The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

In a nutshell a nightclub venue, that room is not one. Because in addition to kingdom aristocracy, there is no room in the royal castle large enough for all the aristocrats who have come to visit as guests to eat and dance.

As a result, the entire section with its large hall in the castle will become a venue and the doors will be opened.

and the Levios clerk who was in charge of the reception in the hallway leading to the venue compartment explained.

"Young lady, we will be waiting in that holding room over there."

I guess I was waiting for that explanation to end, pointing to the end of the hallway where a civilian with me said "over there" and changed the angle 90 degrees from the direction of travel.

At the end of that finger was a room that looked like it had enlarged the waiting room on the Shinkansen. No, it's not even separated by doors or walls. It's an open place, so is it closer to the image to say waiting booth or lobby?

"Okay. Keep it down."

"Ha."

Night clubs can't bring knights or escorts in at all times because they become reclining gatherings. Only personnel who take care of the meals and other minimal surroundings are allowed as an offering, up to one servant.

There were already a number of squire-like people wandering around the waiting booth in other houses. I guess knights, escorts, civilians and servants who couldn't get into the venue are waiting for the Lord to return in that zone.

The person entering the venue without my knowledge seemed elected, leaving one maid and the others back down.

"Looking around the venue"

"Yes, sir."

The maid moved back diagonally of me in a natural motion.

There will be no one to lead the way from here.

Ever since I left Newnelly City, there have always been escorts or martial officers to keep me safe and lead me to my destination. It's been kind of a long time since I've made up my mind to go in the right direction. I was so anxious for a moment that I had not forgotten how to walk.

As a first step, I entered the main hall.

"Ooh..."

And when I saw the sight of that room, I accidentally leaked my admiration.

There were no walls in this great hall, and one side continued straight into the out-of-castle garden. A few marble columns line the border with the building, but that's not enough to block the view outside.

There are no steps at the indoor and outdoor boundaries, and I don't feel like everything, including the garden, is a venue and cramped. It is a room of structure that makes good use of visual effects.

The gardens, coloured by dark sunsets from the indoors, are truly beautiful.

You were right to enter early. Thanks to the fact that few people have come yet, we can enjoy this sight without being disturbed by anyone.

If you look in the corner of the room, the group carrying the instrument is making a kick. That bunch of people who seem sorry to shrink and adjust their sounds would be the musical band the Levios have.

Their blunt horizontal whistles and strings that are very similar in shape to Biwa are also commonly seen in Qualdenze. In other words, it is a traditional instrument that continues from the time of the priesthood. They don't have music specific to this region.

The music culture of the Elo continent does not seem to have developed since the time of the priesthood. It might have been interesting if we had been able to recreate Earth's instruments and let the musical groups held by the Qualdenze family play. Unfortunately, I'm not familiar with it at all, so there's nothing I can do about it now.

As I wandered around the place thinking about that, the number of aristocrats around me grew.

My eyes turn to nature, princesses and wives. Especially the female aristocrats who plan to dance should be checked.

Night clubs are an easy time to talk to nobles who haven't officially exchanged greetings...... but since the maid who's holding back behind me from earlier is giving out an aura, "Don't talk to the less interactive nobles until the night club starts," I decided to kill time by having a conversation with the Qualdenze nobles for now.

"Will."

When I was cheering, I heard a voice from behind. Looking back, there was Plume holding one hand small in front of his chest.

She seems to be already in nightclub mode and is not going to call her "Lord Wilk".

"Oh. Of the Count Silopea family...... Ugh, am I sorry to bother you?

Madam, who was just in conversation with me, left with a gentle goodbye greeting when she saw Plume if she cared. There's something unfortunate about a wife leaving with a sketchy dress that can be seen all the way to the valley of her chest, but she can't even watch to be attracted to her back hair.

"Are you dancing here today?

With more distance than usual, Plume had stopped. Me and her usually have a conversation closer together.

"They have several other dance halls available. Before we started, I looked down with Pull and thought Zhou Rong..."

There is only one answer to what Plume wants.

I stared into her eyes and then deliberately shifted my gaze to the dress.

The dress for Plume's nightclub is designed like an upside down Asagao flower. Finished in smooth flowing lines from chest to hips, the skirt is shaped to flutter sideways from around the thighs. The upper body was white and the skirt was stained with blue purple, making it an extra petal reminiscent dress.

