Chapter 45 – Debt-Ridden Wife’s Pussy Service IV

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Exactly, that was a dick thrust!

I do it voluntarily because I fucking love it!

"Anyway, Master will be hungry and waiting for you.

Let's go get a drink."

"Yes!"

As I was talking with this guy, the desire to punish me completely disappeared.

I went to the liquor store with Cecil and robbed all the seemingly expensive liquor.

I feel like I'm taking more than the eight gold coins I paid for the drink.

What do you think?

Callisa's pussy service again.

"This too! This too!"

Cecile was already carrying the bottle until the bag burst.

By the time I went outside, the day had fallen and the number of passersby on the streets had noticeably decreased.

I suddenly thought of a slave who ran away.

Should I say that he was not a slave who ran away, but a slave who was let go?

It happened when I was still in an ambiguous stance, not knowing the spiciness of the trainer.

Looking back like this, it seems like a very long time ago, but it happened just a few days ago.

If you ask me if the money I spent buying slaves isn't worth it, it's a waste.

Now that I don't want to find Lorna again, I just want her to run away and live well.

Then, in the distant future, when you meet the man you love, get married, and have children...

You have to hope that you don't run into me on the street by chance.

When I imagined that, it made me happy.

"Let's go back. Cecil."

"Yes, master."

We went back to the workshop and had a drinking party.

Pour, empty!

"Congratulations on the debut of MILF Hunter Geum Taeyang!"

The master raised the glass high.

"Toast!"

Cecil, who was said to have the highest amount of alcohol, dyed her cheeks red as soon as she drank a few drinks, clinging to my body and acting cute.

"Hee hee. Oppa~."

"Yes. Our Cecil. Let's touch each other."

"Uuuuuong."

Cecile was so drunk that she couldn't resist and entrusted herself to my hands.

Artifacts.

I drank while kneading Cecile's voluptuous breasts.

"If you were number one in alcohol consumption, would your colleagues pass out just by smelling alcohol?"

"Feel good…"

Master watched as Cecile staggered away drunk.

"Didn't he drink gallente and bilberries together?"

"What is it?"

Drink name?

Master brought the bottle from where Cecile was sitting, looked at it, and clicked her tongue.

"You can't drink these together.

It's more dangerous because you don't feel drunk even if you drink it. If you drink it in one gulp, it suddenly comes."

"Suddenly, I'm sure... You know it well. Did you work as a bartender?"

"No. If you're a teaching assistant, you have to use drugs well, so I just know."

It's a drug.

"You're smart. Why didn't you teach me?"

"I don't see you sitting at your desk and studying intensely."

"Don't you know me better than me?"

"Ugh."

"Brother's cheeks are soft~!"

He held the drunken Cecile tightly and massaged her breasts.

Anything like this is welcome.

"Aww. Are you saying it's okay to be naughty?"

"Keep it off!"

You suddenly broke my wrist?!

"Broken! Broken!! Master's wrist is broken!"

"Aren't you going to do something dirty?"

"I won't, I won't."

While saying that, take advantage of the gap when the joints are loose and massage your butt!

As I prepared for an attack this time, Cecil grabbed the nape of my neck and bit it with her lips.

Five…

Oh clothes…

With cat ears, such a sex appeal!!

Have heard

Animals such as wolves sometimes show closeness by biting without intentionally raising their teeth!

Like a beautiful girl with animal ears, such an instinct...

"Extreme."

"Ahhh! Master. Help me!"

Cecilia built it!

Get your throat bitten off and die!!

"Take your hands off your hips."

I tapped Cecil on the back as a sign of surrender.

Cecil was able to avoid the bloody situation by sagging and drooping, but...

The moment when Aegyo turned into an attack was incredibly scary.

"How are you going to launch your brand?"

"Come to think of it, I don't really know what that brand is. You know that each trainer has a brand."

"The brand itself is a permanent seal that can be used to confirm which trainer has been trained.

It is usually engraved on the body of a slave."

"Is it like a tattoo?"

"It's similar. The brand mark is engraved using pigment specially treated with magic. It can never be erased without the owner's permission."

It's a permanent seal engraved on a woman's body.

"Then the seal will surely remain on the slaves trained by the renowned trainers."

