The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

"Ah..."

"Oops."

Excuse me, I didn't mean to.

While acting like that, I enjoy the soft feeling that hits my body.

It must be because my chest is in such a position to lift the opponent's lower milk, when I look at the chest of the dress, the valley is deeper due to the effect of pulling over and lifting it. Moving left and right to shake the whole body just a little, I could taste its pleasant weight. Munchies.

"Excuse me..."

You must have guessed this one's gaze, she raised her sincere apologies.

"I'm fine, so don't worry. Enjoy the dance."

I make a smile that pushes Pure Wilk outright, blocking the words.

She only said for a moment, "I'm the one who cares," but she frowned into a letter to, but didn't go on any further.

In fact, there's nothing I can do about it. She's pushing her chest around because she's the only one who's desperately clinging to stay away from me dancing.

"Well... well, it's an opportunity. Enjoy…"

I'm only a little lower in height, so if I do my usual dance routine, the position of my hands really gets around the middle of my hips and glutes. I'd say it's irresistible for your hand to drop in position while you're dancing. Yes, this is called force majeure.

At that moment when I changed the direction of movement, I moved my hand against my right gluteal region toward my left gluteal region.

"Hmm."

The fabric of the dress is smooth, supple and smooth to the touch. And beyond that fabric, the puffy butt is great.

I was just a little sorry when I checked you out before I asked you to dance, but when I touched you this way, I could tell that you had a good ass full of unexpected, unexpected, young meat. I want to leave the word for future generations that Hundreds of Hearts is only at first sight and Hundreds of Sees is only at one stroke.

"How about Newnelly's silk?

"Yes.... I feel it's a very, very good one. We are deeply grateful to you for accommodating such wonderful silk and to the Marquis House of K, Qualdenze. My brother was happy to have a good dress..."

That said, she looks at the sofa seat as shown to me. There was one boy and Plume in that seat, a short distance from the stage, pinching the mini table and colluding.

"Well, that's good"

She and the boy, who offer me a gift, are from a weak aristocratic family in the southern part of the kingdom belonging to the Qualdenze sect. Her sister, eighteen years old, is the current one, and her younger brother, who turns ten this year, is in charge of the next one.

Eighteen-year-old girlfriend takes the lead because of the Elsinia disaster.

When Warcraft El Senior crosses the east and west of the continent, it is their territory that has been chosen as one of the passages. I managed to get rid of them out of the realm by responding with a clan outing, but the upside is tragic. From the main house to the branch to the shadow house, all the Lord's ancestors died in the battle of El Senior, and those who barely survived have since died of an odd disease.

My brother did not participate in the Warcraft Battle because of his youth, and my sister Princess said she was a divisional person at the time, but she was lucky enough to help because she was entrusted with leaving a message from her home office, which would be absent from the Lord.

... Well, neither my father nor I thought luck was everything.

"Have you met my father yet? If you look at you now, you'll be glad to give you silk."

"Yeah, yes. To the Marquis of Qualdenze, thank you earlier…"

I felt that way.

It was this aristocratic family that came as soon as possible to bow its head to my father when the scourge of El Senior came to a halt. Don't miss the time to sell the flair.

Due to odd diseases, their houses had lost large numbers not only to their Lord ancestors, but also to subordinate soldiers such as knights and martial officers. The army was virtually devastated and the invasion by other houses was a sufficiently conceivable situation. Its vigilance is not limited to independent aristocrats in the group of free cities; it also includes neighboring kingdoms aristocrats.

The Kingdom of Levios forbids wars between kingdom nobles. But the promise is also a matter of royal trust and proven track record. The prestige of the Levios family was stopped cheap day after day with the birth of the Warcraft El Senior Blast, and there was no guarantee that they would rely on it when they had to.

The royal prestige has also hit the bottom, and now it's time to regain it somewhat, but back then, the weak, small and medium-sized aristocracy without a boss-like boss was ahead of time opaque and panicked.

"Was I? My father said we had never been too involved before. I think it would be more important if we were to deepen our interaction."

They say their house was originally a bat fluttering politically between the Qualdenze and Zeldomitra families.

Many southern kingdom aristocrats have until recently been independent aristocrats of the group of free cities, and houses without a clear boss are never uncommon.

