The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Only one of the largest merchants in the city of Nambonan lived there, and the perverted mansion is quite splendid.

Of course the land is huge, it looks like a millionaire-specific, unobtrusive, elegant mansion that must have hired a good designer when it was built.

Through the main gate, there stood an arched gate made of bricks similar to the water bridge.

Probably took the look more than practicality, its sight with the same shaped gates equidistantly spaced to the main building has the beauty of inadvertently stopping and looking at it.

When I came to visit the pervert show, it was night, so I didn't get to watch it slowly.

Although a perverted trader who was sexually distorted, his taste in terms of what was around him did not seem bad.

Stepping into the main building of the perverted mansion, a civilian was waiting there.

"Young lady. I've been waiting for you"

It's been a few days since I stepped into the perverted show and I'm back at the perverted mansion.

We have already finished collecting evidence of tax evasion and abduction, and the Qualdenze army has withdrawn.

"Welcome and hard work. Any progress?"

The master of this mansion is gone. I'm not exactly in the world.

Yesterday at noon, the evil deeds of the perverted merchants were made public to the citizens and led to their execution.

The room-on seemed to strain the back work considerably, and the uplifting of the square was a tremendous one.

So much so that the curse filled the perimeter before the perverted merchant went up to the special stage set up in the square or was able to read out the guilt.

So much so that I thought the bricks in the building would collapse with cheer, such as when I appeared at the end.

Subsequently, the announcement ended and the room-on was promoted to a position with subordinates.

The perverted mansion, thus losing its owner, became the depository of the Qualdenze family.

By the way, it is surprising because it was from the citizen's side that he began to tell me to keep this mansion in the possession of the mayor. I can see the height of the mass fanning technology in the room on.

"All cleaning is done and all you have to do is install furniture. The furniture ordered in the city will arrive shortly, so I was wondering if it would take shape by the end of the day."

"Pretty soon, huh? It must have been a few days before I placed my order."

This time, I decided to move some of my living quarters in the city of Nambonan to a perverted mansion.

This is because both Tesh and Odie gave us advice.

Originally, I was instructing the mayor's residence to be remodeled in order to accept Anna and Kohali as concubines.

They were going to put those two living quarters right in my hands.

As far as I'm concerned, I was going to build more facilities like the rear palace in the mayor's mansion, but Tesh and Odie knew the perverted mansion was going to be free, and I've given them an immediate opinion.

The Mayor's residence is an establishment where my living space and City Hall coexist.

Even though those two are distinguished on a pavilion-by-pavilion basis, there will be an unspecified number of men entering and leaving the premises, starting with civilians.

This seems unforgivable to Tesh and Odie. Because I don't want an impudent man coming in and making mistakes with my Anna or Kohari.

If a concubine affair causes me to become a woman of distrust or impotence, it is an important part of the Qualdenze family.

It's the worst thing I could ever avoid from Tesh and Odie.

For those reasons, if the use of the perverted mansion has not been decided, he asked me to use it for the mansion surrounding the concubine.

Because of the noble temperament, I thought it best to worry about my surroundings, and because there were no other plans to make use of them, the Perverted Mansion was to be maintained as my backyard.

"Looks like the people in the city did their job with the highest priority. I was wondering if it was the business of young people to cultivate their morality."

I felt like a propaganda business, but let's just say it's my morality, including that.

Besides, I had ordered beds and such at the time I gave the alteration instructions, so I wouldn't have started from scratch.

"I am satisfied with the work of the citizens of Nambonan... if there are no problems with the quality of what has been delivered, tell the vendor I said so"

"Accepted."

You did your best because of me, so you could give me a compliment or so.

With compliments from the mayor now and then, the vendors will feel good and will move conveniently next time.

"Now suppose to see how the daughters were caught"

"Ha! I'll show you around"

The purpose of coming to the perverted mansion today is also to confirm the progress of the renovation, but the main one is to confirm the recent status of the daughters who had been abducted.

