Chapter 147 - Eating the girls trained to be my servant (1/3)

There seemed to be a great deal of tension in removing the clothes of their lord, the legitimate son of the Quardenze family.

 

 

The shivering fingertips of the undershirt girls were not due to the cold, but probably because they were in awe of me.

 

 

Since they are not my personal servants, they don't have many opportunities to get this close to me.

 

 

The girls surrounded me as if they were going to lynch me, and touched my clothes with fearful hands.

 

 

Perhaps it was because they were nervous, but their coordination was poor and their movements were wasteful.

 

 

The girls looked to be in their mid-teens or so. If I put them in dresses, they would look like high school girls.

 

 

The more I hurriedly tried to take off my clothes, the more their garments gradually became disheveled, revealing their young skin. It was a lucky break for me.

 

 

"Puran, Derry, was that Sharo ......?"

 

 

"Yes."

 

 

I've had my eye on some of the beauties in the castle before the sex ban was lifted, so I can recall their faces and names with a little brainstorming.

 

 

And since Tesh had called them by name earlier, there was no doubt.

 

 

"Are the three of them family?　The fact that they are all dressed alike suggests that they have prepared for each other."

 

 

"It is as you say, young master. We grew up together under the roof of the Toghrunom family.

 

 

It seems that they are not sisters.

 

 

Some knightly families gather children from the side families into the main family and raise them, so just because they grew up in the same family doesn't mean they are sisters.

 

 

If they were direct descendants, they would visit to greet the new year, but I didn't remember their presence. Perhaps Puran and her sisters were born into a side line of the knightly Toghrunom family.

 

 

Perhaps because they were beautiful, they were secured by the main family as members of the New Nellie Castle ascendants.

 

 

"I see. So they are like sisters then."

 

 

Three beautiful sisters. Three beautiful sisters is a fascinating word that makes my heart dance.

 

 

"Yes."

 

 

As they undressed me, I continued my conversation.

 

 

I was ready to take them. Since I was going to hold them in my arms, I wanted to know their backgrounds to some extent before I started enjoying them.

 

 

In addition to the breasts glimpsed through the raised robe, the fine skin of the young girls, the slightly raised collarbone, and the neck exposed by the hair that had been pulled up to keep it dry were all very intriguing.

 

 

"I'll take it off."

 

 

"Oh."

 

 

My jacket was removed, leaving me with nothing but a light cloth on my upper body.

 

 

Puran's hands reached for my pants, the main part of my body. But it would not be easy to pull them down.

 

 

"Oh, ......."

 

 

"Puran?　I took your belt off."

 

 

"Don't keep the young master waiting."

 

 

Deri and Sharo make small calls from the side, but Puran remains frozen.

 

 

Puran tried to undress me from the front, but my meat stick is so erect that I can't get it down.

 

 

She loosened her pants with a fine hand that conveyed her concern that something might go wrong if she took them down roughly.

 

 

"Please excuse me. ......"

 

 

"Mmm."

 

 

With a hand on my erect penis, which was caught in my pants, Plan gently and protectively undid my pants.

 

 

It's hard not to get excited when a young girl touches your dick, even if it's through your underwear. My penis grew even harder.

 

 

"I'll take down my underwear too."

 

 

"Oh."

 

 

I didn't have to say no to her, I could just take it off, but Puran confirmed it with a serious expression and a nervous voice.

 

 

It seemed to be a declaration of her own determination.

 

 

She took a sigh of relief and pulled down his underwear.　And then, with a mighty thrust, the meat stick flew out.

 

 

The tip of the stick, exposed and erect in a straight line, was getting wetter by the second.

 

 

The effect of the masturbation ban was incredible, and my penis dripped endlessly with juices as it tried to find a place to fit. It was like a lost child shedding tears.

 

 

"......!"

 

 

The three girls didn't say a word, but their eyes widened and they gasped when they saw the battle-ready penises.

 

 

"What's the matter, you're not going to take a bath?"

 

 

I called out to the three of them, who were still in a daze.

 

 

"Oh, ......!　I'm sorry."

 

 

I tried to keep my cool, but I was a little nervous inside.

 

 

It is a little embarrassing to have young girls staring at your shamelessly wet penis as you seek to mate.

 

 

I feel like I'm another step closer to the spirit of the gentleman in the trench coat that shows up in early spring.

 

 

Perhaps it was because it was cold outside, but the bathroom was filled with white steam.

 

 

"Young Master. Please come this way.

 

 

I was led by the voice of Puran, and when I approached, I found something strange prepared there.

 

 

There were three tatami mats of cloth stacked on top of each other, making it look like a futon laid out in a bathroom.

 

 

On top of the cloth, there was a small chair without a backrest.

 

 

The three girls kneeled down on the cloth and put their fingers on it.

 

 

"We will now purify the young master's body. Here is the plan."

 

 

"Deri."

 

 

"Sharo."

