The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

When I heard a knock on the door, my chest beat faster.

I've heard this noise for the third day in a row, and no one else visits this room.

I replied across the door after checking the familiarity of my hair and bedding with a mirror placed in the room.

"Coming in."

"Yes."

It was the boy with blue hair and silver eyes, my "husband", who opened the door and came in.

I usually do words and deeds that are very dignified, and I was very surprised when I heard I was only twelve.

"Rave, I missed you"

"Is that true?

Your husband, who came to my room, had a full smile.

When I first met the slave trader, I remember feeling a little scared with a clean face and sharp eyes disproportionate.

But the way he was smiling was that of a 12-year-old boy.

For me, when I have become afraid of adult men, my husband, who is no stranger to my son, rests his heart.

"Of course it's true. Rave......"

"Mm...... chu ♡"

I kissed your husband for leaning over here and stretching his neck.

My tongue moves for me, so I respond to it with my tongue.

"Chu... chu... mpu"

"Chippu... Chippu... Puppu"

Releasing her lips, her saliva threaded and drooled down.

When it comes to just one problem, your husband's lust is very strong.

I never thought I'd be held by such a newborn boy.

"... how was Rave today? Don't you have any hard feelings?

It's been about five days since I came to this mansion.

Your husband asks me how this is going every time he sees me. I was very pleased with the care.

Hard feelings, nothing compared to when I was in the slave trade. My husband saved me by buying it.

"It's okay. Thank you, master."

For a warm meal, clean clothes. I can even take a bath every day, and I even get a room in such a big mansion.

I hardly think there's a privileged slave like me.

If you make a mistake, I'm in the army...

"Hmm? What's up? Such a sad face..."

"I'm sorry...... Well, I remember the old days..."

I shouldn't, I made your husband worry. It makes me feel as if I'm unhappy with my life right now.

As I rushed to open my mouth, I got my index finger on that lip.

"That's okay. Don't tell me. Now take your time healing my heart."

"... Huh"

Your husband feels as inclusive as an adult man when this happens.

I was sweet to the word and decided to shut my mouth.

"Yeah, good girl"

I guess I'm trying to comfort this one, your husband's arm stretched out and hugged me.

Your husband, who is still growing, is less tall than me.

It makes me feel more like a parent-child fling than a man and woman hugging each other when I'm doing this.

Parents and children. Those are the words that make me depressed.

I am faking my identity to your husband. I'm lying about my unmarried daughter.

When I lived in the village, I was married, and I said I was having children.

I'm really sorry for your husband for taking care of me, and it's painful.

I've thought many times about confessing everything, but I couldn't do it.

If your husband finds out that I was married, and it was even having children, furious, and returns me to being a slave trader... just think of it and I won't be able to talk about anything.

If I'd listened to the girls at the mansion or seen how your husband has been these past few days, I don't think he'd be the one to do that.

But if, really if, they hate me... I just think about that dark future and my legs get dull and my breath gets painful.

I was so scared that your husband would hate me.

"... your husband... don't throw me away... please... don't throw me away..."

"Yeah. Okay, Rave"

I said the same thing again. When I get thin, I can't help but check.

Your husband replies to me without ever being angry at me for saying the same thing again and again. How much I would have been saved by that.

"I, with your husband... am happy... so..."

Happy.

Will it be fulfilled?

I was able to patronize my kind husband.... but Eve.

My dear, truly dear daughter, what is Eve doing now?

I'm pretty sure you've been enslaved just like me.

Maybe he's crying when he takes me to the harsh environment where I was about to be sent in. A strange man may be forcing me to commit and cry.

Just thinking about it doesn't make me happy from the bottom of my heart. I must not be the only one happy.

Yet I tell your husband that I am happy.

Your husband has to like you in order to protect you. I don't want to go back to being a slave trader anymore. That's how I sell my festivities.

"... yeah. Okay, I'm fine. Don't worry."

Your husband seems to see through that the word happy is not out of his heart.

So I guess what you're not asking me why is that I'm waiting for one day to be brave enough to talk.

I think he's a very grown boy, even though he says he's the same age as Eve at his age.

Your husbands' race has a shorter life span than ours. Maybe that's why the mind grows faster too.

"Ravé, shall we sit down for a moment?"

I was led to a nearby couch and sat down.

Your husband sits next to you at a distance where your thighs stick together perfectly.

"... chu"

"Nh, chu ♡"

Your husband likes to kiss. I'm going to match my lips with something.

My husband, who fought to protect the village and was murdered by military men in the Kingdom of Levios, was pale in his sexuality, so I'm a little confused by your husband's lust.

There is no way I can forget about my husband. But it's also true that in just a few days my presence as your husband is growing in my mind.

"... rave"

"Kind, please?

And your husband likes boobs anyway.

Your husband, who called my name in a slightly lit tone, nods his face straight to my chest.

"Ha... rave..."

Ho, and the husband with the sweet voice, he's a little cute.

This is how sweet it gets to be alone with me in this room, even though I feel reliable and piercing in front of servants, escorts, and the girls protecting me in the mansion.

I think this kind of place is only slightly similar to Eve's.

That kid was a solid outside the house, too, but when I got home, he was a perfect sweetheart for me and my husband.

As I stroke your husband in this way, sometimes the years are near and I don't care how I remember Eve.

"Oh, big enough..."

The cloth on your husband's pants buried in my chest was swelling pimply.

Your husband really has amazing lust. I've layered my skin many times in the last three days, so I know exactly what it is.

I was sold as a sex slave so I don't know what would happen if I didn't play that role. Having so decided, I was held by half your husband to attack me.

Remembering the day I was tainted by the Royal Army and suppressing the feeling I was going to vomit, I stuffed your husband.

At first, if I get excited anyway, I'm sure I'll be screwed, I was ready for that.

But your husband overlapped the gentle words and came to the act to care for this one.

I'm glad a little boy cares about this one more than I do, and my fear of sexual activity is only a little soothing.

After all, I don't remember how many times I took a child that day.

The way your husband held you was so... that, eh, it was something I had never experienced before.

I feel scared and I feel good all messed up, and I don't even remember what I did anymore in my last days.

From the day after that, your husband came to my room at night and did the act of making children.

The relief of being able to be my favorite and my self-loathing for inviting a young boy of this age was terrible.

But this is my way of life in the future.

There's nowhere for me to go with the village gone, and where I fled from here, my surroundings are the Kingdom of Levios.

Then I want to live in peace under your kind husband.

"You don't have a choice... because Rave is so cute"

"... ah ♡"

The fingertips that have entered my underwear irritate my weak areas.

I accidentally got a voice.

I will be making children again today.

Child making is important to the aristocracy, and it seems that women who have children are treated very importantly. Master Tesh said that even being a slave would not change that.

If I had a baby......

Will I be able to be brave? Can you tell your husband about Eve?

I shoved my trembling fingertips onto the couch and I hid the upset from your husband.

She may be a bad mother who uses a baby she can have with her husband.

It would also be an act of betrayal of your husband's trust.

I can't tell you now.

I can't tell you because I'm afraid.

Use your kind husband to find Eve and save her......

I even feel nauseous about that filthy idea, but I have no choice but to feel sorry for your husband anymore.

Eve...... My pretty daughter.

If you wish, I want you to be bought by a kind person like your husband.

I prayed to the Spirit, only in my heart.