Chapter 643

Chapter 643: You Gat Girl [Beatrice]

South of the desert is a warm region with many people who have never seen snow before.

Now that the Spirit Festival is near, it’s time to get into full swing in the summer. Clearly, it’s hot.

If that’s almost midday too, I’d be cranky if I stood blurry in the sun.

“Ugh… I wasn’t going to mix it up, but this water bath is separate from the ceremony we had earlier, right? You can come in, right?

Mr. Gloria flutters closer to the tub as he says so.

“This is a bath. If you want to go in, go naked.”

“You and everyone are in there wearing them…”

“Oh, so is that. I’ll take it off right away.”

I let go of Beatrice and take off my clothes, squeaking water.

Even so, it was originally cool because it was hot before the sun rose. One shirt with no buttons and hemp tibia length trousers, and a pair of pants. Although it took me some time to unwrap the belt I nearly inhaled water, I was bare as well.

You don’t feel too ashamed to be naked when it’s hot like this. Thanks to a feeling similar to taking it off in water practice.

No, it happened before. With the participation of almost all of the Crossbow squads, Mr. Deane coaches the water drill.

It was like a hot day recreation, but all the crew, including Mr. Deane, swam the river naked.

If it’s all over the city, it’s naturally a screaming sight, but it’s military training! And if Mr. Deane, the only woman, insists, it’s something no townsman or peasant can complain about passing nearby.

… so Gloria looked at me naked and said, “I don’t think so.”

The truth is, you wanted me to suggest you wear it and bathe because you could wear it in short clothes. That’s what it is when it comes to river games and bathing in the east and other discreet places.

“Well, fine, but hey…. but it really doesn’t mix, because there are exciting kids surrounded, so it’s a sin to look away?

“I… the beautiful figure of a naked woman is a man I like even if I can’t touch my hands!

“You can’t just put it strongly…”

Saying, Mr. Gloria slowly unties his clothes and exposes the other female slaves to the late nudity in the sun.

Looking sideways at her like that, I cover myself again with Beatrice waiting first.

“Ah, um.”

“Beatrice. I’ll let you treat me like a gifted and truly dick slave…. don’t think you can wear clothes until sundown, do you?

“Eh… that’s… if you’re gonna let me dick slave all the way to sundown… fine…”

“Beatrice, don’t let alone. Me… we want you to praise us directly with your dick too”

“Hehe, that’s a good expression, Mr. Angelos. I don’t care if it’s another hole, Mr. Andy.”

“In any case, I want to keep playing with the water because it’s sunny a lot today. If this is Talc, I’ll have to go to a crowded public water bathing oasis, though. You could have lent me a nice mansion.”

“Mm-hmm? Is this mansion a rental? I thought you were Lord Lyla’s owner.”

Once you let your see-through dress suck the water, you question Hilda’s representation as Irina jumps up the water with her bumpy feet on the bottom of the tub.

Eileena would be more right because she doesn’t seem to be staying long anyway, but it’s a “dedicated house” to be exact.

This luxurious mansion features a large tub on a three-story rooftop and carries water from low water sources with windmill rigging.

Besides, it’s a playground that no one can see, so I’m sure he played some decadent games when the previous owner, the luxury merchant, lived there.

That’s what luxury is all about in me. I mean, I’ll probably do it if I build a house like this.

Even if there wasn’t a female slave or something, Celesta would have a bit of a whore to look for. There’s no place like this for a porn game where you let your finances say things.

“Ngu… Ngu… Huh”

Beatrice takes my caress from ass to pussy on all fours with her hands on the bottom of the tub. You imagined it, you were excited about the demonic confession competition, it was already somewhat wet, but it feels like you want to loosen it up a little bit.

For the next half-day, I will not be allowed to wrap a single piece of clothes around a little ex-enemy girl who no longer complains, with as nasty a hand as I can think of.

“How does it feel to submit to a man’s dick, brave man”

“… um, ahem… wow, not bad… but what is it”

“… isn’t that bad?”

