Chapter 91 – 091. Subconscious Memories of the Owner of the Slave Cow Who Loves Slaves♡ Boo Bu Bu Yut in the Barn Naked ♡ I Was Milked and Overcame My Timidity
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Twenty.
Not a lot of age, but still an adult age.
Having lived my whole life as an aristocrat, I, Sylvia Armani Rune Lumir, had one wish.
I will be the female seed of the man who enslaved me.
After being born as a girl with mana, it was decided that her future life would be living as a witch.
I came to know that the life of a victor who can take a man as his own.
A dream that I naturally cherished as a girl.
What a noble must wish for.
It’s not just about receiving a man’s seed and getting pregnant, but being a slave toy with a meat toilet that thoroughly obeys the master’s position and is subjected to sexual harassment.
Can be achieved
It is possible if you are a noble.
The sound of bondage slaves has a certain magical power that makes women’s hearts thump.
In fact, slaves are in a lower position than servants.
It is a severe treatment that propertyizes people.
In reality, it is women who want to be enslaved.
But I can’t because of social responsibility.
I have a natural desire to become a female slave, but I can’t feel happy about forcibly stepping on top of others and commanding them.
All the nobles and ladies are supporting the world simply out of a sense of duty.
So they set up a new law and etiquette.
Only hope.
For slave sex.
To be mercilessly eaten by a male slave who was his only property.
That is the wish of every aristocratic woman.
Enduring growth while waiting for the day of the slave contract.
Thinking only of slave sex, he gets rid of the work of aristocrats.
Only for the leisure time to spend with slaves, you can gain strength from the boring aristocratic daily life.
There is a theory that women in ancient times were kept by men.
However, as the use of mana was discovered a thousand years ago and the great men who left their names in history were only divinations, ancient history lost its credibility like an illusion.
A wild herd is led by a male. As an exception, there is an ecology centered on seed-receiving queens, but in most cases, males are the leader.
However, females occupied the top 99.9% of humankind.
And mysterious things happen.
As if men did not want to be born, they began to be overwhelmingly behind women in the birth rate.
The newly born men are getting smaller and smaller.
It got worse as time went on.
It becomes weak as if it should be protected.
Above all, the number is small.
They were born far too few compared to women.
Ironically, the era of male competition among girls has arrived.
In the end, the absolute standard of beauty passed to men.
In a small male to female ratio, only the nobility could own a man.
Have the right to enter into slavery contracts so as not to be rejected;
It was the number of knights resurrected in advance before the number of men was reduced.
Of course, it is essential to put in layers of legal protection so that even if you are enslaved, you cannot dare to abuse a noble man.
But at the same time, since they are a powerful group, they also obliged the slaves to harass their masters several times so that they can enjoy luxury to their heart’s content.
Men who have been swept away by this social trend have lost their masculinity even more, and only their appearance has become shiny.
Men preferred strong, strong, yet beautiful women.
I, who used to have a particularly slender appearance among girls, had a complex about my appearance.
I was so afraid.
I kept thinking about what to do if the boy summoned by the familiar summoned me with contempt.
It’s not unusual.
Even if it’s not, men are reluctant to contact women.
Because of the women of the previous generation, the previous generation, and beyond, who simply exploited and enjoyed men from ancient times, it is not easy for the new aristocrats to naturally do trivial lewd things, let alone train boys of the same age to be men of their own taste.
A man who eats his master without hesitation.
The men of the generation decades ago will be the last.
Still, I couldn’t give up.
I want to be a pet female cat.
I want to become a slave animal for cum dripping.
I want to become a toy semen toilet that can be played with a lot!!
If you can’t look at the man who enslaved you with erotic eyes, what will be the hard work of enduring the witch’s education until now!
Precious men gradually become weaker and change into looks you want to protect, and the favored girl’s appearance was decided to be beautiful but strong?
50 years ago. Before I was even born, I heard that my mother, Cliana Armani Rune Lumir, was not treated as ugly as I was.
It may be because of her achievements that she is respected enough to be called as the Cliana of ‘livestock’.
Anyway.
My mother’s Mr. Slave is a big, muscular man who isn’t cute at all.
He is said to be a man of similar size who cannot be found now, but there were quite a few large men in those days.
Her mother’s good looks were not to be looked down upon at the time, she said plainly.
But why only me!
What. Mr. Noye pet me, and I also dear Mr. Noye as the man who seeded his mother.
However, it was difficult to understand how her mother fell in love with Mr. Noe one-sidedly.
That will be too.
Mr. Noye doesn’t look cute at all.
It’s just that her mother is her slave, so she likes it too much, I thought.
Besides that, it’s natural for a girl to look only at the man who gave her a virgin.
After home schooling, interacting with witches her age, and officially becoming a witch cadet.
My arrogance was mercilessly stripped.
Countless times I saw my mother who looked just like Noe being treated and eaten as a slave by Mr. Noe, and I believed that I could become like that too!
50 years.
The gradual change in half a century has made me miserable.
The male drought of humanity, which was already severe, intensified, and the appearance of the girls who received the young eyes of the small favors shed by men changed accordingly.
