The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

"I'd like to have a meeting like this next time at a bright hour."

Finally, that's what Dunkel said to hold tonight's meeting.

I guess the aim is to appeal to the fact that there is a connection between us by holding the next main meeting in a bright time, in short, in public. Dunkel and Sardine naturally, but Carmia and Kilode were also not negative about the proposal.

I think Carmia decided that rather than agreeing to the Prince's proposal, she should stay connected as the next principals. As for Kilode, maybe only the family could be excommunicated. Plus, you might have a mixed sense of confrontation with me.

"Now if you'll excuse me"

The first person to take a seat was Kilode.

He spreads only one arm wide to show the direction Orcian is going. But the pose seemed to protect Orcian from my gaze in one way or another.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't want to get involved with Orcians after this, so it's fine. If you're involved on the bed, you're welcome...... and I've simulated it a little bit in my brain, but when this one takes any action, I'm like, "Eh!" The video comes to mind when they say, "Beat me up. He is a strong opponent.

"See you later, Mr. Wilk."

Without knowing this idea, Orcian walks down the stone stairs rhythmically as he waves his patties and hands small and repeated times with pleasure. What an interesting little run and chase Kilode as he kept his elegance from being left behind by it.

"... the princess of letting go"

I whine after confirming that the Mirendorva group has disappeared.

Those two weren't holding hands when they showed up at the meeting or when they left. Maybe Kilode was rejected for trying to take his hand. He is a pathetic boy.

"Oh, Lord Wilk seemed close to me."

Carmia picked up my dislike, laughing elegantly with Couscous. Again, I guess she also felt that Kilaude's relationship with Orcian was something of a tigh-hug.

"You two seem to be lying the other day"

The words that followed included perhaps joking nuances, but they also included exploration.

I feel they say what the hell was that commotion the other day involving all of the Wang Capital?

"Ha-ha-ha, that was a surprise too. Once the obsession is resolved, we can get along with any opponent… Princess Orcian must be pure."

things seem to say. I can't just call the princess of another house a one-cell boar of direct affection, etc.

"... Don't you agree with Lord Novalf?

And it's not me being unilaterally explored and shut up. I was listening to this conversation, and I threw a question at him.

I'm not the only one confronted with Orcian. Novarv is clashing with the Orcian-led Mirendorva army with Crowne.

In that there were direct fights, the relationship should be much worse and more rugged than mine, which ended in a intimidating battle. Nonetheless, he and Orcian sat at the same table as if nothing had happened in particular.

"Pure, is it? I'm sure you're right."

Huh, the giant, who exhaled loudly, immediately smiles at himself. And in a far-fetched expression, he concluded that Orcian either did not remember or simply forgot about himself.

"There was a big lady then, and it's no wonder she wasn't in my eyes or something like that. I don't know if it's a good idea to say you're on the same page."

Basically nobility does not humble itself. Most importantly, it is subtle whether Novarff's remarks can be made to it.

Because depending on the interpretation of the word, it also sounds like you brag about Crowne crossing parity with Orcians who bogged down the Levios army. It is also conceivable that if it is his standing position, he should lift himself up more than himself, and it can be said to be tolerable enough.

"Same place, or..."

"Equivalent to that power..."

The line between the prince and Sardine overlaps, and they both shut their mouths.

They only looked at me for a moment. There are no words to follow. Novalf keeps his gaze on me, and Carmia is paying attention here.

The silence of the venue comes.

I can somehow guess what they, especially Carmia and Novarff, are thinking.

Probably the first time I've been this close to Orcian. I must have felt the magic that belonged to my ancestors up close and understood its heterogeneity with my skin. Then the next thing I care about is the presence of me.

Unlike Crowne, who commanded the Mirendorva army with skilled military command, I had sex with her in Tyman. With Orcian himself gone, it's natural to raise doubts about my magic power.

But training on magic, and hence educational methods, is close to confidential information for the aristocrats. Even the Earl of Silopea, who is in alliance, never asks questions about the amount of magic I have. It was a part of how much I wondered they couldn't touch cheaply.

"Young lady, are you okay?"

Everyone kept pushing and the unspeakable atmosphere spread, exactly at that time my accompanying maid called out. I was giving her instructions, but she got the job done.

"Okay."

It's just a good starting point to get out of here.

When I state that I am leaving quickly, I stand up. Then Lorna raised her face and put her hands together small.

"May Lord Wilk have the protection of the Great Spirit of the Sun"

The words of Lorna, who prays strictly, strangely caught my mind.

