Chapter 97 – 097. Talking Sub-Race Bitches and Dumb Monster Females Are Said to Fuck the Villagers! 2 Nights 3 Days Outdoor Practice Day 1
Sylvia said.
“Then, as nobles, you can’t get soil dirty, so it’s better to build a building first. Above all, you can’t put slaves on the cold floor! Who will do it?”
“Ugh, Sylvia, among her students, you are the only witch who can build a building. Do you want to be mean?”
“… Words with a fixed answer, forbidden…”
“Eh-hum! I can’t. I have to step in.”
Sylvia stretched out her breasts to show off.
She then pointed her wand in front of her and cast her spell.
Then soon
Rumble… !
Quad deuk… !
With the [Craft] Magic written by Sylvia, a watchtower is built.
It was a narrow but tall tower.
Since there was no entrance, it seemed that the only way for the witches to go up was [Leviation] Or [Fly] Magic.
“Come on, Julius, let’s hug your sister~?”
“Ah, I’ll hold you on my own, so don’t talk like that… Embarrassing… !”
“… Here is my cushion for Dale… “
Po-ok
Hayley and Jan, each gently seducing a slave.
Gently, he presses his head against his chest.
The shy expression was buried in the flesh, and the sinister eyes trembled accordingly.
Hehe.”
“… Heh… “
A reddish blush appeared on their cheeks.
Those two would be the kind who succeeded in getting a slave to serve at night.
Every break in the middle of the lecture, arrogantly boasting about breaking the hymen with a slave cock is the daily scene of St. Georgia Magic Academy.
If it is enough to follow practice like this, it is 100% certain.
No longer a virgin, she blushed at each slave and small skip-ship, and the way she liked it seemed to see me and Sylvia in the past.
Among the nobles who are not freshmen, such as Hailey and Yan, the witches who did not come to the field practice with their slaves are more regrettable.
I have to cheer the witches who couldn’t accompany me because they haven’t gotten close enough to slaves yet.
“Sylvia.”
“Yes!”
Do-do-do.
Sylvia approached my call.
I put my hands on her thighs and under her back and lifted her up.
Soft and light body.
Unlike the other masters and servants, Sylvia and I acted backwards.
I, the slave, jumped up holding Sylvia in her princess embrace.
Landing on the flat floor at the top of her tower, I held her tight and put her Sylvia’s feet on the ground with her head buried.
[Levitation].
Another master servant, who floated up holding the slave tightly, comes up following him.
Beyond hugging a slave, being hugged by a slave!
Sensing the difference in level, they landed on top of the tower, looking at Sylvia with her envious eyes.
Sylvia, with her arms wrapped around me, only turned her head to look at them and smiled condescendingly.
Then hate it.
Sylvia melts as she strokes her hair to help manage her expression.
Somehow, Yan and Hailey’s envious eyes only get worse.
“Puha-“
Dale, whose head was removed from between Jan’s breasts, hurriedly fell.
“Ah…”
Dale hesitated at the regretful voice of Yan, then spoke as if making excuses.
“Ugh, when I get trapped in my master’s chest, it’s painful because I can smell the dirty smell.”
“M-I’m sorry…”
What kind of conversation is that?
It seemed that I was the only one who was dumbfounded.
Sylvia opened her mouth.
“There’s also a resting area under this, so it would be good to have two guards on the left and right sides, changing one every hour.”
“Yes? If you cycle, only the first shift will take an hour, and then you’ll get a fair hour off every two hours thereafter.”
“… Two girls look left and right… Not a bad idea…”
“Since Sylvia did the building, would you like Sylvia to be one of the first two guards? And you shift first.”
“As time goes by, is it the same in the end? You two go first. One of you takes the right side. Every hour, the shift shifts to the left, the guard on the left goes to the right, and the guard on the right goes to rest.”
Isn’t the first buncho the best?
I had a question for a moment, but I roughly agreed that it wasn’t necessarily because it wasn’t an overnight watch and it was a system in which only one person in a two-person group took turns.
“Since the slaves came along to field training, let’s do it together when resting and working together. Are you a slave who opposes it?”
“I agree-.”
I answered Sylvia’s question faster than anyone else.
Julius and Dale hesitated, didn’t know what was what, and just followed me.
“Yeah, do it!”
“I agree… ? This.”
Hayley and Jan were reluctant to put their slaves to work, but they were glad they could stick together.
“I’ll be back in an hour, so suffer.”
Leaving them behind, we went down the stairs.
When Sylvia reached the dark floor below, she hung a magic lantern on the wall to light it.
