The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

"You can see what's going on here"

"Oh, you look good"

Oras led me upstairs.

This room seems to be blown out, and if you look down, you can see the first floor in full view.

I hear the windows are open on the ground floor and the sun is shining bright, but the second floor I'm on is dark because the windows are closed.

Even if the people downstairs looked at it, it would be hard to notice this one.

The ground floor, which was quite large, was equipped with a beautiful sofa and desk. Maybe it's the room I usually use for business talks.

"Dolan will take Ravé more than this, so be quiet"

"Uhm."

We're going to hit a play, but I wanted to see how Ralph was doing once before that.

I tried to convey that request, and Dolan was to bring Ravé to the ground floor of this room.

In this way, I can see the current state of Raw Ravé from upstairs.

Waiting on the spot for a while, the door opened with a small noise of gibberish.

First Doran, and one employee-like man enter the room, followed by Rave.

I watched what happened, taking care not to embark on it.

"Stand there."

"... Yes"

Doran sits on the couch and an employee stands beside him.

Ravé, who became in an upright immobile position in front of the couch, stared at Dolan with a war-torn look.

Until just now, I was thinking about what if they looked up and their eyes met, etc., but I don't think I need to worry about that.

She is frightened and alert to every move by Doran, so she can't seem to afford to look around.

"Late! Move as soon as you tell me! You sell-out!

"Ha, ha, sorry"

Intense rage, like punching him, often echoes in a room with high ceilings, and he feels scolded up to this one looking at him.

I asked Oras, kneeling beside me and refraining, in a small voice.

"That's a real act, isn't it?

"I'm used to it."

Doran is a slave trader specializing in sexual slavery and naturally there are many women who handle slaves.

According to Oras, basically a woman is badly brittle against male cursing.

For this reason, the ordination of slaves begins with a prolonged yelling at the slaves who have purchased them.

"Well, is that how you plant slaves"

You must have guessed I was interested, Olas opened his mouth reluctantly

"Yep.... may I talk to you? This will be a conversation about planting them into normal slaves..."

Show your willingness to affirm toward Oras, even though you are concerned about how the Raves are downstairs.

Then Oras, in a small voice, resumed his story about slave discipline.

The daughters who have been purchased as slaves seem to be more or less rebellious to everyone at first.

That can be aggressive disobedience, like complaining face to face, or passive disobedience, like not following instructions and continuing to cry.

Even when it comes to slavery, she is a daughter who lived in peace not long ago. It's obvious, but you can't like it and want to be a sex slave, etc.

So Doran keeps yelling at me for extended periods.

Line up the slave daughters and slap them on the wall or on the floor with a stick that sounds good, while they curse until their voices wither.

If you have a slave daughter who is frightened and lays down her face, grab her hair and wake her up, and hit her with an anger in her ear.

From time to time, most slave daughters say their hearts are broken if they continue uninterrupted while changing with another employee.

Note that slave daughters who don't give in here are turned to corporal punishment courses, so it seems better to give in early. The future of becoming a slave will not change anyway.

Slave daughters thus succumbed to cursing ordination, but the next thing awaiting is blatant discriminatory ordination.

Doran finds one weak-minded and submissive slave daughter during her tutoring, and only openly favours her.

Make a difference in your diet, don't corporal punishment, prepare a warm blanket, and give you gentle words in front of the other slave daughters.

Slave daughters have a sense of companionship because they have endured cursing together, but before this discriminative discipline it collapses all at once.

The first privileged slave daughter feels superior to the other slave daughters.

I am treated specially by Doran, the overwhelming ruler. The other slave daughters are in such terrible sight.

It will be so sweet to the heart of a weak slave daughter. You get a sense of pride that you can't resist.

Other slave daughters who see preferential slave daughters become obedient because they want to be in that position too.

Then Doran softens it up and now favours your daughter. Behaving as if I'd forgotten about the slave daughter I'd treated until then.

The slave daughter thrown out of the ruler's asylum is tragic. I don't want to lose that feeling I once tasted, I become more submissive with one heart.

I want to be complimented at all, I want to be treated favourably, I want to be more spoiled than that woman.

The trick is to use a woman's instinct of wanting to monopolize the kindness of the strong, Oras says with a smile.