But I can no longer be spoiled for such a position. Because their house has given them a gap that goes into their surroundings.

In the first place, this sister, the princess, comes from a division. Since I happened to be able to survive, I have a history of entering the main house to climb as a relay owner until my brother grows up.

It stinks of lies. Would a beautiful princess of a division of the age perfect for seeding like this survive by chance?

To be honest, the former Lord would have left young males and females in a safe place for times of need. And that is first and foremost the correct reasoning. But affirming this is not right.

It is the duty of the noblemen themselves to protect their territory from the beasts of warfare. In short, it's bad news to spare an elderly ancestor who can fight as a risk hedge.

Regardless of your younger brother, this sister princess can tell you how old she can be when she tells you not to run from the Warcraft Battle. We need a good reason to fight this.

Due to the catastrophe of Warcraft El Senior, the neighborhood suffers from a lack of lord ancestors. Under such circumstances, what would the surroundings think if there were a weak aristocrat with a beautiful princess of his age?

Enough to cause it. "Why are men and women conveniently surviving at your place? You fled the battle with Warcraft El Senior? Aren't you ashamed to be a nobleman? Didn't he keep it warm? All right, then send your sister princess over to our daughter-in-law to prove it". Mistakenly responding to this allegation, he said, "You who fled the Warcraft War are not eligible to be guardians of the land! I mean, you're no longer nobles! If you're not a nobleman, you're not a kingdom nobleman! Therefore, it does not go against the promise to ban war between kingdom nobles! Safe even if you invade! Diplomatic pressure can be exerted with a lame three-step argument."

This is the worst example. However, in jeopardizing the survival of their homes, they sought the strong asylum of the great nobility.

By the way, that is not true when it comes to all nobles living without violating their pride as guardians. Some of the kingdom aristocrats gathered this time, like their houses. "Oh?" The house that survives the way I think it does exists with chills. They put a grand aristocrat on the back everywhere so they can't make a claim.

They chose the Qualdenze family.

"... ugh..."

Thanks to this, my sister Princess was in a position where she couldn't complain about me touching her ass. It is a natural right for an asshole to do an asshole.

If you think your home is a protected consideration, offering one or two of your butts won't punish you. That's why my buttocks are cracked in two.

"I'm sorry. Seems like the power will go into weird places because it's different from the usual escort..."

I made her look a little troubled and she shrunk her body down a little. No way can we leave the men of the Qualdenze family in trouble.

"Yes, what, I'm the one who's sorry to show you my embarrassment"

Both arms are pulled inward and the valley of the chest is further accentuated. I'm so happy with this because the reason I had eyes on her was because of those big tits.

I'd love to stick my fingertips in this Puyupuyu valley, push my nose tip and take a thoughtful deep breath, turn the chest part of the dress and suck it on my nipples, but if I did that, I'd be a moron definite with no explanation.

I'm only touching it with force majeure, and I can't break that attitude.

Turning again, he now concentrated his nerves on his hands against his thighs. The synergy between silk and the young female body is remarkable. Because no matter how you touch it, it guarantees you the best stroke.

"My brother's costume is also made of silk I received from Qualdenze. This one has a very good reputation..."

Please, please...... you seem to hear her heart like that.

Since just now, the sister princess is asking for something from my brother, brother, brother, brother, and me in the middle of a chat. My hand, strongly gripped and connected by her, felt further pressure.

The song that plays on the floor is also finally plugged into the end.

I don't know what she wants. It's not me. Beautiful Girl's Uncut Please Let's leave it around here to enjoy the call. That's all I'm allowed to touch, it'll be a good time to respond.

"If you're a sister and brother and you're happy to have them all, nothing more. Besides, if a beautiful woman like you can wear it, it's worth the gift. You want to give me some good silk that suits both of you, too.... Oops, was this a little fast? Ha-ha-ha."

Asylum for the Quordenze family is a policy that I will continue to follow, as is my next master.

"Well......! Thanks............! We look forward to that day!

It's these words that my sister princess wanted to pull out of me.

I feel pure joy and relief from her smiling like a blossom all the time. There was a bright, eighteen-year-old girlish atmosphere overflowing from the gap in the noble mask that he had been forced to wear.

She's a pretty girl. I can see my groin is getting harder when it swells.

