Chapter 160 – 15. Reception (Complete)
My dear wife’s meticulous shaving was over after half an hour. Ori Ane, who shaved her thick hair without a single scar, smiled as she caressed his lower chin with a proud expression.
“Okay, that’s all done.”
The wife, who had applied balm evenly so that the skin she touched with the knife would not be irritated, glanced at her man. Even as the large, sunken scar ran across her face, her beauty that stood out was so lovely that I kissed her on the cheek.
“Look here.”
Orianne took her hand mirror out of her basket and pointed it back and forth at Rom’s chin. The shave was successful because her beard, which gave her a dignified feel, showed only a sleek handsome man everywhere. Admiring the skill that was more advanced than before, Rome opened his mouth quietly.
“Huh…”
“I love it?”
“You can open a shop.”
“That’s what I mean. If he hadn’t been born into an aristocracy, he might have become a hairdresser.”
She pretended to put strength on her shoulders as if she was worthwhile, and then smiled bashfully. Here and there she gathered her strewn tools and started tidying up her mess. As she discarded the water in the bowl and washed the used towels, she sorted and washed her utensils.
“Oh, could you put the blanket in the drawer over there in the bathroom?”
“A futon in the bathroom? You mean drawers, not wardrobes?”
“Yes, the service for Baron Ardennes is just starting.”
Rom tilted his head at the unexpected order and headed towards the drawer anyway. From there, she pulled out a cushion that looked like a large duvet and spread it out on the marble floor in the bathroom. Then he smirked as he filled the bathtub with warm water and rummaged under her sink.
“What is in this bottle?”
Oriane asked, holding the spout of the long glass bottle and shaking it gently. It was the essence she pounded and squeezed herself to make balm from the quality mint grass. As soon as the lid was opened, the room filled up, and Rom, wriggling with the refreshing feeling, asked cautiously.
“Madam, please…”
“Whoops.”
The beautiful lady answered with actions rather than words. He grabbed the strap between her collarbone and the nape of her neck and pulled it tight, then she dropped her nightgown to the ground. She became naked, not wearing a single thread, revealing her white jade-like skin.
Bubbling, the water drawn from a nearby hot spring filled the bathtub.
Then she cast a curious look in her captivating manner through the steam rising from her, and approached her husband. She laid him casually on the quilt on the floor and smeared the juice on her breasts, giving off a scent that made her feel hot.
“I really wanted to try it.”
With those words, he groaned as he happily rubbed the baron’s stocky back with his soft breasts. In a warm and humid bathroom, she became a noble lady with the smell of mint and thoroughly captured her man with a lewd massage.
“Sometimes I put all the weight off my shoulders. Leave everything to your wife and just enjoy the comfort. It’s an immoral night-time relationship. We’re a couple anyway. Because we are a light to each other.”
“Mmm, that’s a good word.”
“I read it in a book, and it is said that the Southern Changgwan has a very developed massage technique. People in that region, both men and women, say they entertained with this feeling. So when I looked in the book, it was surprisingly detailed.”
“I didn’t know that noble books deal with such situations in detail.”
“Of course, it’s a dirty novel.”
“It’s kind of strange…”
Rome muttered, closing his eyes comfortably. Oriane laughed as he rubbed her body her against him. She whispered like a massage, as if she was about to share all the conversations she wanted to share before the atmosphere of the reception became thicker.
“Wouldn’t it be quite nice to make such a pretend play?”
“I’m not the bullying knight that appears in my ex-wife’s favorite book…”
“Huh, I don’t think the person who married her mother and daughter at the same time would say that.”
Whisper.
“Didn’t you just get excited and call us a bitch?”
“This is unfortunate.”
“Not only did I try to stop it, but you completely covered my noble and pretty daughter with cum from her head to her toes.”
“Have you ever dried up… ?”
Softly.
“Are you going to laugh at her and spit on her, saying she’s just perfect for a bitch?”
“Even if I know you’re deliberately trying to provoke me, I’m somehow resentful…”
“Oh, it doesn’t work either.”
“No, it might have worked unexpectedly.”
Quadrature.
“Come here, you naughty bitch.”
“Kyaaaaa…!”
And cordially.
* * *
Beef bourguignon made with minced herring and rather tough beef cooked thoroughly, boiled egg, fresh eggplant, and broccoli mixed with plenty of savory cheese, sprinkled with bread crumbs, and seasoned gratin.
Françoise, the dignified maid of the Marquis family, moved with one hand the food I cooked on her round platter her. She put her drink on a raised tray and walked deftly down the corridors where many lights were turned off at dawn.
The destination is the basement of the mansion, the space of Baron Arden.
But for some reason, the space where they had a violent affair just a few dozen hours ago was empty. I thought that the two people who were important to me would always be tightly intertwined, but it was unexpected.