How often does a closed space overflow with a woman who wants to be a slave?

Educate your mindset as a slave, imprint that there is no more way to live as a slave, and brainwash that dedication to your husband is the supreme joy.

It takes six months, and in some cases nearly a year, to mature to complete the finest slave daughters.

"Ho... don't get interested in other daughters when you hear that"

"We also handle daughters who sell sex technology, so if you're interested, give us a shout out to Dolan"

Virgin and submissive sex slavery seems to be the best seller at the Gundran Chamber of Commerce, but they also handle slave daughters specializing in erotic technology.

Because of Olas' good sales talks, I get two willingness to buy.

"Sold out, you know why I brought you here?

The story seemed to be going on on on the ground floor, with Dolan making a low voice toward Rave.

In the meantime, as far as the other slave daughters are concerned, we shall take our time to consult with the groin later.

"Ahhh... ahh...!

Dolan's line was of no particular concern, but for some reason Ravé leaked a grieving voice, placing his hands on his face and grieving.

"How depressing is that?

Ask Olas, who turned into a commentator.

"You think the day has come to be taken by the army,"

"Oh, that way"

Ravé has been told lies about being sold as an army sex slave.

It should be noted that I have never heard of a slave in the military for sexual processing. It is a total fabrication.

But Ravé won't be familiar with military circumstances or anything, and most importantly, he won't be able to get his head around the trauma to truthfulness gang-raped by the Royal Army.

Rave, who stood in a cautious position, but began to flutter enough to tell from a distance that he broke his knee and sat down on the spot.

"Ahhh!

Hold your body with both arms so that it freezes in the cold, Ravé disturbs.

Perhaps the memory of the day when the men of the Royal Army were committing crimes day after night is now resurrected with her brain.

"That's weird! That's the rest of the sale! I want to feel pain again!?

Doran yelled his voice, raising one hand to shoulder height.

Having seen it, Ravé woke himself up trying to jump up, kneeling on the spot, placing his fingers on the floor and asking for forgiveness.

"What's that?

"It's a signal to instruct the activation of the slave print."

A slave print is a cursely magic that afflicts those carved in response to certain magic powers.

They say they treasure torture and other things in the military because they can continue to inflict pain without leaving any scratches on the flesh.

Engraving, maintaining, and activating slave marks. Because all of them will need magic, there is little opportunity for civilians to get involved. If I were to be involved, it would be more about being engraved.

Doran is not a magician, but the employee standing beside him is a magician. I always activate the Magic Detection Magic so I can tell right away.

Perhaps it's the flow of magical employees activating slave prints according to the signal of the store owner, Doran.

According to Olas, Ravé, whose spirit was already in a state of collapse, had barely ever rebelled, so only a few activations of the slave print had been made.

But as far as downstairs was concerned, those few starts seemed to have left a deep wound in her heart.

I had activated Eve's slave prints too, but I was suffering from a lot of pain.

"Forgive me... Forgive me... Please, forgive me..."

How sad the trembling voice was.

The fact that I'm really scared and I can't help it conveys it with a shine. Her heart no longer had any colour but fear.

"That's how you grow up!

Words can be thrown rampantly, but Ravé was just a relief against the fact that the slave print was not activated.

Doran, who sees her quiet, says in a nasty voice.

"I'm going to put you in an exhibition cage. Maybe we can sell it."

That's where Doran starts telling Ravé what's going on.

Recently, merchants have been arrested throughout the city illegally enslaving civilians, whereas the gentle-minded boy nobleman seems outraged.

The boy nobleman said he would ascertain with his own eyes whether the slave trade union in the city of Nambonan had committed any lawlessness that would abduct civilians, and he said he would come to visit the Gamoras Chamber of Commerce today.

So Doran conceived the operation of asking the gentle boy aristocrat to show him the defective stock rave and buy it... is the setting for this play.

"'Cause you're a sweet mayor, and maybe he'll buy it sympathetically for a salesman like you."

"Ho, is that true?

Rave raises his voice full of joy like a Buddha in hell, even a spider's thread has dripped.

"That's up to you.... you know what I mean? If you don't sell it now, you'll be a loot in the future. It's a life where you get offended every morning through evening, have children you don't know belong to anyone, and if that's a girl, both parents and children will continue to get offended until they die. If you don't like it, take it in and buy it at all costs."

