The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Eve, my mother's name is Rave.

She was just beautiful when she was brought here by the slave trader Doran. So much so that I wonder if the beauty will captivate not only men, but even women.

I was worried about how much her body was hurt by gang rape by the Kingdom Expeditionary Army, but perhaps the Gundran Chamber of Commerce had connections with healers, there seemed to be no scratches left within sight.

White skin peeking slightly from clothes similar to robes felt luminous and would have mistaken Eve's sister for no prior information.

What I felt strongly about being Eve's mother was her scarily neat face and green eyes reminiscent of the deep woods.

If you look at your hair, it is not as dark as Eve's honey or amber, but is a pale blonde hair that is likely to melt in the sun. Maybe Eve's hair color is like her father's.

Though I expected Cynthia-grade breast blast holstein to emerge from a fast-growing Eve in the chest, surprisingly, it is the size of a range of common sense. No, it's weird to compare it to Cynthia, and let's just say rave milk is big enough.

The information on those appearances was bulleted in the letter, but the Hundred Hearts did not seem like it at first sight, and I know very well that this does not convey any goodness without actually looking at it.

My heart starts to wonder if this is going to be mine soon, and there's a smile on my face with nature.

Ravé was smiling at me for being in love and watching.

Unlike Eve, Rave is educated as a slave at the Gandran Chamber of Commerce. The attitude towards the customer is also very different from Eve's.

Looking at her smile, which somehow gives a distorted impression, and the increasingly black handcuffed foot lock that was put on both hands and feet, she becomes unconscious of the misfortune that has befallen her.

Being taken as a customer and sold as a slave product, this is not Rave's first experience. She's been taken around.

Ahead of Ravé being taken so far, there were all the men waiting to be disgusted if they were women. They try to buy her somehow, but because of the high price, they drop off their personal purchases. And I can get an och that says, "I'll talk to my fellow perverts and make a joint purchase, so just wait a little longer".

Of course, it's no coincidence that it goes that way every time.

These are all plays.

That's what I asked Doran to do, but such a back story is that Ravé has no reason to know.

It was written in a letter from Doran that he had prepared poorly resembled employees working for the Gandran Chamber of Commerce and suitable slaves as actors. They used Doran's home or rented a acquaintance hall to perform sales. Besides this, it takes a lot of time because it incorporates some tricks that trick Rave into.

Whatever I said when I asked for it, I put a lot of effort into it. Even though so much is expected to be sold for the trafficking of elf sex slaves, the attitude of crushing for customer satisfaction is indeed GOOD. The Gandran Chamber of Commerce wants to continue.

Whatever it is, Ravé will have been shown the possibility of being bought by the ugly men many times. From her scattered eyes on the Kingdom Expeditionary Army, it must be a nightmarish future.

I let Ravé know from Dolan that I have enough money to buy Ravé personally, not jointly. As far as she is concerned, she will want to be bought by me at all costs.

I remembered an unspeakable excitement about Rave trying to fix his natural smile.

Ravé and Gandran Chamber of Commerce employees will pull up and sign a sales agreement with the remaining dran.

Hand over the pile of gold coins that you had prepared and adjust the Ravé handover date. I don't have a problem with the immediate handover, but the farce is still going on.

Ralveh will be told that this contract of sale was kept secret and that it "could not be sold again this time". And a lie will be told that the prospect of purchase stood as an army semen toilet.

Later, under Rave, desperate for the future, I will appear refreshed and rescue her. This is going to be the last scenario.

Thanks to me for this. Wouldn't you shave about one of your dicks on the spot too much?

"Well, I'll leave the rest of the work to you"

"I asked for it."

When I smiled, Doran left with a respectful thank you.

Now that I'm out of hand, I've decided to inspect the city.

I've also felt it since I walked into the city last night, but it seems like a lot of citizens are energetically active. The enthusiasm seemed to envelop the entire city of Nambonan enough to forget that winter was approaching.