The protected thirty or so daughters tentatively live in a perverted mansion until future treatment is decided.

I also wondered if I would let him live in a mansion with unpleasant memories, but I had no choice because I didn't have a mansion where nearly thirty other daughters would let him in.

Civilians lead us through the hallway and lead us to the big room.

When I walked into the room, my daughters, who seemed to chat happily, looked at us all at once.

"Everyone, refrain. This is Mr. Qualdenze Wilk, the man of the Qualdenze family."

Perhaps it was well known in advance that I would come to inspect today, the women were not disturbed, but knelt at once.

I sat down in a chair provided nearby, telling the women to ease their posture.

Because every move is brought to my attention by my daughters of my age, I feel awkward.

The air in the heated room in the fireplace was mixed with the good scent of the raucous young daughters.

I felt like accidentally taking off my clothes and declaring the opening of the Great Orgy Party, but I felt better.

Perhaps being in a perverted mansion makes you perverted. It is a dangerous mansion.

"Have you done something wrong?

I spoke with the gentlest voice I could, but my daughters got scared and they don't talk about anything.

If you look around at the look on your face, you don't see a daughter with an unpleasant face for my appearance. I'd like to reply, but I can't tell you, that's the face.

You look worried about your lack of gratitude for your poor words to the nobles.

"... Tico, what do you say? Do you have any hard feelings?

"Huh!?

Tiko, who was named, looks around the area.

Her daughter, who was next to her, saw the attitude and was desperately sending gestures with her hands to reply quickly.

"Ahhh......! Ahhh! And very! Hard work, no! I'm fine!

How funny her answer to the strange rhetoric made me laugh unexpectedly.

Tiko, whose face is bright red, hides her face with both hands.

"How about the others?

The other daughters seemed to have been able to calm down the other way, either because Tico made a brilliant mistake.

All my daughters who threw questions followed me, but I gave a decent response.

To sum it up briefly, what's left of life?

"I wish I had. You should heal your body slowly."

When I say that, my daughters say thank you in unison, albeit inconsistently.

It was not just a form of gratitude for the nobility, but felt in the heart spit out of the depths of my heart.

I turn my gaze to the clerk and let him explain what's going on.

At first they were my daughters, who kept their eyes on me and the civilian conversation, but after a while, one of them began to whisper.

I guess you've sensed that this one has nothing to blame for the chatter, and soon you'll have a gorgeous atmosphere inside the room if you have to.

Most of the protected daughters were between the ages of 15 and 20; Tiko, 13, is the youngest girl.

Looking back for a moment, my daughters were all embroidered sitting on the floor, bickering.

I talked to a civilian and he said he prepared it because his daughters told me he wanted to do an inside job because he had nothing to do.

Most of them are daughters from rural areas, and it seems like a waste of time to just relax in a room with a fireplace.

Chianes doesn't like embroidery and has a fireplace number, so he leaves and enters the room earlier. They say there's firewood in the backyard.

What a different look for nearly thirty daughters, embroidered indifferently, in a large fireplace and a beautifully shaped room full of luxury.

I stopped talking to a civilian to see what my rural daughter's needle was capable of. I approached Tico.

Some of my daughters were asking about this one, but Tico hasn't noticed my proximity at all because she was concentrating on her inside job.

Again, if my daughter got together, the friendly group would be able to do it naturally, Tiko was making a circle with her five daughters.

If you look closely, one of them was Kohari.

At first, it was the male civilian who was stationed in the room of the perverted mansion, but there were reports that his daughters were slightly frightened, so they changed to the choreographer Kohari.

It was decided that Kohali would be able to keep an eye on her daughters, and she was in charge here.

As far as this goes, I apparently completely forgot about my job because of getting along with my daughters and enjoying the inside job with them.

If this is a room-on, I guess I'm exploring their true intentions by getting close as companions who do internal work together instead of standing as a resident...... etc, but in Kohari's case I just think they enjoy it vegan.

"Are you good at embroidery?

"Hih!?

