The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Watch the minutest stroking clothes once in a while.

Because of a once held, the limb under its cloth was uninterruptedly imagined, stimulating numbness and carnal desire.

Still about sixteen years old, I get a desire to devour her young flesh as instincts go, with a close refrain from completion as a female body.

"What were you doing here?

"I was praying to thank Wartent Therma."

What is it that strikes you all of a sudden, so I'll just ask you what you cared about.

And I got an unexpected answer.

"... Was Minute a Saint?

Zeth is the predominantly faithful religion on the Elo continent.

Zeth is close to polytheism in a nutshell. It is a religion based on the idea that there is something invisible in the world called the Spirit.

The Spirit dwells naturally, in artifacts, in creatures and concepts, that is animism, eight million gods.

It seems that Mr. Zeth, the founding fathers of Zeth, was able to hear the voice of the Spirit, and he traveled throughout the continent to hear the Spirits, and put it together and spread the word to the people.

A compilation of Mr. Zeth's essays, travels, the birth secrets of the world told by the great Spirit, and the fables and lessons and sermons told by spirits everywhere becomes the Zeth teaching. Is it like the Old Testament, as I say in previous life?

I read the whole thing because this teaching is real.

And there are also religious organizations in Zeth. It is an organization culminating in the Pope, the Zeth Holy High Council.

The Holy High Council. It is said that Mr. Zeth, the Founding Fathers, turns into the Spirit after his death and occasionally comes to preach his will before the Holy High Church. Those who hear the voice of the Spirit Zeth are called saints.

The Holy See also certifies the words conveyed by the saints as the teachings of the Spirit and treats them as classics.

Simply put, the Holy High Council created saints convenient to their own organization to create norms all they wanted.

Was it a good way to do that, the Zeth Holy High Council used to have authority to transcend even lords, kings?

The teachings written by Mr. Zeth of the Founding Fathers are pure teachings.

A scripture written by a saint of the Holy High Council, the Holy Scripture. The followers belonging to the Holy High Council are called Saints.

By the way, since the name of the Spirit is only mentioned in the Holy Scripture, no one who calls the name of the Spirit is a saint.

The Spirit Wartent Therma put out by Minute in his mouth is about the Great Spirit of the Sun as it is called in the Pure Teachings.

The Great Spirit of the Sun is the finest of Zeths.

If you're not sure which Spirit to pray for, you just have to pray for the Great Spirit of the Sun for now.

With that in mind, Minute's eyes stared at me with a serious color.

"... no, I'm not a saint"

I urge you to keep quiet and keep talking.

"A friend in Castle Town asked me to come to church once if I was serious about praying. The church was the church of the Holy High Council."

Wow, you're a frigid friend, and I thought so for a moment, probably because of my previous life's knowledge.

But it's a normal feeling in this world to invite someone to the church where they belong. As a former Japanese, I really imagine the monstrous solicitation of emerging religions...

"The story of that church priest was an interesting one, and it came up in the name of Wartent Therma. I apologize for confusing the young man with confusing words."

"Right."

I called out to the back of a minute with a broken hip.

"Was it something to pray for? If you don't want to talk, I won't force you to."

"No, I spoke to the maid chief when he confiscated his prayer tools..."

Minute, returning to her cautious posture, said shyly.

When she climbed the castle wearing the necklace she used to pray bought at the church, she was immediately found by the maid chief and confiscated for preaching.

She was surprised by the maid's long thunder, as she had been getting less angry lately.

"The... I heard the young man left for the first place."

Minute's gaze turned to me once, and he was so distracted.

Looks like he was just a little shadowed by the look on his face.

"I prayed you wouldn't get hurt or anything. I hope you're okay."

"Ho."

"... it's a past imitation, like an insult to the power of a young man. I'm very sorry for your loss. Because of my weakness, I am alone."

Minute got on her knees and put her hands on the balcony floor.

When I get that pose right in front of me, I accidentally want to get my dick out and shave it.

"Because of the weakness of my heart,"

"Yes, you're right"

I think Minute's serious personality is a very good one.

I find it very loving to see that I am feeling stronger in admiring this one, while turning my position around without growing because of what I was held.

I'm starting to want to do something horny in a rabble mood. I want to have a nasty mating that mixes hot kisses and each other's passions so fucked up.

It's been a long time since I've wanted to rabble because I've been forced to offend someone I don't like lately.

"Minute. Get up."

"Yes."

The minute rises dull.

I held her softly. It smells like flowers, just like what I smelled in the room. It's her scent.

"Thanks to your prayers, you're back."

"Young lady..."

On my back, Minute's arm spins. When I hugged her, my sweet exhale zeroed out of her.

"I wish the young lady was gone, I..."

Her eyes, just a little higher, stare at this one so that it melts.

I stroke her cheek and whisper as I put my finger through her hair.

"I'm home safe. Don't worry."

Take the arms of the minit, palm to palm and tangle your fingers.

I seem to have a higher temperature and her hands feel just a little lighter.

I lifted one hand with a lover connection to a slightly higher position so that I could see it well.

"Ah...... Young lady......"

"Speaking of which, I wonder if that was about the same time that day"

Of course it's about the day I played made-up clothes. I do feel like I was worried about the Fannie attack that day.

When I made an appeal that I wanted to have sex distortedly, it immediately became red stained with a look on Minute's face.

I just wanted to mess around a little bit, especially since I didn't get a response from the acknowledgement.

"... you forgot? Well, while you were in Nambonan, Minute was playing with a man I don't know in Castle Town, and you forgot about that day. That's sad."

Say it with the sad voice you can.

Then he gripped at each other's hands, surprisingly powerful.

"Damn... that's not true!

I thought I'd be angry, and now I'm about to cry.

"I've been thinking about the young man who left for Nambonan! How many times have I wished I could keep up with you...... You'll never forget that day! Other men etc......! Young lady, trust me!

There was a grey eye in front of me that glowed when I reflected the light.

The only thing between the two faces is the hands that were connected to each other.

I lowered my hand.

"Let's Believe"

Minute slowly meditates his eyes when he can only exert a little force on the arm he has turned on his back.

The sun lit up her lips, which were plump and delicious.

"Mmm..."

Kiss her face off like she's stumbling with Chu, Chu, Chu, Chu.

Minute was in a position to lean on me weighing in, staring at me with melting eyes.

"We still have time for dinner"

"Yes."

"I want to hold you"

Minute nodded silently with a delightful look, burying her face as she jumped into my chest.

The bundled hair makes the nagging look rounded.

I swallowed your spit and brought her into the room.