Research has also shown that this change is due to magical powers interfering in the bodies of girls in their growth phase.
The old-fashioned maternal feeling is gone, and when you are by my side, I feel reassured.
It certainly retains its beauty, but its breasts have shrunk and its lower body looks sleek, giving it an aura reminiscent of a cheetah or eagle.
Is it because the family is too good?
Until I became a cadet, I lived with an intensive education for elite aristocrats at home, limiting contact with the outside world to a minimum.
This is also a preliminary work to consider the boy to be summoned as a slave after the coming-of-age ceremony as the best.
I also willingly followed this to keep my innocence.
As a result, her growth period ended because she did not receive much attention from boys in evaluating her appearance.
I have to live with the same outdated body and face as my mother.
Was it despair knowing the truth that cute boys aren’t attracted to girls like me?
Even the same girls look down on my appearance, saying that I am weak.
What is 50 years
What about me
Honestly hone your skills.
If you gain real strength, their gaze will change.
But looks matter.
The gaze I received was the same.
Does Mr. Slave’s blood not work?
Why am I just like my mother!?
When I look in the mirror, unlike the other girls, I see silver hair that looks soft like a cloud and big red eyes like a rabbit.
You look weak.
He is tall, but his cute nose and small lips look soft.
There is no such thing as a strong impression.
It’s worse when you lower your gaze.
Big breasts like mother.
Is it fortunate that it is smaller than the head?
Every time I see it, a sigh comes out.
Thin waist.
Fleshy ass.
A shin that would break if kicked.
Feet that would crush if stepped on.
What is this.
I really hate it.
From my body, I can only save one chubby thigh.
He looks cuter than a boy.
It’s an old game that would have worked in the past.
Is this country
It reminds me of other strong and beautiful witches who are tough and seem to lose momentum when they face them in real life.
Contrast with me in the mirror.
Tears flow.
Stop!
-You shouldn’t belittle yourself as an aristocrat.
-Always maintain an elegant, dignified attitude.
-Therefore, when you are harassed by slaves, the pleasure you can get will be infinite.
Because of the absolutely disgusting teaching, I suppressed my self-ignorance.
However, the resentment did not go away.
It makes the atmosphere around the body stand up like a hedgehog.
He flaunts his clumsy, sharply raised eyes to those around him.
She walks with her soft silver hair fluttering.
Like a lioness
I claim not to be weak.
Established a motto.
No matter how much the other girls look down on you, let’s not admit it.
If you look at me with insignificant eyes, the only good thing is that I am a slave.
‘If you summon a boy, I will overpower you! As soon as I see you, I will treat you forcibly, leave a strong impression, and as a master, I will be proudly eaten!’
Through coincidence and obsession, she obtained Majo Brunnhilde’s spell.
Summons a special slave.
My life has changed since that day.
‘A slave who took a virgin from day one!’
I couldn’t believe the reality.
Coercively crushing and treating the owner as a slave.
I had the best day of my life.
The man I summoned was far from my original taste and did not look cute.
When our eyes meet, we get dizzy.
What if you stimulate it with a little fluttering?
Eyes full of lust tingle!
My self-esteem rises as I desperately feel the desire to eat.
He wasn’t cute, but his other strengths were really great.
Its large body was suitable for attacking my body.
Those mighty forearms are perfect for holding my back and pinning me down.
Its large palms and thick fingers are suitable for stroking and snatching small animals.
A big cock is wonderful because it relentlessly expands my tiny cunt hole and tames my vagina to slave size.
I ate without hesitation the terrible stamina-enhancing poisonous mushrooms that only women would benefit from, increasing my energy and the size of my cock, and driving me further.
Yes like this
My petty taste was corrected by the slave.
My standards were fixed from one to ten being slaves.
Heavy body, thick arms, big hands, big cock.
These are things that cute boys who want to protect everyone don’t have.
Hee hee!
How about a sweet whisper that makes your heart pound?
The way he compliments me for being pretty every day is the most pleasant.
The hand that sweeps the girl’s body without hesitation is erotic.
The dirty words that are delivered to the ear are thrilling.
How tenacious he is during his filth!
Heheung.
How to deal with slaves as nobles?
You have to seduce me so much and train me to be a man who will fuck a girl step by step?
What are you talking about?
Look at the slave who eats me with thrilling mating sex!
It looks like a wild beast eating its prey.
I was good at pretending to be weak as if I was being attacked by a beast every time.
In fact, you don’t forgive me if it’s a habit and you eat it.
My slave is the best!
And the slave said I was the prettiest.
Hee hee.
‘But why am I thinking like this again?’
Well, it’s not that I don’t like it.
At this time, I wondered if it would be better to try to become stronger or take a break and hang out with the slave.
Why am I reminiscing all of a sudden?
Hehe… ♡
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Really why?
Why did I suddenly think of this?
I’m sorry, I’m sorry♡
It might feel like something good.
What… ?
Panting… ♡
What is it really… ?
Churup… Tsk… ♡
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Hehe… ♡