"Young lady"

"What?

Away from the meeting place, your maid whispered when you plugged it into an unpopular place. I can see that the sermon begins with a voice color.

"Though it is a place of night, it is not preferable for you to make that promise without consulting your husband"

It's a maid who came to this nightclub venue after being selected from among Wangdu Travel Group maids, and even if they were me, they'd say Zubazuba. She is young, but she is an elite in the Qualdenzemaid Corps.

"Really? Looking at today's attendees, I thought it might not necessarily be so."

There will be performances in giving speeches, but Dunkel has shown his anger towards King Levios, which was understandable and defiant. Sardine also seemed to be trying to create an intelligent character with a serene face and voice, but there was no doubt that its inner heart was overflowing with ambition.

If you compare it with a sense of previous life, does Sardine feel like a cunning fox with a prince starving wolf? Though it would be more appropriate to compare the figure of a prince to a fox who tries to bite the authority from the front when it is the feeling of the El Oro continent.

"I recognised that what I desire should be in my hands with my own strength"

"... you think that if you pretend to be influenced by the young men of the Levios and Zeldomitra families, you can make some forceful moves?

That's an elite maid. Sounds like an easy prospect, like I'm trying to use them as a handy cushion.

"Well, what the hell. We'll be back at the club sooner than that."

The darkness is already deep, and the examination of the nightclub, which can be heard on the wind, is plugged to the end. I must return to the venue as soon as possible to indulge in a period of time.

I've put on a troublesome wisdom...... momentum to leave half the maid with such a troubled look on her face, I go down the road.

In the castle, there was also a feast.

I guess the tension was completely relaxed compared to the beginning of the night club, overall filled with a rough vibe. It was apparently the same for the Earthlings and the El Continentals to be pointlessly high-tensioned in the middle of the night, and that went hand in hand, or the busier than the glamorous situation prevailed.

It's like suddenly you can shine a light in your eyes that you're used to the dark. My head is going to be confused by that look, which is 180 degrees different from the tense place I had until a few minutes ago.

Looking around, it also looked like the number of people was increasing.

Probably more nobles than kingdom nobles. King Levios's speech in the morning also said that an extra-national nobility of unprecedented size had arrived.

Guests can attend from night clubs, but they're either a minority that comes at the same time as the start, and there's a lot of patterns that come in gradually after seeing how things go somewhat.

I want to think about future kingdom affiliations and make connections, I want to build good relations because I still have resistance to belong to the kingdom but I don't want to be hostile, I can't refuse to be invited by kingdom nobles who are in friendship, I want to be related to kingdom nobles who are unfriendly with hostile kingdom nobles, I am looking for daughter-in-law and son-in-law who come to my own home... nobility outside the kingdom comes with all sorts of thoughts. For example, independent aristocrats who are hostile to the Zeldomitra family may also participate a lot. I'm not going to get involved because getting close to being bad is going to be a hassle.

I guess one of the aims is not only to boast of external influence, but also to impose restraint on domestic nobility by calling for nobility outside the country. Well, since things have changed dramatically between when I was recruiting participants for Wang Du socialisation and now at this time, some aristocrats as the Levios family will severely regret having invited me. Though I think I deserve it.

Whatever it is, I want to dance for the princess without difficulty.

I just walked into the venue in a candle mood and took a few steps and I stopped. I felt like about a third of the people indoors were paying attention to my movements.

"... something to drink"

I give instructions to the maid to deceive her that she has stopped in a strange place.

While I was doing that, I looked around. Noted, no, watched.

Nerves, anxieties, expectations, and feelings similar to the wild horse guts of the funny half. The gaze they gave me is puffing at me.

I move near a door that leads to another room with a body that doesn't seem to care about anything. Either way, this room doesn't have a dance stage available, so there's no point staying long.

But this seems to have been a clam in a way. Because my skin felt the level of tension rise rapidly as I followed adjacent to the door.

Is Orcian even nutty and greedy ahead?

With that in mind, the conversation arrived in my ear in good time that there was a Grand Duchess in the main venue. This door leads in the opposite direction from the main venue. Apparently, the people here aren't afraid of the clash between me and Orcian.

There's nothing to be afraid of as long as you know that. Other than Orcians, it wouldn't mean taking unconsciousness, and I want to make curiosity a priority here.

"We're moving."

Let the maid hold the cup, and I'll knock on the clam door.

When I started walking down the hallway leading to the next room, I still felt a twitch on my back.

