The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

When I was finishing my bath and doing my hobby writing in the mayor's office, the door slammed tiny.

Think from the way you knock, it's not by Tesh or Oddy.

"Get in."

It was Kohari, dressed for sleeping rolls, who opened the door without a sound.

What an imbalance between simple clothing with no glamour whatsoever worn by the civilian population and a gentle standing behaviour of a lady.

Its appearance, wrapped in a large black cloth from the top of its bedding to prevent the cold, was like that of Count Dracula, by analogy.

"Oh? Are you here alone?"

I'm the one who called Kohari, but I forgot to designate him to come alone at that time. That's why I thought the room on would stick.

Unsurprisingly, however, Kohari seems to be the only one who came to the mayor's office.

"Yes, my brother told me to go alone"

"Hmm..."

Though the letter ex comes to mind, Kohari is a lady, a warrant lady, and a boxed daughter.

In response to an evening call from a man, he thought there was no way an unmarried woman could visit him alone with a scarecrow.

What a serious story to say that we have already had seeded sex many times.

Most importantly, even though it is provisionally decided to become a concubine, the reception has not yet been officially made.

When it comes to the current position of Kohari, I wonder if it would be classified as an unmarried woman.

So she talked to Room-On about a call from me and apparently wanted him to escort her to the mayor's office.

"Did Room-On say anything?

In response to my question, Kohari uttered a small word of denial.

He smiled very well, and went to the mayor's office as soon as he could, and said something like that, and he was pushed out of the room by a mumble on his back.

I called Kohali to give Kohali back his figurines.

I'm glad they didn't rattle me on the room-on.

"Good then. Kohari, pull over."

Don't be rejected, I thought it was a little hesitant.

She would understand that she would be a concubine, but I had no choice but to be somewhat alert because she had committed it many times before.

"Yes."

Kohari, however, kept an innocent smile on his face and approached him with a relaxed walk peculiar to your young lady.

I am confused by that move, which is too defenseless, on the contrary.

"Mm... wait. After all, sit on your couch."

Point to the couch installed nearby, not in front of the mayor's desk. Five or so adult men are couches big enough to sit at a time.

When I checked Kohari, who sat down at the end of that couch, I grabbed the little box I had in my drawer and took a seat.

"I'm gonna sit next to you."

I sit so close that my thighs and thighs snuggle together.

The snake wrapped its arms around her hips in a curly motion, pushing the entire body against her.

"Ah."

"Kohari, you've come a long way"

With a gentle tone in mind, I shook Kohali's hand.

She moves her gaze left and right so that she can illuminate it, closing the mouth that was about to open.

"How's work? Seems like a lot of hard work..."

I haven't talked to Kohari very slowly.

Because we were alone, we decided to take this opportunity to communicate.

Even if I talk all the time, Kohari just nicks well behaved, so I shake her easy story.

"It's so much fun"

Kohali jumped on my sprinkled bait.

Like a dog who praises and praises and waves her tail, she talks about her routine as a choreographer.

I let go and praise Kohari for his work, and every time I gently stroke my shoulders, arms, back, etc. It's an operation to remind me that it's natural to be touched.

Occasionally I narrow my eyes and accept my nadenade. She feels like a small animal like a thick hairy rabbit and her heart is healed.

"... so I got along with Tico and the others. Ugh, glad to have more friends"

We just chatted for quite a while, and it's finally been a recent topic.

Apparently Kohari likes to chat, but he usually only has about the same person to talk to as his brother.

Room-on said, but Kohari doesn't seem to have many friends. Inevitably, there will be few people to talk to.

She keeps talking so much that I have no room to open my mouth.

"It's the first time I've had a lot of friends my age can do it... every day is so much fun"

For such a kohari, the standing assignment seemed fresh to see how the thirty protective daughters were.

They enjoy embroidering, drinking tea, and chatting together in addition to the circle of the protective daughters' group.

If I watched who was saying what, who did what, and how she smiled and reported to me about those other unloved events, I knew perfectly well that she was having a full day.

"The mayor came today, so everyone was happy."

"Hmm?"

Being a young nobleman who laid down the hammer of justice on an evil merchant, I say it is very popular with my protective daughters.

I don't know who's going to buy it, but they're inflating their image and boosting their career based on my rumors and stuff they hear from outside the mansion.

Maybe the wilk painted in their brains has become an idle creature with no stool or piss.

