Chapter 290 – 290. Even After Giving Birth, the Mischievous and Naughty Master Told Me That He Wants to Play a Seedless Idol Sold at a Bargain Price? After All, the Life of a Slave Is a Series of Efforts
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As the loser of the match, I thought I would pay the price. However, Sylvia only smiled meaningfully, but she didn’t say anything. Even though she could ask for something as a winner…
It’s been a full moon like that.
I woke up early today too, after having a sticky bath time with Sylvia without the children’s knowledge, I spent the rest of the time sitting leaning on each other’s shoulders and enjoying the silence until the kids wake up.
During these fortnights, Sylvia led her entire family and spent three days a week in the world of witches.
Schedule to cross the dimensional gate almost every other day.
The reason Sylvia does this is to teach her daughters the basic teachings of nobles step by step, albeit at her low level.
Taking responsibility as her mother witch, she constantly instills in her children an awareness of being witches by making them live in her witch world.
If there’s one thing that bothers me in those days, it’s her education policy.
The elegant and dignified aristocratic family over there is a little, no, very bizarre by the standards of the earth.
I benefited from that too, but I couldn’t help but feel strange that her daughters would become slaves like Sylvia.
‘Ah-oh! I definitely think that the personality of Sylvia, whom I love, is so perfect. To do. Why do you think children grow up like Sylvia, so why do they want to meddle in education so much?’
I know that my feelings are contradictory.
I absolutely do not want my daughters to grow up to be careless people.
Just the idea that daughters want to tame slave children if they are cocky, or to live well alone without slaves at all?
‘Whew… I don’t know.’
Unfortunately, if it’s a son, it’s a situation where her daughter’s education has been nailed down for a long time to be in full charge of the same witch, Sylvia.
‘Ugh. I made a promise without hesitation. I’m confused as to when that was. I have no right to regret.’
Was it when he handcuffed her and tied her arms behind her back and slapped her ass with her doggystyle and came inside of her, or was it when he cummed on top of a slug during mating sex.
I’m confused which of the two positions it was, but I can’t return it because I promised it then.
In everyday life, it is common for masters who are on duty at night to tell their slaves about trivial and trivial demands.
Most of the time, it’s something like a pillowcase that puts in words that don’t really need my permission to increase the pleasure of submissive sex as a submissive master.
I usually gave permission for this and that, and I thought that the kind and pretty owner would never make a bad promise to me, so I promised Sylvia full power regarding my daughter’s education.
‘I should have gotten into the habit of being strict every time from the beginning. Even if I regret it now, is it too late?’
I’m sick of the results that have already been spilled.
It doesn’t hurt to put it in your eyes. As soon as the daughters became adults, they immediately became excited and summoned a slave to be their lifelong boyfriend and made a contract that was no different from marriage.
And single-mindedly… Naughty like Sylvia… You spend your daily life…
Swearing is rampant.
‘… Mahabanya Baramilda- Uh… Haengsimbanya hope… ? Let’s buy a whole lot of money. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.’
In order to calm her mind, I memorized the Buddhist sutras of Yamae, which I remembered moderately.
‘That’s why it’s a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of ‘.’
“My slave? What makes you look so serious? Do you have a headache? Do you want to lie down on your chest?”
Sylvia asked worriedly when I did a live show alone.
I asked again, bursting into laughter at her suggestion.
“Poop. Are you okay. Sorry for worrying you. But why cut the chest and not the knee?”
“Hehe. It’s nice that your chest is softer than your thighs. It’s okay, how about lying down for once?”
At repeated invitations, I pretended not to win and accepted.
“Well, it’s not soft and fluffy. Shall I ask you a favor then?”
“Lol. Slave-only master, I’ll be Colonel Cushion!”
Sylvia lay down on her back, and as if telling me to lie down, I raised her arms to make room for her to lie down.
“Hi-Hi. Come on, lie down.”
Sylvia smiled and asked what it was so good for her to use her breasts like a pillow.
“Yes, yes.”
I laughed at the same time and lay down slightly diagonally next to her lying down.
