H28.4.8 Revised.
H28.4.27 Revised again.
H29.11.26 Removed extraneous characters.
2019.10.17 Corrected typos, etc.
**1. Night Duty Situations**
After the “Third Bath Meeting” at the Princess Harem’s base mansion, Alicia and I took a carriage on the road near the mansion to return to Raymond Mansion.
“Haaa… I’m tired today…”
I sank lightly into the seat, feeling drained.
“Hal, you worked hard today.”
Alicia gently comforted me.
Like Alicia, the beautiful girls of the “Princess Harem” treated me with consideration individually, but when they gathered, they transformed into a pack of carnivorous beautiful girls. Their behavior was like ferocious locusts that devour all surrounding plants, similar to a plague of locusts flying in swarms.
Initially, I was delighted, thinking it was a perk of the job, as they covered me entirely in soapy foam and charged at me. However, while writhing together, I lost consciousness and ended up being meticulously washed all over.
I seriously considered issuing a ban at one point, but seeing their happy faces, I couldn’t say anything. Well, this current situation is what Cardinal Lester from my past life wished for at the end, so it’s partly my own responsibility…
To date, the ones I’ve become intimate with are four people, led by Alicia, who is with me now, followed by Ly, Elise, and Mai. As I drifted in and out of consciousness from exhaustion, I thought about what Edele pointed out during the “Third Bath Meeting.”
” ‘Your current situation seems to be biased towards a specific person, but I want you to love us all equally. That’s the secret to continuing this kind of harem harmoniously.’ Huh…”
Indeed, what should I do… First, I need to assess the current situation.
At Raymond Mansion, my and Alicia’s bedrooms are adjacent, and since we have a connecting door between our rooms, it’s obvious that I’ve slept with her the most, with our parents’ permission. During that time, Alicia had her first menstruation, marking the end of her ‘Fairy Time,’ and her body became capable of carrying a child. However, since I have ‘Washing Magic’ that can perfectly cleanse even the inside of her vagina, there was no problem.
And as for sex with Alicia, it’s naturally the missionary position, which is a classic. It was a relationship that I, who just turned 16 and finished my coming-of-age ceremony, cherished greatly. Alicia seemed to feel bad just being caressed by me and was trying to learn ‘services’ like fellatio. But she could learn such things slowly, so I had even secretly issued an order to the members of the ‘Princess Harem’ to prohibit the leakage of unnecessary knowledge.
Personally, I prefer caressing Alicia’s body rather than receiving ‘services’ from her. And Alicia’s vagina opening, which has come to know the shape of my penis, was something I never tired of experiencing, no matter how many times.
Regarding Ly, the second person, I thought she was an unattainable beauty, possessing a proud personality as a former Imperial Princess of the now-defunct Wahl Imperial Kingdom, a great power, and a beauty that could overthrow
“Alicia… please… help me…”
Yuria was pleading with Alicia from beyond the door of the “Slave Training Classroom.” Then, with a “click,” the doorknob turned, followed by the creak of a rusty door opening, and Alicia appeared, with Yuria in tow.
Alicia wore a look of bewilderment, while Yuria, her eyes red from crying, glared at me.
“Alicia, thank you for your trouble. Please leave the rest to us.”
I hadn’t wanted Alicia to witness the training of a “Level 2 Slave”…
“No, Hal. There’s no need to worry. I take responsibility for recommending Yuria, so may I accompany you?”
Alicia asked with a serious expression.
“…Alright. I’ll permit Alicia to observe.”
I granted Alicia’s request.
“Yuria, it’s been two days. Come here, take off your Slave Garment, and stand at attention.”
For the first time, I gave Yuria an order in a commanding tone.
“…Y-yes, Young Master…”
Yuria’s face was filled with humiliation, but bound by the Slave Contract Magic, she couldn’t disobey my command as her temporary master. She moved to the designated spot, grabbed the hem of her Slave Garment with both hands, and quickly pulled it up, becoming completely naked.
Yuria’s hair was an unusual blue and was woven up today. Her slightly thick eyebrows and the slight upturn of her eyes showed a strong will. Her palms had calluses from sword training, but her body was clean, without any unsightly muscle development or scars.
Her breasts were small, with little curve, like a young girl’s, but that was fine as some men preferred such bodies. Despite her slender build, her waist was well-defined, and a patch of blue pubic hair formed a light thicket in her crotch. From the shadow of her crotch, her secret crack peeked through, and from its appearance, it was clear Yuria was a virgin. Of course, when she was bought as a “Level 2 Slave,” a female buyer from the Raymond Trading Company had conducted a virginity check, and the report also stated she was a virgin.
“Thank you, Yuria. Now, shall we begin the training!”
I declared the start of training for Yuria, a “Level 2 Slave.”
“Please. Young Master Raymond, please don’t do anything cruel.”
Yuria bowed deeply and pleaded.
“Yuria, actually, I won’t be the one training you.”
I gave a wry smile and called out to Tirna and Kirika, who were waiting by the wall.