He weaves white fingerless gloves on his arms, and elegant capes about half as long as his arms hide.

Noticed the movement of my gaze, she took off the cape and handed it to your maid, picking up her skirt just a little bit and showing it with her little neck over it. There is a natural grin on that look.

There's no word for it, but, "Does it look good on you?" Everyone will know as much as they are asked.

"You look great."

"hehe, thanks"

It is perfectly natural that you would like to comment because you made a reprimand.

Plus, I don't have a chance to miss her body because it's a chance to be seen as much as I like, like, dignified, serious, licking it from the front.

"It's so beautiful.... Really, I think Pull is cleaner. I'm glad we can dance together, but I think we can light it up a little."

"Pretty" as an honest feeling, but I decided that I would be happier to describe it as "beautiful".

"What.... so, but Will looks good too, huh? Cool, yeah."

She is a cute daughter because praising her straight will illuminate her habit of showing off her dress with praise and praise.

Eh, eh, and watching her put one hand on her cheek makes me want to stick around and be funny and praised more.

"Really? Good for you. I was anxious to see if I was dressed to match my current pull."

"Hey? You're making fun of me, right?

"Just a little. But it's true that the dress looks great and the pull is prettier. I want you to show me more."

"Nearly."

I put my thoughts on the young meat underneath as I was only in shape to evaluate the dress.

Female aristocratic dance costumes have a lot of skin exposure. There's a reason for this, but from me it's just a habit to say it's the best.

Plume's costume this evening also has a wide skin area and, unlike her usual dress, her chest is wide open. Fine complexion opens up without any decoration from the neck to a little above the chest, which is really good.

Girls of this age 'characteristic, annoying skin dazzled my eyes.

I'm sure this would also have to do with the hairstyle.

When it is a woman with long hair, the guard by the hair works, thus creating the effect that it is difficult to see the skin for the degree of exposure. The bewildering Madame, who had just had a conversation, had her long hair hiding a more nuanced flesh, from which she brewed a mysterious erotic.

Plume's hair, on the other hand, is very neat around her neck and has good prospects because of the length of the hair tip that hits her shoulders. It is a good performer that fully pushes out the freshness of the skin, leaving a strong impression of being healthy and lively.

"Say something good. You're saying the same thing to everyone else, aren't you?

"I'm gonna say something similar, but I'm not gonna say the same thing"

If you are an aristocratic man, it is a wild life if you are not praised with quite a few words for the woman you have dressed. So it's half my duty, like courtesy, to compliment the princesses and wives of other houses.

"If a girl you've known for a long time grows up to be such a nice woman, you'll accidentally come out with one or two of the real ones. I guess Pull is special."

It is a line with floating teeth.

I'm usually resistant to saying this unless it's also on the bed, but my desire to see Plume lit up was stronger, and even words came out.

"... already"

Dress browsing time is over, and she took her hand off her skirt, as she claims to do.

But I'm not going to end the words there. There are many other places to praise.

Basically, Plume is a hard-working man. I've probably been thinking hard about accessories and such to wear at night clubs myself while consulting with the sides. I mean, touching coordination should be a high point.

Praising beauty, that could be something close to entertainment for a man. It's purely fun to say what you feel in your heart and make them happy or lit up.

I really wanted to go out on a date with her around the nightclub venue, but I got obsessed with the story, and if I realized it, it would even make it harder for more people on the floor to get around.

By the time I managed to secure a drink, the human greetings of the Levios family had begun.

"... I am very pleased that Levios, Mirendorva, was able to return to the same relationship as before..."

However, unlike this morning's social-hosting speech, few people were listening seriously this time. Is it about half? Most humans dabble with their partners and close aristocrats, although they do occasionally care about those on the stage.

There will be a nightclub atmosphere, and the story was just the same as what I heard in the morning, so maybe I can't help it.

For once, the title of this grand social event is also the celebration of the end of the civil conflict in the Kingdom, in addition to the disturbances in the homes of the Levios and Mirendorva families. I guess you want to touch on the fold and emphasize the point that the Kingdom has gained more stability.

"... this time there are many aristocrats who have participated from outside the kingdom, the most since the founding of the country..."

The tiny chatter voices emitted by a large number of humans combined to noise and sound indoors, but since the only person using loud magic was the person standing on the stage, there was also no inability to hear them.

"Will, can I get you a drink?

