming to boast of themselves.

I keep saying things before she opens her mouth.

"You are not one of the cluttered maids, etc. She always serves me diligently and adds color to the room with flowers, precious, irreplaceable woman in others. Minute."

"Young lady...! How awesome......!

I smiled nicely, holding close to my body and approaching enough distance to feel my exhale.

It shouldn't be my fault that those cheeks look blushing red.

"I'll say it again. Minute, I want to hold you. All right?"

"Yes......"

I kissed Minute's lips softly, staring at me with melting eyes.

Makes noises all the time and creates a nasty atmosphere in the room.

Embracing my back and back of my head trying to give me a deep kiss, what a hug back to Minute as well.

A man in a far higher position takes a good look at his tiny work, close to the bottom, and even admires it.

There will be no men or women involved, such as those whose hearts cannot be shaken by this.

That's the only advantage that stands above it. It's like a fast-food manager getting hot on a part-time high school girl.

And this handsome face smile, often envied by the aristocrats I know, easily fell into the hearts of my sixteen-year-old or their daughter-in-law.

Unlike in my previous life, I thank my mother in this world for giving birth to a handsome man. It is a Kangeki rain storm.