Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 344

Chapter 344 – 34. Marguerite in Bondage (4)

What is faith?

Belief in supernatural beings is due to its indeterminate authority. It means using a type of self-hypnosis to overcome a life full of fears and questions. It was a time when the high heavenly gods were silent.

The transcendent that descended on the material body is no longer there. Disappointed with humans, they locked the doorknob of the divine world and separated the two worlds. And then he suddenly disappeared as if he would never return. Until those left behind are at odds, each trying to find a way to survive.

Some became non-believers, but some became blind believers.

Marguerite, who had been reading her religious order’s theological books since she was at the convent, looked back at herself anew. I wondered to myself which side I would be, who would be happy to place an ugly penis on her face under the banner of her immorality.

‘Looking back, I wasn’t particularly religious when I was young.’

Arsene Dior was originally a favorite. Even before he ran away from home, he was a promising successor to Chun Nian-gong and was a decent person to everyone. Even though his personality has changed since the relationship broke down due to an unknown incident.

‘Until then, I was a tomboy…’

Before he became the Duke of Darkness, he wasn’t a particularly ugly brother. Because there were some things that could be called memories. But how can one not feel disappointed when a brother monopolizes his parents’ attention in his young heart? Marguerite at that time had many accidents due to her lack of affection.

‘Charles was just as troublesome as me, and Emilian was so well-behaved that he didn’t need any care.’

Of course, she also became more mature after her younger siblings were born. She further took on the role her parents should have played and became the de facto hostess. However, it was still not the time when the daughter of a famous family became a faithful nun and was praised even after returning to secular life.

It was after the father took in his beautiful concubine.

The eldest son who left home returns, and the half-youngest son is born. Marguerite was greatly comforted by the sight of the child following her in particular. Starting with her mother, her father died, and one of her younger siblings disappeared, so she could endure it.

‘Yes, the benevolent abbot was not the future I dreamed of. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure what she really wanted back then. However, she only has deep memories of struggling to survive…’

In any family, those who are pushed out of the succession structure usually meet a miserable end. Although her situation was better as she was imprisoned in a convent, the label of her famous family made her a good target in a place where the clandestine struggle was just as fierce as that outside her.

Stigma and prejudice, subtle and persistent harassment.

Marguerite’s faith was cultivated by others. Her theological studies were also a path she chose to avoid being left behind in the competition for survival she was experiencing for the first time in her life. I had to arm myself so that those blinded by jealousy and envy would not attack me carelessly.

‘It’s so boring, isn’t it? As my father once said, people fear those they cannot face. I wonder if it was surprising to them that I was able to persevere even in the face of hardships and trials that were by no means small.’

Around the time she achieved a pious and untouchable status, many changes occurred around her. The treatment had changed. By embracing those who were hostile and proving my worth to those who treated me as a nuisance.

‘Those around me held me up as a steadfast nun and an example of a believer. She honestly didn’t feel bad. As a result, I really became that kind of person without even realizing it. But her mask is bound to come off eventually…’

She always lied to herself. She deceived him by saying that her attachment to her younger brother, who had followed in her footsteps since childhood, was only a familial thing. In reality, he ignored the sincerity of the subject who wanted immoral incest more than anyone else.

Sometimes, when my desires exceeded my self-control, I coped with it by focusing more on my faith, isn’t it terrible?

But Marguerite was feeling it. Even after she established her current position, she continued to shudder at the futility of blind faith. I was troubled by the feeling that I had buttoned her button wrong. She was conflicted, not knowing where she had gone wrong.

‘This is wrong. It is a mortal sin that must not be committed. But I still remember my sister. A knight who took up a sword solely to save me. So, even if this is an unforgivable and immoral act, I am willing…’

It wasn’t anymore.

‘Yes, I can accept it…’ …’

Because the young male demanding obedience in front of me right now was the true salvation rather than the silent celestial body up there. I was able to abandon and convert to a path of faith that I did not want.

“Sister Mar, give me a kiss of oath.”

So it was time for ritual. Rom, who had been reborn as a being worthy of worship, commanded softly. He demanded with a mischievous expression his sister, whose elegant aura was stimulating his desire to conquer even in his vulgar clothes. I ask you to give me the intimate and informal expression of affection between lovers.

“If there’s something you don’t know, I’ll tell you.”

As if squatting profanely wasn’t enough, he spread his legs wide. Without even having time to groan at the feeling of digging into the crack, I had him place both his arms neatly behind his head.