Plume standing next to me cares about my goblet. I still had about half of it left inside because I have saved the amount to drink.

"It's okay, 'cause I'm still in there"

"Really? We're going to toast, right?

You can't drink it all - and your sister's statement was adorable.

She waits for the speech by the Levios family to end as she looks up on the stage, without her mouth to the goblet. Are you serious?

In doing so, the greeting man is replaced, and King Levios takes the stage.

Exactly at this time it seemed like everyone was paying attention on the stage and listening to the speech in silence. Everyone set up a goblet and wait for the head of the toast.

"On our glorious tomorrow, cheers!

The signal turned the atmosphere into something lively at once.

"Will, cheers"

"Cheers, Pull"

Me and Plume pose as small toasters and then drink up drinks.

Wow, the booming venue finally makes the volume of noise bigger and the voice harder to reach. It looks like she's saying something to me, but her surroundings are loud and I can barely hear her.

I guess she also sensed that her voice hadn't arrived, she whispered in her ear as she pressed her body so closely as to almost snuggle at me.

"Our glorious tomorrow... because"

That's a word that bothered me, too.

"Cheers to the Kingdom of Levios, is that just hard? Especially now."

"Right."

It doesn't matter to me right now, and all that mattered was her exhalation in the ear and showing this friendliness to the guys around her. It's good to be able to show off the woman you're taking with you in grandeur.

The surrounding nobles move one by one into another hall. We're going to enjoy meals, chat and dance very rarely.

"Time to go"

"Because of this, why don't you look around all the venues and then dance?

The venue compartment is large and its use varies greatly from room to room. I wanted to take a tour of everything first, too, so there's no reason to say no.

I held my hand subtly and walked around the venue compartment with her.

There are rooms with large desks ready for a chat, lounge spaces lined with small table sets, halls for admiring music rather than dancing, and multiple places to enjoy meals, everything from sitting and ordering like a restaurant to a buffet style in the form of a buffet.

The Levios really have money, don't they? Besides, I pour a lot of money all the time here when I use it without a kettle. The economic development of the Wang capital Levios can also be taken for granted.

By the time I walked into the hall with the dance hall, my final destination, it had been quite a while. Music is played and several nobles dance thoughtfully.

The hall is lined with a large rectangular dance floor and a number of sofas and mini-tables to surround it.

I thought maybe we could come in and dance early. Me and Plume decided to sit down somewhere and see how things were going. I want to see in advance how other nobles dance.

When I found the right couch that was empty, I realized I hadn't performed one important ritual.

"You're not going to sit down?

Proume, standing next to me when she stopped moving perfectly, pointed her face at me and showed me how to pinch her neck. When a beautiful girl like her makes these moves, she even feels dignity through bruises.

I approached her one step closer to give her one hand and turned my hand around its waist.

"Hmm? What?"

Her hips are tightened up tightly with a corset of designs that also resemble the staggered areas of leather shoelaces. I enjoyed the line of her body, which rose from being squeezed, from the top of a hardened fabric with my fingertips.

Thin hips. It's the hips that make me want to hold down disappointingly and make cutlery out of my back.

"What's wrong, Will? Let's sit down."

Plume's eyes do not have a particularly alarming color. "What's going on all of a sudden?" And that's all I seem to feel.

Sometimes you trust me, but I still don't think you recognize me as completely heterosexual. It is a strange story to be flat on the intimacy of your body, even though this embarrassing line is mundane.

"Today's invitation, I thought I hadn't done it yet."

Oh, that, or Prume snorts, as he was convinced.

"Yes, sir. Nice to meet you today."

It is a very mild reply.

I put a little effort into my right arm, which I was turning on my hips, and I pulled her body. Make sure that the distance between the two has become very small, then give your left hand around the front of her belly.

"Princess Reiki Plume, may I take your hand tonight?

That's how I whispered in my ear with a graceful prince. It's not a greeting, it's an invitation to dance complaint that goes to the princess of another house.

"... of course, Lord Wilk. I'm very pleased. Please, be gentle."

Plume also shows the princess's specs to match this one.

Her right hand was placed a little over my palm with relaxed and graceful words.

Its fingertips are fully exposed but covered with silk fingerless gloves from the back of the hand to the wrist and elbow. It looked a lot like that of a wedding dress in shades.

