Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

He made a big move and built his own Pao in my father's Pao neighborhood. Once independent, it is not next door.

Ichu, Shirley and Sharon are so refreshed in preparation for my wedding.

I borrowed some from my father, but he still seems busy.

A rewarded horse was delivered a few days ago. A rewarded sheep came to me yesterday.

Jumel and Urge are desperately trying to get used to sheep and new sheep sent by their father as a sort of independence.

And today, the women arrived.

The squares brought together those who could receive a slave wife as a reward.

Women line the square at equal intervals.

Everyone is standing with their feet shoulder-width apart and their hands in front of their stomachs.

I checked to see if all the chiefs were there.

First the chief enters the line of women.

The right to choose a slave wife starts with the chief.

The chief is carefully sorting the women.

And I turn up the front part of the woman I cared about.

The woman who did it won't be slight.

Because I know what this sorting means, and I will continue to know it.

I guess slave wives have the mindset of slave wives.

The groin area is carefully observed, and the next part after being turned is also turned up.

Then untie the chest part of the clothes and reveal the chest.

The chief, who carefully observed his chest, was closing the string and talking to her about something.

When I heard the answer, I took a rope out of my waist.

Look at the rope. The woman sticks her hands together and forward.

The chief gently tied up the woman's arms.

The woman sat out of the line where the chief was.

Repeat the same thing to some. The chief tied the arms of a total of three women.

When the chief returns to his original position, it is my turn to choose the first martial arts.

The tension of the gathered women changed the air.

They know.

The role of a woman in a meadow is to have a strong, strong child.

In every tribe, the chief first chooses, and the second chooses the most active person to defeat their tribe.

They will also be hearing stories of a chief and a head shot out with one arrow by the same person in this battle.

It's easy to imagine how good it would be to be the slave wife of such a person.

If the child I gave birth to succeeds in wolf hunting and bird crashing, I can change from being a slave wife to being a warrior mother.

Every woman on the spot stared at me at the same time.

I was asking my father and the chief to choose a slave wife for this day.

I have to start with the criteria for choosing a slave wife.

For example, I already have a number of slave wives and their children. My father and elder chief and I are going to have to increase the clan with slave wives. My criteria for choosing are completely different.

If you have many slave wives, you can choose a slave wife of your own choice face or physical age.

But first, if you're like me, the fact that your butt is big and round (because they think you can have a sturdy child) the fact that your breasts are huge (because they think you'll get good breast milk) the age is as young as you can (to have many children)

and so on.

I turned around and rolled up my skirt after the girl I was worried about when I saw her face.

A beautiful, rounded ass is exposed to defenselessness.

The girl stuck her butt out just to make it look better.

Return the skirt and untie the chest of the forward spinning chest to dew the chest.

A well-shaped chest spilled out with pollon.

The girl has insisted with her chest stretched.

Closed my chest string and I asked her a question.

"What's your name?

"My name is Rubica.

"How old?

"15.

"Have you ever had a husband?

This makes sense not only to ask about the existence of marriage but also about male experience. It is a confirmation that you have had entertainment with leading members of other houses and tribes.

"I'm not here. It's not there.

"What about my mother?

Ask about the mother's identity.

"It's my wife.

I got away from this girl when I heard that.

The girl gave an unfortunate look but never put it in her mouth.

There's one thing the chief and father told me to do.

"Be the first slave wife the son of a slave wife"

My wife's son is educated to be my wife.

The son of a slave wife is educated as a slave wife and as the wife of a fighter.

Apparently this difference is surprisingly difficult if you have a slave wife for the first time.

If someone already has many slave wives, the other slave wives teach the wife's child's slave wives how to understand and wield their slave wives, but they can't either.

Therefore the first slave wife was told to be the son of a slave wife.

I liked my face and body so much, but I couldn't help it. I'll take a look at the other women.

I found a woman who was smaller than the woman earlier but whose breasts were lifting her clothes big.

When you look at the chief's chosen slave wife, they're all smaller than the inside.

Load up the round skirt later.

Large, round buttocks that don't suit a small physique represent a presence.

I look at the waist and it is tight.

Remove the spinning string forward.

My big chest dropped out of bounce.

A pink nipple was half-awakened at the top of her chest.

I tried to get my clothes back, but my breasts are big and I can't get them back.

I closed my clothes so I could force myself in.

"What's your name?

"It's Jesus.

"How old?

"It was 14 this spring.

"Have you ever had a husband?

"I'm not here, and I don't"

"What about my mother?

"I will be a slave wife.

Yeah, not a problem in everything. Isn't this a good girl? My face still leaves me only a little young, but with the appearance that I can expect to be beautiful in the future, it won't be a problem.

I took my hip string out.

"Hands in front"

Jesus smiled and put his hands forward.

I gently tied it up and brought it to where I was.

When I make sure I sit down, I choose a second feat, a third feat and a slave wife in turn.

When the Sixth Gong finished choosing, most of the rest of the people stood up at once and walked to their slave wives.

If you look closely, it is the fighters who have not yet chosen and have not stood.

I mean, you get a slave wife, and a warrior picks you out all at once.

If you choose the same person, settle with a wolf, a bow and a sheikh.

Wolves, bows and sheikhs, in brief.

Pose with the hanging voice.

bow beats wolf, chief beats bow, wolf beats chief

That's how the fighters pick their slave wives at the end when they're all done choosing.

The conversation ended with a light discussion and only one wolf, a bow and a chief because both the slave wife and the fighter had to last five years.

I took Jesus back to my Pao.