“My lady, are you here?”
After escaping from the harem, Françoise followed her quiet underground corridors to find another space. As she approached the lab, where she felt a lot of people, she knocked on the door and opened it. Then she almost dropped the tray in surprise at the sight that caught my eye.
“Hey, I’m surprised!”
“Yes?”
Lucienne, with her long, golden hair hanging down, looked back at her old lady-in-waiting her. Blinking her eyes and making a surprised expression, she had been engrossed in humiliating the nine dancers ever since her husband left.
“What, someone said something.”
“Who are they?”
Françoise looked disgusted. She had no choice but to do so. The naked women who were bound by heavy chains were literally slaves. Moreover, the baron, who had been there a while ago, excreted his desire without hesitation and ruined it.
“Guys? Well, it’s just like a doll that Seo-Bang-nim and I will play with.”
“Looking at his skin, he looks like a manushi wanderer.
“Bijou, would you dare to do that on the day that is also my wedding reception, if not on any other day?”
“Then what is it?”
“These are the Assassins who are active based in Grande Mande in the west. He secretly infiltrated the mansion without knowing the subject. After interrogating him, he said that the Rose of the Wilderness told him to kill Baron Ardennes or something.”
This time, disgusted for a different reason, she frowned. He glared fiercely at the dancers who were hypnotized and stood there with dazed faces before opening his mouth. After all, Rome was now husband to Françoise. It was not unreasonable to show such a reaction.
“Really? What are all these mean women?”
“They are bitches who live off human lives.”
“Is that why the young lady was educating?”
“Is it really necessary to rehabilitate these bitches? If you get tired of playing with it, throw it away like trash. Still, these bitches should thank me. If I had really attacked Rom without being hypnotized, I would have gone to the other world in one blow.”
There was no conflict of interest at all. Not only as Baron versus Wild Rose, but as North versus West. Even so, Esmeralda Zapiro was the only one who gave the river for the sole reason that she looked easy.
It was natural to pretend, and there was nothing to say even without showing mercy.
“I was very angry this time. So I’m going to harass you until I’m relieved.”
“Looking at the white dried marks on it, the owner must have tasted it too.”
“Everyone is half-hearted. When I asked how it would be like to write it that way, he said yes.”
“Then what are you going to do with it later?”
Lucienne shrugged. I mean, I still don’t know. I liked her appearance of her and took her as a gift for marriage, but originally, she was an unplanned slave.
“I don’t think it will kill anything.”
“It’s new, but it seems that the status of being an adult owner naturally increases.”
“That is the yoke of nobility. It’s like a contradiction in power. But I guess there’s nothing to worry about. Romuald is a more reliable man than Bijou or I worry about.”
Françoise nodded. She set the tray she was holding down on the table in the lab and pondered something. While unconsciously adjusting the grooming of her neat maid uniform, she clapped as if it had come to her mind and said.
“Umm, how about using it as a maid?”
“You want me to treat you like a maid?”
“If the owner and the lady are okay. The manor is already short of manpower, so it’s hard to hire new people, but if it can be used as a sentinel, it’s perfect.”
It wasn’t a bad idea. Lucienne glanced at her lover of the same sex as if she were quite right.
“What, you do it when you do bijou, right?”
“Do you think everything is okay?”
“Great. Garbage can also be recycled. Of course, it’s a little difficult in the hypnotized state like now, and I’ll have to make some adjustments. Either tame the sober mind, or plant a new mind at all. It seems like a good way to go.”
“I’m glad it helped.”
Françoise smiled brightly.
“So, what did you come here for?”
“Ah, I remembered that the owner and the young lady couldn’t prepare a meal. There are dishes prepared in the kitchen, but I thought it would be better to make them fresh than to cool them down, so I cooked them in my own way. But I was surprised that there are women out of nowhere.”
“Rom went to his mother his. Go upstairs and you’ll find it.”
“I’ll call you. We all eat together.”
“Mom and Bijou, too? Haven’t you already eaten?”
“It doesn’t matter if it’s a little bit. It is important to have the first meal as a family. Just because it’s a wedding and a reception doesn’t mean you have to mix your body day and night. These small interactions and memories of everyday life will be the true protagonists.”
Her maid’s bright smile was her proof of why the young lady of her troubled days had chosen her as her lover her. Laughing involuntarily, Lucienne agreed while shaking her head. I thought that memories of polygamy could be accumulated like this.
“Go upstairs and call me to the basement. It’s a bit annoying here because of the bitches, so let’s go to the bedroom instead of the lab.”
“I will. But what can they not eat?”
“Yes? You ate a lot of Seo Bang-nim’s cum earlier?”
“Aha.”
Just like Françoise, she picked up the tray again and again.
Still enjoying the remaining days of the wedding reception.