This glove is made on the assumption that it will be removed. It's easy to remove the strings tied together in the correct order.

"I'll take care of it"

Rather than nobility…, the most dangerous being for the progenitor is the progenitor of the same species.

The Lord ancestors are very wary of approaching the unfamiliar Lord ancestors because they do not know when the man in front of them will unleash intense attack magic.

The psyche also appears colorful in manners, and there is no first occasion when handshaking is required as a courtesy in public aristocratic exchanges. I don't want to be forced into contact, I don't think such deep psychology produced a culture of handshaking.

The same goes for the exchange earlier.

Neither I nor my father have shaken hands with anyone in the Atelahan, Mirendorva or Zeldomitra families. It was a meeting that kept the distance between desks.

Psychological hurdles exist for the proximity of the progenitor to the progenitor, to the extent of the difference.

I grabbed her fingertips lightly on the palm of my left hand, and I used my right hand, which I was turning on my hips, to loosen the string of gloves. Then the restraint of the entire glove will be loosened, eventually allowing it to be split up and down.

When I removed it I folded it a few times and shaped it like a handkerchief.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Wilk"

I just handed it to her with my white right arm exposed, and my work will be over.

How the hell would these human weapons guarantee each other's security at a dance party? One answer is skinship by bare skin.

It is easier to deal with it because the opponent can instantly perceive the loosening of the opponent's magic power through his skin when he tries to activate it. Most importantly, this does not necessarily prevent the attack completely, so there are very few runaway aristocrats who hate contact.

The invitation to dance may be referred to as a ritual of confirmation of security.

A man offers a palm and a woman puts her fingertips on. Because the complexion line is connected here, we can confirm that the target is not attacking each other by magic.

Dance costumes for aristocratic women have a lot of skin exposure. It is also said that although not as certain as true or false, this is an idea for increasing the area where skin and skin touch. To my mind, the ancestors who did not increase the exposure on the male side are great.

By the way, on the male side, if you just give your arms a little twist and make it about a 3/4 sleeve long, you're done.

"How about that?

And get the woman to do the work. My arm was halfway out of my elbow by Plume's hand.

This completes the sequence that begins with the invitation. I checked my carefully lifted arm, and I thanked Plume.

"It's been a long time since Will and I made a serious invitation confirmation."

"Right. Me and Pull need to see that now."

With that conversation, me and her sat down on the couch. It was a good place to see the dancers on stage.

"You were good at untying. You practiced so much."

Naturally. I have all sorts of gloves on my maid and practice removing them. If it was a mainstream shaped glove, I was confident that I could take it off even if I was meditating on my eyes.

"Pfft. Sure."

"It is. Phew..."

Unfortunately, he said, "How many girls are you going to dance with, practicing taking your gloves off so much?" It is not the revelation of Gerathy.

You think Prume lost to me for removing the glove with a refreshment because he brought it a little with his earlier arm wrap.

Her red eyes, staring at me, seemed clear in her quiet fighting spirit. You must use a servant to practice extended arm wraps when you return to the Silopea mansion.

"Dance when this song is over?

"... Wouldn't it be a little while later? It's been a long night."

If you say it on Earth, I'm sure it's only about 5pm.

"Really? I thought Will wanted to dance fast."

While appreciating Plume for drawing on my intentions, I chose to continue the conversation.

The couch seemed to be made of fine quality, something that sinks my body quite a bit when I sit down. And now I'm sitting like a lover holding hands in a movie theater with Plume, but when we're talking, she gets a little diagonal to lean over here.

It can be a friendly appeal to other nobles, and it's like talking to each other's lovers and it's fun. Feeling the unmistakable magic of your opponent through your complexion also creates a feeling of relief.

And this is why I want to prioritize conversation over anything else, but this angle and posture allows Plume's chest cloth to float just a little and her breasts to see chills. I can't even see right to my nipples, but I really can't wait to see one end of the curve as a "boob".

The erection coefficient is much higher and rarer with these chills than with naked rounded tits.

"Hey Will. Look, look."

The word refers to the stage of dance, not the chest.

Guided by Plume's words and looking forward, there was an outrageous object spinning.

"Is that... Viscount Galliana?

"Oh, I knew it? It's amazing."

I know a little about Plume's feelings when she leaked her voice like it was taken away from her.

Viscount Galliana is dancing with Princess Torch, but the movement was very refined.