"That's busy."

"Yes, because the election is close"

It is room-on that said so. When I told him I was going to do a city tour, he followed me as a commentator.

Civilians in the Qualdenze army are also walking together, but only opening their mouths to the extent of supplementation, as the most familiar with the current situation in the city of Nambonan is room-on.

As far as I'm concerned, I wanted to do a city tour in Kohari's cute navigation, but I was convinced that the room-on told me I couldn't do that. You won't be able to give your daughter a city guide.

"Is that what makes this atmosphere in the election?

"Yes. I'm just more lively than usual this time. Citizens have been waiting for the election."

The defeat had driven all the members of Parliament out at the time, leaving the Council in a de facto state of collapse. It was from the Nambonan repression until today that a provisional regime by the Qualdenze army was maintained.

Although I declared in my speech that I would restore autonomy by citizens, there is really no guarantee that residential autonomy will return properly. The residents seem to have been much more anxious around it.

"Ever since the election date was announced, it's been at this rate."

Citizens seemed very pleased to have regained the opportunity to deliver their will to the Municipality. The room on also creates a delightful atmosphere with no heart.

The term local politics is a school of democracy and so on was found on the planet in previous life, but consciousness, like that of the Nambonan citizens, is probably important for democracy.

"Mayor, there's a candidate for this district on that sign over there."

"Ho."

Elected in the Nambonan elections are citizens who have popular aspirations or are trusted by many. It is also an election with a strong popular voting element, so to speak, admired by residents.

The large tree sign placed on the prominence of the street bears the name of the candidate and what kind of person he is.

When I stopped and looked at the wooden planks, I had a familiar name.

"Mm-hmm. Anna's name."

For some reason, among the candidates' names was Anna's, who is a waitress in a liquor store.

Anna is such a common name that she tends to make it extra, but next to that name comes a word that says she's a waitress with the name of the liquor store, so you can't go wrong.

"Why are you running for office?

"Is that Anna?

According to Room-On, Anna seems to be another recommendation.

Originally Anna was a famous billboard daughter in the tavern, and even the incendiary information that she preached Nambonan love to me to protect the autonomy of the city of Nambonan.

Thanks to that, he was taken up as the most fitting person as a Nambonan councillor.

They said there had been no women councillors customarily so far, but there was enthusiastic support enough to blow them away.

"Anna is a truly wonderful woman."

Breathing out louder, Room-on said, and even though I hadn't even heard it, he started talking about Anna enthusiastically.

Anna, a billboard daughter who works well in a civic retreat, seemed to have been admired by men from all over the city. Ethnic costumes similar to that Oktoberfest must have turned out to be a good masturbation. It is an excellent waitress to offer not only a knob of booze, but even a nighttime one.

When I think about it, my appetite for exclusivity springs up in two ways. Anna says she's my woman. She feels like she wants to go and do a buzz marking.

By the way, according to the Lower Horse Review, Anna seems certain to win. Rather, it seems there's no doubt about the victory, as to who they're going to win without letting Anna win.

Many citizens refer to Anna as the "Spirit of Nambonan," and you think the liquor store is in full swing day after day?

After inspecting the city's strongholds, I opened the room on and the civilian, and I led only the escort to the tavern.

Many citizens drink under this cold sky at a table set up outside the tavern.

When I saw what I looked like, some frightened and blue-faced, but most of them have thrown welcome words in their favor.

The shopkeeper welcomed me even though I was frightened and prepared a table in the store. He cared to let Anna have an audience, but then it's a cabbage. I wanted to see Anna working as a waitress, so I kept her away.

The waitresses are moving around to crawl between the tables.

There are many young women around and around compared to Anna, but I still don't find her as attractive as Anna. Anna, who continues to carry liquor in skilled movements, was lively and truly attractive.

I feel good when I think that's one of my women, and the pace of drinking tea increases.

I ordered a cup of tea, thinking at what time to bring Anna to bed.