𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑: 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞. (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)
“Good morning.”
“Go. . .good morning.”
The door is knocked and the maids come in.
Each of them is carrying a bucket filled with hot water and a towel.
Ah, the loli maid Marca has an empty bucket.
“Umu, good morning.”
I get up from the bed and stretch.
My head is exploding first thing in the morning.
My silky blonde hair always has terrible bed hair.
I take off my pajamas.
In the past, in Isaji’s memory, I used to fold what I took off.
But I have a good memory of a complaint from the maids saying, “Please stop, it’s confusing because we can’t tell it apart from the unwashed ones.”
Being naked in the morning has become a daily routine.
Don’t worry, I’m not wearing anything.
The maids soak the towels in the hot water and wipe my body.
All I have to do is stand there calmly.
I’m not embarrassed because I’m a noble. (I used to be quite embarrassed.)
Vesta, a former female knight and now a maid, is tall, so she wipes my head and upper body.
Marca is from the waist down.
They are silently wiping me down.
Hou, Vesta smells good. . . um, I observed her well at the inn, she has a good style.
For some reason, blood is circulating in one part.
“Eek!!”
Marca steps back in fear.
Ojou-san? What’s wrong? What do you think of seeing something that surpasses my frankness and reaches Bologna?
I am surprisingly ripe for Marca’s reaction.
It’s always like this when a new maid comes.
There are generally three types: those who silently work, those who swallow their saliva and stare, and those who tremble in fear and start crying.
In Isaji’s memory, I tried hard to reach Bologna, but above all, I am proud of its length.
𝐓𝐋-𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚: 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐟, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭.
This long cannon is all the result of magic and training.
My body was activated in the lower abdomen, thanks to which I guess male hormones came out. Father! Otto has become such a fine man.
Well, thanks to that, my sexual desire comes out terribly.
I even react to the nape of the maid’s neck.
Kukukuku, I can’t wait for the day to use this ultimate weapon.
🩴
“Marca. Do your job.”
“Eh, ah. Yes.”
Vesta admonishes Marca, who has stopped her hand.
Oh good, she’s back.
Because the maids who didn’t come back until now were fired.
🔹𝐀𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.𝐜𝐨𝐦 ― 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞c𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 “𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝a𝐭𝐞𝐬” 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬🔹
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