“Would you two come over here?”
Yuria, her initial plan thwarted, stared at them, dumbfounded. Though they wore Valkyrie masks to hide their eyes and their bodies were concealed by hooded robes, their movements revealed them to be young girls, and Yuria seemed to deflate, her tension gone.
I handed Yuria over to Tirna and Kirika and brought a chair to sit next to Alicia, who was seated by the wall.
“Hal, will Tirna and Kirika be in charge of the training?”
“Yes… I don’t have that kind of ability…”
In his past life, Cardinal Lester had been in charge of the Inquisition department, but he himself was just a priest who used Healing Magic, so he hadn’t been directly involved in practical matters like torture.
3. Slave Training ② △
“Then, we shall commence the training of the Level 2 Slave, Yuria.”
Tirna repeated to me.
“Yuria, lie down on this bed, face up.”
Tinna pointed to the bed in the center of the “Slave Training Classroom.” The bed was equipped with metal fixtures for restraints, and on the bedside table, various instruments and medicines for training were neatly arranged. Yuria’s body was already trembling slightly, and her eyes were watery. She must have expected to experience something terrifying. However, she seemed unable to disobey instructions and slowly approached the bed, lying down on her back as instructed.
“Hal, are you sure about this?”
Alicia looked at me with a worried expression.
“I think so. I only asked the two of them to turn Yuria into a proper, bashful maiden…”
With her concerns about my training policy confirmed, Alicia and Yuria visibly relaxed.
Tirna and Kirika approached the bed where Yuria lay, and Kirika held Yuria’s shoulders in place. Tirna opened a bag she had brought from the “Princess Harem” mansion and took out something white in a bottle. Inside the bottle was a mysterious object shaped like a silkworm cocoon.
“Yuria, spread your legs.”
Tirna gave Yuria the next instruction.
Yuria, looking bewildered, hesitantly spread her legs, revealing her secret crack. She then realized that in this position, her private parts were completely visible to us, and her cheeks flushed bright red.
Tirna then stopped near the bed and touched Yuria’s labia with one hand.
“Ngh… it’s cold!”
Yuria flinched, trying to recoil from Tirna touching her private area, but Kirika held her shoulders, preventing her from doing so.
“P-please… help me… don’t do anything weird!!”
Heartlessly, Tirna opened the bottle, then unceremoniously spread open Yuria’s labia with a “squish,” pushing her vagina open and inserting the mysterious object from the bottle. The object had a string attached, making it easy to remove. Tirna then held Yuria’s ankles with both hands, securing her completely on the restraint bed.
After a while, Yuria’s skin turned completely red, her eyes became glazed, and she fell into a state of intoxication.
“Hal, are you absolutely sure this is okay?”
Alicia looked at me again with a worried expression.
“I… hic… this… is…”
As Hal and Alicia watched from a distance, Yuria’s words became slurred. She seemed as if she had drunk too much alcohol and passed out.
“Tirna, are you really sure it’s alright?”
Alicia, extremely worried, asked Tirna.
“It’s fine, Alicia. Yuria is just drunk.”
Tirna then explained that the white, mysterious object was a ball of cotton soaked in a strong alcoholic beverage. She explained that alcohol could intoxicate not only by drinking but also by administration through the vagina or anus, as in Yuria’s case. However, she noted that with this method, the usual method of sobering up by vomiting wouldn’t work. The alcohol was absorbed directly through the vaginal walls or intestinal lining, causing rapid intoxication, and if the dosage was miscalculated, it could lead to a coma and even death.
“Good Hal and Alicia, you mustn’t imitate this!”
Tirna finished her explanation with a joke.
In truth, I had been able to infer Tirna’s actions from my past life knowledge of torture, but Alicia seemed to finally understand after Tirna’s explanation. Tirna then took out needles from her bag. I had heard she used these acupuncture needles to develop Freya’s erogenous zones. With practiced skill, Tirna inserted needles into Yuria’s entire body. Needles were inserted into her cheeks, neck, around her breasts and slightly below her nipples, followed by two on her abdomen and four on her lower abdomen. Finally, as a finishing touch, she inserted needles around her clitoral hood. After thrashing violently, Yuria went limp, and golden holy water (piss) streamed from her crotch, forming a puddle on the bed.
“…Ah… it’s… strange… my body… is hot… nnnn!”
Suddenly, Yuria’s erogenous zones seemed to activate, and she writhed on the bed, exposing herself. Her mouth hung open, saliva dripping from the corners. Her facial expression was what might be called an ecstasy face. I had never pushed Alicia to this extent. Furthermore, perhaps due to the acupuncture, Yuria’s breasts swelled and turned bright red, her erect nipples aching as she panted. Looking down at her crotch, her legs parted naturally, forming an M-split. Her labia had also slackened open, and her erect clitoris at the start of her secret crack was raw, the dripping love juice further soaking the bed.
“Yuria has a serious personality, but she’s currently surrendering to pleasure. Treating her after getting her very drunk works well.”