"... here"

The room was a hall prepared as a dance hall.

I realized the moment I entered the room that I had reached my destination. The eyes of the nobles who look at me were full of tension. It's not the vague tension in the previous room, this may no longer be called a sense of urgency.

And I wasn't the only one featured. There was another person in this room who was in the spotlight.

I notice nature and its existence because people's gaze goes back and forth between me and that person over and over.

"You're making a scene."

The maid who tried to say something, I put her to rest in words.

You can't look upset here. Not only me, but your maid.

"I know."

More quietly, I say.

If you were an elite maid, you'd understand as much as you could not imitate me escaping without saying a word.

A big step, I take gracefully.

The large hall was quiet as if time had stopped.

One step, one step closer again.

The intended opponent remains on his back here. But it is too unnatural.

The maid attached to him was signaling something at his fingertips, so I'm also guessing that this one is approaching. It would be reasonable to assume that you are waiting for me to speak to you.

Almost every nobleman in the hall is watching my movements. The mood no longer seems to be playing the protagonist of this scene, a scene in the play.

Just a few more steps. That close, she looked back.

"... eh"

For a moment in the sudden motion, no words appeared.

Back to back with an elegant and calm design, the dress has a truly vibrant color. It's brighter red, red than the greasy dress the Marquis Atelahan wore.

The long, flowing hair was clear blue and green. Overall, it looks like a straightforward hair texture with no habits, but only the tips make you feel lovely where they are rounded.

Cucumber eyes, well suited to a clear appearance, stared quietly at this one.

The sound of a saliva swallowing echoes scarily into the skull.

"A green flower blooming at night, your hands very much?

No. I totally misplaced the line.

Because her appearance was very much my preference. After all the speculation and calculations, when I only had a chance now during the night club, I accidentally invited him to dance.

A quiet twist comes from among those who swallowed our spit and watched our exchanges. Is it due to a mistake in action or to her beauty that her heart is beating more?

"Yeah. Stay guided by the starlight"

What returned was a word that tolerated the uniqueness of the frankness of the night club. Hi. I hear she interpreted this one as hoping to dance without revealing her name.

No, I was just going to say hello and walk away in the first place. I didn't mean to dance or anything.

But here we no longer have to dance, which is force majeure. Let's decide to use Dunkel and Sardine for the excuse.

When I put my palm up and stretched my arm, her thin, white finger was placed there. Fingerless gloves are similar to those worn by Plume. They say the strings are easy to untie.

"Please, be gentle"

My sweet voice invites me to put my hand on the string. I soon realized that the knot was in order. Regardless of the simple fix, it takes a lot of work to tie it exactly this far. Call the maid and use something like the knitting stick you use for knitting. If you don't tighten it up hard enough cum, it won't align beautifully this far.

Since the gloves are mounted and removed many times at night clubs, the strings will not be re-tightened to the initial state. I mean, if you simply think about it, she hasn't danced once yet tonight.

I can get you a dance virgin tonight. It is strange because I feel erotic in the act of just untying.

Her gloves, thin as lace, were painted with red thread with petals very similar to the skirt of the dress and the same shoreline.

Untying a tightly tied string illuminates her white complexion. Grasping that hand gently, she smiled and quietly stepped closer.

The gaze intertwines, but there are no words to exchange.

I think we were thinking to each other about how far we could go in the conversation because we made sure we didn't name it the first time.

The music interrupts as we stare at each other in silence, and the interval begins until the next song begins.

Normally, it would be time for the participants to get into a mess, but this time it was just creepy quiet.

It is clear to everyone that it is me and her who are nestled in the middle of that silence.

"Come on, let's go"

Pull your hand and move on to the stage.

It seemed that the humans around us had adjusted their position to take a distance from this one, reaching nature and the best part of the center of the hall.

Place one hand on your waist and bring your body closer together. She was not so tall, a little higher than Plume. Given my two years older, it might be a little small.

I noticed my face approaching, but my eyelashes were flashy. I curled it long enough to think it was haired, but this is ground hair. It is somewhat surprising because its face is sober and gives a thorough impression.

You look good too. Young energy seems to be full of meat and well nourished on the chest and buttocks. I felt healthy beauty.

As she tried to put her hands on her wide open back, she flushed her hair to the side and put it on her shoulder like a handkerchief. From between the shaky hair, there was a slight scent resembling a golden wood rhino.

