The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

The aristocracy at the end of the year is busy.

New Year's Eve is an event, so at the end of the year, I'm really in a hurry to prepare for it.

Typically, a few days after the beginning of the year, the knights in the realm gather in Newnelly City with each other.

I come to greet my lord for the New Year.

Of course, there's no such thing as a knight coming alone. There are many accompanying members of the family alone, such as the knight's companions and children, the attendants attached to them and the luggage carriers.

As all knights serving the Qualdenze family ascend the castle, the result is a considerable number.

Besides, this New Year's greeting, naturally, is not like ending with a word of openness.

The knights will be staying at Newnelly Castle or Newnelly City for about half a month, but the Qualdenze family will see to this.

That's why the civilians packing at Newnelly Castle spent their days arranging inns, preparing feasts, scheduling visits for knights, arranging souvenirs to give to them when they returned.

I'm not that busy, but I'm a little heavy.

Because one of the New Year's events is a show of art.

This is customary for the Son of the Lord to do, and me and Fannie are allowed to do one shot in front of my family and knights.

Somehow, it's a noli like a New Year's Eve party.

Well, when I say one-shot art, I don't do "chongmage" with my dick on Fannie's head.

It's like a presentation that shows practice results like dancing, instruments, songs, etc. Honestly, it's not a very fun event.

If you're going to do it anyway, I'd like to show off the pleasant art of arranging maids on stage and vaginally ejaculating them in order.

With that in the corner of my head, I keep practicing art.

"... let's shake the great river, like a leaf of trees..."

Play the line like you sing, wave the dagger in your hand and dance.

The more I go in the second half, the more disturbed my breathing gets, but I squeeze my temper and raise my voice that it's another breath.

"... I am the snake of Qualdenze..."

And squeeze your face tight with the intention of turning your gaze to the audience.

He shook down a dagger raised high in a vertical straight line and spewed out a final decision dialogue.

"Brilliant."

That's what the man as a guide says, he bows his head.

"It's been a long time since I've shown people. Aren't you blunt?

"The overall movement is refined. Looks like they kept practicing."

This year's one-shot art is theatre. There's only one actor, me.

He only cuts and plays one scene of a long story while doing many roles alone. It will be about ten minutes of show.

While I was breathing, I heard general comments and improvements from the guide.

As a guide, he is a troupe member who is actually active in a theater in Newnelly.

If we are going to do it anyway, we are taking full advantage of the nobility's power to invite the professionals as mentors.

They are very keen to do the audition because the salary is given to them depending on the number of times they come here.

The theatre in the city has its size there, but it's not big enough to be considered a grand theatre. I guess my life is also painful with my regular salary alone.

This time, I play part of the play "Red Ghost and Princess Gori" for the masses based on the old story of my grandfather and grandmother.

It is classic to play a play that is passed down as a classic if you are a noble child, but I anomalously chose this one.

Uke wouldn't be bad because there can't be a knight in Qualdenze territory who doesn't know about his grandmother.

Speaking of uke goodness, Fannie's one-shot art is dance. The movement is cute so the uke from the men is definitely good.

Sometimes I can see him practicing in the garden, but I can't wait to see how he moves his hips. This one makes me want to wave my hips by accident.

After a while of practice for fine-tuning, I lowered the man as a guide.

And make sure you swap with it, and Tesh comes closer.

"Boy, what are your plans for the afternoon..."

Tesh says as he wipes my forehead with a handkerchief.

It's been a long time since I've practiced so much that sweat seeps through this cold.

"Going to a separate residence"

Minute, who is suspected of being pregnant, says he currently lives in a separate residence.

She is a Newnelly citizen so it seems fine to go home separately, but for safety's sake, she is forced to live in a separate residence half forcefully.

Probably will be satisfied as my concubine as it is.

I couldn't go to another mansion yesterday because I was up late at night, but I wanted to go see how things were going early because they made me pregnant with my seed.

"Yes, sir."

Tesh nodded quickly when he insisted that I wanted to go see how Minute was doing.

Another servant, who was waiting nearby, leaves the room in a gentle grace. I guess I went to make a first touch.

When I opened the window, it felt good to stroke my body, which was lit by winter cold air in exercise.

The apartment, which was not a yari room for my late uncle Gardakle, had the same atmosphere as usual.

The Knights will not be staying at this Yari residence, so there is no preparation for the start of the year.

