The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Count silver coins as they sound the rubbing sound of chaps and metal to the presidential office of the Pioneering Order.

I don't usually interact with money in stores, so having silver coins just gets in the way. The only time I have a chance to use it is on a patience tour.

Why did you bother to bring the silver coins that you left in the separate mansion to the Pioneering Order, because there was only one piece of silver coin in the design that you had never seen.

The Pioneering Order sometimes engages in commercial activities and many employees are familiar with the currencies of each country. I wanted them to see what national currency it was.

Several employees appraised me and found out that the silver coins in dispute were silver coins made to commemorate the founding of the Jinker En Empire. It was made more than fifty years ago now, and it seems to be a rare one with little circulation today.

I guess the feeling I've always seen was inadvertently confused because it resembles the silver coins prevalent in the Kingdom of Levios.

In the Kingdom of Levios, various types of gold coins exist to occasionally change the design of gold coins or change the gold content. Generally speaking of gold coins, I mean Christ gold coins, but there are a few other gold coins.

But there's only one kind of silver coin that's been around since the founding of the country 80 years ago. For this reason, silver coins are referred to as silver coins, or kingdom silver coins, as such.

The size and thickness of this imperial statehood silver coin, which was this time distracted, was about the same as the kingdom silver coin. If you look at the side of the father and first emperor Jinker En, the founding father of the Jinker En Empire engraved on the surface of the Founding Silver Coin, or the design on the back, you can easily tell it's a different silver coin than a kingdom silver coin, but it would be hard to tell it's with multiple pieces bound together.

I took a close look at the design on the back of the Founding Silver coin, but I can't really figure out what it depicts. On the left there was a painting of a human form, in the center probably a painting of the sun, and on the right there was probably a painting of either a dragon or a snake or a mukade or a mite.

It is not clear that this is due to the low technical ability of money-making and the small size of silver coins themselves, as well as the fact that the pattern is too simplified.

Anyway, it turned out to be a rare coin, so I decided to keep it in my collection room at Newnelly Castle. Ask your father or grandfather later and you might find out something.

I'll give the rest of the kingdom silver coins to Tesh later and have them put back in the safe.

Unlike the servant, the door was knocked in a slightly earlier rhythm. This is an employee's knock.

"Mr. President, excuse me."

"What?

When two employees came in and greeted me, they showed me some planks.

One is an employee in the management class, an old man. The other was a female general employee, fluttering with wooden planks all over her chest.

She looks familiar. The wooden name plate worn on her chest said "Mimon".

A few years ago, when the Pioneering Order needed manpower, I conducted a recruitment test based on the sense of Japan in my previous life. I've decided to hire a man of either sex who might seriously work for me. After picking up people who could read, write, and calculate the minimum, I interviewed them.

She, Mimon's interview, was impressive, and a beautiful beauty in her mid-twenties with a faint feeling begged her to hire her as she ran her eyes blood.

With that desperation and my bottom line of wishing I could do something horny later, I decided to hire. Later, I heard that women in the city were basically introduced to domestic work, or jobs with connections, or were rarely employed in housework or internal work, and rarely went to work in an outside organization with no connections at all.

She was a so-called widow who lost her husband in an accident. They also have young children, who have applied for recruitment exams for the Pioneering Order in order to get a slightly higher salary.

An old managerial man slips his finger on a wooden board.

"As for the wholesale destination of silk, the Chamber of Commerce of the city of Nambonan is making more inquiries. How would you like it? Given the current level of production…"

Apparently, the Nambonan merchants are making a leap towards entering into a deal with the Chamber of Commerce of the City of Newnelly in order to take advantage of the benefits that the city of Nambonan has become Qualdenze territory.

Especially the pioneering Order, which is the manufacturer of silk, says the Nambonan merchants want to tie hands to anything. Until now, the Nambonan merchants have only been able to handle Newnelly Silk indirectly, so I guess they decided that a direct contract would greatly benefit them.

Apparently, a lot of planning was already under way among the employees, and later they even put it together in a state where they would explain the situation to me as the chief executive and have me decide on the policy.

I questioned some of the questions that came up and made a consciousness meeting about my future prospects.

"Well, I'd like some tea."

"I'll get ready"

Mimon, who had a wooden plank on the side, moved constantly and left the room.

Is she almost thirty years old at her age? I can't help but feel the soothing atmosphere and the thin air.

"… so as to proceed as if. I'll tell her I'm back, so get back to work."

"Yes, excuse me"

The old man in management retrieved a large number of wooden planks and left the president's office.