I can't imagine it coming from a body shape that seems to be good at fat seeding presses after a long time, boiling the hall in really light steps.

It is strange because Princess Torch, who is the Viscount's partner, is by no means beautiful, in places like the bottom of it, but the person dancing with it looks relatively cute.

The gorgeous movement of my middle-aged fat uncle and the weaving dance of relative beauty had a strange charm. The nobles sitting on the couch and touring seem to be paying more or less attention to the Galliana group of dances.

"Princess Torch's costume is bold, too."

This would totally be Viscount Galliana's hobby. I look like a bunny girl when I only look at my upper body. The back is in a very wide open shape and the upper body looks naked if you only look at the back.

By the way, Plume said in my words, "Also?" I only reacted. I don't suppose she's going to wear as bold a costume as Princess Torch, but from me, her skin is exposed enough.

About half an hour, I peeked at Plume's tila milk, watched Galliana pair of steps, explored Plume's nipples for visible angles, checked other noble dance levels, worshipped Plume's milk curves.

As for the dance moves I was a little anxious about, it turned out to work well enough with what I was practicing. I guess the main thing is to dance at a relaxed pace and enjoy the conversation. The Galliana group has been successful in the sense of attracting attention, but they shouldn't be enjoying the conversation.

The song, which is just playing with some certainty, ends and the replacement of the dancers on stage begins.

"Pull. Let's dance"

"Ugh."

I got up off the couch, pulled her hand and moved on to the first stage tonight.

There were a few pairs of aristocrats leaving the stage, but some of them attracted the attention of the venue until earlier.

"Oh, isn't that Lord Wilke?"

He is a Viscount Galliana who dances, sweats and feels slightly damp. The look and this moisture really makes me imagine a toad. Apart from the Lord Ancestor, I don't want to shake hands with him now. That's right.

The Viscount was pulling the hand of Princess Torch, a little disorganized in her costume. The faces are subtle but highly exposed in appearance and disturbed appearance, the characteristic sweaty atmosphere after exercise, long hair sticking to damp skin, they produce exquisite porn.

"Will you be dancing with Lord Plume? I'm so jealous to be with such a beautiful princess."

It is a voice color and attitude that has no disrespect whatsoever for the next generation of the Silopea family. But I wonder why, in my ear, I thought I heard the fantasy of the nasty chirping of a toad called "Gu Higu Higu Higu".

"Viscount Galliana was proficient in dancing, I think Princess Torch's costume is gorgeous and well suited"

I was complimented by my partner, so I'll give this one a gentle compliment back.

"No, you're too old for Non. I thought I'd let you dance now."

They guessed that this one wasn't going to tell us a long story. Viscount Galliana and Princess Torch walked away refreshingly, not commensurate with their appearance, when they said a short greeting to me and Plume.

"... did you dance outside to show the completion of Solemnity throughout the Galliana family?

When I decided to position the dance, Plume uttered such noisy thoughts.

Wouldn't it be a little too moody when it comes to the start of a delightfully shy lovely event where men and women of all ages are going to join hands and hands?

"I think I have that too..."

The way Plume sees it is the ultimate opinion. If you are the owner of a house that has just caused a disturbance, you should actively appeal in such a setting. That fierce dance can be convinced at once if they say it's for that too.

"Is there anything else?

But.

"... a hobby or something"

The filthy old man from the lower bitch will have the flattering young princess of the aristocratic family from which it originates there... I wonder if he wanted to show his surroundings the kind of situations that would make him covet just by asking. I feel like Viscount Galliana has such a great hobby.

"Yeah, you felt used to dancing. Maybe Viscount Galliana's hobby is dancing? Will was close to the Viscount, and I wonder if that's what he was hearing."

She started an interpretation that diverged greatly from my sincerity by herself and convinced me by herself. I will not make any particular corrections.

I guess it's because we were talking about that, me and Plume, somehow followed the Galliana group with our eyes.

The two are headed the other way, not the entrance door to the hall. There were a few Levios people refraining from doing so.

"Ah."

"Ah."

And we realized what it meant almost simultaneously.

In the venue of the night club there exists a compartment that should also be described as an open secret. Apparently it exists.

My father also said that nightclubs seem to be quite exciting, and that few aristocrats become odd tenses because of their unusual feeling? Sexually timid aristocratic men feel good with their wives, aristocratic women, flushed by the atmosphere of the night, and they get excited and sometimes become bins.