Doran tells the details of how tragic his fate would be if he were taken by the army, shaking Ravé's heart.

The narrative, as if it had been seen, was so skillful that it really seemed that the army had sex processing slaves.

"And you'd better leave that to be your unmarried daughter. You're more sympathetic than a midwife. Come on, it's cheap."

"Huh?"

Rave was married in his hometown village, and Eve is giving birth. He was gang-raped by members of the Royal Army for not being a virgin.

In other words, what Dolan is trying to do is a scam.

"No one can be sure if you say so. Sometimes your species has a long life and it's hard to identify their age, which means there's nothing wrong with it."

Eve and Rave are a species that is much longer in appearance and compared to humans, have civilian magic, that is, powerful magic even compared to their descendants, look younger if they are about 100 or 200 years old, and have long ears beside them.

For convenience, I had translated this species into an elf tribe in my brain because I felt it resembled a species often offended by oaks and tentacles in Japanese fantasy in the previous life.

Eve is twelve, by the way, and Rave is eighteen five. I'm getting the right information from Doran in the back.

Rave, who is downstairs invited to scam, still looks about Eve's sister.

Light blonde hair that may be described as the colour of sunlight, and the same green eyes as Eve, a slender body and thin fingers, are on the back, with loose breasts shaking in her chest.

He had the impression of a calm and gentle sister and looked tired of seeing it over and over again.

Not to mention seeing a badly chopped ravé, or something, Doran made the end of the story stronger.

"You wanna tell me you're a woman who's had kids before? Maybe I won't be sympathetic? Then where were you going...... huh?

In addition, as an example, Dolan gives me an example of how I helped my protective daughter, all of whom were unmarried, who had about thirty.

He showed that his unmarried daughter had a proven track record of being saved and went on to say that this lie was something that made sense.

"Wow... I'm, I'm, I'm not..."

In a trembling voice, Ravé said so.

Sometimes I'm older than Eve and I guess I can make adult decisions, but I still think the military is horrible.

Being a bitter decision came from its voice color.

"You had a daughter? Look, there's no such thing. You are single. Right?

"... I have a daughter..."

Ravé has no regular slavery education by Doran.

As far as I'm concerned, I'd like Ravé to miss me, but I didn't really want Ravé, who was all over the slave spirit.

So I suggested a plan to get favored by saving them while pushing them, and Dolan has been educating them individually to go along with it.

Upon arrival in the city of Nambonan, a scenario called "Ravé Identity Disguise" was proposed by Doran.

Ravé now, if I may say so, is in the position of a 100 percent victim with no fallacy. If we enslave this, they say inconveniences are likely to occur in the long run.

That seems to happen so that the awareness that "I'm a victim..." always sticks together. Just to be honest, depending on how it is handled, it can be a source of growth and disobedience.

"My daughter... what's up? Don't you want to tell me? Well, I don't mind. It's your will. I am not going to put it out in front of nobility, such as an obstetrician who has no prospect of selling it this way. We'll sell it to the army as planned."

It's a change from earlier attitudes, and suddenly Doran has a cold attitude.

When pressed, he resists, but when pulled, it makes him anxious, and Ravé blued his face.

"Wait.........!

"You don't have to. You don't want to do this, do you? It's so reluctant to go to the military, you said you did it on purpose to show the way to salvation, but you refuse to do that? Be kind, I respect your will. Have fun in the army at best."

"I will! I'll do it...!

"Do you want to? You don't have to do anything. Those who are not prepared to do so will eventually run out."

Dolan only calmly teaches against the tenacious ravé.

It is a relaxed narrative that I do not think is very much the same person as the man who was yelling as much as I did earlier.

"What do you want to do?

To Doran's words, Ravé trembles and approaches his face so close that he seems to be stuck on the floor.

That's how she raised her voice stained with pain, like squeezing it out of the depths of her body.

"... the army... I don't like it... So I want that nobleman to buy it..."

For Rave, I know exactly how traumatic the gang rape experience is.

An alternate offended experience that replaces itself over and over in front of a real daughter is not such a memory that it disappears so easily.

"Well, then what should I do? I do not impose. You think, you decide, you act."

Let them choose the worst two choices in a situation with no escape route. From the looks of it, there is no worse situation.