Unlike the castle, which has an atmosphere of restlessness somewhat, the separate residence is surrounded by calm air.

"Boy. Here it is."

"Ah."

It's not Tesh who leads me, it's the maid length for some reason.

After we talked about going to another mansion, the maid chief came if he thought it was strange not to take long to prepare.

I will escort you today, and I couldn't even ask why because it was a tone that didn't say yes or no.

"I'm coming in."

Knocking on the door a few times, the maid head walks into the room.

As I crept through the door after that, there stood a Minute and Eve, and a middle-aged woman who seemed to be a healer.

The carpet laid on the floor has about three stepfather babies rolling around that Rupetta has picked up. You seem to be sleeping well.

There aren't enough five of them, but I'm guessing they're also in a separate room because they're due at the beginning of the year to be handed over as adopted children.

"Welcome back, young lady"

When he identified me, Minute thanked me like I was flowing.

Is it because it is before the made-up chief, for which there was no sweet grass against this one, but only the form of the subordinate?

"Ah... Welcome back, Master..."

And Eve greets him in a way that makes him late for the Minute.

Eve knows exactly how to shake that emotion because of her big eyes.

It's a blatant telling that you're not even a millimeter happy about my return.

A glimpse of Eve's chest caught his gaze at the swelling that grew well for his age.

It kind of looks bigger again. Good thing.

I don't dress up after watching too much Eve milk, so I look at the Minute and get one step closer.

"Minute"

"Yes."

I spoke gently, but what was returned was a reply as a servant.

I exhale and look at the maid length.

"... Minute. You don't have to worry about me. You've been looking forward to your return, haven't you, Bo?

"Yeah, but"

Minute is a serious type for the job, so I guess I can draw attention to keeping my boss in front of me.

I don't even think I'm the type of guy who's so nervous that he doesn't care if he tells me not to.

I can't help interacting with you here, so I'll move on and get closer to the Minute.

"Minute, you're home."

"Ah..."

He slowly embraced the minute, which was upright with his hands on top of his crotch, wrapped around each arm.

Her flesh and body odor, which I haven't tasted in a long time, sweetly irritates my brain marrow.

My girl.

It was such a sweet feeling that I had to be aware of it.

"N… ♡"

Tong, and I feel a melting minute exhale.

I put my hand on her shoulder as I held my body, lowering it slightly, moving from arms to elbows and from there to hips.

"Can I touch that?

Show Minute the other palm, which has become empty, and ask.

Of course it is not your stomach, it is your stomach.

She may have my child in her stomach.

"Yes, sir"

The voice was shaking a little, but I pretended not to notice and touched my belly from the top of my clothes.

It was a normal old girl's stomach, not pompous or cracked in six with her abs.

But I'm pouring a lot of semen into it over and over again. If you say you've got a child, there's only one verse you can think of.

I've been repeated vaginal ejaculation with the intention of getting pregnant every time, but at this age I didn't think very deeply about being a dad.

"It's your father..."

I try to speak up softly toward the beings who might be there.

I wanted to try this kind of at-home behavior once and for all because it was a life unrelated to marriage and childbirth in my previous life.

I felt just a little embarrassed, but now I could fulfill the carelessness of my previous life.

But Minute shook her body up against my behavior.

"Dear Young, …"

A large tear was beginning to spill out of her eyes calling me.

As she leans down to hide her face from this one, those tears fall on her chest and dye her white clothes dark.

"Mm... duh, what's up?

"Young lady..."

That's what I said, Minute hugged me to lean on.

What bold behavior when it comes to having a maid chief in front of you.

"Gusu... young lady... like... like..."

Minute clung to me by calling out to me, like, like, like.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm purely happy with that behavior, but I don't understand why I've suddenly been so impressed.

Is the spirit unstable due to maternity blue?

I glanced at the maid chief properly, but he just looked like he was in trouble.

Eve says, with her hands on her cheeks, staring at Minute.

"All right, Minute. What's the matter with you?

I waited for her words as I stroked my trembling back.

"I'm glad... the young man, uhh..."

Minute's words speaking whimpering were hard to hear, but what I wanted to say was easy.

She was very happy that I didn't suspect anything about her about the pregnancy.

Minute said she had been interviewed by servants, like the rest of the day, since she suspected her pregnancy.

They always asked me if I was really a young lady or if I wasn't a kid who could have played with a guy in the city.