When the two of them were alone, Sylvia laughed and said strangely.
“My slave, it’s less than an hour, so let’s just fuck each other♡”
“Kuh, Sylvia. Don’t you just want to rest?”
“This is a break… ♡”
Ah, Sylvia, who took out household items such as a sofa or table from her bag and decorated them around her, grabbed my hand and pulled me.
Her impatient look was like that of a female cat in heat.
Time the hourglass on the table and toss it.
The hourglass, which was thrown with good tact, landed straight without tipping over.
After sitting me down on the sofa, he hurriedly grabs the mantle and pulls it off.
She stripped off all of her clothes, including her sweater, shirt, skirt nipples and panties, and then, naked, she tightened herself under me as a slave.
“Slave Yusei, as the owner of a toilet for slaves, do you dare to offer your goddaughter… ?”
“Oh, what kind of play is that?”
“Shh! Shh! Yusei Doo! Always being oblivious to dirty subjects. If your master does this, just step on him like a slave!”
It was Sylvia who bowed her head, raised her head, and opened her axe’s eye as she demanded.
She flaunts her pretty, sultry body, not wearing a single thread, and lies back on her forehead until her forehead touches the floor, waiting for her slave to step on her.
She put her foot on the top of her bowed head and pressed it.
“Ugh… ♡”
Push- Push-Ik-!!
Master Maso who spurts the tide vigorously and wets the floor with pussy liquid just by being stepped on.
To impress the slave, he lifted her ass high and squeezed it as far back as possible.
I painted her shoe polish so that I could step on her at any time.
Thanks to that, even if I stepped on her with her shoes on, her soft silver hair was slightly pressed, but not a single speck of dirt was left on her.
On the contrary, Sylvia soiled her own mouth as she drooled on her.
As soon as she fell off her feet, she lifted her head and saw her lewd expression. He lifted her chin and kissed her, licking the corner of her mouth and wiping it away.
“Chung… ♡”
As I pinched and twisted her ever-erect nipples tightened by her teat rings, with her kisses mixing her tongue, she soon climaxed again and pushed push push push.
The weak body of the owner was the most erotic.
There is no other experience that can be compared, but I am confident that it is the best in the world without having to try it.
“Hey… ♡ Chun… ♡ Bee… ♡”
When his mouth was about to fall, his tongue fluttered and begged to play with it.
When I held it in her hand and touched it, Sylvia was delighted with her shivering.
“Let’s play granddaughter? Are you going to be treated like a toy?”
“Hey… ♡ Whoa… ♡ Hehe… ♡”
The eyes are hazy.
Holding her tongue, seeing her say something, I let go of her hand, and she regained her senses with regret.
“Huh! Hmm-! It was just good. But! From now on, except when you go to your shift, you will be treated like a girl who lost to a blackmail bet and became a slave prostitute who is subordinate to you, so you have to bully her all day long!”
“No, isn’t the exclusive slave prostitute a novel you read before?”
“Kko, what am I supposed to do? I also want to be your exclusive slave prostitute…”
Do you want to be a slave prostitute? I couldn’t refuse because I was the one who provided the cause.
A job where prostitutes do not exist in this world.
Still, it was present in the novel. Sylvia brought it into her room while I was resting and read through everything she read, and she appeared in it.
It was written by an imaginative writer.
She died in an absurd way by falling over a stone after living as a boring absolute witch, but when she thought she was dead, she woke up as a vicious man’s exclusive slave prostitute in another world and lived a life of subjugation for the rest of her life.
The memories that remain in the body of the main character’s body are her lamentation over her own pitiful and unfair situation.
On the contrary, the absolute archwitch is a virgin who somehow lived without a companion slave, and a person with masochistic tendencies.
While she pretends to be disliked by the evil man, she secretly lives a happy and erotic life while being abused and trained.
In her work, she regains her strength by gathering magic in her new body to become more healthy and erotic, but the man did not properly notice her physical condition or inner thoughts, and continued to develop rough assistants for the rest of his life.
At that time, she sat on top of me, spread her legs wide open, and read a book while being chewed on by her goddaughter.
“Ugh. Then am I the master again?”
How many times have you played Sylvia’s master in one year?
“… I’m running out of time, so I’m going to skip it, but just like in the book, I lost to the blackmail bet and became a humiliating slave prostitute, so should I treat it as it is?”
Saying that, Sylvia found her belt bag among the clothes she had thrown off.
She puts her hand in her child’s space and takes out her dog’s collar and leash.
When did it start?