The real me poop and piss, even the semen is going to come out.

"Tico in particular said she was very excited to see you. I'm glad the mayor came, too."

The real me is the kind of person who takes over and rapes his sister in front of his brother, but Kohari seems to have completely forgotten about it in the last few days.

Maybe my memories have been tampered with while I was listening to my protective daughters paranoid talk.

More than thirty people were in a space where they praised me extensively, so I can neither relieve nor force the negative elements against me.

I also feel like experimenting with what happens if I throw Eve in.

"... my brother told me, you protected me from those scared people, didn't you?

Those scared people, they would mean perverted merchants and their associates.

The perverted merchant who wanted Kohari as a thing was hiring Gorotsuki to harass him.

"It's natural to protect someone important, isn't it?

"Ugh."

Kohari smiled elegantly with her hands on her mouth. If you look at the look on his face, he doesn't even look full.

Deciding this was the time to attack, I took out the little box I had left in my pocket and exposed it in front of Kohari.

"I'll give this to my precious Kohari as a token of my dowry."

"What's this?

Kohari, who received the small box, whispered it silently in his hand and turned his gaze to see if it was okay to open it.

I grabbed her shoulder and then untied the little box and took the lid.

There it was, the manal crystal that Kohari gave way to from his late mother.

Clear crystals, similar to crystals, sparkled in the light of illuminating magic that illuminated the indoors.

"Is it important?

"Huh...? Is this... what...? Liar......?

He was kohari hiding his mouth in the palm of his crossed hand, but his red eyes like red balls were so open that they seemed to fade away.

I pinched the crystal in the box with my finger, took her hand and handed it to her.

"I'm not lying. I also checked with the room on."

"Ahhh..."

Kohari stroked it around with its thin fingertips so as to confirm the shape of the manaral crystal.

I guess I finally gained certainty by checking for a while, she slowly closed her palm and pulled a gripping bush against her chest.

"... Mother... Mother... ah..."

Kohari leaned down with his other hand on his bush, and burst into tears.

As for this one, I was hoping that the thankful kiss would return, but the way I cried was to pierce my chest.

"Kohari"

"Ugh... Mother... Good... Mother... Mother, come back..."

It's pathetic to keep shaking your shoulders and zeroing large grains of tears, even feeling the beauty of a painting.

I held her in my arms, guided not by lust but by feelings close to fatherhood.

"Mayor...... thank you......"

It should be noted that I was the one who took it.

It is also strange because when I am honestly thanked for this, I am more sorry than criticized.

Until I finished whimpering, I held her in silence and continued to stroke her supple hair.

Do people living on the Elo continent have a lot of habitual hairs, have curved tips to come, or have a lot of hair quality that waves across the board.

Kohari is a little uncommon due to her straightened Sarah hair with no habits.

Crimson eyes, small shaped breasts, tight buttocks, etc. also attract enough attention, but still the most characteristic would be its silver-haired straight hair.

"Beautiful hair."

My heart's voice spills unexpectedly at the comfort of the stroke.

Touching is very different, but in terms of touching it and feeling good, it is similar to the thick hairy beard's body hair.

Kohari feels somewhat like a thick hairy rabbit. This is especially true around the feeling of not being able to live alone.

Maybe the owner looks like a pet.

"N♡"

It's also cute and good around a cute squeal when I stroke it.

"All right, good boy"

While stroking, I think about whether or not I should push him down on the couch like this.

If you want to play anyway, you want to be cute slowly in the bedroom.

"Um..."

"What?

Says Kohari, who fits softly in my arms and lays down his face a little and just uplifts his eyes.

When I say I'm shorter, I can't wait to get excited about the trick of turning myself down and staring at this one.

And it's horrible because Kohari does it in nature, not after it.

A beautiful woman who must have someone's asylum. Isn't it a tremendous caress for the sex of a man?

"May I show this to my brother...? I'm sure your brother will be pleased."

It is a thought circuit like a toddler who goes to show his parents what he gets. That's where I smile, and just a little bit of jealousy creates similar emotions.

The best person for Kohari would be his brother, the room-on so far. But one day, at the top of the list, I wanted to sit down.

"... oh, come on. You'll be relieved to room on."

The monopoly cravings that have sprung up with the two gradually turn into lust.

It will still take some time to dye her heart to my color.

If it is, it is only my body that dyes it cloudy, if I say so specifically.