Tirna explained innocently, but seeing Yuria’s state sent a chill down my spine.
“It seems my turn won’t come at this rate.”
Kirika already looked disappointed. It seemed she also wanted to train.
As an eternity passed, when Yuria’s intoxication wore off, she wore an indescribable expression of mixed pleasure, shame, and anger, but the saving grace was that there were no lingering aftereffects. This training continued until the day before the “Slave Auction.”
Through this training, her rigid, square-jawed expression softened appropriately, and she transformed into a seductive body emitting feminine pheromones, with her labia always perpetually moist. According to Tirna’s explanation, returning to her original state would take about half a month after the training stopped. However, she explained, her body remembered the pleasure, so once night duty began, her body would react on its own, which was the only drawback.
Thus, Yuria’s “Slave Training” was complete, and the next day was the “Slave Auction.”
Speaking of which, Kirika had also wanted to try something, but she never revealed her hand. If I were curious, I could always summon her to my chamber and ask her directly.
Meanwhile, while we were focused on Yuria’s “Slave Training,” the Espana Imperial Kingdom had conquered the Kingdom of Sazania, located beyond the Kamiyar Holy Nation, thus concluding their current invasion operation. The Kingdom of Sazania was a regional hegemon that was a miniature version of the Espana Imperial Kingdom and had absorbed the Portland Kingdom, Elise’s homeland, and the Kingdom of Vandis, Freya’s homeland. The incorporation of those regions into the Espana Imperial Kingdom meant that members of “Princess Harem” could now travel there easily, which was a lucky accident. Previously, members of “Princess Harem” could travel within the Espana Imperial Kingdom as adventurers, but they couldn’t cross the strictly regulated national borders.
With this, the Espana Imperial Kingdom now controlled 70% of the human-controlled territories in the Western and Southern Nations. The remaining 30% was part of the Southern Nations, which had been invaded by the Demonkin, and considering it had already fallen under the influence of the Demonkin, the long-cherished goal of a “Unified Human Nation” had been achieved, albeit imperfectly. The imperfection was due to the exclusion of the Eastern Nations, where my mother Shakura, Mai, and the burned Park-li were born. It was customary not to include the Eastern Nations in our narrow definition of the world because they were so far from our sphere of life. On the other hand, the region formerly occupied by the Northern Nations had become the territory of the Demonkin Kingdom, which was also the destination of the Hero Party.
In the Imperial Capital Granza, every morning before dawn, convoys of horse-drawn carriages depart from surrounding villages, carrying various goods piled high on their carts. Most of these goods are foodstuffs and daily necessities, and in the numerous fountain plazas within the city, morning markets begin to open. The boisterous calls of energetic vendors, the passionate crowd of customers, and housewives engrossed in haggling created a clamor that was a daily scene repeated each morning.
Then, once every four months, a large-scale regular market called the “Grand Market” is held. Along with it, various events are organized, leading to a minor festival atmosphere, and the regular “Slave Auction” is one of the highlights.
I had Yuria, whose “Slave Training” was complete, put on shackles and board the carriage in accordance with the “Slave Law.” I felt a slight sense of guilt seeing Yuria crouched barefoot on the wooden floor of the carriage, but it was a common way to handle slaves, so there was nothing I could do.
By the way, Gaspar, who instructed me in “Slave Training,” gave me a lukewarm passing grade. The reason for the “so-so” grade was that while not harming Yuria’s body by using a whip was a plus point, overdoing the training was deemed a minus point.
I loaded Yuria, the merchandise, onto the carriage and departed from the Raymond Trading Company. I could hear Yuria’s faint sobs from the carriage behind me, but I had no choice but to pretend not to hear.
Alicia had also embraced Yuria, brushed her disheveled hair, and meticulously tidied her appearance before Yuria’s departure from the Raymond Trading Company. However, she had stated that she would not attend the “Slave Auction.” Alicia had become quite emotionally attached to Yuria and likely couldn’t bear to see her being auctioned off in such a revealing state.
Incidentally, Tirna and Kirika, who directly conducted the “Slave Training,” adopted an attitude of being unrelated to Yuria once the training was complete. It was a dry attitude, in a way, but perhaps it was necessary for them to protect their own peace of mind.
I, too, in a sentimental mood, guided the carriage towards the large fountain park where the “Slave Auction” venue was located. I vaguely recalled hearing that this fountain park was built in commemoration of a certain hero who saved humanity in ancient times, but I didn’t remember the details.
Upon entering the fountain park grounds, the roadside was packed with stalls lined up without any gaps, and the shoppers were so crowded that there was no room to step. I carefully maneuvered the carriage, though walking would certainly have been faster. Then, I spotted the large tent we were heading for. It seemed to belong to a traveling troupe of performers, but the organizers of the “Slave Auction” had temporarily rented it.
The Grand Market should have been a lucrative time for the traveling troupe, but they must have received more in rental income.
