Chapter 733

Chapter 733: Colored Colors 7

The next day.

I knew from the beginning that the cats would be happy, so I’m taking the story to the subtle line of people today.

No, are you going to check rather than take it? Thank you. Looks like we’re going around first.

First, Mr. Knoll.

“I mean female slaves, but does that mean you can live here?

“Uh… no, I’m not saying that generally because some kids can’t live there”

“Answer with Jesus and no. Which one?”

“of, no”

“Yes. Fine, then. Give me that.”

Mr Knoll gave his full assent.

“… Yes, no, I’m giving the real thing to you the same day…. Is that okay, Mr. Knoll?

“I’ve heard so many times here that no matter what you say about slaves, the reality is different. The point is, do you admit to being your onna or not?

“… yeah, well”

“You don’t like me sleeping with other guys, do you?

“… yeah”

“Then it’s the same in the end, isn’t it? It’s just a difference between putting a mark on your finger or a mark on your neck.”

I think it’s a lot different in the public sphere, but aren’t you a lot poisoned by our flat female slaves?

“I can only dance here…… that’s a little too boring to bear. Look, aren’t you a numbo gathering people called Art? I don’t hate the countryside, but no matter how much you dance, you have the same face rash, the same reaction… there’s no tension.”

“Ha…”

“It’s going to develop here too thanks to the forest elves, but it’s a little too long to keep the arts relaxed until the city grows. Besides, white elves can’t honestly react to the art of dark elves. That’s right, until those humans admit it… I’m not in charge of the guts.”

Well, in short, as for Mr. Knoll, he has no objection to “being monopolized by me,” but he can’t stand still with his instincts as a dancer.

I can only imagine the feeling of people selling art because I’m not, but I think maybe that’s what it is.

The more impressive the art at first sight, the more times you see it, the duller the response will surely be. And even as the side you’re showing it to, you’re gonna get tired of showing it to someone like that sooner or later.

In the world of blacksmiths who make actual supplies, you can stick with “what is it because people get tired of it, good things are good things how many times you’ve got them,” but art is all about how people end up roaring. Mr. Knoll’s desire should never be something he can fool around with.

“The white collar ring I plan to give to Mr. Knoll… uh, he’s kind of a temporary licensed guy, and unlike other female slaves, he’s a newcomer… he’s a kid who hasn’t gotten into much depth.”

…… Is that different from the others? I mean, what are the pros and cons?

“… I have trouble getting stuck in too seriously, but you can take it off more easily than the other collars…”

“You can take it off, you know… I mean, you can sleep with other guys, like?

“… uh”

I don’t mean anything like that, but I have trouble gazing at Mr. Knoll like I would explore.

Sounds a bit like chicken when you think about it.

The woman said she wanted to drink the title of female slavery, but she decided for herself whether she could take it off.

Mm-hmm. But I wasn’t meant to put Mr. Knoll into female slavery by nature… and there’s also a part about him being asked to be overmanly there.

Mr. Knoll laughed bitterly at me for starting to hold his head.

“What other collar? The fact that white is for beginners means there are collars in other colors, right?

“Huh? Um… I’m planning on having a yellow fertility hope and a blue collar for everything but fertility”

“Sort of. Bye…”

Mr. Knoll leans his lips against his ear.

“… I’m yellow. Paint it again.”

“Eh.”

“Hehe. If you can get me pregnant, let me get you pregnant, I told you before…?

Mr. Knoll is a whisper voice and takes a hell of a nasty step.

I rang my throat.

“… would you say that to a dosquebe like me?

“Doskebe, I don’t hate my brother’s real sex…”

… Somehow, that’s Mr. Hilda’s sister, isn’t it?

So, Mira and the three sisters are also contacted.

“You’re a female slave. It’s not going to be a fun day.” “

“The winter rush seems like a rush, but I liked this town. He said he’d hire me with Mr. Cosmos.”

“What, you’re finding a job faster than us at Seema’s!?

“Hmm. Lactating Luchino is different from being a person.”

“Doesn’t milk matter – though!?

… a really light nori, all three were willing to live in polka as female slaves.

“… I wonder if that’s okay”

“Ah, tell Brother Carlos what a good feeling it sounds like up there. If you’re in trouble, Nancy, if you tell your sister-in-law, she’ll probably fit in a circle.”

“Well, isn’t it okay to leave me alone? Anyway, your father’s merchant army is coming here for the elf trade, right?

“Because we’re Onyx women, I mean, I felt sorry for the talc guys who couldn’t even get their hands on this beautiful girl.”

“… Wow, Lucino, do you want me to say it myself? Do I say beautiful girl? At 100?

“Phew, you usually treat me like a 100 year old kid!?

Selene told me, too, but I still wonder if these people are really okay, even if I know they’re 100.

“So, if you become a female slave, you’re gonna fuck me more than you do now, right?

“Heh heh. I don’t know what to say myself. I’m so sketchy. Andy, I don’t know if you want to let go.”

“… Seema, can you say that in front of the dragons, like that Sharon woman?

“… you may not have won, but you shouldn’t have!

