The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Enjoy the feel of supple fanny hair slipping through between your fingers.

She was whispering, accepting it as it was done.

After my sexual intercourse with Minute, I took a bath and finished dinner, and Fannie came to visit me in my room as planned.

Like last time, Fannie was purely pleased and in a good mood that the room was flooded with flowers for deodorizing. Tesh apparently had flowers ready that Fannie liked. I'm doing a good job for nothing.

Now he lined up his chair and headed to his desk, talking funny and crazy about what had happened in Nambonan.

It seems true that I was miserable, and I'm a little thrilled because Fannie gets a strange pepper and body touch. Glad I kept my minit in my arms this afternoon. I haven't accumulated anything to leave yet, so I can tolerate it at my leisure.

As usual, Fannie's dedicated servant also comes to this room, so I can't even assume that he will be attacked where he has a full erection.

The dedicated servants of Fannie, who had no reason to know such things as that in my chest, seemed relieved by the Lord's mood.

"Brother. What kind of adventurers were you in Newnelly? Is it different from the travelers your brother used to employ?"

The story finally returns from Nambonan and enters Newnelly City.

We are talking about uninspired asshole adventurers who were taken by the guards as a result of walking in a six-man group.

"Oh, you're an adventurer. An adventurer is..."

There is a place in this world where white fog can set in all year round, all the time, regardless of the weather. It's not actually fog, it seems like it's kind of like smoke I'm not sure about, but it looked foggy from a distance, so it was treated like fog.

The land, covered in white mist, is called the "field". Its size varies, ranging from the size of a small village to something much wider than a hefty territory.

The white mist that can stand in the field distorts the terrain and creates the Warcraft.

Born warcraft roam the field like a goldfish in a tank and grow.

Warcraft is said to kill each other when they meet another warcraft living in the same field, and to win is stronger by slightly absorbing the opponent's power.

After an endemic process that plays out in the field, a warcraft with terrible strength is eventually completed.

The warcraft, which has accumulated enormous power, eventually comes outside the field as if seeking prey.

The kind of warcraft that comes out of the field on purpose is very ferocious and powerful. Villages inhabited by civilians are easily destroyed, as are the walls of cities.

It depends on the size of the field where the warcraft grew up, but in the case of the warcraft that went out of the field, which is regarded as wide there, you can't fathom first with an army without magic, and you can't teeth to the extent that the magic hold is a bit or softly mixed. Worst of all, there are times when a warcraft is born that cannot be defeated without hitting an aristocratic magician.

However, the Warcraft out of the field is while losing strength, so you can win if you play a lasting battle. If you just win, you can win. And it results in winning the game and losing the battle.

It is said that the Warcraft dwells in it every calamity, and after they are ravaged there will be an unknown plague, or the land will be devastated for decades.

As a result, the damage will be enormous, as the seeds of disaster will be scattered all over the land when a protracted war is fought. It's the terrible part of the Warcraft disaster.

It's such an annoying field, but it takes years, decades, before the antivenom process can be extreme and create tough individuals.

Many warcraft that live in previously unaged fields can be defeated even by civilians with weapons.

By the way, when you dismantle the Warcraft's body, you get a strange stone called the Demon Stone. Although it seems to be a substance closer to clay than stone.

Collect this and process it over time to become a strange black stone that plays magic and sells it high. That blackstone raw material used for the walls of Newnelly Castle and Nambonan could be taken from the Warcraft.

Adventurers are the generic name of humans who make money by entering the field and defeating the weak Zako Warcraft to collect demonic stones, or collecting rare substances from the earth, which has become an unusual terrain due to the fog.

It is better for them to be there than not, as hunting the Warcraft in moderation prevents the occurrence of vicious individuals. It will also reduce the number of troops deployed.

I explained that to Fannie.

"Field? Did your brother ever come in?

"No, I don't."

Fields often have characteristics that make detective magic difficult to activate, even though the fog narrows vision, making them highly dangerous.

I also used to want to come in when I heard about the field, but my mother and grandfather, including my father, let me out NG. For the aristocrats, the field is a place to be repelled.

"There's a field near Newnelly, too, so I guess the caught adventurers were trying to get there?

There is also a field near Newnelly City.

When you gaze at the highest part of Newnelly Castle on a beautiful day, there are times when you can see some of the fog on the other side.

"Huh... is there a field near the castle as well? Will the Warcraft not strike...?

Place your palm on the top of Fannie's head staring anxiously at this one.

