The Rotten Lady Rosa Wants to Watch Over Love from the Shadows

"Oh, did you make a good boy?

The door opened with a rambling noise and a pirate man came aboard.

That's the guy you called "head" earlier.

Rosa, who seemed to have "received" out of her delusions, stunned her shoulders.

The girls, too, hide their wrists, which are slashed behind their backs.

Fortunately, the vault was dim and the pirates, intoxicated by the lack of rope, never noticed.

I can't be honest. The system "take," according to me, the pirate's head, told him with an inferior grin on his male smelly face.

"I have some good news for you. Now listen to me."

He kicked in a nearby barrel and put his foot on there gungly.

"The truth is, you were destined to be sold to the undercared pig noblemen and the stubborn whorehouse as you are. But my cute men are asking too much. As a merciful captain, I thought I'd give you some good thoughts."

At the same time as the captain's words, the men who later came in laugh in a manner that cannot hide the slightest excitement.

Malta and others changed their complexion slightly, perceiving its intentions.

"Whatever, we've been starving for women all along this voyage... you know what I mean? We're gonna show you heaven before you get sold out! You're a pirate."

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The girls breathed in unison.

There was no one on the spot who didn't understand what we were going to see.

"Oh, that's...!

No.

(Maybe even if you don't, you mean by the pirates who ran to not many men short of women, they show you a scene of rose love...... Huh!?

There was about one person who came to a rare understanding.

Only Rosa, who had already taken the thought resources in a completely decaying direction, received the Captain's declaration in that way.

(Damn, right!? That's usually what happens when you say there's no woman!? You mean to show me pirate flow heaven... I mean, that's what you mean!?

My heartbeat has increased without sexual punishment.

My body flutters because of too much blood concentration in my heart.

I wonder what exactly you'll show me.

Is it a hug? Or the dimension.

Will I give you a kiss or so?

"Come on. The one you want to enjoy in the privileged seat, come forward. I'll keep you entertained. I'll let you choose for yourselves. Come on, who?

Hearing his voice, all the girls took a step back, Jiri.

(What a bunch of nasty people...?

Is it something you don't want to see in the front row?

Or are you saying that for the rope, this place will give way?

I felt a little sorry for her, but Rosa couldn't stand it and never advanced to her will.

"I'll do it."

As soon as possible, the girls turn around.

To Malta, he turned bright blue and raised his voice.

"This, silly......! You're so small!"

Does that mean he was the type who cared about seniority unexpectedly?

(I'm sorry, Mr. Malta. But I... can't give up)

With all his strength in his eyes, he let him nod over his shoulder, and Marta somehow shuddered pretentiously.

Maybe the betrayal by Rosa was a shock.

The other girls are also letting their gaze wander away from the men and Rosa in such a way that they want to turn away, no, they still can't help but look.

(I get it. You're all really intrigued.)

After all, there's no such thing as a girl who doesn't like rose love.

Rosa was strongly convinced, but of course, the actual girls' mood was not like that.

(Unbelievable...)

Malta and others, for example, had felt that their hearts were about to be torn apart by the shock.

(Are you sure she's here...?

Malta, who has been used as a slave since childhood and a whore to give, basically does not believe in the existence of God or anything else.

At the same time, it was enough to make me laugh off, such as the existence of something called "benevolent nobility".

Heaven does not save slaves. The strong only think about exploiting the weak.

All you can believe is yourself or the women in the same situation.

That was the guiding principle of Malta for many years.

But...

(How beautiful, you look...)

Malta shook heartily at Rosa's appearance stretching her small body straight and facing the pirates.

A face as beautiful as an angel. Blonde hair.

Her eyes, which she thought were pale colored, glow mysteriously purple when she could help.

Rosa seeped me sweat, wielded magic until I fluttered, and untied the rope.

She tried to forgive the upset women in just one word.

And now, nobler and younger than anyone else in this room, she lets the women cover their backs.

Its luxurious back spoke more eloquently than any other word, of her nobility, and mercifulness.

"Ho! You're coming from the lady! Hmm? You were blonde!?

The pirates laugh lowly and extend their arms in an upbeat mood.

Marta meditated her eyes hard as she watched those dirty fingers casually grab Rosa's hair and pull it.

(Damn...... Huh!

Yeah, I think I'm so respectful of her, but it's still horrible if I can be around her.

Seriously, because Malta knows how horrible a man is.

(God......! Somebody!)

For the first time in her life, she cursed herself cowardly and prayed seriously to God.

God. Angel.

Destiny or fate.

Whatever, please help this girl.

The moment Malta held the two hands together hard, it happened.

"- Right here!

Bang! The door kicked down with the fierce noise, and a man stepped in.