In fact, during the night club from the founding of the kingdom to today, he said, "My husband has grown up!" "A young lady can be shown to an engaged princess with a ginger!" Are there countless examples with both hands?

Aristocratic men who are hypersensitive to sex are also varied, with some being quite erect and others having little or no erection. In the latter case, missing a valuable chance of erection can lead to a great loss. What an embarrassment in public, etc. cannot be attached to a smile with a sense of earthlings.

But if we were to return to the mansion under the castle and come to an affair, it would take time, and the hardened nani would shrivel. If it works, it could trigger me to be sexually aggressive, and I want to take advantage of this opportunity at any rate.

So the Levios family took account of the thought and said they now have a bedroom available near the nightclub venue.

I wondered if my surrounding eyes wouldn't bother me a bit, but it's basically about super-sensitive men who use this compartment, and if they have a lot of erections, they just worry about you and can't afford to worry about your surroundings. Besides, because nobility has a sense of the problem of "tomorrow is our self" when it comes to sexual situations, does everyone pretend to look at it and not see it?

"Ah... uh..."

Viscount Galliana dared to leave the hall in a conspicuous move. For this reason, like me and Plume, there seems to have been quite a few people watching the Love Hotel District enter the Love Room compartment, and the unspeakable air can enter the hall.

"Galliana, it's effective to show the complete Solemnity in the whole house outside."

I tried to imitate Plume's line as much as I did earlier, but I don't have a reaction to it. I just blush and get confused.

Galliana Milord went to seed in front of the crowd against Galliana Torch. This is a very intense political performance. Much more impactful than what the dance says.

Only the ex-large merchants are good at attracting people and appealing to something. I dare to use my strengths as a Blessed Child.

And the fact that I seem to enjoy this situation as a consistency of play is amazing. I admire you as a man.

"... Pull?

I was there. I just exchanged greetings. The princess may be held right around the corner, I guess I can't keep up with that reality.

He's bluffing away from me or trying to say something, and he's saying things that end up being words, things that don't make sense with a toad.

I somehow want to make fun of it there, but then it's a response at the elementary boys' level. Girls don't like that stuff. What we need here and now is an adult response.

"We'll enjoy the dance together."

"... Ah, Will... Ugh, yeah. That's right. Yeah."

"Reiki, may I touch your hand?

Yeah, it's nice to meet you.

"Let's have fun."

"Nice to meet you"

Having said a settled greeting seems to have calmed my mind. The grin directed with the tone of the voice had become natural.

Looking around, I noticed a couple of pairs were in it at the same time as us.

They seem to be clustered in positioning and preparation. Apparently that's why the band can't start their next song either. We can't rush your nobles, so they just have to wait.

"I wonder what song will be played next"

Hands around her hips, I say.

Sometimes it is tightened with a corset, but a thin waist that is likely to break easily. I know it's a superman's hip that kicks and doesn't freak out because of a few martial arts officers, but at least it looks like a luxurious princess's hip.

Attract gently. Plume approached me irresistibly, hips and hips snug together perfectly.

It is one of my poses at the start of the dance and one of my favorite shapes. Only the tip of Plume's swollen chest touched my chest. The swelling I was looking at until just now is hitting...... I want to touch it a little harder, that's what I get.

Let's touch your back. I thought so, turning my other hand on her back that wasn't touching her hips. If you turn your hand around your back and pull it closer, your chest will naturally stick.

Not as much as Princess Torch, but Plume's back is quite exposed to skin. Because this can be interpreted as securing a bare skin line, it is perfectly legal, no, natural right for me to touch the soft skin on her back.

"Hih!

The moment his fingers touched the skin around his shoulder blades, Plume had responded sensitively with a high voice and pressed his body to peek.

Puyu, and crushed breasts feel very comfortable.

"Huh!"

Plume gives me a look of shame for pushing my chest against me. But she couldn't have said anything about it.

"Huh!? Let it go, back in, no!

"Oh, speaking of which, was your back weak?

Plume has a weak back. I mean, I have the image that there were quite a few women on Earth with weak backs.

Many women wanted to shrimp and tickle as they crawled their fingers all the way from around their necks to their hips, along their spines. When I was in elementary school, a teasing classmate boy used to play around touching the back of a class girl.

I deliberately tried to hit my palm around my spine and touched her back.