As I approached the tent, I saw one large tent and five smaller tents surrounding it. One of the smaller tents was designated as the seller’s reception, and a parking lot was available behind it.
I entrusted the carriage to the parking lot exclusively for “Slave Auction” personnel and headed to the seller’s reception with Yuria. Yuria seemed to have difficulty walking with the shackles, but it couldn’t be helped due to the constraints of the “Slave Law.”
“Welcome. Young master, are you here to present a slave?”
A beautiful receptionist asked me with a puzzled expression. She probably didn’t expect me, being so young, to be involved with a slave trader.
“Yes, that’s right. I’d like to present this Yuria. Could you handle the procedures?”
I pointed to Yuria, who was dejected behind me.
“She’s quite a cute slave. Please fill out this ‘Slave Presentation Application Form’ with the necessary information.”
The beautiful receptionist seemed convinced and handed me the form administratively.
Following the beautiful receptionist’s instructions, I filled in and submitted the required information, such as my name as the seller, the slave’s name, age, and special skills.
“Oh, Young Master, you’re affiliated with that Raymond Trading Company!?”
The beautiful receptionist took the form administratively. Then, after a glance at the filled-out information, she exclaimed with an expression of astonishment. After calming down, she handed me an “Item Number Tag” in exchange for the form. Yuria’s entry number was 4.
Generally, when presenting a slave at a “Slave Auction,” “taxes” and “transaction fees” are incurred, which vary depending on the winning bid. I was informed that these would be settled after the transaction was completed.
Afterward, Yuria was taken to the holding room for presented slaves, and I was guided to the seller’s waiting room. In the waiting room, men who looked like they had a trick or two up their sleeves were gathered.
“What the hell!? This isn’t a place for brats!”
A gruff-looking man, seemingly a slave trader, near the entrance of the seller’s waiting room accosted me.
“Brats should stick to their mother’s milk!?”
This time, a middle-aged man in dirty travel clothes picked a fight with me. The men around them were also smirking.
I decided to ignore their rough welcome. From my previous life’s knowledge, I understood that “the weaker the dog, the louder it barks” was a truth. After a short wait, an announcement for the opening was made.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the ‘Slave Auction’ will commence shortly. Sellers with entry numbers up to No. 5, please come to the side of the stage.”
I followed the instructions of the “Slave Auction” staff and took my position at the side of the stage.
On the stage, clowns performed a prelude, juggling small knives to capture the auctiongoers’ interest. Then, their performance ended, and the “auction stage” and other items were brought to the center of the stage, completing the preparations for the “Slave Auction.”
Looking at the audience, most seats were filled; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was packed. The majority of the audience consisted of common citizens, with women and children among them. This “Slave Auction” was also a type of spectacle where anyone could participate as a bidder by paying one silver coin (equivalent to 10,000 yen) as an entrance fee.
Next, a stout middle-aged man, acting as the MC, took the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. We shall now commence the much-anticipated ‘Slave Auction’.”
As the stout MC declared the opening, a great cheer erupted from the audience, “Uwaaaaah!”
“Now, let’s have the slave with entry No. 1 appear.”
As the stout MC introduced him, a well-built man dressed in “slave garments,” with the appearance of a warrior, ascended the “auction stage.”
“This man is Ult, who made a name for himself in a mercenary group. He fell into slavery due to his inability to pay the penalty for failing a mission, but his combat prowess is guaranteed…” the product description narrated.
“Now, we will proceed with the ‘Quality Check’.”
With that announcement, Ult swiftly removed his “slave garments” and became naked.
He had a masculine face with sharp, determined eyes, a hawk-like nose, and thick lips. His chest muscles continued from his thick neck and bulged. Despite being in a state of full public view with many bidders watching, the organ in his crotch was erect, pointing towards the heavens.
“Now, we will begin the auction. Starting bid is 100 gold coins (equivalent to 10 million yen).”
“150 gold coins.”
“160 gold coins,” the bids escalated, and ultimately, he was bought for 200 gold coins by a man who appeared to be a wealthy merchant.
The second was a coquette beauty, who was sold for 150 gold coins to a man who seemed to be an envoy for a noble. The third was a handsome young boy with a cute appearance, likely before his voice change, who was sold for 210 gold coins to a middle-aged woman, who seemed to be a lady of leisure.
Next was Yuria, whom I had presented.
Yuria was a “Level 2 Slave” that the Raymond Trading Company had acquired about six months ago, and the purchase price was 50 gold coins. The food and education costs up to this point amounted to about 20 gold coins, making the product cost 70 gold coins. Adding a profit of 30 gold coins for the Raymond Trading Company, the starting auction price was set aggressively at 100 gold coins. Of course, this price was decided in consultation with Gaspar.
“Now, let’s have the slave with entry No. 4 appear.”
As the stout MC announced Yuria’s turn, scattered applause and cheers arose from the audience.
Yuria, who appeared from the wings of the stage, had her blue hair let down straight. Despite her slender and somewhat disappointing physique, she walked onto the “auction stage” with a strangely seductive gait. Perhaps conscious of the bidders’ gazes, the way she fidgeted was strangely cute. No one could have imagined that her original personality was straightforward, serious, and by-the-book.