Because of the lack of such facts, Minute replied, "There is no infidelity," but she enjoyed being asked uncomfortable questions every time.

I'm not defending a servant, but Minute's pregnancy has a scary part when viewed aristocratically.

If this is really getting pregnant with my child, there's nothing wrong with it. It's just a happy ending.

But what happens if this is a child made of cheating on a civilian man?

In principle, a child born between a slave ancestor and a slave ancestor can only be a slave ancestor. I mean, cheating is instant findout.

Essentially aristocratic men are delicate in sex. A quote delighted with the first pregnancy, shock would be immeasurable if it later turned out to be another man's species.

If Minute was having an affair, a sexually active young man could be impotent...... It is not impossible for fathers and servants to think so.

I don't know what to say about the servants being desperate to hear, but when it comes to having no choice, I can't help it. Though it would have been hard for Minute.

"Young... Young..."

Minit said he thought this would make him unbearable if he even suspected me of it.

He didn't know that, and was very happy that I blurted out, "You're my father."

I didn't even think about cheating or any other fine dust, and that swallowing way of saying I trusted Minute really struck me.

Well, actually, I didn't even think she was gonna cheat.

"Well... that was hard..."

"That's okay... the young man, what the young man believed... that's all..."

There was quite a bit of force in Minute's arms holding him here.

Her enthusiasm for letting go, letting go, etc, is immediately conveyed.

I was purely happy to be thought of so far, just loving.

And when I think that my child is sprouting in this loving body, my loving thoughts creep up insanely.

"You're not supposed to doubt that, are you?

"Young lady..."

The enthusiasm even drew out words I had never been ashamed to say to anyone.

"Minute.... I love you."

"Huh!"

There are several expressions of favor in Ero.

I feel like I've whispered to various women before the words of meaning that would make me "like" if translated into Japanese, but the words that fall under "I love you" were somewhat embarrassing to say.

What a strange story to say that I've been cuddling around, but only one word is embarrassing.

"... wah, me! Oh, I love you...... have a young man......! Ah... ♡"

He drips his neck and the miniature becomes creepy.

Her body was like melted cheese.

"A little embarrassed..."

I pressed my nose against Minute's hair and I hid my face.

The maid chief, Tesh, and finally Eve were all thrilled to say they were here.

If she doesn't have any suspicions of being pregnant, it's the momentum that could start mating on the spot.

Me and Minute stood silent for a while as we hugged each other.

We felt each other's heartbeats and the loving presence there.

"Boy."

How much we would have held each other, so much so that when I opened my eyes the room felt a little dazzled.

"Because I will be handicapped any more. Please..."

Soon the maid chief standing beside me looks at this one with an anxious face.

"Oh, I know"

I don't know why the maid chief came all the way along, it was to interrupt me and Minute's Rabu Time.

You didn't think a half-breed servant could stop me from acting, it's a made-to-measure appearance for that.

Because science is underdeveloped, the Elo continent also has many unfamiliar customs and superstitions.

I guess it also has something to do with the area where earthworms are thought to be snake companions.

There are also many such superstitions in pregnancy relationships, and it is now widely believed that what the maid director has said.

It's baby jealousy.

I don't know what it is, but when a pregnant woman gets along with her husband, the fetus comes out jealous.

Coming out means I'm going to have an abortion, briefly.

Get along...... I mean, you shouldn't kiss or hug your husband or act sexually during pregnancy.

She comes out jealous of the baby in her stomach saying, "Don't just get along with my dad, Mom," when she's getting along with her husband too well.

It's a superstition that makes the baby seem like a kind of monster, but it's widely believed in the Elo continent.

I've also been verbally cautioned not to rub a minit's milk against Oddy, who thinks he's a titty-loving man about me.

Minute, who regained his calm in the words of the maid chief, was moving away from me, holding his stomach and speaking to his own.

"I'm fine. I'm fine..."

This is trying to calm your jealousy by wearing a baby in your stomach.

If I forcibly insist that such superstition is a mistake, the maid length will also pull back, but there's no reason to dare.

Besides, Minute believes in that superstition too, so pushing this idea would just stress me out.

"Maid chief, you stopped me well"

In response to my words, the maid chief just nodded small.

"Is there a problem if you just keep coming to see what's going on?

"Yes, if that's about it. Minute will be relieved if he sees you too."

You may consider that permission has been obtained for the visit.