"Yes. It must be somewhere in the body.

In many cases, female slaves who were guaranteed their freedom in the Isil were branded by trainers hired by high-ranking nobles."

"It's like, 'This slave is trained and safe'."

"That's what it means."

I closed my eyes.

It goes back to Ariella's interrogation.

The world's best mamma pain that came to mind says:.

"I've never heard of a trainer for married women."

"What is your brand?"

"As expected, you are not."

Now I think I know what Ariella meant by that.

The brand is a permanent seal engraved on the body of a slave.

A well-known teaching assistant must have a brand.

However, this is inconsistent.

Ariella, who brought out her words, must have thought this in her heart, as she agreed moderately.

"There can be no such thing."

If all famous trainers have a brand, where is the husband who will let her wear it like a brand on his wife's body?

You may be lucky enough to meet a special case like Vatineau and get permission to become an assistant, but engraving a brand is a completely different matter.

It's like she has the woman in her assistant's possession.

Even if you can't erase it without the owner's permission, isn't it a really dizzying penalty from her husband's point of view?

Even marriage can be bitten if you agree with each other and stamp it!

If she had then carved her brand somewhere on Verdia's body and shown it to her, even the world's Ariella would have been surprised with her mouth open.

I was just a novice, claiming that there was a brand called MILFHUNTER.

Ariella had to burst out laughing.

How ridiculous did she look?

But…

"The master always stabs at the core."

"Can you grow your brand without me?"

"…"

I put off my answer and asked Master a question.

"Are you leaving? To return to active duty."

"Yeah. Even if you leave, you're not going out of town. You're just going to another street."

"What street is it?"

"Dragon Street."

Dragon.

Just listening to it makes my heart grow.

"Master, what streets are there in this city?"

"There is 「 aStreet of Beasts」 where we are... And 「Street of Dragons」, 「Street of Water, and 「Street of Devils」.

"Is the city divided into four districts?"

"Yes. The four generations were not called the four generations from the beginning.

The families that were ordered to rule the city by the order of His Majesty the Emperor later came to be called the Four Great Families."

To rule the city of beasts... Chartreuse.

Devil's Street Raven!

"Can I go to another street, like Master?"

"The Street of the Beast is a prison camp for aliens. Occasionally you find jade, but the infrastructure is messed up and the number of nobles is small.

Do you know what this means?"

"Anyone can enter Beast Street, but are you saying that other streets cannot?"

"Yes. Discrimination is severe."

Ariella is… Don't hate aliens.

If it was a street she ruled, it might be difficult for her to even dare to set foot on it.

"In the end, everything depends on whether you can develop your brand value or not.

Becoming a first-class assistant teacher also means being called by all nobles."

"All nobles?"

"Did I ever tell you that Isil is a special teaching assistant zone designated by the emperor?

Think of how shabby the aristocrats will be in their society if they can't find a slave with the brand of a hot trainer."

"…Ah!"

If you're a noble, you should!

In a world where training and the buying and selling of slaves are prevalent, boasting of a rare slave that has been handed over by a first-class trainer leads to an incredibly effective display of power.

No, it can be said that it is the lowly human instinct itself. It is a desire that can never be resisted in their own world.

In the end, the higher my brand value is, the higher the structure that I can't call!!

Verdia and Ariella, too!

This time, it meant that I could make them come to me on their own two feet.

"But you're a 'training teacher who doesn't sell slaves."

We have to open a path that no one has been able to do so far. You have to subjugate the wives of the noble families to increase the brand value."

The conversation is back to square one.

"Can you grow your brand?"

"I'll do it. Definitely."

"I wanted to hear that."

The master says there is no need to worry so that you can leave the studio with peace of mind.

Because Master didn't want me to worry about anything.

Even though you took on an impossible request that you couldn't complete because you were afraid during your active duty,.

From now on, I have to push the married woman's pussy to the limit and carve out the "Milf Hunter" brand.

Without Master's design or advice...

You must stand alone.

Can I do it well?

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried.

But I also didn't want anyone to worry about it, so I straightened my shoulders.

"Let's have a drink."

"Yes."

The determination of the two men towards the pussy seemed to be reflected in the glass.