Asking a female employee to make tea somehow sounds like a Japanese landscape of the previous life. The Pioneering Order might want to introduce uniforms just like Castle Newnelly. I'd like to try wearing an OL-like uniform to a female employee. I want to have an office love.

"Excuse me. I brought you some tea."

"Thank you"

Put the tea on a whole basin, and Mimon comes in.

I hired him for the reason that he was beautiful in a recruiting interview, but after a few years, he still works seriously. There was no madness in my eyes.

I'll take another look at my whole body.

What she's wearing is normal clothing split up and down that civilians wear. Both the jacket and skirt have a gray base, so it feels plain.

Though his expression is a little shadowy, he makes neat faces like a quiet lady. Quite frankly, she's beautiful.

As a woman, she looks delicious with a big breast just big enough not to be humbled and a big, cheap ass that seems to be rubbing well.

Watching me walk like that makes me feel kind of like rubbing it.

She approached me in an attempt to put tea on the ultra-luxury presidential desk.

"Hih......!?

When I realized, my hand was stroking Mimon's ass. The softness of mature meat comes into my hands over the cloth.

I don't care for her, who stopped moving perfectly, and strokes her ass when she does, sassy, sassy. Fluffy and soft.

"You're a good ass."

"Please don't, Mr. President..."

He grabbed the wrist of his right arm, intoxicated by the feel of his buttocks, and yet he is obstructed. But I'm not willing to quit.

If we get this far already, we'll just have to rush to the end.

"You have nothing to be shy of"

Shake off your grabbed arm and touch your butt again.

Unlike Minute or Eve's youthful, puffy buttocks and Rupetta's forged, neat buttocks, the softer buttocks the better a woman ripens, have a virtue not found in her younger daughter. Somehow I remembered Anna.

"Please don't. Please... please..."

Unfortunately for Mimon, his wretched face actually stimulated his groin. Whether to tickle your asylum appetite or to develop an addiction, just looking at your face makes the meat stick a fighting attitude.

Usually he should be ejaculating Bürbühl in the Minute in the morning, but he hasn't put anything out yet because of Rupetta's drop-off today. I feel accumulated.

"Soft and good ass"

"The president… should not………"

Now eagle Mimon's big ass with both hands. This is going to take me sparingly even if I poke it with gas from the back.

"Okay? It can be reduced."

"... ahhh..."

Mimon stopped moving as if he had noticed.

He seemed to give up that he couldn't go against my sexual harassment, which is the president of the Pioneering Order.

Pin your index finger, stick it together and poke your butt. It's as soft as a finger getting sucked in.

"Put your hands on your desk"

".................. Yes"

I get up from my chair and put my hand on her shoulder and loosen that thin hip-tying belt with my other hand. If you kick like this, it's something you can often keep your big ass in the west that's going to break.

"What...!?

I guess it conveyed that I even looked ahead to the act ahead of the butt rub, moving my hips so that Mimon would do no good. It is a move that only seems to be inviting.

"Please don't...! You shouldn't......! Ahhh...!

Take off your skirt and put your underwear down and all you have there is a ripe honeypot.

The intense woman's sexuality is invited to the fragrance of plenty, and the angle and hardness of the meat bars rise up the eel.

I can't wait to see the nasty nature of the female genitals that are surprisingly covered in pubic hair. Apparently, he hasn't remarried.

"President......! Please, forgive me......!

Slip your fingers into the dry dense forest.

Caress your buttocks hard enough to pass on to your anus while stimulating the periphery of your pubic nucleus to twitch.

Carrying on stroking for a while, the humidity came out slightly.

"Since when is a man holding me?

".................. please don't"

As punishment for not answering the question, he stuck his wet middle finger in his anus with saliva.

Hino's unceasing voice echoed into the room, and I pulled my finger out and wiped it with her skirt I put on my desk. I was excited, but I haven't flown rational enough to lick this yet.

"... oh, not since my husband died...... Please, don't. I have children too... please..."

I don't know how many years ago he died, but that would be pretty shabby. The spider's nest may be tense.

When I asked him to try it out, he said he had four children and his eldest son was now eleven. She said her first birth was seventeen, so I found out that she was twenty-eight.

"It's been a long time since I've been back from mother to woman. I'm gonna adore you."

"Oh... I don't know..."

When I mess with my fingers, I make a tickling noise and the love fluid stains out of my pussy.

I wouldn't have thought a man my son's age would offend me. I'm more than a mother. I'm having a lot of fun being sexually harassed by a junior girl in the company. I don't think it would be sexual harassment if I even inserted it.

I took off all my lower body clothes, smelling the scent of love liquid that irritated my head.