Chapter 45 – 44. Yuria Protes Doubts Her Eyes.
44
The two men outside the door were shocked by the sudden banquet, but now Yuria didn’t care about that.
The important thing is that you may have a toy to relieve the stress accumulated in your body right now.
Fundamental funds for purchasing sex slaves.
And to feed and sleep them outside the mansion without her husband’s knowledge, a considerable amount of money secretly leaks out of her pocket.
To top things off, now her husband, a statistician, is the housekeeper and is monitoring where Yuria’s money is leaking.
The appearance of Veles, who whispered that she might need a sex slave, made Yuria very happy.
He seemed to have a much better brain than the other slave traders who didn’t communicate and were blinded by money.
Seeing through her own circumstances and even approaching her, she felt a bit embarrassed on the one hand, but Yuria gave more points to his courage in coming to her.
“Hmm. It’s 12 o’clock…”
“Count… “
─Click
If the story goes well, everything will be over in about 10 minutes, so you can eat lunch then.
Now, it would be better to ask carefully what hand that man has.
Yuria closed the door tightly to create a space for the two of them, then turned around behind her, brushing her messy bangs.
“There. What’s your name?”
“…My name is Veles.”
“Veles. Okay. Veles?”
“…”
“Sex slave. I asked if you still need it?”
It was the first time I had seen a slave statue in bright light.
When I visited the “Market” Several times, all I could hear was the voice of a man wearing a hood, as if he had promised.
There’s only a small difference in height and size, but this is the first time I’ve seen the face of a slave trader…
“You’re right.”
Klopp.
YuRia’s neck was secretly twitching as she looked up at Veles.
At 170, there were many men who were similar to or slightly taller than him, but this man was looking down from above as if it were natural.
180? No. Is it around 185?
“… Count Protes?”
Her face was quite smooth, and her voice was low and heavy, the opposite of her husband’s loud whimper.
A sharp drop neckline. Shoulders stretched indifferently to the side…
This too. It is the exact opposite of the pitiful and pitiful body line of a statistician.
Obviously, he is a man who has worked out a lot.
It’s rare to find a man this good unless he’s a carpenter or a blacksmith, but he seems to be taking good care of himself.
“Hmm…”
…I can’t buy this guy.
YuRia scanned his body thoroughly with tired eyes, and answered in a low voice.
“You want to sell me?”
“…That’s right.”
“To what extent are you aware of my situation?”
“To be honest, yes.”
“Did you buy this room to contact me too?”
“That…”
“Well?”
“That’s not it.”
Yuria threw obvious questions as if playing catch to check the facts.
She looked up at Veles’ face, questioning the ball that didn’t return.
“No? Then why did you buy this room?”
“…For me to write…”
“This room?”
Why would a slave trader use a room like this?
All you have is a good quality bed, but you probably didn’t buy it just to sleep.
If you want to keep slaves, there will be an area for them in the market, so you can pack them one by one.
“Why?”
Frustrated by his incomprehensible behavior, Yuria finally decided to listen to him directly.
“Where are you going to write it?”
“…Didn’t you ask the count earlier?”
“Whoa… Answer me straight. I’m getting annoyed at using my brain right now.”
I’m already tired, but I get annoyed when he throws something to think about.
Until recently, what Yuria was curious about was not the reason why the slave trader bought this room, but how many slaves he could sell at what price.
How much looks and energy your slave has.
At what price do you intend to sell the slave? And if you can buy it in installments over a long period of time to avoid prying eyes from your husband.
Since I can’t bring them into the mansion due to circumstances, is there a way to keep the slaves separately? Etc.
In the meantime, when another question arose, YuRia’s head throbbed after staying up all night.
“Sex slave, do you need me in the shower…”
“Yes. I need it. I need it. But I heard you bought this room for yourself? Not to meet me.”
In the end, Yuria’s graceful voice distorted little by little.
Veles, on the other hand, all looked down at her with a puzzled expression.
“…? Yes that’s right.”
“Ah… For real…!”
Suddenly, the conversation does not proceed as if something is out of place.
Who the hell is the problem?
‘A stupid slave trader? Or is it me who can’t turn my head properly because I’ve been awake for a long time?’
I’d rather get a good night’s sleep for about 20 hours and talk to this idiot again.
YuRia took a step back and pondered how to meet him again.
‘Address… No. If it’s a letter or something, he might see it if he finds it.’
“I’ll be back at this time tomorrow, talk to you then, slave trader.”
“Yes? A slave trader…?”
“Yes. What’s the problem this time?”
“Well, what I’m selling is not a slave, but my body…”
“…”
“…”
Yuria was about to go back with the hat she had taken off to talk.
She stood tall at Veles’ answer.
“You? A sex slave saved money to buy a room?”
“No. I’m not a slave, but this… I don’t know what to explain…”
The conversation seems to be progressing, but it stops in place again like a misaligned cogwheel.
But it was much better than before.
YuRia turned her hand, which had been reaching for her hat, back to its original position and carefully scanned his body up and down.
Although I thought it was an attractive body for a slave trader.
Even if you change the standard to sex slaves and take a look, the evaluation of an attractive body is not shaken.
This is because there are numerous sex slaves who were not able to eat in the first place.
‘If you’re a slave like that, at least 5 gold coins…’
“…For those of you who, like the Count, are interested in that… Sexual act…”
Veles began a lengthy introduction. However, Yuria had no interest in such things.
All she was interested in was Veles’ body chattering in front of her and the white bed behind him.
