The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Puffy, take the leaves with care not to break the branches.

Even leaves that have not been dried will stain your fingers with fragrance if only this much is peeled.

It's my favorite scent.

"Sokola. Why don't you take a break?

Looking back, there was Rafen.

Unexpectedly loose cheeks.

"Yeah!"

And I laid at the root of the tree the cage in which I was putting the picked leaves, and rushed over to Raphen.

He turned away as Rafen lit up a little and offered me his hand.

Looks like you can hold hands.

And I was glad, and grabbed Rafen's hand.

Rafen's hand, which at some point had become the hand of a man, was a gentle hand on which to rely, and I loved it.

"Hey, Rafen. It's a beautiful day, so let's have some tea outside."

"Nice. I like the tea that Sokola made for me."

"Really?"

"It's true."

I'm just a little nervous about that word.

I wanted to make you some delicious tea.

I go back to my house and choose the best tea leaves I can.

When I say good tea leaves, I and people in this village only drink tea leaves that are not for sale.

Finger-punch and gather dried petal shards mixed very rarely in the tea leaves.

I've only ever had tea with good leaves that I count.

It's kind of weird.

Tea leaves that we grow, harvest, dry and sell from seedlings.

Once upon a time, when I drank the tea leaves that were said to be the finest served in my sister's wedding seat, I was struck by the surprisingly rich scent and the color of the water like the morning sun dyed the clouds.

Again, I still remember wanting to enjoy this tea.

I hold the tea leaves and tea utensils that I have chosen so hard that I can tell my brother to boil the water before I go to the waiting garden in Rafen.

"Rafen. Marriage, wonder when you can?

"I'm sure it will be soon.... and fewer villagers in Nambonan's war."

"Oh, yeah... right"

Several neighborhood adults took part in the Nambonan war the other day.

A man came to this village, where I live, where there are only ordinary peasants, to tell them how to recruit soldiers.

The city of Nambonan is a rich city, so the pay seemed good.

Many of the village's adults took part in it.

And he barely came home.

Even when he came back alive, he had no arms, burnt skin, and all those in very bad condition.

I'm really glad Rafen didn't join us.

I didn't tell anyone.

"But even though the village has been tough since my beard uncle died, people have been reduced again. Wouldn't they tell you to get married early and have kids?

"... this, this, child"

I became a child last year.

So I can marry anytime I want.

Instead, if I can have Rafen's child, I'd like to have it soon.

Listening to your mother or sister, you seem to dress embarrassed for a long time, but yeah, if they're Rafen, I'm sure they'll be fine.

... I might be extra embarrassed because it's Rafen.

"Oh, that, what. No, that's not what I meant, that's not what I meant."

Rafen, awkwardly blushing, hastily denied the words.

I feel like making fun of Rafen somehow.

"Huh? Rafen doesn't want to marry me?

"Oh, no, I didn't say that!

And he rose up, and Rafen took hold of my hand.

It hurts a little.

"I'm really happy to be married to Sokola."

"Hmm?

I'm happy for you, too, but I still don't answer that.

I wanted to hear more of Rafen's words.

"I've always liked Sokola, ever since I was a kid."

We've told each other how we feel over and over again, but I'm glad they still say we like each other.

I'm so happy.

"Yeah. I like Rafen too"

I shake Rafen's hand back, too.

Strong enough to make your hands white.

I like about Rafen, who is a worker, kind, and always sees me.

"Hey, what does Rafen like about me? Tell me?"

"I like it all. The fact that you're always healthy, the fact that you're good at making tea, the fact that you're always nice to me, blue as a spring blue sky, those hair and eyes."

Rafen's hand gently touched my hair and the other hand stroked my cheek.

Oh, it feels good.

I like to be touched by Rafen because it makes my heart feel warm.

"Sokola......"

"... Rafen"

We can see each other's faces approaching.

I hope my brother isn't around.

Chiu.

I felt that sound.

"Rafen... no... I'm not married yet."

"Sorry Sokola. But I like Sokola."

I could hold my arms for a long time, but I refused Rafen with strength on my shoulders.

I'm still scared, and my sister said I shouldn't do that while I'm unmarried.

"No. No, you can't. Right? We can get married in a little while. Then it's okay."

"Sokola......"

Seeing Rafen, who looks so sad this one feels guilty, makes me feel like I can tighten my chest.