I tried to say something as degrading as I could, but Beatrice didn’t seem to think of it as degrading already.

Me stopping by accident. And Mr. Hilda seemed to have perceived what I thought was the problem, and he looked serious as he stroked his mouth with his finger.

“I think I’ve learned too much about how good my dick is…”

“Hey, what the… shouldn’t I?

“I shouldn’t… or as for you, Andy, doesn’t it feel a little troublesome? Aside from the sexuality part of wanting novelty.”

“… still, well, I do feel it’s causing a slightly different result than I imagined…”

Beatrice is only a “deposit,” and his accompaniment to this comic tour is only what spreads sight and ear.

… on the assumption that Beatrice and I first got laid and then cotton and a bunch of horny flirting that followed were never doing Beatrice as “fallen and seemingly” either.

In the mood, I felt like I was teasing my bouncing little girl from the outside, who had no plans for a nagging.

But when Beatrice thought about it, she had no reason to resist the first invitation to pleasure she’d ever remembered.

Even child making has no form of loco hope, nor has it ever felt meaningful to the option of “choosing someone to be happy with”.

If, in a series of currents, I was conceived by me, there was no reason to be unhappy with it… I feel like I’ve finally come to think of it lately.

This daughter is oddly distorted compared to Naia, who had some understanding of the correct form of man and woman…… or there is not enough gossip in the layers of common sense to be stomped on.

Once you know how good sex is, you show no resistance whatsoever to leaving yourself to your dick to fly, to be obedient and fully endowed with pleasure.

I feel like I’ve done too much without knowing so much about her special nature.

“… hey Beatrice. For once, you… are you willing to go home to Carlwin?

“… what, suddenly”

“No… answer me frankly. If you tell me to be free, I’ll go home or not.”

I think I’m asking a dumb question, too, with my finger stuck in your mouth.

I mean, I almost know the answer.

“… if you’re not coming… stop doing these things and say throw them out, I’m not leaving”

It’s already too late.

Interesting, trying to show off the nasty reason to Naris and the new face Gloria, and finally involving Beatrice as an audience, but that was “enlightenment” for Beatrice without fixing it.

More sensitive, easier than the naris and gloria who are intoxicated by the sight of the existence of one wall of common sense and different from it… have continued to receive the charm of the female slave community.

I don’t even dare ask for an attitude of submission, so I just don’t do that, and as for her, I’m no longer resistant to my path of female slavery.

Special, I never intended to be a female slave before, but I am.

I can’t even blame people because I am fully committed to it if I follow the order. No, there was some teeth flirting.

… this, it’s not going to go any further. The stage where education can be modified is long gone.

So I see Mr. Hilda. Although she is reliable because she is the only one who has discretion in the problem there.

“… there’s nothing to be blamed for.”

“Right.”

There was no way Mr. Hilda had any kind of reversal. In other words, she had no particular reason to stop Beatrice from falling.

“… ha”

“Hey, what kind of voice is that?”

“… sorry, I thought it would happen…. you have no choice, I taught you dick, it’s me”

Chief Duke. Brian. Sorry.

I’ll have this girl.

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Put your hands together in your heart, and hug Beatrice’s, sunlit, white-going limbs from behind, waiting with her butt stuck out.

“Okay. Be ready, dick slave.”

“Mm-hmm…”

First we decide to take the blame in the body for teaching too much.

… Mostly, I have a strong appetite for exclusivity from the beginning. I can’t believe I’m just going to taste it and give it back. If it turns out to be a dirt ground, I’ll have feelings for it and I won’t like it.

Otherwise, even if they were good, their common sense would have rejected holding them from one end and collecting them all on hand. There’s no way I can be happy with my powers alone, but if one superior woman loves me one after the other, the other worries should prevail.

Still accepting now that I don’t deserve the minute. If that’s the case, I’m sure you can’t just throw Beatrice away.