When I spoke to Tico, she was surprised to try to jump up.

When I identify myself, I stick a needle in a pillow-shaped needle mountain and put my finger on the floor.

"Um, me, me! Embroidery!

"Look, you don't have to be so nervous. I won't punish you if the words break down a little bit."

I put my hands on my shoulders subtly and enjoyed sexual harassment to such an extent that it didn't get nasty, I waited for Tico to settle down.

As if Shimodo had been drunk, Tico blushed and moistened his vine-colored eyes as if they had melted with facial fever.

My nearby daughters are peeking this way as they divulge their throbbing, excited voice.

A situation comes to mind: a girl who talks to an admiring senior and friends who support it far-flung. It is quite pleasant.

"Is this a finished product? You look beautiful. Who made it? Kohali?"

At the center of a circle made of Tiko and Kohari, and four daughters, there is an embroidered finished cloth.

I said as I took one of them and looked at it.

As many petals were stitched in a dark blue cloth with red or yellow thread, a fireworks match in the previous life in Japan somehow floated in the back of his brain.

"Ah... it's me..."

With all due respect, Tiko raised her hand quietly and quickly lit up and hid her face.

Unhidden ears are brilliantly bright red.

"Ho... you're doing well. Are you used to it?

The stitched thread was perfectly aligned and looked well done to my eyes.

"We are good at yarn because we have lots of ravioli"

"Rabbit?"

I couldn't quite find the connection between being good at needlework and having a rabbit.

You realize I didn't understand, my daughter sitting right next to Tico opens her mouth.

"Rabbit hair can be a raw material for yarn, so there are many opportunities to do embroidery with yarn that was not sold. Tico's house has a raven, doesn't it?

"Yeah."

I don't even know how the yarn will be made. Do I look like a worldless nobleman from their point of view?

I'm starting to feel like I can't make a lot of fools of Kohari's ladies.

"Is Tico's house a caring house?

It's a profession I haven't heard much about, but maybe it's a family business that's not uncommon in El Salvador.

Whether in Newnelly City or Nambonan City, soups made with ravioli meat often appear on the menu of meals.

I thought the hunter was hunting the ravens, but maybe the form of rearing them on the ravens is mainstream.

The one who answered my question was once again the daughter who sat next to me.

"Um, farmers often have ravens in their gardens. Hair can be yarn, meat is delicious, and you can take care of little ones. Besides, manure becomes fertilizer in the field. There are many houses with chickens and rabbits."

"Really?"

As I agreed with her words, the surrounding daughters, who were listening, were nodding.

Apparently, keeping a rabbit is not uncommon for peasants.

"We also own the mayor's mansion, don't we? There was a fat rabbit."

Tico says with a smile on his face, but I had no idea.

Livestock and other animals should not be raised in particular in the mayor's residence.

I was just about to ask Tico back where he saw it, and Kohari raised his hand small.

"That could be my rabbit. It's a black haired rabbit..."

"Oh, I'm sure it's that rabbit"

I didn't know you had a rabbit. I wonder if your inside job had a hand in raising a rabbit.

I'm a little scared to imagine a young lady who wouldn't even kill a mosquito like this strangling a raven and dismantling the meat, saying with a good smile, "Brother, fat thighs look so delicious" etc.

"You had a rabbit or something?

"Yes, now we can live together again"

When I spoke to Kohali, he said that he had had a rabbit long before it was annexed to Qualdenze territory.

My real father, who was number one in his job, barely came home, but my real brother, Room-on, took great care of Kohari.

But that's also until the room-on grows up. Room-on, the trace of the Grand Chamber of Commerce, became busy taking advantage of adults and many days without going home.

Kohari said he spent every day alone in a mansion without family waiting for his room-on return.

One day, Room-on said he had brought a bunch of bunny kids back to the mansion for lonely Kohari.

Kohari said he could thus distract the loneliness just a little bit.

When the mansion was taken over by the Qualdenze army, the rabbit was deposited with one of Kohari's few friends.