"It's okay, because we seem to be crusading regularly, and there have been some flurries from the country lately and the number of adventurers has grown so much. Besides, if the Warcraft shows up, I'll protect Fannie. Don't worry."

"Yes, I believe your brother."

Fannie's clear blue eyes held me tight. It was my eyes that believed me.

When he stroked his head with a good boy, Fannie narrowed her eyes so that the cat would have a sun.

"... me, I'm so sleepy"

Funny with a fluffy grin and a snuggle over here.

This is your sign that you want me to carry you to bed.

It's been a long time since I've been able to be so sticky and sweet here because I've often dived into bed on my own lately.

Fannie is basically a sweetheart, but she may have lost her shoulder strength because her family finally got her over it.

"Fannie's a sweetheart."

As I say, I turn my arms around and lift them behind Fannie's back and knees.

It's a princess hug. Physically, it's only two years old, so it's pretty hard to hold, but this is a show of strength as a brother.

Lift your strength alone without activating the magic of physical strengthening. If you use magic so closely, you can't help but strain it with the flow of magic. Fannie should be able to handle it because her body is luxurious and not heavy.

Look at my trusted brother, who can hold my sister without relying on magic.

When I transported Fannie to my bed, the maid who came out soooo opened her blanket and wrinkled her sheets. I would say put it here.

Put down the fanny in the space provided and the futon will be sprayed.

"... brother"

Let's get some sleep, I thought they said. Maybe there is. I also know that Echi doesn't mean anything.

I shook my head sideways gently.

"I have a letter to read."

I stroked Fannie's hair and I headed to my desk.

A letter is coming from Doran, the slave trader who sold me Eve.

"Well, and"

The stereotype of the first written, unimportant greeting is soaked up and made into a flush read. All you have to do is read the main points.

I was sending a letter to a slaver named Dolan saying, "Be prepared because Eve's mother wants to buy it, too."

I went to war in Nambonan early the next morning, so I didn't get a chance to read the response to it.

Since I was away, it seemed like Tesh was distracting me and giving me a reply waiting for a while for Doran. Right now, I have three letters in my hand.

It was the first letter I returned and a letter in reply to Tesh's sent absenteeism communication, as well as a letter recently sent.

To sum up, "Eve, my mother has secured it as a product, so please let me know when you get back. I'll go deliver it," he said.

It was good before someone else sold it to me. Now you can enjoy the bowl of parents and children.

The letter also said Eve Mother's price is pretty cheap compared to Eve...... no, it's weird compared to Eve in the first place. Thinking of it as the price of a single slave doesn't change the price. That's an elf. It is priced as strong though it may be a menstrual woman.

I thought about how I would write the reply to the letter, but that first I decided to see how Eve was doing before deciding on the content.

I have no idea what happened to Eve since I was forced to attack her the first night.

I thought I'd ask Tesh, but somehow I didn't have a good time and ended up not hearing it today.

I wasn't in the room in the castle that I raised to Eve, so I'm probably also in a separate mansion in the castle town.

I finished reading all the letters and put them in the drawer. Leaving it on your desk could cause Fannie to stumble upon it.

"My brother. Well..."

My body reacted unexpectedly to the voice. It's okay, the letter's already in the drawer.

Fannie, who realizes this one has finished reading the letter, calls it in a blurry sleeping tone from inside the bed.

Looked really sleepy.

I'm on my way.

We make stretches and then we approach Fannie's waiting bed.

I checked that. My servant and Fannie's servant approached me softly, each sitting in the chair I had prepared near the bed.

By the way, these servants turn to sleep. It helps to keep an eye out for me and Fannie not to mate.

When it comes to watching, it's not like being watched desperately for tingling. It feels like I'm watching my good brother and sister as a greeting.

Just in case, I think it's a degree of recognition.... Well, in case these guys aren't around, a hundred is going to be about it.

"Brother. Good night."

"Oh, good night. Fannie."

I stroked the back of Fannie's head from top to bottom, and I broke the magic of lighting.

The perimeter darkens as soon as possible, and for a moment, nothing will appear in the eyes that were able to be bright.

There is no light source other than the light of the moon that plugs in from slightly open curtains.

Fannies who are hotter than me are so warm and their little bodies are like hot tubs.

Immediately, when I touched Fannie's cheek, which began to take a nap at Kukuru, I felt a childish puffiness of softness.

How loving to see you trust this one completely.

While messing with Fannie's cheek, my consciousness grew farther and farther away.