But making this choice will mix a drop of dirty water into her clear water-like mind.

That's the burden of "falsifying your identity with our cuteness and tricking your customers into buying it".

"I'm an unmarried daughter.... My daughter... my daughter, she's not here."

"That's your choice, isn't it?

"... Yes"

When a drop of dirty water enters a wine full of barrels, it becomes muddy water full of barrels. I remember those words from my previous life.

To protect herself, she decided to falsify her identity by denying the existence of Eve, her beloved daughter.

Now she can't think of herself as a complete innocent victim. It becomes something that binds her heart so strongly.

"Eve... I'm sorry...... I'm sorry... Eve..."

Hara and Rave shed tears and repeated their apologies to Eve, who is not here.

It may be that by putting Eve's presence in his mouth and denying it, Ravé no longer has a way out.

I fall carelessly in love with the beauty of Ravé, who continues to apologize to the void in tears.

It was the thought of how much she loved Eve, and how afraid she was of going to the military, that could be poked at in different ways.

I checked Rave's situation. Me and Olas left the room quietly.

After this, Dolan teaches Ravé how to behave towards the boy nobleman, so it will only take a little longer for the next scene to appear.

I was led to a reception room for guests by Olas, where I drank tea and asked questions about my concerns about the slave trade.

I finished hearing some things I wanted to know and the door was knocked when the cup was emptied.

Olas turns his gaze to the employee who came into the room.

"What can I do for you?

"Dear Doran has contacted you. He said he was ready."

Looks like my turn has finally arrived.

Olas gets up first, and so do I.

"Then let's come."

"Oh, I need some guidance"

Olas leads me down the hallway. The destination is on the store side.

The boundaries between the hall and the store were clear, and the hallway had changed from stone to wood when the metal doors that were on the way were opened.

Continue straight through the wooden floor to reach a slightly larger room.

"It's over there"

"All right. Let's get started."

A slave is not displayed in a store like a supermarket lined radish or cabbage.

Essentially locked in a cell in the back of the store, the person on the store side brings a slave to meet with the customer's demands, and even the buying and selling process.

For this reason, they often have columns and simple cages that create chains of slaves in spaces where guests enter.

That's what the Gun Oras Chamber of Commerce stores are made of again, and they have a permanent exhibit corner.

It was a noli like the final sale of inventory disposal and Rave was to be on display.

This time I am a kind boy nobleman who stumbled upon such a wagon corner.

If you look at the cage, Rave, desperately fixing his smile, was staring at this one.

"Why are people in here?

As Olas led me on foot, I stopped in front of a cage with Ravé in it.

There are rusty handcuffs, foot locks with round iron balls at the end of the chain, and ravées dressed in cheap cotton robes to see.

Cheap robes are really nasty in the size of Ravé's body, especially when his chest is stuck.

"Oh, that's oversold. I apologize for contaminating your eyes with such defective products"

In response to my question, Olas was respectful and explained to me how sorry he seemed.

He is quite an actress.

"That's not the point. Let me dress like this on such a cold day..."

"Don't worry. She's an elf, a magical species, so you don't have to worry about colds."

It should be noted that when the magic seal is applied, the magic power cannot be freed, but the tough vitality is maintained.

I hear Olas explain and distort his expression just a little bit. Of course, it was deliberate, but I felt that Olas acted well and his expression had changed naturally.

"This girl... isn't that the daughter you used to bring to me for sale...? I think he was treated more decently then."

"You're talking about when Dolan visited, right? I thought it was something I could sell high then, but in the end, I couldn't buy it from anyone. … just for the record, she's already decided to throw and sell. If you don't die until handed over, that's fine. You can't afford to pay attention to bad inventory, which is cruel but not gold."

How much Olas talks about how Ravé is not for sale, and the rage disappears from Ravé's eyes, which are heard in front of him.

You seemed to understand in your conversation with Doran that you needed to sell yourself in, but you wouldn't have a choice because Olas would do this to you as well.

"You said you'd throw and sell, didn't you? What are you selling it to?

"That's easy. This girl looks beautiful, doesn't she? Well, to put it bluntly, it's the guy's opponent. May I say a loving environment?"

Ha ha, and Olas laughed, but Rave had completely dead eyes.