If it works, you can snuggle hard, but you're going to laugh so high that you've been pushed to milk so far in a good way.

Her milk as she grows claims and conveys that young elasticity even over the cloth.

"Is this okay?

Now I try to touch my back using my entire palm, but Pull starts spilling his voice like he's crying and laughing.

"Ah...! Heh, heh... heh, heh, heh, heh... heh, heh, heh... heh! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Plume was so cute begging to stick around, with a few tears in her eyes.

The desire to keep messing around and see the reaction, the desire to taste more breasts that could be pressed around sprang up, but I made a gentleman's face and put my hands off my back and on my shoulders. This one doesn't seem to have any particular problems.

"Sorry. Were you tickled?

Her reaction is very fresh because if she is a fanny she will not react so far unless she tickles her flank.

"Yes, it's okay..."

She seemed ashamed that she had reacted sensitively, not knowing my playfulness.

She looks adorable holding her fingers together, hiding her mouth, and breathing quietly. It seemed so ticklish.

"Pull, I'm so sorry"

"It's okay. Will is not a bad thing."

No, I'm actually the one who's bad. But what made me so bad was the pulled milk I was seeing on the couch earlier. Maybe that's why she's right. I'm not bad.

I just posed with Plume, who regained his composure, and the band started playing the next melody.

Fitted with a relaxed, idyllic melody, me and her breathe together and gently begin to step.

"I wonder if this song is a little different from the Silopea one"

"Right. It's uncomfortable by the way."

Did the years make a regional difference in the score, and when I danced, I occasionally said, "That?" There was a part of it that

It's just that the movement itself is slow, so there's no trouble with that. easily adjustable.

"How was Will's AC meeting today?

"I'm tired enough to want to go home to Newnelly"

"Pfft, I'm the same. Like I want to go home to Pennybach."

Night club dancing is more about friendly chatting than enjoying the dance itself. And is it also the purpose of stirring up the lust of aristocratic men, which, depending on the type of dance, becomes quite intimate?

It didn't make sense at first to reincarnate what was funny about dancing, but it can be quite fun on the less entertaining continent of El O.

At a distance where I could kiss him if I stick my neck out a little, I continued my conversation with Plume about today's exchange.

"Pull was tough, too. Lord Crowne also interacted with the Atelahan family. Come on..."

I dare to come up with the topic of an exchange with the Atelahan family. Because it's a meeting with other houses, nature and Pull keep their faces close to me so I can't hear them anywhere else.

Even though it's loose, my breathing gets a little rough because I'm dancing. I can't wait to feel her breath in my ear.

I carelessly put my hand on Plume's glutes like a natural act when posing slightly more difficult to match the song. I'm just gonna hit it yet.

"Lord Crowne... I'd like to talk to you once, too. The great hero of Athellahan."

"I might be compelled to say something like surprise."

"That might be a little scary"

"Pull will be fine, I'm sure"

"Really?"

I have no reaction to touching my ass.

While I continue my conversation with Plume, I concentrate my entire nerve on my fingertips.

Not yet. Don't just imitate your ass in a hurry.

"True, true. Pull might have missed it."

I put my strength on my fingertips on my butt and made a turn to change the direction I was going. The law of inertia pushes Plume's butt hard against his fingertips.

Really good elasticity. I think I'm going to get some covetousness out of my brain. Great healthy, plump meat addition. If I hit my hips here, a good recoil will likely return.

"I keep saying things in good shape. Don't you think I should be ambushed, too?

"Ha ha, did you find out"

"Here, Will."

... Apparently, Plume doesn't even think I'm enjoying the feel of my ass.

Well, as a dance, it's a natural move, so there's no choice. All right, all right, then let's have more fun.

Turn, puff.

Turn, puff.

Turn, puffy.

Turn, puffy.

Turn, puffy puffy.

Turn, puffy, puffy.

... bliss.

"My butt, it tickles."

Moments later, my heart tightened up and I sweated cold.

Was this... too much?

"Oh, oh, sorry"

"Because you can't have your back, can you?

Meh, I didn't find her attitude particularly disgusting when she smiled a little mischievously. He looks like he was just really tickled.

My heart is making so much noise that I think it's about to burst. It's okay, I'm not blamed for my demented behavior against my ass. Critically safe.

Nevertheless, this reaction with my butt even though it was pretty illuminated with milk...... Maybe I'm not too pinned for my ass to be the object of lust.