Yes, that’s all I had from the beginning.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah… that’s good, this, ah”

Embrace Beatrice’s wet, mossy, slippery young skin as she rocks the surface of the water, making sure to bury her nose in the midst of her dark hair to penis and rough her vagina.

Squeeze out the turtle head brutally, and savor the sensation of a disturbingly licking vagina.

The body is never full, but the tingly elastic skin feels strongly that it is polluting my young daughter.

From Beatrice, who says things that are unbearable in her wheeze, but actually pokes her ass up harder and harder, and greedily enjoys her penetration as she changes her angle, there is a glimpse of her desire to just say and enjoy pleasure for hours like this.

Eventually fine little reason is bleached with pleasure, running half-intuitively through the little flesh of a girl who doesn’t even know a decent relationship between a man and a woman, to a dim desire that is cloudy and dirty, and sounding Beatrice in full, ejaculating.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…”

“Eww… is, ah…!

I’m cranky. I can’t breathe.

Speaking of which, this is the middle of summer outdoors, and I was bewitched to drop other physical abilities for my ejaculatory abilities… and I remember blurring in Beatrice’s vagina as she softly soiled.

“Andy, by the way. It’s a suggestion.”

“Mm-hmm?

The penis pulled from Beatrice is licking as Fennel and Irina compete.

I’m throwing my tub lid like a pillow so I can float half my body. He was leaning on his lips so that the two of them would follow him protruding into the water.

As she leans against me, Angelos touches her pastry and wet thin silk dress.

“I was wondering if you would let me reveal to you around Andy the female slave samurai. Even if I don’t say naked, it’s in this good mood.”

“No, wait a minute. What’s” together “? What is it? There will be no context. I mean, I’m a regular person around here about Lyla.”

I got real quick with my face at the suggestion of a barbaric Angelos.

But Angelos seemed unhappy.

“If you’re a husband, I want you to take care of our aspirations once in a while. I don’t just want you to say it with your mouth, but I want the feeling that everything belongs to Andy. Mr. Gloria said so, too. Situations that attract female slaves the most like female slaves are when they show such shallow looks to others.”

“That’s true with porn scrolls!? I mean, you want to be so ruined!

“I don’t think anything’s ruined. At least not who can complain about how much you behaved as Andy’s porn pet here”

“Well… you can’t at least say Irina and Aurora. It’s close to the forest, where the elves are watching.”

“If they see you, they see you. I don’t care if you’re frightened. If they let the chief down, they wouldn’t just focus on it as a meat potty.”

Irina was in for a ride. Please don’t.

Aurora is up against it, too.

“I’m more dedicated than I was. Even before your family, let them be naked and covered in semen as your female hole slaves.”

“So that’s the only thing that’s gonna be hard on me, right?!?

It’s something I manage to shed as a joke every time, but thanks again for saying my vows to dedicate myself to me, and it seems that the thought of putting me to that point of reaching is growing in them.

“But if that’s the case… me or Naia, it doesn’t matter how much you do… right…?

Beatrice, who was disturbing her breath, wakes up slowly and says extra things.

“No, I’m not talking about anyone being okay…”

“… I’m fine too. I mean… I feel like I could go somewhere more amazing…”

Isn’t it a bit too fast to absorb the fallout of female slavery? You are.

… look at all the other female slaves in their eyes like they expect me to shake my neck vertically.

“If it’s bad here, some towns won’t even know at first glance at the straw. Anywhere is good. As a female slave without any other stopover, it would be nice to get a sense of possession even to the bone marrow.”

“Uh…”

It’s kind of an atmosphere where insisting on “nashi” won’t pull you back.

Lose the pressure, I am.

“… Not here. Other than here… hey, if no one really knows about this one”

For some reason, that’s what I promised.

… that your husband is supposed to be me… right?

“I’m really motivated… I’m gonna make it.”

Mr. Gloria, who is totally familiar, got a nigga.

(cont ‘d)