That's when Kohari said he was saddened by his farewell to the rabbit and cried prolonged in the inn.

In the end, the room-on was hired with city officials to allow him to live and work at the mayor's residence.

Recently, I have been able to afford my life, so a friend told me that he decided to return the ravioli and keep it at the mayor's residence.

By the way, I hear the breeding permits were taken by Room-On from Tesh and Oddy. And he is a sweet brother to his sister.

I mean, it seems that Kohari's rabbit was not livestock, it was a pet.

"I've had my hair collected and threaded. It turned out to be a black, very beautiful thread."

"It's one raven, isn't it? Is it something that can take that much hair off?

I've never touched a raven on Earth in my previous life, but I feel like that was only as hairy as a cat.

Wouldn't be such a big amount where I gathered my cat's rejuvenating hair. And I don't even think it will be processed and threaded.

"Ah... a ravioli is a thick ravioli. Unlike the raven in the wild, this is what I did with the raven..."

A daughter sitting next to Tico moves her hand in a motion like drawing an afro head.

Seeing that, I came to terms with the identity of her thick-haired rabbit.

"Was that and this creature a raven..."

When I was sneaking out of Newnelly City before, I had seen livestock in rural areas that looked like hairy balls.

Rural humans used to call the organism "hairy balls" or "hairy snails" in Ero language, so they thought there were strange organisms with such weird names on the Ero continent.

If you ask me more about my daughter's description, the "hairy balls" in Newnelly City seemed identical to the organism named "Thick Hairy Rabbit".

Because of the presence of ravioli-like ravioli on the Elo continent, when I heard the word ravioli in my brain conversion, I had that ravioli in my head.

Hairy Balls, Thick Hairy Rabbits, are organisms that produce chunky body hair like sheep.

Adults are larger than basketball if you include the mockingbird part.

Once I was allowed to touch what was alive in the countryside, it was enough to make me want to cheek unexpectedly for its too good a touch.

Peasants said they would take it with hair if it was about the bite of a wild dog because it grows a lot of very thin and sturdy body hair.

It's just that even if you take a bite attack, they'll take you somewhere as it is, so you have an unfortunate cock that they'll kill you any day unless the humans help you. Thick-haired rabbits are slow to move.

It may be a custom in the vicinity of Newnelly City to call thick-haired rabbits hairy balls, as there are unique animal designations depending on the region.

"The thick ravioli can be seen when you shave your hair, but the contents are normal ravioli. It's just full of hair."

"Hmm. That's interesting"

Speaking of razor hair, I had the image of using it as fur, but even if I thought about the appearance similar to sheep and her description, I would use it by cutting the hair off with razor or razor.

Exactly. It's a little unlikely that Kohari would be happy to peel off the skin of the cute ravioli as a pet and say, "Brother, the fur has been removed beautifully."

"Hair shaving is fun. Chianes... my brother is very good."

According to the story of Tico and the other daughters, thin threads can be made from thick-haired razor hair that are not comparable to sheep's.

If the quality is good, they can sell it high as a yarn used by noble women for embroidery.

"Tico's used to embroidery all the time."

"Oh, that's not true. Your mother is much better than me."

Tico put one hand on his cheek as illuminated and missed his gaze.

I have an embroidery of one of the aristocratic princesses' hobbies.

Fannie also occasionally has a needle, but compared to that, Tico's embroidery is out of step.

Tico is older, so he may be good, naturally, but I don't think Fannie can catch up on this level in a few years.

Well, embroidery of princesses is a playful thing, so with the exception of a very small number of embroidered geek princesses, the technique is subtle.

I have had a handkerchief embroidered by Fannie before, but it was well done smiling. Of course I took it with a smile and played a sweet brother.

I take Tico's hand and smile.

"You don't have to be modest, it's so beautiful.... If I sew well, can I have one?"

"Yes… ♡"

Manko technically Tiko is not already a maiden.

But those eyes belonged to the maiden who falls in love.