“Huh ♡”
A huge hill crushed by the weight of my head.
“Five… “
“Hi-Hi. How are you? Talk to me quickly.”
“Ummm, I can’t find words other than to say that this is good? It makes me want to stay like this forever.”
“Is that so!? Puch. I knew it was good.”
Where else have you seen something strange?
I smiled bitterly as I recalled Sylvia’s deep-sea den itself, her browsing history.
However, his expression quickly softened.
Certainly, there seems to be nothing to follow.
Amidst the silence, Sylvia spoke quietly.
“Oh yeah. Do you want to go to my mother’s house today?”
“Um—is that so?”
“Huh. Isn’t it too easy to decide? Do you know why you want to go? You didn’t answer without thinking, did you?”
What? I’m asking you today
While a bit puzzled, I explained why I agreed to go to my mother-in-law’s house.
“Because both the kids and Mr. Cliana really like each other whenever they meet. It’s good to go when you can.”
“Hehe. Like that. Okay then let’s go.”
Suddenly, he smirks slyly.
Have you even prepared a pervert outfit for a walk outside?
I guessed that, and prepared her mind to take her for a walk at any time.
The life of a slave is a series of tensions.
It sounds like a slap in the stomach, but it’s real.
‘I can’t let go of my heart if I want my kind, pretty, cute, and lovable owner to respond satisfactorily as quickly and accurately as possible.’
In a corner of my heart, I have the mental attitude to roughly violate my master like a slave.
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“Grandma!”
“Aleina is here! Tania and Rania too!”
“Grandma.” “Hello.”
My mother-in-law, who still did not fit the title of grandmother in the slightest, opened the door and ran out.
“Why are you running like that?”
“We are here.”
“Hmmmm. I’ll take care of myself today. Master’s master’s mother.”
“Ah, yes. Yes. Welcome everyone.”
Isn’t the horse’s temperature suddenly dropping?
It’s not to the point of being cold, but it’s a big difference from how she treats her daughters.
You have to think that it’s because you’re focused on your grandson.
To my mother-in-law who was striding toward me, I obediently took down Aleina, who was riding her wooden horse, and held her in her arms.
“Whoops. My beautiful granddaughter You’ve grown this much before you know it.”
“It is still small. I want to grow up quickly.”
“You’ll grow up soon.”
But when will you be old, mother-in-law? First of all, how old is your mother-in-law, no, how old are you?
‘… I’m probably over 100 years old.’
I didn’t ask though.
Because that’s such a stupid question.
“Are you going to stay outside? Let’s all go inside.”
“Yes. Leo.”
Still, the father-in-law is the same as usual.
I thought, but as soon as I went to the door, I took the twins from both Dark Bringer and Sylvia.
“Swimming.” “Be handsome.”
“Well.”
The twins dig into their faces, lifting their father-in-law’s bangs.
A little jealous
Why does the father-in-law have such insanely handsomeness that her children exclaim handsomely?
A ridiculous complaint rose up in her throat, but she fortunately swallowed it back.
‘Phew. Yes, because it looks good Let’s take lots of pictures of them holding each other. It’s a win-win.’
I’ve been passionate about photography for a while.
I liked taking pictures of the model.
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“After. I ate well.”
After having dinner with Cliana’s luxurious home-cooked meal, I returned to my room with Sylvia and lay down.
Since her cute daughters are still taken away by her mother-in-law, it is innocent even if she has the luxury of lying down right after eating.
“Lol. It will get dark soon. Where shall we go for the night?”
Sylvia came next to me as I lay down and sat with her buttocks close to me, and she made such a strange proposal.
However, as if it were natural, you use the word overnight instead of the word for a while.
“Yes. The owner wants to go out, but I have to go out. Take out what you brought.”
“Yes!?”
“Haha. Why are you embarrassed You want to go for a walk? No?”
When I said it with a smile as if I knew everything, Sylvia seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but then she opened her eyes slightly.
“Puhh. Isn’t it like that?”
“Uh? Wasn’t it?”
I had a bad feeling for a while.
“Walking isn’t bad, but today is different.”