The music plugged into the last tightening.

I take a big step forward and let her snuggle her body tight enough to pose.

It felt so good to have a cock with a full erection rubbed on my sister princess's thighs. I'm frustrated by the desire to keep my cock pressed against my thighs and feel pressure, but that's critical and stomps.

Ugh, I exhaled and looked at her.

"Thank you for this wonderful opportunity to join hands, Princess Reiki"

"Thank you for a wonderful time. Lord Wilk."

I had a really good touch between the two songs. I am sincerely grateful.

I took my sister princess's hand and stepped off the stage with sparse applause.

"Sister, you were dancing with great pleasure. Lord Wilk, thank you very much for inviting my sister."

When I approached the couch where the Plumes sat, my brother greeted me with those words. Although my voice is shaking slightly, it conveys that I am conscious of talking hazy.

The tension hasn't changed much since I said hello earlier with Plume.

Seeing him desperately confronted with the great presence of the Qualdenze family kind of makes me feel like I even became an interviewer for a secondary school exam.

"Ugh. It was such a good time."

I honestly affirmed my sister's remarks so that she could take a good look at me.

When I was in the city of Calahanasso, the knights around me were following my sister princess and brother well, but now I can't do that. They can't afford a night club.

All of a sudden I spoke up. I may not have considered it enough either, but the worst part is that this sister princess was in a position of great beauty, weakness with huge boobs.

"We had a meaningful conversation, too. Right?"

"Yes. I was fortunate to have the opportunity to speak with Lord Plume. I think I can reconfirm my position as the next owner."

Apparently, my brother broke it off a lot with Plume. I'm less nervous about my voice than I am about dealing with mine.

After I finished my dance with Plume, I spoke to this sister and brother.

The first reason is the milk of the sister princess, but the second reason is this brother. Quordenze, I was hoping that if he was freaked out by Silopea's family name, he wouldn't be able to afford to touch Plume's body.

As a result, it was a previous issue to touch.

It seems that this is the first time he has gone outside his own territory and declined his invitation to dance by saying that he is not used to making contact with the nobles of other houses.

What a waste of an opportunity to dance with a beautiful girl like Plume... but I can understand that feeling just a little now too. Because dancing with my sister princess was more exciting than I thought.

It's not like love or lighting. It's instinctive alertness.

I didn't even have much intimacy with her, so the moment we held each other's hands made me weird nervous. It is a moment when the size of the existence of the Lord ancestor, the feeling of oppression, was made to sore with a hint.

Most of all, my desire to touch you was stronger, and I got used to it somehow while I was dancing. In fact, it is also said that resistance to intimacy is a matter of familiarity.

"Looks like we had a good interaction, more importantly"

You may temporarily change partners at night clubs, but there is no need for both pairs to dance at that time. Enjoying the chat is one form of interaction. If O.K. comes out of my brother, who was escorting my sister princess, there's nothing wrong with dancing with me and my sister princess alone.

My brother smiled at me for inviting his sister, Princess. Otherwise, it is natural to buy the discomfort of the next head of the Quordenze family. It's a boy-like behavior in the main house, albeit weak.

However, the sister princess is formerly a child of the branch. For that reason, there were occasions when I felt that my emotions were not well hidden. When I asked her to dance, she pulled her face and blued it.

I thought that reaction was a fear of the weight of the kingdom's five noblemen, Quordenze... but I soon realized that it was half wrong.

My sister was scared of me.

By approaching the distance I could reach, I felt the amount of magic I had on my skin, and I guess fear filled my head.

Male aristocrats have the courage to make invitations, as a matter of course, but the same thing is needed for female aristocrats who take it.

My sister Princess took my invitation with her trembling hands, but even after she started dancing, that tension was hardly relieved. "If I let go of my hand, I'll die." My hand was gripped with strong force enough to convey that idea, and I was pressed with a gouge to see if I wanted to increase the area where my skin and skin touched a little to ensure my safety.

She was desperate to stick to me all the time. Although it was a delightful miscalculation to hitch a ride and lump my buttocks and legs.

Plume walking next door said he was looking for his next prey in the mood to say goodbye to his sister and brother.

"Will, you're feeling better."

For a moment, I thought it was a euphemism for what I was erecting during the dance and the words didn't come out.