“…Even though it’s not a sex slave! I get paid to do the same thing as a sex slave…”
What kind of expression would he make if I stepped on his cock with his thick wrists tied behind me?
“…I’m pretty confident in my body, and I’m starting a new business with it…”
When you flinch and try to ejaculate, howl with your heel… What kind of sound would you make if you trampled on the root?
“…So, if you pay me one gold coin at a time, have sex with me on this bed…”
Number 1.
No.2.
Number 3.
If you try to settle down without a break, when will you beg for help?
Already in Yuria’s head, she was harassing Veles’ cock as much as she had ever been able to.
“Anyway.”
“…”
“Aren’t you going to make your body work like a sex slave? If you pay.”
“That’s right.”
“I’m a woman with a husband? I’m not a sex slave, wouldn’t it be adultery if I had sex with you?”
“Fire…”
“Well. As you’d expect, I’m not at all happy with her husband.”
One step.
Food. Laughing, Yuria approached Veles’ body.
“Did you ever think of it as a risky business?”
“…Yes?”
“Then, what if I get raped enough to die for me, who is thirsty for sex…”
Two footprints.
Now it was close enough that I couldn’t see his feet under my chest.
Belly that gets hot little by little. And the heavy sinking atmosphere was a bonus.
“Will you give me a gold coin so that you can enjoy your body to the fullest?”
“…”
Three steps.
Beyond the thin dress that covers her chest, her suit barely touches her.
“Not in front of me, but in front of other nobles. Especially if it was in front of a woman who has nothing but sex in her brain like my friend…”
“…”
“As soon as I said that, I would have been raped enough to break on that bed with my limbs broken and my balls creaking… “
In the frozen air for a moment.
Earth-colored grains bloomed one by one from Yuria’s fingertips, her hands behind her back invisible to Veles.
“A gold coin… Well, good.”
“…”
“The guilt of raping the common people. And if you put a price on your apologetic mindset of a gold coin… I think it’s okay. If you keep your mouth shut, nothing will happen here.”
Yuria smiled slightly.
Short words came out of her mouth.
“Earts.”
Earth magic. The basic skeleton of that piece magic.
The magic that sculpts the rising mana according to the user’s will was quietly cast in the frozen room.
“Huh…”
After carving out monotonous and boring shapes for the lectures for a while, Yuria started to get excited little by little.
The look she hadn’t made in months.
To bind a person’s wrist so tightly that it cannot be moved.
Completely take away freedom.
Clearly imprinted above and below.
Handcuffs.
It can never be solved by human power, and the only way to solve it is with Yuria’s permission.
The handcuffs she had worn around the slaves’ wrists over and over again appeared on Veles’s wrists.
“…Uh?”
For a while, I was taken back by the handcuffs that had been secretly wrapped around my wrists.
In an instant, after being pulled back, they faced each other, and Veles’ hands were sealed so that he could not do anything.
“Eh…!”
It was just before the bed, so the effort was relieved.
With a cute scream, Yuria pushed Veles’ body onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
Fortunately, as if he didn’t hate it, Veles quietly accepted Yuria’s body without resisting.
“Sleep, wait a minute. Count, take off your clothes…”
“Do you think I don’t even know how to take off a suit? All you have to do is unbutton it. I’ll take it off myself, so stay still…!”
Oh this feeling…
This feeling I couldn’t feel in a boring bed with my husband.
The ecstasy of tying up a man and treating him as he pleases makes Yuria’s head throb.
With her wrists helplessly tied behind her back, Veles silently accepts the embarrassing hand…
How embarrassing would you be now?
Would he want to beat himself to death for asking if he needed a sex slave?
After brushing the flowing hair once again, YuRia put her hand on Veles’ belt.
A cheap belt with no manufacturer or anything. It is unnecessary clothing for sex slaves.
YuRia’s soft fingers gently ran down Veles’ firm lower belly, then pulled out the belt upwards and threw it out of the bed.
“Whoa… Whoa…”
Was taking off your clothes such an exciting process? If I had known this was going to happen, I would have bought the slaves at least one pretty set of clothes…
“…Ah?”
Belt. Pants. And Yuria’s hand, which had been moving forward to her panties, suddenly stopped in place.
Because there was something strange in the pants.
“Muh, what, no, wait…”
YuRia unwittingly pulled the panties that had been pulled down half way back into place.
I went back to the beginning as if nothing had happened, but the scene I saw earlier was firmly imprinted in my head.
“Is this… What…?”
Flash. Flash.
YuRia’s eyes fell for a long time on Veles’ bulging panties.
I am completely speechless at the shocking sight of even flinching and thicker protrusions.
“…”
In the end, Yuria’s brain started to have an in-depth discussion about what the scene she had just seen was.
First.
There is a large lump between his crotch.
Therefore, as a reward for scorning the nobles, I immediately cut my throat and leave this room.
But if you don’t have two lives, why do you have to do this?
Therefore, this reasoning is most likely wrong.
Second.
The rest of the tiredness, I ended up looking at the empty thing.
That’s why I still lift my panties with all my might…
No, even that sight of her gradually flinching and lifting her panties more and more couldn’t be fake.
Therefore, this reasoning must also be wrong.
Third.
Except for the immediate impossibility,
The unbelievable truth…
“…”
Between Velez’s crotch was a cock the size of a forearm.
How likely is that?
Judging that all three of them were inaccurate, YuRia glanced at her wrist and once again grabbed Velez’s panties with both hands.
Even if you do this, nothing will be solved. I thought I’d check it out again.
—Tung
And with the feeling that something bounces out with all its might,
YuRia could once again see clearly with her own two eyes what was inside her.