“Anyway, you were right that there was something. I knew it would be like this.”
Well, since I went out all night and went out, it’s only natural that I stay, but I just kept my form and relaxed.
Despite my stupid form, Sylvia looked at her with eyes dripping with tears and crossed her arms.
“Then shall we go to teleportation? Tell me when you’re ready?”
“What do you have to prepare? Everyone won’t come into the room without notice, so let’s leave right away.”
“Ehehe. Okay. Gandat.”
Flashing for a moment.
And I fell into some darkness.
“Uh. What’s so dark uh? Sylvia?”
“Poo. Can you stay here for a minute?”
Sylvia, who slowly untied her arms, walked away from her side, leaving her with the words to wait.
‘I want. What else did this master prepare a place like this for today?’
I cast spells on my eyes.
Suggestion. I barely see through the darkness.
However, the entire space was darkened by magic.
“Her. Did you hide it so I wouldn’t see it?”
Expecting me to see through, meticulously spelled out measures that hurt my pride for no reason.
Sylvia I’ll have to take it a little harder and loosen it up.
As she continued to wait in the dark, she felt a little creepy.
Still, she believed in her and waited.
The light came on soon.
Wow!
There was a popping noise and the lights flashed.
“Her… This.”
Her eyes widen
The space I’m in is very spacious, whether it’s a closed room or a remodeled underground cavity, but it’s tightly blocked on all sides.
If you look carefully, there is a small exit on one side, but rather than that, I was distracted to see how this spacious place was decorated.
In a word, it’s like a concert hall.
It was equipped with countless lights, screens, and various stage equipment.
“This. If you look at the stage, you might— “
Hehe—!”
Just as the answer comes to mind, Sylvia appears.
It was unusual from the way it appeared.
A hole opened in the middle of the stage, and it came up slowly from below.
“Coke… !”
I cleared my throat and stole the bridge of my nose.
It was because I had a nosebleed.
Fortunately, no blood came out.
I looked at her, trying not to notice the flushed cheeks.
“Hmmmm… I wore it alone…”
“Lol. Are you surprised?”
‘What kind of respect… ?’
The appearance of her, who changed herself and appeared without my help, was artistically filthy and lewd.
The word “Slave only” Was written over the womb tattoo on her lower belly, and a heart slightly larger than a dot was drawn under her eye.
With some scribbles on her naked body, she wore a ‘knife’ around her neck.
A ‘knife’ that I used to have sex with before.
Sylvia, who stuffed it horizontally, which was a long restraint plate-shaped restraint tool that was stuffed around the neck of sinners in the Middle Ages, made the shape of a mountain by putting her arms side by side.
Even that wasn’t enough, and on her nipples, she attached jewelry that swayed like her earrings, and anal beads with a long cat’s tail attached to her hips.
She knew it was beads and not an anal plug because two of her beads were sticking out.
It must have been deliberately chosen to stand out.
“Eight♡”
“Big!”
Wow be surprised
Sylvia, who suddenly spreads her legs wide and shows off her bitten pussy to me, is startled and stares at me.
A pussy with transparent love juice dripping from under the shiny cleaning ring and the sucking sun clitoris wrapped in it.
Sylvia spread her legs so gaily at the subject of her prisoner-like knife, and she half sat down, uncomfortably lowering her body back so that her anus could be seen.
Let her smile with her lustful face… It’s kind of hard to think this way to the owner who became her baby’s mother, but it reminded me of her prostitute.
Of course, even a prostitute is an attractive fashion prostitute during the Sylvia period, which is single-minded to me.
“Huh… ♡ Then, from now on, I will start the performance of Sylvia, the slave idol of seedlings!”
She glared at my gaze as she dripped her cunt juice, giggling so that she could see her teeth, then she mentioned the performance straight away.
“Give me a score for how much I’ll pay for the ransom while taking a good, sticky look!”
With a click, a single audience seat was created.
Next to the chair that looks like a throne, there is also a set of tables with tablet PCs embedded in the slots as if to set a score.
While they are confused, the performance begins.