I'm going to stick around and touch you when you're poorly lusted, so let's try to pull out a few shots from now on and then come.

"I'll keep coming to see how things go, but I don't think I can do it every day. If you want to meet my parents, say so. Make arrangements."

"Thank you"

Minute uttered a word of gratitude, but apparently she was seeing her parents for a little while at the made-up arrangement.

I was more than happy with the statement that I would continue to come and see you.

Minute is really adorable when she's got a full crush on me. Eve also wants a little apprenticeship.

"... Speaking of which, why is Eve here?

Turning to the topic, Eve shuddered small and held her arm.

"Since the Pioneering Order is closed... the..."

Eve goes to the Pioneering Order to practice her copies, but if that's where she's off to, I guess there's nowhere to go.

"Eve takes care of the baby."

Minute makes a supplement to help Eve follow and talk.

Apparently Eve soon gets along with Minute, who has become a new resident of a separate mansion, knitting together and taking care of the baby on the day off.

... I've been thinking about it for a long time, Eve feels highly capable of communicating. I'm getting along with someone when I realize it.

Mimon and I were close, and Minute are getting along. This is a situation where my women are being attacked by Eve.

Even though you don't get along with me at all at heart.

If this happens, do we have to get along in bed this evening?

"Your husband..."

"What?

When I turn my gaze, Eve becomes a face like "Hino".

"Um, my uncle in ceramics said he wanted to show your husband something..."

"Ceramics?... Oh, production department? I wonder what it is."

Starting with silk and soap, the Production Department of the Pioneering Order makes a wide variety of things, including guns, books, and Abacus.

Some craftsmen make ceramics and porcelain.

What I want to show you is that what is the only project that has been successful or progressing?

However, the Pioneering Order has a number of parallel projects, so I can't predict which ones I'm talking about.

They said, "You can tell by the white plate."

"Oh, that one"

The Elo continent had an excellent ceramic culture.

It is a past form.

The holy city of Maguaoze used to have so much baked goods that it was said to be the capital of ceramics.

Each of the Zeth Holy High Priests had a workshop and ceramics on their own territory, producing a number of distinctive ceramics to cover demand throughout the continent.

But they were also lost by the war that broke out 200 years ago.

They have the idea of being rebirthful in St. Navenpos today, and there is a flourishing movement to reclaim the once glorious Sacred Capital.

Among its movements was also the revival of the ceramic culture.

But there's no way that once lost technology can be recovered overnight.

Although there are only a few ceramics produced in the Sacred Capital today, the quality is not comparable to the full season.

Even I'm not very familiar with baked goods, enough to easily witness dishes before and after the war.

Just as pure white silk is honored, pure white porcelain is also honored, and there is demand for nobility and affluence.

But that demand is not being met in the current El O continent.

The soil and stone regions that became ceramic materials were said to have been severely damaged by the mature warcraft that emerged as a result of the war.

Even though the technology has been interrupted, it is tread or kick if it has even been reduced to the material.

That's why what is currently out in the world, called "pure white porcelain," most of which was made before the war. Rare value is very high due to the limited number.

At the beginning of my pioneering Order, I bought a few ceramics from slave traders to make the plates and cups of my choice.

At that time, one of the challenges given to the potters was to make white porcelain.

They were able to make white porcelain from cow bones in the previous life on Earth, so it was an idea to the extent that something similar could be made on the Elo continent.

Would that be about five or six years ago? If the results had been achieved, you would have been right not to spare any development research money.

I just want to go check it out soon.

If something good could have been done, I can fully appeal in the King's Capital of Spring as a new specialty of Qualdenze.

Was the memory stimulated by talking about the Pioneering Order, when Minute put his hands together properly and opened his mouth?

"Speaking of which, we also received the new underwear that the young man had ordered. It's for me and Eve."

I had asked the dress chamber to create a brassiere.

I ordered a set of costumes to be used in spring socializing, but they seem to have finished well in advance.

Why did you bother letting me make something like that, I wanted to hold a woman with a pair of underwear on her top and bottom exactly. It's just my obsession.

"I haven't taken care of it and worn it..."

He seems to feel cramped, and he hasn't worn a minute yet.

She stopped by her real mother and maid director to see what she would do if her breast milk went bad.

That's why the tester of the prototype became Eve alone.

Transfer your gaze to Eve's chest.

It may be the underwear effect that made my chest feel somehow bigger.