“This young slave is presented by the Raymond Trading Company.”
The introduction of the seller came out of nowhere, making me flustered.
Up to this point, the sellers of previous slaves had not been mentioned… And then, a great cheer erupted from the audience, “Wooooah!”, and her attention skyrocketed. It was likely that the brand name “Raymond Trading Company” also held significant value.
“Her name is Yuria, she is 16 years old, and of course, she is a virgin. She has a beautiful appearance and is both talented and intelligent. As she hails from a certain knightly family, she also dabbles in swordsmanship…”
Yuria’s product description was so flattering that even I, listening from the wings of the stage, blushed.
“Now, it’s time for the long-awaited ‘Quality Check’.”
As the stout MC declared the start of the “Quality Check,” Yuria cast a languid, sultry gaze at the audience and slowly lifted her “slave garments” while seductively swaying her hips. The “slave garments” were made of thin fabric, with the cloth itself being minimal, reaching only halfway up her thighs. Yuria wriggled her hips and, using both hands, pinched and lifted the hem of her “slave garments.” Then, the base of her gently extended legs gradually became exposed, and finally, a pale patch of blue pubic hair and her labia appeared. Her labia were already moist, but it was probably not discernible from the
After stepping down from the stage, Yuria donned a slightly oversized dress that her master had prepared beforehand, and was given a “Curse Seal” by a wizard who had come on assignment for the “Slave Auction.” If a “Branding” or “Tattoo” were to be applied instead, I had intended to guide it towards a “Curse Seal” with my “Mental Magic,” but it turned out to be unnecessary.
I received 280 gold coins for taxes, transaction fees, and other documents from the accountant of the “Slave Auction.” Then, as I was about to leave the “Slave Auction” venue, I was called from behind.
“Excuse me, are you perhaps the Young Master of the Raymond Trading Company who put up Yuria for auction?”
When I looked back, the man who had won Yuria was standing there.
“Yes, I am Hal Raymond, the seller. May I help you?”
I braced myself, thinking I might receive a complaint.
“I was able to acquire a wonderful maiden today, so I wanted to express my gratitude. Could you spare me a moment?”
“Yes, thank you very much for bidding on and acquiring a slave from the Raymond Trading Company.”
After that, the man led me to a tea corner, and we chatted over black tea. The man’s name was Joshua Kahn. He was a powerful figure who acted as a political merchant and dealt directly with royalty and nobles from various countries. Regarding Yuria, whom he had purchased, he stated that he would initially treat her as a mistress, but if things went well, he might set her free and marry her. It seemed that whether Yuria could marry into a good family would depend on her future efforts, but it appeared we had been able to assist her.
Considering the slave trading business to be completed this time, we left the “Slave Auction” venue and returned directly to the Raymond Trading Company. Then, I reported to Gaspar, submitted the 280 gold coins and documents, and this job was completed.
I will reward Tirna and Kirika, who later helped with the “Slave Training,” for their hard work.
6. A Date
With the major undertaking of profiting from Yuria’s sale at the “Slave Auction” over, my work at the Raymond Trading Company has also reached a pause. I’ve decided to take a complete vacation tomorrow and the day after. Since the Grand Market is also held until the day after tomorrow, I plan to go out with Alicia alone for a date tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, I plan to go out with Tirna and Kirika, who were instrumental in this major undertaking.
Incidentally, “Princess Harem” has cleared one small labyrinth nearby in the past month. Elise reported that monsters’ proof of extermination parts could be obtained relatively easily in that small labyrinth, and the month’s revenue was in the black. However, she complained that she couldn’t even buy snacks due to the strictures of Freya, known as the “Downtown Princess,” who constantly reiterates, “Luxury is the enemy.”
After completing the “Slave Auction” related business, I walked with Alicia to the Raymond Mansion.
“Hal… do you think Yuria will be happy…?”
Alicia, being kind-hearted, asked about the matter that was on her mind.
“No one knows what the future holds,” I replied casually, breaking into a cold sweat, recalling memories from my past life.
“By the way, is tomorrow’s plan still on?”
I plainly changed the subject.
“Yes, I also want to spend some time alone with you after a long time…”
Alicia lowered her gaze slightly and smiled shyly. It was a supremely beautiful smile, like that of a saintess… one that made me fall in love with her all over again.
I slowly moved closer to Alicia’s left side and cautiously placed my right hand on her left hand. Alicia understood my intention and took my right hand. Alicia’s palm was slightly smaller than mine, and her fingers were delicate, but the hand that clasped mine was very warm and soft. It felt like a miracle that someone with such a slender body would accept me, and I naturally smiled.
The casual conversations I had with Alicia were treasures to me.
Then, we arrived at the Raymond Mansion.
“Onii-chan Hal, Onee-chan Alicia. Welcome home.”
As soon as we opened the front door, my sister Miuuki greeted us.