Sure, I also had no idea how good my butt and legs were when I was a junior high school student in my previous life. Somehow, I had an image of an old man's hobby. When I found out about the existence of a sexual harassment boss touching OL's ass, I wished I could rub my milk more than that.

Proume may be the same. My body as a woman is growing up, but it doesn't have to be the same to my heart. All the more so because the Silopea family doesn't have any people to tease her about sexual harassment by saying, "Oh, you came out."

I guess I only have the knowledge on the desk that some guys like their asses. I mean, if it's not past degrees, you shouldn't have that much of a problem touching your ass.

Turn, puff. …………………… OK.

"Roushna's aristocracy was just not a glimmer. The Duke of Padra has an amazing request for cooperation on the issue of unruliness..."

There are also aristocratic houses in the Roushna region that have been exterminated by the scourge of Ersinia. It can be a big problem in the Kingdom of Levios about who controls the land that such aristocracy ruled.

It is difficult to force a solution to the problem by royal decree from the point of view of the autonomy and independence of the nobility, then the attempt to assign it to the aristocracy of the Roushna region makes a great note of it in that proportion.

A subtle line exists between a Levios-led settlement or a settlement by the Roushna regional nobility.

"I guess."

Plume begins a hard talk at an exchange with the Duke of Padra family.... There doesn't seem to be a problem with some butt rubbing. Enjoy a moderate touch.

It's the chest you should be aware of. This is Plume. He's also highly conscious.

Having identified the touch-line to some extent, I enjoyed my conversation with her as I tried to touch her weak.

That's how my dick twitched and hardened as I became a bit of a moron, and when I was dancing for about half an hour in my body feel time, I had a half erection, no, about 75% erection rate.

From around the beginning of the movement and the engine started, Plume's skin moistened with sweat and smelled good from her bouncing hair, which was not very good, but she was unable to experience the swelling.

I desperately tried to sedate Viscount Galliana by thinking of her face and shape, but it stopped working over and over again. Instead, if you keep going like this, if you see the Viscount's face, you're going to have an erection with a conditional reflex. It's too dangerous.

The pants I'm wearing right now are pretty tight, so when I get erect, that tent's full of stickers will be blatantly revealed. I don't know how Prume would react if he saw this.

When the song broke off in good time, I felt unwittingly helpful.

"Phew...... You danced."

"Oh, I knew it'd be fun to dance with Pull"

"Me too. Will would be relieved, so it's fun."

A little guilt.

"I danced quite a bit, and why don't we take a break?

To think from Plume's words, I guess that means she's starting to think about the next action too. Do you want to keep dancing or do you want to start interacting?

"Right."

"Let's just go back"

I took her hand and decided to get off the stage.

Our maid waiting on the couch and the maid of Silopea wipe away the sweat immediately. Although it is a violation of manners to see too much giddy, the slightly sweaty prume now is colorful and precious. I want to take a closer look.

"Speaking of which, is Will going to interact with anywhere else after this?

"... I intend to, but what shall I do"

Seeing Plume only gaze at me made me feel somewhat disgusted.

Wait a minute. If we were to dance with other princesses, Plume, who is naturally our partner, would dance with other noble boys. I mean, you're going to let other guys touch Plume in such an eclectic state...

"Wait a minute, please"

By looking at the erotic Plume now, I finally realized the essence of this night club.

Isn't this a public bedtime party? No, public swapping? It would be an event to stir up the monopoly appetite of aristocratic men to boil sexual excitement, this.

"Will?"

"I'm sorry, give me a minute"

And suddenly my father's words come back to me.

At times of need, he said he didn't have to dance with anyone other than Plume. Is it a time like this?

If I was at least a little bedridden and hated the element, he would have prepared a route to avoid it.

I can only thank the great father for his kindness.

But still, I wanted to touch the princess's ass in the other house. I wanted to touch my breasts. I wanted to smell sweat.

"If Plume is good, I'm going to interact with a pair of other houses as well. I don't know, I'm gonna start by calling from somewhere close to us."

Let's first target a pair under the Qualdenze umbrella. If you are a noble boy there, you may not sexually harass Silopea Plume, a heavy town of Qualdenze factions.

On the contrary, even if I touch it slightly, the other princess will cry.

This is exactly what Low Risk High Return is about.