"You couldn't have done it before, could you?... I've been worried about you."

Pong, and I can put my hand on my back.

Three days ago, even the day Orcian stormed in, Plume touched my back like this and applied healing magic to me. I just touched it this time, but I feel something warm somewhere.

"... was that so easy to understand?

"Yeah."

Apparently, I was more depressed that day than I thought.

"After all, was it a good idea to dance with an older beautiful woman?

She says in a slightly teasing tone. No, I was actually getting better that day by offending Eve after Plume left.

'Cause it was fun dancing with Pull.'

"Is it true?

I watch the floor, enjoying the flirting with Plume.

What I'm targeting right now is a princess acting with escorts. It's hard to numb and dance a free princess wandering alone in front of an escort opponent named Plume. Because while I'm dancing, Plume will be eating the waiting.

I'm a little sorry to hear that some princesses enjoy a night club without a partner. But on the contrary, I can only dance with a woman with whom I have a partner now that I'm acting with Plume.

You should enjoy every touch you can right now.

Me and Plume have since deepened our interaction with the noblemen under the Quordenze umbrella, especially the young people.

Not everyone I danced to is a beautiful woman because my father told me to dance to them, too. But it seems that something called youthfulness is just worth it, even a somewhat buzzy woman touched it quite nicely just because the meat was meaty.

By the way, this is force majeure in the real sense and I didn't touch it intentionally. Every princess is desperate for me to stick around, so I can really get my hands on her, no matter how ugly her face is.

And Plume's, but as I expected, the Silopea name seemed heavy for the nobility under the Quordenze umbrella. Every aristocratic boy offered me an escort, but chose to interact with the chatter himself.

The human heart is a strange thing, and I'm just a little angry when I can show you not to be invited to dance like this. Doesn't it seem as if they say Plume has no charm?

That's why I took Plume to touch and interact with other faction youths.

A little thought would tell the story, but the other princesses of the faction interact less with me than the princesses under the Quordenze umbrella. When I asked them to dance, they were more frightened than their sister princess, and their intimacy as they danced was out of step. Kind of like a Koala cuddle experience corner. I honestly don't know if I'm happy with this, but for now I touched my body plenty and rubbed it so I'll keep it good.

Tonight, I'll definitely be the one enjoying the dance the most.

Plume has also been to dance with male aristocrats on several occasions, but he was under the impression that this was his first time socializing, all contemporary and next-generation, former branch humans, and that dancing correctly was a handful.

Dance parties are a vivid stage for young nobles in the first place, I guess there are no undeserved who start this fortunate and moronic.

One surprise was Princess Alina.

I knew she was being escorted by Prince Dunkel, but she was doing something like a sorority with friendly aristocrats.

The Ments were aristocrats in the Arina and Roushna regions, so it felt like I said the Levios family and their surroundings. When I called out to dance, it was noisy being reacted to as a group of women as career carriers.

Alina also behaved majestically like a princess, but perhaps it was you who koalated without leaking.

"... thank you for the heartbreaking moment. Lord Wilk."

I smiled back at Alina smiling.

Perfect makeup and luxurious costumes are well known to greatly bottom-up her appearance level. Beauty is a princess who fits well with the tagline that beauty can be made.

In fact, I think it's amazing because when it's so beautifully tidied up, the atmosphere makes you look beautiful.

I went back to the conversation section of another venue with her, concerned about the royal technical skills. While dancing with Alina, Plume had a sorority with the noble ladies of the Roushna region.

I tried to return Alina, collect Plume and go back to the dance hall venue again, and I heard a sigh from the side.

He asked me to talk to him again after this.

Plume, who said so, was not a very ridden face.

At the afternoon exchange, the Silopea family is meeting with the Dukes of Padra and the Marquis of Bancibol, headed by the Roushna region. For that reason, it seems difficult to say no to the invitation of the sorority.

"... if you want a pull, I'm gonna escort you all night"

That's what I say with a volume that I can't hear around me.

For a moment, Plume gave him the look of being saved, but he immediately shook his head gently.

"Yeah, I knew it was okay. Because I need to keep going with the aristocracy in Roushna."

From Plume, he's frustrated around talking to the Levios family greatly in this minute.

