Argent Claire

Zuya, whilst teaching the ways of the sword, learns about the deep secret of his pupil.

Where is the line that stands between love and duty?

Let There Be Blessing Behind You

Were all these men Nairim's slave? They looked very similar, which meant Nairim had a distinct type. It was a messy orgy, and my mind became blank. I didn't know what to think even as the beautiful man touched me. I stared like I was dreaming as he took my shirt off.


Meanwhile, Nairim grabbed a strange-looking chair. There, a wooden figure that looked like a man's member was erected. Nairim took his gown off and aimed his butt towards this wooden shape. A few of the slaves slathered Nairim's butt with a gel-like lubricant substance, and Nairim sat down on the chair in a smooth motion.


I swallowed hard as I watched. Nairim looked ecstatic on the chair as he moved up and down on it with his legs spreading wide. The slaves gathered around him and began to suck each of his limbs and his member. To my surprise, it seemed that no one was ordered to do this. It looked like they were doing it voluntarily.


Chapter 102