She then ran back into the mansion, presumably to report our return to our mother, Shakura.
“Miuuki, don’t run. You’ll fall!!”
I cautioned Miuuki, who was unsteady on her feet.
“Hal, you really cherish Miuuki.”
Alicia smiled next to me.
“I cherish Miuuki, but I also cherish Alicia?”
I inadvertently replied with a question.
Dinner that day was a lively banquet with the entire family gathered for the first time in a while. My father, Daros, had heard about the results of the “Slave Auction” from Gaspar and was in high spirits.
“Hal, I hear you were quite active today.”
My father Daros asked me happily.
“But I only made the arrangements, and my friends helped with the ‘Slave Training’…”
I confessed the behind-the-scenes story with humility.
“No, that’s fine. You are destined to manage the Raymond Trading Company in the future, so it’s enough if you can allocate personnel according to their abilities. Besides, being able to make contact with Joshua Kahn is excellent.”
My father told me, tilting his wine glass.
“Onii-chan, you’re amazing!”
Miuuki was also surprised that I was praised by Father.
“Hal, making money is important, but… don’t do anything immoral!?”
My mother, Shakura, warned me conversely. Meanwhile, Alicia listened to our conversation while eating with perfect table manners. As expected of a former Viscount’s Daughter.
That night, I felt more fatigued than I had anticipated and slept like a log.
The next morning, the weather was clear, and the sun peeked over the horizon, making the gap in the curtains covering the window white.
My accumulated fatigue had completely disappeared, and today was the perfect day for my long-awaited date with Alicia.
I sat up in bed, clasped my hands, and stretched towards the ceiling, groaning. This exercise completely woke me up. As I looked around, I noticed Alicia sleeping next to me on my right. Unconsciously, I hadn’t realized Alicia had slipped into my bed… However, given my condition last night, I wouldn’t have been able to perform my “Night Duty.”
As I started to move, Alicia also stirred. The next moment, she opened her eyes and stared intently at me.
“Good morning, Alicia.”
I gently stroked Alicia’s head and greeted her. Alicia then closed her eyes again and pouted her lips slightly. Apparently, Alicia desired a “magical kiss” to awaken Sleeping Beauty…
Just as Alicia wished, I brought my face close to her cute face, and… my lips touched hers. The softness of Alicia’s lips conveyed an almost maddening affection to my brain through my lips. The next moment, Alicia’s arms wrapped around me, and her tiny tongue breached my lips. I reciprocated, intertwining my tongue with hers…
This morning’s bout seemed to be a draw.
Afterward, we both changed clothes and had breakfast together companionably.
“Hal, what are today’s plans?”
Alicia asked about our schedule for the day.
“Let’s go to the Grand Market in the carriage I rented. On the way back, we’ll take a longer route and enjoy the scenic views.”
Then, we changed into casual clothes and headed to the carriage shed. Since our date location was the Grand Market, wearing expensive dresses would risk getting them dirty and would make us more vulnerable to pickpockets. The two-horse carriage we would be riding today was large, more than enough for just Alicia. Incidentally, the House of Raymond has coachmen, but we politely declined their services as we wanted to be alone.
I put Alicia in the two-horse carriage, took the reins from the driver’s seat, and the carriage departed from the Raymond Mansion. We then left the carriage at a temporary parking lot in the plaza that served as such when the Grand Market was held, and Alicia and I ventured into the market.
The Grand Market was as crowded and bustling as ever. Around the tent where the “Slave Auction” was held yesterday, colorful banners were displayed, and it seemed that a play by the original owners, a troupe of traveling performers, was being staged.
We decided to browse the stalls.
There were stalls selling savory-smelling food, as well as clothing and jewelry. Some simply laid out their goods on straw mats, but the array of items was dazzling, as if a jewel box had been spilled open.
Feeling a little peckish, I bought two skewers of mysterious grilled meat seasoned with spices.
“Alicia, let’s eat together.”
I offered Alicia the skewers wrapped in bamboo leaves. Alicia, being a former Viscount’s Daughter, had never engaged in the vulgar act of eating while standing and was hesitant. So, I took one skewer, took a hearty bite, and started eating. Then, Alicia tentatively reached out, picked up a skewer, and took a bite with her small mouth. She seemed to have swallowed it with a gulp.
“It’s… delicious?!”
It seemed the mysterious grilled meat skewers, her first experience eating while standing, suited Alicia’s palate. It was enjoyable to eat various foods little by little with Alicia, who had discovered the joy of buying snacks.
Incidentally, the former princess, who serves as the second-in-command of “Princess Harem,” had complained that she could barely afford snacks due to the tight financial management of the shrewd accountant known as the “Downtown Princess.” However, I suspected that she had enjoyed buying snacks on secret excursions into town since her days as a princess.
Our stomachs full, we decided to take a rest on a wooden bench installed around the fountain. The crowds were still immense, but occasionally, knights who seemed out of place were seen gathering information.