Although the aristocracy of the Roushna region has a certain influence within the kingdom, it is not enough to be taken if seen as one aristocracy. I feel that way with all the depressing complexes in my arms.

"You're not on board. Does it get to your nose that much?

"I'm pretty sure that's what you're saying and doing... hmm... what is it? I've probably been a little bad at chatting with young princesses. It was like we all knew each other, except me."

I see, the princesses there will be friends of the ancient knowledge because the nobles of the Roushna region interact with each other a lot. Imagine Plume being suddenly thrown into an existing group of women and stuck around, guessing the real reason she wasn't on board. It looks very uncomfortable.

"Why don't you take someone from us, too, Pull? I think getting to know each other would make it a little easier."

She's not the only one who's told me not to come. Anyway, if it's a public event, if it's a night club, then there's more people and they don't complain.

Or so Prume says and begins to name some of the princesses of the aristocracy who belong to the Qualdenze sect.

On the other hand, I also decided to look back at the notebook in my head and double-check who to dance with.

In relation to going to the Petit Exchange, which Prince Dunkel is inviting me to, Prume and I will act separately from each other on the way. I want to take care of the challenges to digest while I have a partner.

It's a list of beautiful princesses that I wanted to touch, a list of princesses that I thought I should be involved with as the next princess, a list of duties that my father, such as Princess Arina, decided to ask me to dance to, and a pippy check in my brain on them.

In the meantime, I can almost digest what I can. There's only one more person I'd like to dance to right now.

There are several halls set up as a dance hall, but I've found them beforehand, and I was able to meet the intended person immediately.

Lord Carmia.

The fiancée pair of Atelahan Karmia and Atelahan Novarv sat on the couch and seemed to be snacking.

"Excuse me where I'm enjoying the night club, are you taking a break?

"Yeah, a little. Lord Wilk seems to be enjoying the night club, too. Are you escorting Lord Silopea tonight?

Carmia, with her eyes closed, turned to Plume, who stood next to me.

I don't know what kind of magic you're using, but apparently you're able to recognize the identity of the girl standing next to me.... No, can you easily predict this much?

Prume hasn't officially greeted the Atherahans yet, so I introduced her lightly.

"Lord Wilke and Lord Plume, if you please, have a seat. Hey, Nova?"

When Kokuri and Novarf nodded, the maids attached to Carmia and Novarf, respectively, moved them in charge of the nearby couch, placing them in a shape that pinched the mini table and faced them.

I guess he was waiting for us to sit down, Carmia said, alternating tricks to smile dull.

"Though I was invited, I really didn't expect you to come and pick me up like this, Lord Wilk"

"Cal, a few words..."

"It was Nova who told me not to say anything formal at the night club, wasn't it?

It would be a signal from Carmia that Nova, Cal, and I usually have a cheerful exchange that doesn't show up on the table, let's talk about it at ease.

But I don't know, Carmia pretends to be jerking off Novalf and enjoying the reaction. The usual interaction with a thoughtful fiancée rather than with each other... Shut up and there was an atmosphere that was going to be made an accompaniment to the two woven flirting spaces.

After making eye contact with Plume, I opened my mouth.

"Speaking of which, Lord Novalf had experience studying abroad in Wang, didn't he? Are you still used to these places?

Novarv agreed without showing any particular haste when he heard from me, the next winner of the Qualdenze family. That alone shows that he is used to nightclubs.

"Yep. Meetings were frequent when I was staying, so jumping into night clubs and attending, a few times,"

His study destination, Wang Du's school, Aotearoa Hall, apparently teaches him to participate actively in the event. They want us to deepen our understanding by having conversations with the nobles from all over the kingdom who visited the meeting.

"Well, that's interesting. Doesn't Pull think so too?

"Right. Wang Capital will bring a lot of people together, and they're going to learn."

Novalf, who glimpsed Plume, says, and changes the subject.

"I really appreciate the opportunity to talk to the aristocratic principals of Haiqian Mountain Thousand is something you will learn. I've also met my predecessor Count Silopea several times."

"Well. With my father?

"Yes, the couple were often at nightclubs, so we spoke several times"

"My mother too..."

Plume's parents have died from the bizarre illness of Warcraft El Senior. Suddenly, in a shaken episode, Plume sparkled her eyes at all the jumps she still had.

