Chapter 740

Chapter 740: Largest Collar Awards Ceremony Ever 7

The first opponents, Naia and Beatrice, are having Fennel and Jeanne wipe their lower bodies where the semen has dripped.

Does Fennel like to take care of others as a gender?

Well, I guess I’m free to just watch. I don’t know what I’m hosting, but all the sarcastic kids who come to the center are free ceremonies.

Jeanne… Somehow, the first obstetric female slave, I feel something like responsibility sprouting up.

And I feel that the eyes of the surrounding female slaves who see Jeanne also contain special respect for such things.

It’s only a seemingly smiling sight that a naked little girl is wiping away her daughters’ bodies that look older than herself, but the air drifting there is still a sense of distance between adults.

“Oh, don’t wipe it all off too much… he gave it to me because of it”

“You don’t have to worry about it. You don’t have to worry about it until it’s in your vagina. I’ll get pregnant just enough for what’s left in the baby. It was an extra minute when I drooled out, so if you leave me alone, I’ll get a rash.”

“Uh-huh.”

Beatrice seemed to spare the served samen being ruthlessly wiped away, showing Jeanne a slew of reluctance to be wiped, but she figured it wasn’t a good idea to ram and rub, either, eventually obeying.

Naia, by contrast, remained heavily left to Fennel.

“Excuse me……”

“It’s a long night. It’s hard to put it all behind you.”

“Yes……”

Fennel’s moist attitude still has strange motherhood. I don’t have kids, and I’m sure my age is still double-digit, and I’m supposed to be pretty young in here.

… It’s also amazing once again that just double digits form a young parenthesis. Yeah.

Well.

I have to pull my dick out of Galatia and go next.

Five dragons and two hookers, and the lady later turns for the aforementioned reasons, and the rest… the cat group of Azelrizel and the dark elf group of Mr. Knoll and the four others?

And Naris.

… roughly put together Naris and Azelrizel to think of Cat Route, Mr. Knoll and the others as Dark Elf Route.

Which route to go first, and five seconds to think as you look around at them.

Let’s make it Mr. Knoll and the others.

At the end of the day, it becomes a streak against powerful enemies. I want to put away the naris and cats that are going to give me a break before I do. I want to breathe.

“Mr. Knoll and Mr. Mira… come”

“Oh, we’re next?

“Hehe, nice to meet you.”

“What are you, Mira? -! If you don’t call me Seema, I’m gonna bump you! Lucino is good for anything else though.”

“Will you stop trying to make me naughty!?

All four sisters advance to the center of the new tavern.

A relatively long knoll and three sisters, more or less of average height or a little higher than that.

Nor does Mr. Knoll mean he’s taller than I am, but contrary to Mr. Deane, who shows more presence than his actual height, Mr. Knoll is in a constantly supple and colorful pose, keeping his consciousness from pointing toward a high height.

I wonder what it is. How can I speak of her atmosphere, or the feeling of being caught up in the “world”, before I recognize it as so?

It’s the first time I’ve noticed a sisters that dare to line up next door and say, “Ah, this guy’s pretty back-length,” but otherwise it always feels like only one person is emerging in my sight…… her tricks, her hips, her body angle, they all show off their distinct charm and don’t let a man’s gaze slip away.

Is it the professional ability of something called a dancer? Or is it because it is such a stand-up that it becomes like a legend as a dancer?

“Well, who do you collar from? Maybe we’ll put it on while the four of us commit a crime together?

Mr. Knoll turns his sight to try, scratching his hair up gently.

Mira in line next to me has short hair so it’s easy to understand, Seema and Lucino…… you really look like twins with your hair down. I can tell by the look on my face.

Their bright brown nudity lined up, all of them seeking slave sex with me for the rest of their lives… once again recognizing that, what a dream story, I feel dizzy (dizzy) about the lack of reality.

No, actually, more nudity still surrounds me than that, and needless to say, it’s all about swearing servitude the same way.

Before I met Selene, I was sneaking around looking at Mr. Deane’s naked and porn scrolls, only two years ago… could I have imagined a situation like this?