Afterward, we visited a jewelry store, browsed rings, bracelets, and silver crafts, and felt satisfied enough to head home. The sun was still high, but we had another appointment.
7. Service ① △
As I put Alicia in the two-horse carriage, we left the fountain park, which was the venue for the Grand Market. The horses seemed well-rested and were moving briskly.
We then passed through the grand gate, which also served as a checkpoint for the city walls, and exited the city. The carriage was currently traveling along one of the main roads, and the urban area continued for a while. However, after a short distance, the houses became sparse, with fences for livestock and fields with crops planted becoming more common. After crossing gentle hills, the scenery completely changed to a rural landscape.
Alicia had rarely ventured outside the Imperial Capital Granza, so she seemed engrossed in the new scenery.
Then, the carriage turned off the main road and entered a mountain path. The surrounding scenery was a continuous series of varied landscapes, with tall trees densely growing and occasional openings offering panoramic views of the world below. The carriage then stopped midway along the mountain path. I then got down from the driver’s seat, set wheel chocks to secure the carriage, and unhitched the horses from the drawbar, tying them to nearby trees.
“Alicia, did you enjoy yourself?”
As I opened the door of the carriage, I asked Alicia about her mood.
“Yes, it’s the first time I’ve ever been to a place like this!!”
Alicia seemed excited by the scenery she was seeing for the first time. Looking at her innocent joy, a sense of guilt crossed my mind.
Today, Alicia was wearing a light sky-blue dress, a long type that reached her ankles, and light sandals.
I swallowed hard, my saliva.
“Hey, Alicia. I want to make love with you here… is that okay?”
Mustering my courage, I told her the main event of the day.
“Eh?? People will pass by here. A-and…”
Alicia’s face turned bright red as she became flustered by my outrageous request. Since Alicia was important to me, I intended to leave without doing anything if she didn’t want to.
“I-it’s fine. Do as Hal likes…”
However, Alicia seemed to have made up her mind. She relaxed her body, closed her eyes, and allowed me to do what I was about to do.
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
I asked Alicia for final confirmation, and she gave a slight nod. I swallowed again.
I sat down on the carriage floor and looked up at Alicia, who was seated on a bench. Being able to do this was possible because we had come in a large carriage. In other words, making love with Alicia was part of the original plan. I wanted to be closer to my beloved Alicia, but I had been busy lately and couldn’t. And it seemed Alicia felt the same way.
Alicia’s sky-blue dress was casual wear, long enough to reach her ankles. However, she was wearing sandals, and her toes were visible. Alicia’s body was moist all the way to her toes. Her toenails were a rosy color and well-maintained. Perhaps she was wearing nail polish.
I gently grasped Alicia’s left ankle with my right hand and lifted it, then removed the sandal with my left hand.
“…Ah… Hal?”
Then, a seductive sigh escaped Alicia!
Until now, my caresses to her lower body had mostly been concentrated on her crotch area, occasionally stroking her thighs as foreplay. I had never paid attention to anything below her knees…
Come to think of it, the first time I held Alicia’s hand, my heart pounded, and I felt her through my fingertips! Thinking about it now, I could feel just as much through her toes.
Next, I removed the sandal from her right foot, leaving both of Alicia’s feet bare. Alicia’s feet were small and, upon closer inspection, very cute. Meanwhile, Alicia looked at me with a puzzled expression at my unusual procedure.
Then, I intertwined my fingers with Alicia’s delicate toes. She wriggled, perhaps ticklish, but after playing with her feet for a while, I kissed the back of her right foot. Alicia reacted with a jolt, clearly feeling something.
Playing along, I put Alicia’s right big toe in my mouth and licked it with my tongue.
“Hal! …Th-that place… it’s dirty… Ah…”
Alicia reacted more intensely than I had expected. After thoroughly enjoying Alicia’s feet, I tried to move up to her calves, but the hem of her dress was in the way. Should I lift the hem of her dress? Or should Alicia lift it herself? Or perhaps… After some thought, I decided to stick my head under the hem of Alicia’s sky-blue dress.
I lifted the hem of the dress slightly, and just as her knees were exposed, I stuck my head in and let go of the hem. The dress fell with a rustle, and my vision became dim, but since the dress was originally dyed a bright sky-blue, some light still passed through.
“Hal!? No!! …It’s embarrassing!!”
Alicia seemed to be in a light panic, her head having been pushed under the hem of her dress. She tried to push my head away from above the dress, but it was a futile effort.
“…Hya… Ah… No! …No!! …Ahhhh…”
I licked my way up Alicia’s ankle, her leg, the back of her knee, and halfway up her thigh, but I couldn’t go any further due to the narrow space. However, discovering that the back of Alicia’s knee was also an erogenous zone could be considered a success. Perhaps her armpits were also erogenous zones.
What can I say, the mystery of the female body is profound…
From now on, I should include her toes in my caresses. When I pulled my head out from under the dress, Alicia’s hair was disheveled, her face was flushed red, and she was panting raggedly. It seemed she had felt more than I had imagined. And my penis was so erect it was painful.