She is originally a daughter who likes to sweeten her parents. Since his death, he's shown perseverance as the next master, but there's no way he's not lonely.

"Pull, why don't you let me talk to you? You don't have to worry about this one."

"... thanks, Will"

The way you thanked me for gently touching my hand was moist and cute.

When he also asked me to let him talk to him about Pull Father and Pull Mother, he sat back on the couch before turning his face to Plume.

Me and Carmia, I'm guessing Novalf took care of it so that the two boss characters on this scene could talk casually. Plus, Plume is not officially greeting Carmia, so we can have a conversation with her here.

I looked at the girl sitting directly in the front, even though I felt she was used to this night club.

"Lord Wilke is close to Lord Plume."

"Do you feel that way?

It is not a word of denial. I knew you'd think so, it's a slightly proud nuance.

"Yes, the words we exchange seem to understand each other and sound very gentle"

I don't feel bad about being reputed by a third party to be close to Plume. Rather glad.

Taking a story involving Plume, me and Carmia decided to start a public conversation. It is also incompetent to suddenly invite you to dance.

"You can see the depth of the relationship between the Marquis of Qualdenze and the Earl of Silopea. Do they still interact from an early age?

"Right. Newnelly and Pennybach aren't that far away."

Carmia's interest shifts to Newnelly City, and I throw back a few novels.

"... Isn't Lord Carmia, too, a long time with Lord Novalf? I just got engaged, and I'm friendly, and I feel like I'm in the mood."

I don't have a lot of information about Novarv. Although I had a past studying in Wang Du, at that point I was just a branch boy, because no one was paying attention.

The Marquis of Atelahan and Novalf's real mother are famous for being very unfriendly, but only this pair seemed to have a good relationship from an early age.

I just want to get some information here.

"I think we spent a lot of time together from an early age.... right?

Carmia spoke toward her next door.

Apparently, it was just the right time for a breakthrough in the conversation, and Novalf responds immediately.

"Yes, we used to spend a lot of time together when we went to Zareazelia on a meeting"

And Plume reacted to the word.

"Oh, what if the person you were talking to earlier?

"Oops, have you found out?... I thought Cal would be happy."

When I looked at Plume wondering what she was talking about, she gave me a short explanation.

Apparently, Novalf had borrowed a book from the library of the Aotearoa Hall and sent it to the territory. Well nice, and Plume was throwing pointy questions at Novalf to ask him more about the story.

For a while we kept talking, but we had a few things to gain.

Novarv, from the branch, said he interacts with Carmia a lot. That means that people from the branch had many opportunities to visit the city of Zareazelia, home of the Atelahan family. In other words, it shows that discussions and doings are frequent.

After all, the Atelahans seem to have quite a say in the branch muscles. Having thus come into direct contact with the man of Athellahan, I know that very well.

In the case of the Quordenze family, there's hardly any such thing as a bunch of bifurcated people climbing the castle in Newnelly. If you have an opinion, it's only informative.

He once said that the Qualdenze branch looked quite big, but the end of the road is the independent rebellion drama instigated by the Voystra kingdom, as well as the Solemn Qing. My grandmother Cassia has used the crackdown to achieve centralization into the main house.

There is no longer a sense of independence in the division. When it comes to why branches have had the ambition of independence in the past in the first place, there is cause for the rapid territorial expansion of the Qualdenze family. It is a Quordenze family that took advantage of the turbulent momentum to hold the current hinterland in its hands, but this was a major project of clan outpouring. We would have had the pride of working for territorial expansion even as a division, and I cannot help but think that we have the right to speak out in the policy of the main house.

The current situation of the Atelahan family may be a little similar to this.

The speed of territorial expansion is unparalleled, and the current area of dominance also outweighs the Qualdenze family, which once united the hinterland.

It is considered that there will be no rebellion in the territory because of the existence of a charisma called Atelahan Crowne in the public domain, but is that all it is to be fulfilled?

The Atelahan family is a shallow house about a hundred years old. Because of its shallowness, I don't think the division has reached the point of being a division.

It was more than 200 years after the founding of Quordenze that the divisional independence disturbance of the Quordenze family took place. Though close to the main house, it is reasonable to assume that the branch had its own self budding.