I took her leash and pulled it tight.
“Kuu… !”
Sylvia’s expression changed to a look of humiliation as her leash was pulled.
I also caught the mood.
Is he a bad guy There’s really nothing I can do about this.
My master wants to be a slave prostitute, so I should treat him like that. What should I do?
I’ve done something similar many times in the past.
“Hey, bitch! Take off your pants.”
“Damn… ♡ Why am I talking to a guy like this?”
Sylvia struggled to suppress her sweet voice as she pulled down my pants and pulled out my cock.
“Hick!”
“What are you surprised about?”
“I-I am a virgin! If you see something dirtier like this, gulp. No, it’s natural to be surprised!”
What she saw in her novels was, surprisingly, her gender reversal.
By my standards, it’s a reversal between men and women. It is reversed twice and returned to its original state.
Sylvia seeing her dick as dirty is a reaction that fits the story.
The main character of the novel and Sylvia were also acting.
Anyway, let’s try to act as annoying as possible.
“Hey, a virgin? Haha. Come over and sit next to me.”
“Eww… You, you bastard!”
She clumsily covered her body in a naked dog collar with nipple collars and sat down next to me.
As she sat down on the sofa, she pulled her hand into her cock.
“Ugh… Sirut… ♡”
I try to get her hands off her, but she forces them back and forces me to hold them.
“Hass. I’m sorry… ♡ Don’t touch… ♡”
She spread her legs too and put her hand on her, and Sylvia thumped and tapped her chest with her little palm.
“From now on, you will have to live as my exclusive slave prostitute, but if you want to live comfortably, it would be better to obey in advance? Hehe.”
“Hey… ♡ It’s too much… ♡”
It was Sylvia who couldn’t do facial expressions.
She’s trying to put on a scared expression, but her eyes are sweetly wet and her mouth is twitching.
‘I can’t see how to compensate for the acting that accompanies sexual acts.’
She gives up and opens her tight cunt and teases her clitoris.
“Hey… !? What, what… ♡!”
Sylvia shuddered as if she were experiencing her pleasure in her erogenous zone for the first time, then quietly twitched her cock.
No, she’s a virgin.
She can break the mood, so she has to let go of her again. Damn, it’s ugly, but the conversation part is lust. That’s all bullshit.
“Ah, that is a pleasure.”
“Pleasure, pleasure… !?”
“Yes. And yes, grabbing and shaking the cock of the man touching her cunt. Don’t you know such an obvious thing?”
“… Me, really?”
Sylvia, who fools her like an idiot and starts beating her goddaughter.
She is like that even in her work, and she only pretends to be deceived in the end. I’m playing a guy who believes he’s cheating.
She laughs meanly and inserts her fingers into her pussy hole and gets fucked.
“Hey! Crane… ♡ Hehe… ♡ This is strange… ♡ A bad guy like you should feel bad… ! Oops… ♡”
Feeling ejaculated after a while, I pulled Sylvia’s hair and bit her cock.
“… Oops!? Um… !! Haum… !? Whoop… ♡”
He presses down on Sylvia’s head while continuing to move her hand as it squeaks inside her vagina.
She was forcibly pressed and held her cock as she squirted her pussy juice.
She seemed unusually unwilling to swallow her semen for her performance, but the lack of space in her mouth forced her to gulp after all.
The shameful facial expression that follows.
… Although he is working hard, the corner of his eyes are bent and he feels happy as if a heart appears in his pupil.
Sylvia swallows her semen and pours out her already-cooked love juice again.
“Um… ♡ Um… ♡ Whoop… ♡ Haum… ♡”
That’s how the time of sharing a lot of fucking daughters who were treated as slave prostitutes was repeated.
Suddenly, she felt the need to dress up.
Beep-!
It was because after about 50 minutes, the hourglass ran out of sand and the alarm sounded.
“Ha ha… ♡”
“Wake. We have to go up now.”
“Nueeh… ♡”
Washing her wandering Sylvia with her magical tools and dressing her.
Going up to the shift, Hayley and Jan glance at Sylvia, who is clearly not normal, and her face blushes.
Swallowing, Jan takes Dale downstairs.
Hailey’s expression was also unusual, as if she was looking forward to an hour later.
It’s peaceful.
It would be nice if we could only play moderately like this, but my senses were saying the opposite.
‘Well… Somehow, it looks like an attack will come within today…’
A decathlon intuition.
But since there is no sense of danger, I don’t know if I can play the role of a spectator.
With that thought in mind, I stood guard in place of the hesitant Sylvia.