"Let's have some fun"

"Thank you for your concern"

Unlike me, who danced many times today, this is the first step she'll take. It's hard not to make a sudden, intense move and let it slide even on your legs, I don't have my position escorted.

Besides, there's no point in doing a fierce dance.

Although the dance has begun, we are still under public surveillance. What the hell kind of conversation do we have, how do we feel about each other, whether the atmosphere is good or bad, we are watched drinking solidly.

I can't move like rubbing my ass or touching my milk with this kind of attention. My demented power hasn't reached that point yet.

This time, I preferred conversation to physical contact.

Because I was attracted to that noble, graceful standing behavior of hers.

To be frank, I feel the most tasteful woman I've ever had a conversation with at this night club.

The sober voice spinning from the refined work had a charm that made me want to listen quietly.

"It's a fragrance that has been favored since the days of the..."

Even if I take one hobby story, I can see the level of upbringing.

One of the major hobbies of the aristocratic neighborhood is the play of combining fragrances to create original fragrances, which she seems to like too. Not only do I make it, but I also have a wealth of birth secrets and historical knowledge of a blend called masterpieces, which I never get tired of hearing.

"I see, that upbringing is the secret of this bluff."

I guess I also study various perfumes that suit me. The sweet fragrance drifting from her hair had successfully alleviated the height that could easily be perceived as noble, creating a good glow as a woman.

It suits her very well, she goes on in a calm tone when she tells her such honest thoughts.

"Made from my favorite flowers."

"Ho."

I stretched my neck just a little bit and put my face close, she tilted her neck to do the lighting cover. It also resembles the preliminary motion of a kiss, depending on what you see. I was like a vampire biting my neck, softly closing my nose and enjoying the smell of the girl.

It should be noted that complimenting the perfume a woman wears is the same as complimenting her clothes and hairstyle, nothing sexual harassment or anything else. You can't be rude to sniff cunt if they agree to it. It is a good culture.

"It's really glossy.... Some people are confused by this scent and lose their lives, but are they still poisoned?

Plants that would be the raw material for this perfume are poisonous to the bulbs. The smell is similar to the golden wood rhino, but it looked just like a shoreline, the same where it was poisonous. Well, I don't give a shit about ordinary aristocratic women because they don't work on plant poisons for my lord ancestors.

I tried to tell her that I was able to subtly identify flowers, and that I was alert to her.

"I don't think it's impossible for you to think that way."

It can't be poison or anything, she insists so briefly.

"I hope you like the scent, not the name of the flower."

... Speaking of which, that was written in a letter before.

It's a pretty good way to give it back. She had the impression that there was a woman with learning, but she also spins her head faster.

When she smiled unexpectedly at the brilliant response, she immediately tried to switch the air between them to something soothing by returning a smile. Let's not hold each other back and enjoy dancing and conversation now...... yes, it seemed like they were being troubled.

Then for a few songs, I forgot my surrounding attention and enjoyed meeting with her. No, it would be more accurate to say that you were obsessed.

Is it the business of the nobleman's persona? I couldn't read her feelings for me at all. The mask by the name of nobility completely covered up the various thoughts that would be on the inside.

It's no wonder you have such horrible malice that you can even speak of it when you think about her. Fulfilling her face, what look does she have on Qualdenze Wilk's face......

Hidden makes me want to see it, it's like a women's skirt. It greatly stifles a man's heart. And the harder the guard, the softer and more sudden it is.

If I had been the protagonist of the play, I would have started singing about your true heart wanting to know, etc. Of course I'm not going to ramble that far, but it's true that I was having a little fun trying to figure out what I can't find inside her in conversation somehow.

"A green flower and thank you at this time when the stars led us"

"Thank you for a wonderful evening"

Say hello across the street. After all, we never gave each other names until the end.

Well, what's going on after this? Pull her hand as she ponders her future excuses and get off the dance stage. But soon, I realized I didn't have time to think about such a long thing.

The maid with me turned pale wasn't the only one waiting in the audience. When did it come, there's also the figure of my father there.

My father was utterly faceless. Are you angry, frightened, or desperate, the face of an aristocrat who can't read anything. That's the other way around horrible. I guess I've crossed the line a little too much, or so intuitive, cold sweats flood me from all over my body.

And a little further away from my father was another, the first nobleman to see.

He is about the same age as my father and weaves a red cape. I don't know his face, but I can't possibly know his name.

"... father"

She's holding hands with me and walking next door, squealing like that.

Spiazeik McNith.

The current head of the Spierzeik family, the Duke of Spierzeik, was there.