Chapter 727

Chapter 727: Colored Colors 1 [Gloria]

The fact that some collars of female slaves began to be painted yellow should be done with two secretly enjoying cryptographs, but it was quickly becoming a kind of incident in polka.

“Hey Andy. Spit it out, what does that mean?”

When I try to cross the town square, all of a sudden I get headlocked and questioned by Keel at the encounter.

“Oh, my God, what are you talking about!

“It’s a collar! Oh, my God, you yellowing kids! Even if we ask ourselves, they just say ‘secret’, and we’re all betting on what that means!

“Wait, it was yesterday today!? How free are you! Who and who are you betting on?

The first thing I gave Tess last night. It was this morning that Almeida and the others began to imitate the colored collar. And now before noon, at a time when we’re all waiting for six bells.

Too many free men are paying attention to the collar color. Don’t you think it’s just fashion?

“By the way, my predictions are anal experience.”

“What the hell are you talking about on a grand day trip, fat man?”

“I’m not fat anymore. – Of! Johnny’s more like fat. When!

Currently, it is Apple on Tetes, Sharon and Almeida that has led to the wearing of yellow collars.

Apparently the candidacy to add Apple to Gauntlet Nights other than Naris is is subtly unconvincing.

Others say, “Isn’t that the punishment for doing something with Renfangas or something like that?” “Debt mark?” “Actually, you don’t make special forces out of those four,” “like the mark you fucked Andy yesterday because you were bragging about it?” What a theory the anticipation is of Johnny and the other old men in town?

“It’s just New Fashion”

“… lying son of a bitch, does it make sense to unite in yellow! If you’re unlocking color painting on the collar, you can paint red or blue or something else!

“Gi, gib gib……!

Critical, and I can squeeze my head up against Keel’s arm. I’m angry that there’s a scratch on Keel’s neck.

Bright voice there.

“Ha, Keel, you. Andy, I’d like to borrow it.”

“Shh, Mr. Knoll… Oh, no, this was a little joke”

“Fine, fine.”

Mr. Knoll will rescue me from Keel, who will let go of his hand and try to rephrase me.

“It’s not bad for a boy to get along, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for a kid in armor to come and go like that.”

“Ugh.”

It was Keel the Warden Look.

The way it fits and attaches itself to the inhabitants certainly doesn’t feel like something.

And waving brightly at Keel, who is doing so at first, Mr. Knoll leaves the square with my arm in his arms.

“… So, what do you mean?

“Mr. Knoll, too?”

“‘Cause you care. I can see that the collar is important there as an outfield.”

Mr. Knoll draws a line with the collar set, but does it still bother you?

Well, it’s not about hiding it from Mr. Knoll…

“… er, proof of focused pregnancy slavery… I was thinking like”

“Huh? Is that what you have? I mean, brother, it doesn’t matter because I’m gonna let anyone out in a gut?

“No, Tess had to get pregnant early… so I was just going to Tess”

Still, you were well aware that you were having thoughtful pregnancy and sex, too, Mr. Knoll. Nori, it’s light.

… Well, I don’t suppose the female side is taking the possibility of pregnancy lightly.

“Why is it just Tetes?

“I want a trace. My aristocratic father wanted Tess to marry me and focus on making a successor… So I was happy the other way around when Tess told me that he was home imprisoned and clean and that I was already pregnant with an otto”

“… sometimes you don’t know human nobility, do you? Are you saying Otoko can be anyone?

“Renfangas has been taking son-in-law from the royal family for generations, so I think he has a weak aversion to his seed son-in-law…”

and so on, and walk through the surrounding ears barely explaining.

So.

Everywhere you go, the residents look like they heard you, so take refuge in the house of the four daughters of Lauriers out of town.

Of course, only Laurier and Oregano were there at noon because there was no fennel to make the maid of a tavern servant Sevory or Baron’s residence, but those two had already heard rumors, and on top of that, they had gotten a story from somewhere about the meaning of the collar.

“You mean yellow or yellow green… this is it”

“Shall I change the pigment?”

The two of us were in the middle of a color on the collar.

“Hey Oregano, Laurier. What are you doing?”

“Your husband. Welcome.”

“Colour… painting”

“You know. If you paint it yellow, come and offend me often. I’m not talking about autographs or anything like that, am I?

“What?”

“No?

Makes me look good.

He believed it head-on and didn’t suspect it.

“Hot hot…”

Mr. Knoll laughs bitterly, too.

No, this is quite a problem. Or all the pressure on me burns up.

So when I looked for someone who seemed to lend me wisdom on the subject of this hand…… or who seemed to figure out Nori and deal with him properly, there was only Mr. Gloria.

“My world is dangerous and dangerous, but good wisdom.”

A room in the Baron’s mansion.

Hi both barons (sketchy minded) the equine seemed to fit and Gloria, who had rented the room she had been using for a little storage, was about to decorate one side of the wall with a painting she had recently painted.

All I have to say is that I specialize in naked women painting myself. It’s all naked women painting. Some of them are fucked, others aren’t. Some of them were drawn yesterday after Lleda posed for them. A room where the baron would be thrilled to see it.

Let’s just say that.

“What if the world gave up because they think you’re a collar bastard who makes female slaves because you’re so out at the point?

Mr. Gloria was dry.

No, well, from the side, it would seem like a wasted effort.