I can’t do it. There’s no way I can. Back then I was even beginning to think it was a dream story to bed in with just one woman.

“All collars, let’s put them on first… from Mr. Knoll”

“Mmm…”

Take the collar that was available for the bar counter a few steps away and go back.

Yellow for Mr. Knoll. Pregnant slave collar.

“Putting this on… also means constantly asking me to get pregnant, Mr. Knoll…. Again, are you sure?

“… hehe. I’ve told you so many times. If you can get pregnant, give it a try.”

Mr. Knoll brings that attractive nudity closer to me and whispers in his ear.

“Sole, if you put it on… I’ll re-say it cuter for you”

“………………”

Very, very loud throat.

It’s also very exciting to provoke, “If you can make me get pregnant, let me get pregnant”… but how does she rephrase it by accepting the proof of slavery?

Try to be paranoid, stop.

Waste of time using it for that. It’s a waste of energy to think.

It’s just that if you put the collar in your hand on her, that’s what you can hear.

Desert gemstone butterflies force pregnancy.

… with numbing excitement, I fit a yellow collar in my beautiful collar.

“… I put it on”

Mr. Knoll muttered in a voice that sounded somewhere like a bitter laugh.

I wonder how to interpret that. Would I have done something wrong? Or does Mr. Knoll have emotions I don’t even know about?

With a little confusion, I waited for her next word…… Mr. Knoll was as bewitching as ever, wrapping his arms around his chest to emphasize from the bottom, gently twisting himself.

“… your baby, let me have it all…. my husband…”

I whispered in such a moist voice as I had never heard.

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A gutsy shock.

The other daughters would say “obvious” but… I didn’t expect that free man, Mr. Knoll, to say this.

If you sit down, you get on your knees, but if you reach out, you escape, her of that cat-like nature.

To her flighty confession of love like that…… I can stick with you.

“… Doesn’t it look good?

Mr Knoll with a bitter smile.

… Oh well.

And the bitter smile I just had… you know what?

Somehow, I understand softly.

She has become a girlfriend and admires relationships filled with love. I just know it doesn’t suit my nature to travel and dance, or my attitude that I’ve been axing it.

I know wearing a collar is dishonest to my way of life like that, and confessions like this don’t suit me.

Still, I wanted to try.

Even if it’s heterogeneous to me, or if that’s why you don’t believe me.

Even as I gave up, I wanted to try.

Then.

“… I’ll just make you say it until it suits you one day. My pregnant slave, Mr. Knoll.”

Take it in the best possible mood.

I even accepted the dragons as slaves. Let me try to accept as much as Mr. Knoll’s such aspirations.

Mr. Knoll pointed a little at my words like that.

“… even though you’re a slave?

“No, so does Mr. Hilda and Mr. Deane.”

“… the Holy Beast, even though he’s quite old enough to call it away”

“That’s… ugh, hmm”

The criterion of renunciation is rather vague. Does the first relationship matter?

When you start out as a friendly relationship, you stick around afterwards, but you can’t resist calling them out even if they’re great if they’re not hostile and you doubt it.

We should sort that area out once… Is it?

“… call me Knoll tonight, sir…”

“of, knoll”

“… heh. It’s nice to finally be called that by Kung.”

Am I my brother-in-law or my husband to her?

Either way…… I guess you’re going to enjoy both. I’m sure.

Most of all, she hugged me and kissed me.

“Collar. Give it to those Cos, too…. because I’m already feeling pregnant.”

“Ugh, yeah.”

Mr. Knoll urged me to put the blue collar on Mira and the others.

“After all, Sister Knoll has an awesome tube to drop the octopus…”

“Until the other day, we’re virgins. We can’t have that kind of atmosphere.”

“Seema can’t do that, yeah.”

“Ya can’t even Lucino. Absolutely!

“He said both of you should stop. Andy… your husband’s in trouble with his collar.”

I wonder if these three people can’t have a moist atmosphere because of the three of them.

No, I’ll still have it.

I’d fuck any light vibe if the beauty told me to fuck you. I would.

(cont ‘d)