Compared to that, the Atelahan branch should be so close to home and consciousness that it is more accurate to call it a "relative of the main house" than a "branch". Some of them will have devoted themselves to the cause of unification in the Athellahan region, and there will be the insistence that they are protecting the land surrounded by rugged mountains.

The existence of an absolute charisma and the shallowness of history as a nobleman strongly linked the Atelahan family. But this would be like sowing into a disturbance that would eventually happen.

When Crowne dies, the division won't make unscrupulous claims, but if it does lose its weight, what happens?

"... there seem to be many dependable branches of the Atelahan family"

I leak my thoughts when I have a chatty cock in my good condition. They immediately guessed what this one intended, and Carmia replied forcefully.

"Yes, so I must be stronger than that."

Apparently she is also problematic about the power relationship between the main house and the branch.

Or is this a restraint against the Qualdenze family? After Crowne's death, if I list the candidates for the forces scratching around the Atelahan region, I feel like maybe we'll be at the top of the list.

Seems like I'm going to do anything to instigate and incite a bifurcated muscle. Anyway, I've had one experience with the Spierzeik family, so I know more about what I wouldn't like if they did it than I do in other houses.

"I see.... speaking of which, you're about to finish the song"

When I said that, Carmia zeroed her hehe and glossy voice. Even though I'm a child face, I can feel an older feminine atmosphere for these little things.

"Oh, not so much anymore? It's been a pleasure talking to you, and I've forgotten how long it's been."

I remember the princesses turning into koalas tonight.

Carmia, who was summarily invited to dance at the AC meeting, felt she was someone who had the guts to go against her appearance.

I was going to frame him in the talk that I wouldn't be able to say no on that occasion, but I may have instantly admitted that I decided that this was available for my own liver ball appeal. If so, Athellahan Karmia, is a freshman.

"I just saw the Marquis of Atelahan, and it seems to me that he was wearing the same shaped dress as Lord Carmia. Both of you, I think, look very good on you, is it the Atelahan family custom?

There will be about five minutes before the end of the song currently playing, I focused on Carmia's costume to connect the venues.

The dress she wears is very different in design from Plume's.

Features a perfect upper body for floating and a deep slit cut into the skirt. The impression I kept seeing was close to Aozai, but since my skin is exposed to the area around my shoulder without a collar, it would no longer be something else.

The main one is greasy, and the second skirt peeking through the slit doesn't look strange and loud, despite its bright orange construction. Is it because the person wearing it creates a calming atmosphere?

By the way, this shaped dress is difficult to wear unless you are a woman who is confident in her shape. Because I can't see it when my breasts are small.

"No, that's not it, it's my mother's hobby..."

With that said, Carmia turned her face only slightly red.

I see, indeed, the Marquis of Atelahan looks good in this dress.

I saw a marquis eating while he was on the floor, but I could tell from a distance how big his chest was in one shot. It was hard to notice because Gatai was good, but the Marquis was quite the owner of the boobs.

And this shaped dress also suited her daughter, Carmia. I'm shy of the blatant tit appeal using the dress, but the trick unnecessarily stirs up a man's passion.

I couldn't help but look forward to dancing with Carmia, I wanted to feel thoughtfully clingy and milk pressure.

Praising Carmia for her dress, she abruptly switches the subject.

"May I just say one thing? Can you touch my hand once?

Carmia's hand was rinsed and offered to float on the mini table. This one, like Plume, is fitted with a fingerless glove that covers up to the elbow.

Even if you are told to touch it in this state, there are only a few places you can touch it. I gently touched her fingertips.

"... Oh, is that what you mean"

The moment I touched her, I detected with a sense of magic that she was activating a faint magic. That was too faint and seemingly disappearing a level, but touching it with the skin allowed it to clearly capture the movement.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you in advance..."

Carmia is blind, so she's using magic to perceive her surroundings. In other words, if you dance, you always activate magic, so if you touch your hand like this, the tremor of magic will always be transmitted.

This is out-of-the-box, I think there are many nobles who care.

If the movement of magic from 0 to 1 and the movement from 1 to 1000, the former is easier to detect. An ambush attack from Carmia would be hard to read.

It must be Carmia's good faith that I told her before I made a formal invitation confirmation.