And I made sure that my family was not near, and then I put my lips together.

Chiu.

I feel happy. My chest fills up.

I feel heat coming from the inside of my body, like when I swallow tea all the time. Sincerely.

Is this your fourth kiss?

I want to be flushed like this.

But patience, patience.

Chiu.

Fifth time.

If it is not time to stop, Rafen and I will not stop.

Really, it feels good......

"No, Rafe, um..."

"Sokora..."

I managed to pull Rafen apart and I got up.

I think it's time for the water to boil.

"Look, let's have some tea. I'll brew you delicious."

I moved my trembling feet so hard that I went back to my house.

That night I was brought to my mother, and came to the village chief's house.

The reason is unknown.

Anyway, they told me to get together.

"Here I come. Not everyone at your place."

Looking around, almost all the girls in the village were gathered together. Some sisters went to their daughters.

The ones who haven't come are the little girls and the grandmothers.

"Is Sokola a body that can have children anymore?

"Huh..."

"Yes, I plan to marry Rafen from the next house"

It was my mother who replied.

Though my grandfather, how disgusting to be asked about his body by the village chief.

"Hmm. Everyone got together late at night."

I wonder what it is.

Nothing like gathering at the village chief's house at night has ever happened before.

"Earlier, your nobility came to the village. Come and get some good tea."

Everyone looks at each other to see how to react.

If you came here to buy tea leaves, I think you should sell them.

A nobleman would have plenty of money.

"I showed you the tea leaves I had stockpiled in the village, and I was very pleased. I also got a lot of money. Thanks a lot."

I am glad to hear that the tea leaves that we have worked so hard to make have been delighted by your nobility.

The village chief seems happy with the good payment, but that doesn't matter because it's not going to be my money.

"This evening, that nobleman is going to spend a night in the village, and then he's going home."

"... that nobleman, is he a man?

It was my mother who sandwiched my mouth in the words of the village chief.

Now, the village chief nods.

"The lords will not know, but their nobles are the men of the Qualdenze family.... in the great nobility."

That being said, I cannot distinguish between you and your nobility.

Your nobility is noble.

But that's what I thought, me and a child my age, my mothers' eyes had become serious.

And more than that, the mayor's face is becoming serious and scary.

"We can't miss this opportunity. Whatever you do, kid...!

My mother and other elderly women explained to us that we didn't know very well.

Your nobility tells me that when you get a child, you will have a child with magic.

A man of magic is very strong.

My body is sturdy, I hardly catch a cold, and I have many times more power than a normal person.

Even the fields can be easily plowed, and even the wolf herds can be driven back by themselves.

Some people can magically cure their illness, or produce enough flames to burn down their fields.

There used to be only one magician in the village.

He's a bearded uncle.

My beard uncle had magically put out enough flames to burn down about three large trees together.

He was very respected in the village because he had beaten the bandits many times.

I remember the whole village wrapped up in darker and darker atmospheres when I died of illness two years ago.

And right now, there are no magicians in the village.

"I will take you before your nobles from now on. Whatever you do, give them a child! Have a child! You must conceive a magical child at all costs!

The story is that my bearded uncle's mother was seeded by a nobleman who happened to stop by the village.

The village chief wants us to do it.

I don't like it...

I cannot resist what the village chief has to say.

If you do that, your mother, your father, your sister, your brother, they're all in trouble.

But I don't like it.

I want to have Rafen's child.

I don't want a magical child, I want the other child I like.

"Um, unmarried daughters, why don't we...?

My mother tells the village chief.

"That's right. First we will go before the nobles. If you like it there, you won't have to give your daughters anything."

That's what the other kids' mothers said.

I can see you're protecting us.

"Bye, nobleman's age is what Non saw, in places like ten, eleven, twelve. How old are you this year?

Twenty-five.

It was my mother who answered.

"In 10 and 25, we are no longer mothers and children. Would you like to be summoned? I'd rather show my younger daughter first than send out the bad guys and buy your disapproval."

No one could argue with that.

The mayor has already decided to show it to his young daughter.

There is no villager who can defy that decision.

I don't like it.

Rafen, help me.

"You'd better show it to the good looking ones. Right, Maub, Nasha, Kayha, and, Sokola. Clean yourself up and gather here again."

If this is the case, I should have been flushed.

Rafen......

I noticed tears telling my jaw when I left the village chief's house and my mother stroked my head.