“Still, there’s still something I can protect if I don’t give up! That’s what I believe!

“… it looks like a tragic scene when you just listen to the dialogue.”

It’s a sad story in a way. I’m sure my mother will cry too when it’s all reopened. No, because I can’t handle the scratch that you’re already crying.

“I mean, it’s not good to say that yellow is a noticeable and weird rumor, is it? Then why don’t you make all the others colorful in another color, too?

“… ah”

How to take what Keel was saying backwards?

Yes. If you did decide to “change them all to color collars,” you should be deluded by the fact that the first row happens to be yellow.

“Such an easy hand…”

“Why can’t you think of that?”

“My head only goes in the direction of extinguishing fire…”

“I don’t know if you’re flexible or not.”

I don’t have a word to give it back. I didn’t expect you to notice at all until Mr. Gloria told you to while Keel gave me a good tip.

“… Phew. Well, I guess this is it. I still have extra walls.”

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Mr. Gloria breathes satisfactorily after finishing decorating the painting, and then turns around and crawls his fingers abruptly into my chin.

“Well, that’s a consultation fee.”

“Huh?

“I’m not inside, am I? I’m going to ask you something for free, aren’t you?”

“What, are you taking money?

“Huh. … the one in demand more than money in a way…”

Shiru, Mr. Gloria loosens his clothes with one hand.

….

“Is it porn!?

“This one was totally scuffed yesterday, so hey. Leave me alone while you tell me you’re framing me. Well, maybe a dragon is more important than a whore who gets laid at all times, but if you can make me expect this one, you’re gonna get mocked, right? Otoshimae, I’m in trouble if you don’t put it on…”

Take off your skirt and stick your ass out.

Mr. Gloria urges me to continue with her colorful eyes.

“Ma, if it’s true, I just want you to hang out for a night or so for being in a hurry…. It would be pitiful if you squeezed it with a bee because that sister was also scuffed. For today, I’ll convince you with a consultation fee, a snug one shot…”

Even if I knew I was being contraceived, how could a colorful elf whore whisper this to me and not make my chest squeal?

Yeah. Nothing. I don’t like barren sex. It’s not like I don’t want you to get pregnant.

I like the sex that starts driven by exaltation and enthusiasm. I don’t want it to be sex where obligations come before desire. That’s all.

“Well then… I’ll pay you, Mr. Gloria… consultation fee, with a dick…!

“Phew… I’ve been on the body selling side for a long time, but letting them pay for it with samen is also a bad idea and it burns…”

Erotic scrolly romance.

Sex in extremely masculine logic.

Mr. Gloria is a whore who has a deep understanding of it and can enjoy being the subject of it.

In a different way from Mr. Hilda, she is a woman who can be taken in empathy with a man’s desires.

Being a beautiful elf, and appreciating her rarity with that sensibility, I pinch my penis to Mr. Gloria, who sticks his hand against the wall and sticks his ass out.

Tilt her long hair, expose the line from her colorful ears to her nod, and in the dim room, Mr. Gloria gives herself up to my desires.

No, I myself am swallowed up by Mr. Gloria’s hot, damp desires.

“Hmm… Ugh… ♪ ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Mr. Gloria rubs his underbelly and speaks to his own womb.

“I’ve been starving. Here comes my cock -… heh heh”

“It’s progress for a beautiful woman to tell her own cunt she’s horny.”

“Right. You’re a rat…”

Is it the idea of the next porn scroll?… Oh, my God, is it wild to be sure too?

While I look forward to being a fan of the painter Gloria, let me encourage the whore Gloria as a guest who holds a consultation fee zamen.

Getting back and forth through the hot vagina. It moves from a slow, long stroke, like a deep breath, to a vigorously short, deep, uterine-targeting motion that progressively claims ownership of her vaginal meat.

With her hands against the wall like a child, Mr. Gloria thrusts out her hips with a suppressed gasp and greets her penis. Indulge.

With her unique, fully-enjoyed, entertaining, yet feeling spared and aggressive, long experience of sex, I am led in a straight line towards ejaculation.

“I don’t know… I don’t know… ♪ heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh”

“Ugh…”

“Let your womb wait in anticipation, drink properly……”

To Mr. Gloria, whom I incite, I will not defy, but slap her hips fine and hard, and ejaculate.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

Brrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrr…… and a penis that spits a different amount of cloudy juice all the time.

Take that, Mr. Gloria, who closes one eye to a little bitterness but cleverly loosens her vagina to let the juice escape and reflux.

“… hey, it’s male ejaculation… ♪ If it’s just the amount, it’s no worse than an orga at all.”

“… it was a treat”

“That’s dialogue over here. I eat, you eat.”

Mr. Gloria smiles at me as I work my penis vaginally.

“… well. Give the leftover juice to that sister. It was pathetic of you to just frame your sister and keep her waiting.”

“Yesterday there was an atmosphere to continue…”

“Yes, sir. I’ll ask you an excuse next time…………”

Chippon, and as she pulls her penis out of her vagina, Mr. Gloria sighs colorfully as she shivers her back.

I take that penis, and I look at Mr. Gloria’s ass, which is still exposed, and think about framing Leila again.

Right. Come to think of it, it’s pathetic that even though my sister is experienced in collar awarding rituals, there is only one virgin.

Before we repaint everyone’s collar, let’s say we get Layla’s virgin.

(cont ‘d)