Seema seems confident in the body anyway, and being enslaved by a female is also positive “because she was recognized for her charm”.

And Mr. Lucino is also being idolized as breast-feeding milk, but by white elf standards, a fully selfish body. What a special sexuality is a man who can worship those tits and say “disappointed”.

“Well, give Mira and the others a white collar ring…”

“White means like a female slave apprentice, doesn’t it? I heard that.”

“I wish I was a bee”

“Hey.”

… I hear someone rattled out what collar color means first.

Fine, but this is the secret code that only passes between me and the female slaves, so it doesn’t make sense when it’s leaked to the outside world, does it? We need to convince everyone in the city that we’re only 'starting to color our collars for stylish purposes”. I guess you’re gonna be okay, huh?

“… sometimes the yellow of fertility hope and the blue collar of all porn”

“Oh, I’m lost.”

“Oh, I like blue.”

“Hmmm…… sure it’s just a little further before they plant the kids…… I mean, if you wear blue, normal etch gets nasty, or do you have to have birth control?

“No, that’s not particularly true.”

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Blue, then.

Mr. Seema and Mr. Lucino, blue hope.

Mr. Mira got a little lost and ended up blue.

… That’s Mr. Hilda’s sisters. Is that all you can convince me of?

I was looking for Mr. Cosmos and Mr. Gloria, who were helping paint the wooden walls at an example Mr. Cosmos snack terrace appointment.

“This is what Mr. Gloria does.”

“What did you think it was all about paintings?

“You said you specialize before.”

“Because suddenly it’s a hassle to be asked to be noble. Oh, I just said it. I’m good at paint degenerative witchcraft, and I’m too idyllic to sell Onna here. Work, work.”

I think it’s quite manual labor, but it looks like fun.

Unlike me, who don’t think much about wage work while I’m here, or my colleagues who tend to indulge as hot springs guests because of my work as a special task force being anomalous, do they also have to think hard about how they can get a dime when they’re new here?

Mr. Gloria, I also took out the house that was in the harmonium. Nothing to think about…… so I guess it’s not time to go.

“So, I’m just checking. Mr. Gloria, what are you gonna do about the next ceremony?

“Ceremony…… of the collar? Of course I told Mr. Selene I was going to go.”

“Uh… the”

I wonder if this man will be a female slave. So far, I guess it’s reasonable to say that it’s usually just my interest as a painting, and I’m not going to go into it.

It won’t be much of a push from this side. The interaction with her is still shallow to make the story of the female slaves a real one. Is there any rush? Normally in the direction of giving you a white collar ring.

… and Mr. Cosmos stood beside him without a sign when he tried to end up convinced on his own.

“Wow.”

“Hello, Mr. Smythson. Of course I will, and I will be a gutsy female slave.”

“… Yes”

“Doesn’t it feel like something’s bothering you?

“Yes, no, there’s a feeling that Mr. Cosmos simply can’t come up with the elements to get that far into me.”

Mr. Cosmos looked strange.

“I don’t think there’s a reason I’d rather not let you in.”

“… Huh?

“You can talk about Mr. Smythson’s face, his penis, his connections, his abilities and his personality, every single one of them, right?

“Uh…?

Nothing. We’re not in a deep relationship, so much?

“Now you didn’t get to know each other deeply… did you? Whores are basically creatures who deserve a man who just comes to ejaculate in a few moments.”

… did.

In this sense, is the speed of a person’s discernment different from that of a man’s side?

If you send Mr. Gloria a chilling glance, he’s sneering bitterly.

“There’s no way for a man to know anything. Even if he’s only the other guy of the night, we understand it much deeper overnight, and he’s alive long enough to be sure his eyes aren’t wrong.”

…………

“Besides, I’m still called a tall, fancy whore. Luxury whores come in full of information from various places. I know you’ve accomplished a lot, trusted a lot of people, and you’re going to save a lot of people, and that’s why I want to be as close as possible to people like that, and if I can, I want to satisfy my instincts as a female.”

…………

Again, I think this guy is special.

It just doesn’t seem natural to me, and that kind of worldly intentions and preferences exist.

If I cut and dumped that as creepy, I’m sure it wouldn’t be for the future, I guess. There are already plenty of other high-profile female slaves, and I guess someday the time will come when the feeling should be understood as a real feeling, too.

I think as I look at the smile she would have worn in her unyielding, truly unyielding life of over 400 years.

“Oh, of course, the collar is blue, please. ♪ Whore, I won’t let you use child making only a waste of time ♪”

“Uh, what’s that? Did you increase the color?

“She was newly set yesterday. ♪ Yellow is a pregnant slave, white is a tempting slave, blue is a serving, playful slave ♪”

Serving Love Slave.

What’s that literal word? I’ve never heard that before.

I mean, where are you really leaking information from?

“Uh, well, then I’m in blue, too. Regards.”

“No, Mr. Gloria meant to be white.”

“Blue!”

Mr. Gloria. As soon as I’m stirred up, I don’t think I should take it later and stop standing.

… I mean, I don’t see any kids coming out to accept the white collar as is. What should I do?

(cont ‘d)