"... do you mean to fit such a young daughter in such a terrible way?

I play the role of a lovely boy nobleman full of justice and I shake my fists plump.

In response to my complaint, Olas speaks in a slightly disdainful, provocative tone.

"That's right. It doesn't become a selling thing at all, so that's the fate of slaves. No, we're distressed too, when I think she's going to be flaunted by countless men day and night, oh, how pathetic..."

"Then stop doing that..."

"But this is what we do in business, so you can't give it a sweet heart"

Like to teach, and with no island to attach, Pishari and Oras said.

It is a way of saying it to an unknown boy that beats reality.

"You... don't you, don't you?

I'm in a cage. Speak to Rave.

Then Ravé responded to my question, shaking his lips.

"Ya... help me, please..."

A muscle of tears spills out of my green eyes.

That beautiful sight, as if it were a painting, I forgot the play and swallowed the live one.

"It's the name Rave, captured by the Royal Army in the land of fog... oh, has this been explained to you before by Drun?

"Oh. I don't really remember..."

When I said that, Olas called Rave's name in an intimidating tone.

Perhaps that means introducing yourself, Rave opens his mouth.

"La...... my name is Rave. You can read and write Elo. … unmarried."

"If the mayor were to buy it, she would be helpful."

I'm a dirty merchant in gold! In an intonation like claiming otherwise, Olas said.

For a moment, it's a nice follow up to me when Rave saw me and the play was stopping.

"... how much?

"Ho? Please wait a moment.... Doran!

I guess I was just around the corner waiting, Doran walking in lightly.

"What's up? Oras."

"What, the mayor likes this girl? I wanted to give it to you, but I couldn't remember the price, so I called you."

Put your hand on the jaw, and Doran does what he thinks.

You're never supposed to see him from Rave's position, but you're looking at me with a garlic and a really villainous grin.

Sounds like a technocrat obsessed with invisibility.

"I see... but she, Rave, has already made an appointment, even though it's the same as a throw sale, and if we're going to rebel this and sell it to the mayor, we need to get that amount"

If this one shows willingness to buy it, it will quickly catch the value.

Somehow it's starting to seem like I'm doing it with vegetables, not acting.

There shouldn't be a new amount because I have a sales agreement behind me, but I wonder why I worry about my wallet.

"... say it. How much?"

So Doran told him the amount.

You put in a story element that only people who understand can enjoy, and the amount was the same as when I bought Eve. I mean, it's so expensive.

The awesomeness of that forehead seemed to have been conveyed to Ravé, also from the land of mist, who had a blue face. I guess I can't believe the idea of a merchant who's going to sell it because of it but catches the price.

"Did you say rave? You don't have to be scared."

I grinned at Ravé in the cage and immediately turned back to Doran.

"Let's buy it for that price, open the cage"

"Thank you for your purchase. Of course, you can open the cage immediately."

Since the door of the cage is closed with iron, it is easy to remove it.

Let Dolan open the door, and I pulled over to Ravé.

Are you afraid of men, for a moment only Ravé trembled heavily on his back, but was desperate to hold his own body down so as not to disturb him.

"Sit still, I'll take this off now"

Because of the iron handcuffs and foot locks, I can easily pull them off with my magical powers.

He destroyed the handcuffs while being careful not to injure Rave, followed by also destroying the foot locks.

Under the handcuff-foot lock, you can see the skin with the red mole.

Rave usually has good quality handcuff-foot locks that are taken care of not scratching, but today they were put on cheap for this play.

"It hurt so much... it would have hurt... Soon it will heal."

I concentrated my magic and applied some healing magic to Ravé that enhanced the production of light.

The mole on her hands and feet had completely disappeared as grains of light like Aurora glowed and encased her body gently stroking.

"Ahhh... warm... thank you, thank you..."

It makes me want to hug a ravé with a puffy tear, but I won't.

She has been reported to be close to masculine phobia. If I hug you now, you're likely to be rejected.

I want to welcome you into a perverted mansion, not here, and then make it a thing while I see how it goes.

I find the way I cry somewhat similar to Eve, but it's still just grown women and less childish.

Rather, so much so that I can feel the beauty in the way I cry.

I took her home, thinking it was something I wanted to do faster than hold my mother and daughter.