“Can I do it like this, Lord…” … ?”

Marguerite asked with a trembling voice. I felt very ashamed because I had seen how lewd the behavior of the monster who projected me was. My cheeks were as red as blush and showed no signs of calming down.

“Yes, smile and put your lips together.”

My sister nodded thoughtfully and followed the instructions. I sacrificed the noblest part of my body to the dirtiest and meanest part of my brother’s body. The glans of the cock that was dripping with her juices announced that this girl will trust you from now on.

“Praise you, my little god…” …”

It was very strange to hear a small, vague sound. There was no one who wouldn’t be excited to see the look in his eyes that recognized and looked up to his younger sibling, whom he had always thought of as an object of care, as a male, or the long traces of obedience that stretched out like a thread.

“What are you swearing?”

“I want to throw away all my past self-proclaimed servants of heaven and become a nun who only looks at her half-brother’s cock.”

The abbess, who was calm in everything, was uncharacteristically fawning. Without caring at all about her older sister’s reputation, she gradually fell into the sense of liberation that immorality gave her. Even his identity as a major figure in the Gallic religious world was used for greater pleasure.

“I, Marguerite Dior, hereby solemnly declare that I am the Lord’s bitch…”

“But I prefer the word ‘fuck house.'”

“Yes, then I am your dick…” …”

The price of conversion is demotion. As a new nun with no sense of style, she must erase from her mind all the common sense she has learned so far.
The religion that worshiped Baron Arden as its deity taught some unconventional doctrines, unlike other faiths.

“Sister Mar, is this my fucking house?”

“Of course, I am the Lord’s house…” …”

“You won’t get scolded if I hit you with my dick, right?”

“Rather, I will think about what I did wrong…”

Fortunately, Rom’s first believer was as talented a minister as he was beautiful. She was a female who had the ability to understand the wishes of a young man who was temporarily younger due to alcohol and drugs and even wrote a scripture.

“Hehe, the cute noona is really annoying.”

“It’s just an honor…”

“You know, then from now on you’re going to remember what I tell you?”

Marguerite Dior was like that. He had already let his desires out of control once and became infatuated with his younger brother. He even attempted to manipulate Rom’s actions, which he simply followed, by giving them plausible reasons one by one.

When I was young, my older sister scolded me every time I did something wrong.

Harshly molesting my strict and scary, but at the same time kind, sister brought me an indescribable pleasure. Therefore, Rom, who had been imbuing everything he had previously learned through his affair with the dancers, finally felt an impulse.

‘Hmm, something about Marr feels really sexy!’

I wanted to cum so sticky that my hair got all tangled up. I wanted to spit on her and dirty her face while she was looking at me. I wanted to give her an unpleasant pat on the back of the head and tingle her throat. She wanted to bury her face between the valley of her delicious breasts and make a fool of herself.

‘I want to fuck you until it makes a popping noise!’

The finishing touch, of course, was to ejaculate until it reached deep into the womb. After dyeing the entire body in a hazy color, even every wrinkle in the soft vagina was conquered.

‘Ah, you don’t have to endure it. You don’t have to endure it anymore. It’s okay to flatter my younger brother by holding up that big object with my whole face. There’s no one to say anything. Even though I have to deal with the villains who made Rom like that…’

It was like a dream. However, Marguerite, who had gradually become addicted to the joy of immorality, did not imagine anything different.

‘It’s against the rules. I didn’t know that degrading women’s dignity could be this happy. Being able to let go of a heavy burden and be honest with your true feelings is a reward in itself. I want to fully receive Rom’s desires hidden behind that innocent expression with this body.’

It was no mistake that my half-sister’s once fair and beautiful skin turned red as if it had been dyed by her sunset. It wasn’t enough to hear informal language from my younger brother, but the feeling of being completely reversed and taken over was truly the best feeling.

If we go back to our daily lives, handling will still be the least of our worries.

In a place where only two people are together, the Lord requires us to kneel politely and use respectful language.

It wasn’t a very distant future. Until you can enjoy that narrow gap. Marguerite, who repeatedly held his face, which was so heavy that it was almost like a weapon, began to speak. Your apostle is here, as if asking for a revelation.

“I will, Lord…” …”

I held his hands together and begged him. It’s not that it wasn’t, it was really a prayer. A female who can finally serve her younger brother, whom she once had to look at, as a god.

“Please teach me…” … ?”

A sister who decided to become a dick house, a nun who serves dick.

“To this poor sister…”

Soon by Marguerite Dior.