 

 

Every time I think about it, I have trouble seeing her breasts when she poses on her knees in loose clothing.

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It's a pose that I can only think of as an invitation.

 

 

"I'll leave it to you."

 

 

I replied with dignity, not even trying to hide my erect penis.

 

 

"Then please sit here."

 

 

A hand pointed to a small chair, and I sat down.

 

 

After a few refusals, a tub of hot water was poured over me.

 

 

The cloth on the floor was soaking wet, but the girls didn't seem to mind.

 

 

As I was surrounded by the three girls, my arms and back were washed, and my hair was washed as well.

 

 

I had invited three of them into the bath because of my lust, and it was quite pleasant to be washed by a sea of people all at once, even more so when it was done by girls of high school age.

 

 

"Excuse me. ......"

 

 

Puran positioned himself in front of me and gently placed his hand on my erect cock. My penis quivered with delight at the unexpected soft touch.

 

 

"......uh......"

 

 

After heaping a heap of soapy foam in her palm to create a soft cushion, Puran wrapped her hands around my glans.

 

 

Then, with a hand as if handling an expensive work of art, she begins to gently caress ...... rather, wash the glans.

 

 

"If you are uncomfortable, please let me know."

 

 

"Oh ...... ah."

 

 

There was no displeasure.

 

 

She said she had learned how to do it at her parents' house, but this must have been a lesson in how to handle a cock.

 

 

The way she tantalized me, the gentle stimulation of the bubbles, the way she used them to slide over me, all of these were techniques that would lead a man to pleasure.

 

 

"Ugh. ......"

 

 

The ring made by the fingers moves back and forth on the rod, bringing exquisite stimulation.

 

 

"Young Master. I'd like to borrow your hand.

 

 

Sharo, a Lolita girl positioned on the side, took my left hand.

 

 

When I glanced over at her, I saw that her entire body was drenched in water, and her peach-colored nipples were completely transparent. Her undershirt was also in disarray, exposing her white skin from her navel.

 

 

I felt that she was blatantly inviting me. The wetness and disarray of her undershirt was too unnatural.

 

 

"Please excuse me as well."

 

 

Deri, a tall beautiful woman standing behind me, put her arm around my balls.

 

 

I'm not sure if it's the stimulation of my balls, but I'm more concerned about the fact that she's so tightly attached to my back.

 

 

Not as big as Puran, but big enough for a grown woman, her breasts are squashed against my back, and I can't help but be aware of their presence.

 

 

It's not that I don't like it, but it's just that she's so tall that she's having a hard time adjusting the height of her breasts, and she keeps them pressed against her back as she moves up and down.

 

 

"Nn, nn...... nn...... ♡."

 

 

In addition to that, she breathes into my ear in a way that I can't imagine her helping me with the bath.

 

 

Washing my balls seems like something that should be left to Puran who is washing my cock, but the way she washes them in such a stimulating way, it's a different kind of bath altogether.

 

 

"You've been practicing a lot...fuck... its very good- -"

 

 

The three of them opened their mouths happily when I said that.

 

 

"Yes!　Thank you very much."

 

 

"It was worth the practice."

 

 

"We are honored to receive your compliments."

 

 

It was not an act, but a voice that sounded as if it was truly happy.

 

 

But there was one thing that bothered me. I wondered how she could have practiced such a special bathing technique, let alone a normal one.

 

 

My mother and sisters wouldn't be able to do it.

 

 

"They must have had a lot of practice.　How did you learn about the male body?"

 

 

Instead of Puran, who was engrossed in washing his cock, or Deri, who was behind me, I turned to Sharo, who had moved from palm to arm washing, and asked.

 

 

"I practiced with my brothers in the bathroom at my parents' house."

 

 

Sharo replied with a clean, smiling face.

 

 

There was no sense of self-consciousness or immorality in her answer. I even felt a sense of pride that I had done it.

 

 

"Ho......"

 

 

According to Sharo, she had practiced these techniques with the men in her family, as well as with Puran and Deri.

 

 

I envy her. I wish I had an older sister or younger sister who could do that for me.

 

 

Being used as a training ground for dick skills by beautiful sisters like Puran, Deri, and Sharo was too good to be true.

 

 

As I was thinking about this, Deri opened her mouth as if taking over Sharo's words.

 

 

But we haven't really gotten to know men yet. We are maidens who only know the skills on the surface.

 

 

I take back what I said before. I don't want naughty sisters who do a lot of erotic things for me but don't let me do the real thing.

 

 

"I wish I had the chance to learn somewhere else. ......"

 

 

Deri's line was very glossy and tinted with an invitation to us.

 

 

If you don't take advantage of this, you are not a man. Good thing I haven't had sex in a while.

 

 

"Hmm. You seem to be eager to learn."

 

 

"Yes, we three have the same desire."

 

 

It's good to be motivated. I'll make sure to teach her how to taste cock.

 

 

I can't help but smile deeper.

 

 

"I like it. We'll have to take a longer bath."

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