"Princess Reiki Karmia, may I take your hand now for a moment?

But I don't care to this extent. Milk pressure is more important than that.

After mutual confirmation with Novalf, Carmia's escort, I complained to her about the invitation.

"Yes. I am very pleased, Lord Wilk. Please, be gentle."

When I heard that reply and tried to reach for her glove strings, I heard voices from next door as well.

"Princess Reiki Plume. May I take your hand for a moment now?

"Lord Novarf, I'm so glad you invited me. Please, be gentle."

... Do you dance with Plume too? We made sure to lure each other, but it was only a pose, and Novalf was hoping to keep chatting.

I took a moment to look at the interaction on the side, but Novalf's glove removal was very refined.

When I revealed my loser and Carmia's arm, I handed it to her.

"Princess Carmia, let's go"

"Yes."

Plume and Novalf also rise to match this move. Our two pair went straight onto the stage.

Hold one hand of Carmia as she ponders her standing position, then put the other hand against her waist and wait for the song to begin.

Plume, who positioned a little further away... was having a fun conversation with Novarv. I can't even hear you two talking from here.

"Do you care?

For a moment, the hand connected to Carmia reacts perfectly.

"This is rude"

"No, it's good.... because it's the same."

The next moment she said that, the band started playing the song.

Me and Carmia start to breathe together and dance, guided by the sound of loose strings.

"Same?"

"It means the same thing. I'm worried about Nova too... I don't like it, Lord Wilk's going to think I'm a jealous woman."

I guess this is following me. It is a violation of manners if you seem to care about another woman during the dance.

"When I was staying in the Wang capital, I wondered if that's how you invited women to dance."

"I got the impression that I was used to it a lot"

"Me too."

I don't know how many female aristocrats were enrolled in Aotearoa Hall, but I felt that they must have been dancing.

In the corner of his sight, he enters the figure of Plume. The two seemed to take steps with pleasure and enjoy the conversation in a whisper.

I have the image that young girls are attracted to older, dependable men. I don't think so, but what if Plume is obsessed with that musculoskeletal tough guy? When I fantasized about Plume drowning in the pleasure that heavyweight powerful sex brings, I cooled down to the core of my heart and my cock shriveled and shriveled.

"... Enjoy the dance"

"That's right."

Plume doesn't particularly care if I dance with Carmia. I guess it's because you're not aware of me as a heterosexual. Because Novalf, on the other hand, is also used to socializing, or he doesn't show the bareback that his fiancé, Carmia, cares if she dances with other men.

Only me and Carmia are involved in this swapping act. That was just a little funny, and the next moment, me and Carmia were facing each other and laughing.

"Lord Wilke is really close to Princess Plume."

Keep your face close to me, Carmia whispered softly.

Do you understand your bust size or you won't be pushed by skillful movements. Too bad.

Although I was only stunned for a moment when I held hands, she has since danced with me without being particularly frightened.

Maybe my mind can afford it because it activates magic all the time. Because of that, she never stuck with me, and I couldn't get a strong snuggle.

This is cheating. Incredible. I think you should still ban magic and shove your chest at me. Does Novalf rub or suck this milk every night? It's a story of real envy.

... It makes me realize that night club dancing is really an event that comes to stir up lust.

"With that said, this is the colloquium that Prince Dunkel is inviting me to today, will Lord Novarv also be present? I heard you two were in a friendship at Aotearoa Hall..."

I tried to change the story, but Plume and Novalf were snuggling up to pose right around the corner, so my consciousness was taken there just a little bit.

"Hehe."

Carmia smiles glossy.

"Yeah, Nova's going to be there, too. I was talking to Prince Dunkel the other day when I visited Aotearoa Hall."

I'm sure she'll tell you another story that came out on the spot, that's what she said.

"That's a curious story.... What if that's what Prince Dunkel was trying to talk about when he climbed the castle yesterday?

If that's the case, I feel at a disadvantage for not being able to preview it beforehand. Or so I can't really dress up asking Carmia what's going on here either.

"That's what happened. Have you been visited in the royal castle?

"Yes. I also toured the Wang Temple. The stone used in that building is from Athellahan..."

Well, good. For now, let's take care of a one-off meeting with Carmia.

The only thing that matters to me right now is her big tits.