8. Service ② ○
Perhaps Alicia’s secret crack was already sufficiently wet. Normally, this would be the time when I would spread her legs, put my penis to her vagina opening, and insert it, but then I remembered something Lyushenne had told me.
Lyushenne’s story was about “footjob,” a form of “service” where a girl clamps her legs around an erect penis and skillfully manipulates it to ejaculate. She said it was possible to clamp it with her knees or directly grasp it with her toes, but that could be a matter for future consideration.
Also, I heard that in the homeland of Park-li, a villain from the Eastern Nations who had tried to buy and cook Tirna, women with extremely small feet were preferred. I vaguely recalled from a past life that it was called “foot binding,” a strange custom where a girl’s feet were bound with cloth from a young age to inhibit their growth, and their bones were even broken. I also heard that in their country, they had a sexual technique where the penis was inserted into the gap of the bent foot for “service”… and that their feet were often sweaty and emitted a terrible odor, which was apparently an element that aroused men.
What a deeply flawed creature mankind is. Thinking this, I decided to ask Alicia for “service” in the form of a “footjob.”
“Hey, Alicia, I have a request…”
Given the nature of the request, it was a bit difficult to ask.
“…What is it, Hal?”
While I was lost in thought, Alicia had calmed down somewhat.
“Um, well… there’s a “service” where you clamp my penis between your legs and stroke it… would you try it?”
I made up my mind and explained the “footjob.”
“…Huh!? I-I’ll try it for now…”
Alicia looked astonished, but she eventually agreed.
Before Alicia could change her mind, I quickly took off my pants and underwear, becoming naked from the waist down. I leaned my back against the step of the seat and spread my legs, assuming a somewhat foolish pose to make it easier for Alicia to perform the “service.”
“Alicia, I’m ready.”
Alicia hesitantly extended her legs to try and clamp my penis, but the hem of her dress blocked her vision, and she couldn’t see. So, Alicia lifted the hem of her dress to clear her vision. From my elevated viewpoint, I could catch a glimpse of her wet panties stained by the discharge from her secret crack, which was a bonus. What can I say… the act of looking up and peeking into a girl’s secret garden… is extremely immoral!!
Then, with her vision secured, Alicia tried to clamp my penis between her legs, but she couldn’t do it with her legs inward. Finally, she spread her legs apart ungracefully into a straddling position and managed to clamp it. Of course, Alicia’s panties were clearly visible, and the outline of her secret crack was faintly visible through the wet fabric, making it very lustful. Meanwhile, Alicia was struggling with the “footjob,” the first “service” I had requested, and didn’t seem to realize what an embarrassing position she was in.
As Alicia moved her legs for the “service,” her crotch moved, and the undulations of her labia twitched. Furthermore, unlike the oral sex Lyushenne had given me, Alicia’s beautiful face did not contort strangely, which was a big plus.
Still, Alicia struggled and stroked my penis, “serving” me. Alicia’s soles were soft, giving my penis a gentle pleasure, and soon I ejaculated onto Alicia’s soles with a loud squirt. Alicia’s soles, now slick with my white fluid (semen), made a squelching sound, providing even more pleasure, and before I knew it, I had ejaculated a second time.
I was, in a way, satisfied, but when I looked at Alicia’s face, she seemed somewhat dissatisfied, as if she hadn’t reached her peak.
So, I sat up.
“Alicia, thank you. I’m satisfied, so now it’s your turn, Alicia.”
I cupped Alicia’s head with both hands and gave her my usual deep kiss. Alicia still seemed unsatisfied and started to passionately intertwine our tongues. As we did, my mood reignited, and before I knew it, my hands moved to Alicia’s breasts, and I vigorously massaged them through her dress. Alicia’s breaths became ragged again, and moans escaped her.
“Nngh… Good… Ahh…”
I supported Alicia’s back, gently laid her down on the seat, lifted the hem of her dress, and rolled it up until her panties were visible. Then, I shifted the fabric of her panties to the side, exposing her labia, and then pressed down on Alicia, aiming my penis at her spread vagina opening and began to insert it.
“Hal, Hal… Ahh… I l-love it! …Ahhhh—”
Alicia wrapped her arms around my back and her legs around my waist, holding me tightly. As I moved my hips vigorously, her moans grew louder, and she reached her climax and relaxed.
It seemed Alicia was also satisfied.
“Hey, Alicia. How was our intimacy today?”
“It was very embarrassing at first… but in the end, I felt more than usual.”
Alicia smiled sweetly, exposing her languid post-coital posture.
Then, the two of them changed into the clothes I had prepared beforehand and started their journey home.
Just as I was about to open the carriage door, there was a loud, insistent knocking.
What in the world could it be?!
Alicia and I tensed up.
“Open the door! We are the Royal Knights of the Espana Imperial Kingdom!”
A deep voice boomed from outside the door.
Why would the Royal Knights be here?!
Neither of us could understand the situation at all.
