Chapter 183 – 18. Henrietta of Deviation (3)
The body containing the mysteries of the world always maintains pleasant health. Like a living herb of immortality, the baron’s whole body took on the quality of elixir, so he was unscathed even in the ensuing fierce battles. Not only did he not receive any fatal injuries in the first place, but he also showed a miracle of healing minor scratches right on the spot.
The wastes in the body were still burning up and disappearing every moment. What filled the void in his body was intense magic power. Even so, Lumiere’s invincible knight squeezed his forehead with rare fatigue.
‘It’s been a while since I’ve been this tired…”
Rome took off the clothes he was wearing and murmured with a deep sigh. I threw the laundry, tangled in blood and dust, into the basket and looked for a nearby table. I supplemented my nutrition by eating a few refreshments that I had prepared for my employer who had returned safely.
Knock, until someone knocks on the door in the hallway and pokes his face in.
Long, lush, straight hair swayed. The color of her hair, glistening in the sunlight filtering through the window, was dark brown. She was Françoise with her eyes as pretty as transparent pumpkins. The concubine maid, who belatedly revealed her voluptuous breasts, spoke with a broad smile.
“Master, are you okay for a moment?”
Wearing a white apron over a black robe, she was dressed in a neat uniform as always. Rom, very happy to see his lovely concubine his, nodded. They had become so close now that they completely forgot that they were taking their clothes off.
“You know you can call me a little more friendly when it’s just the two of us.”
“Yes, but I want to take you as an adult now.”
Françoise’s cheeks flushed slightly with a bright smile. When I saw my sculpted husband standing naked, I involuntarily blushed. Even the scar across his face looked like a medal because he was a dignified ROM.
“The lady seems to be holding a grand banquet in the evening. The owner seems to be happy that he returned safely and unharmed. The lady said she had other urgent business. It seems like the owner is trying to experiment with it.”
Jeong-sil’s mother and daughter are busy. However, even so, the head of the family has returned, and the hospitality cannot be neglected. Therefore, Françoise was saying that she would serve so that she could rest in peace as a concubine and a maid subordinate to the baron.
“So, are you going to wait on me?”
Rom, who was rubbing his sore shoulder his, asked. Every time I looked at him, a serpent-like object slowly rose from between his legs, probably because of his cheeky breasts. In the end, it hit the belly button painfully, and the clear outer water dripped.
“Um, what about it?”
“Listen to the skirt.”
The baron, who suddenly changed into a cold expression, commanded in a low voice. Even so, I was in a situation where my desires were piled up, but the maid who subtly impulsed me seemed to be offended.
“Here, Master…”
Françoise, holding the coat and apron on top of each other, gently lifted the end. Like a female who wants to be favored, she shrank as if she was embarrassed to show off her underwear of her, which was slightly wet in her private parts of her.
A seductive lingerie garter belt.
It was achromatic like the uniform he was wearing, so the meaning was clear. Rom smiled and glared at my concubine. I deliberately sent eyes full of contempt to captivate you with such a look.
“Does it already look like that after a few days?”
“A day without you feels like a year…”
“It’s difficult to underestimate him just because he’s been on the battlefield.”
“Even if I don’t have to wear Seungeun, I want to help her by her side of her.”
“I’m holding back more than usual today. I don’t think it will end on the right line.”
Françoise nodded shyly. That meant it was good. Loving her loyal maid’s sincerity, Rom glanced at the clock hanging in the corner of the room before speaking. I had a feeling that once I started, I would not be able to stop, so I set conditions.
“Then, since I have to attend the banquet, shall I ask you to wait until then?”
“Yes, I will make you comfortable.”
She let down the hem of her skirt and took off her clothes layer by layer. I don’t know when she practiced, but she danced like a skillful dancer, leaving only the garter belt in question. Understanding the feeling of the owner who must have been embarrassed for not being able to wash, he led her to the bathroom.
“I’ll get the hot water right away. Lie down in a comfortable position in the bathtub and relax. Françoise will take care of it so you don’t have to lift a finger on her.”
Rom lay down in the spacious bathtub and immediately enjoyed the hot water gushing from the faucet. The heat that was so hot that steam rose was transmitted to her body and gave her a sense of drowsiness. In the meantime, the maid rummaged through the drawers in her bathroom and served with various utensils.
The shards of her blades seemed to have been scratched, and her messy fingernails her were carefully cleaned with abrasive paper. Her forearms were lathered with her mint-scented soap, then washed. A handful of balm held in her hands her, she dabbed it through her tousled hair, allowing it to seep into her scalp her.
“Ah, indeed…”
Rom, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly exclaimed in admiration. It was because she got a satisfaction she had never felt before from Françoise’s devoted hand her. She seemed to know how she had been so loved by Lucienne in her troubled days.
“Do you have any uncomfortable places?”
“Yeah, I really like it.”
“Your beard seems to have grown a little too, what are you going to do?”
“I’m thinking of growing a little longer, so you can leave it. Besides, it belongs to Oriane.”
Françoise was silent and stretched out her hands. Behind her master her and her husband her, who was lying in her bathtub, he massaged her tightly clasped shoulders with her slender hands. Regardless of whether it was cool or not, it was a very satisfying act thanks to the sincerity contained in it.
“Do you want to do your hair from now on?”
“Yeah? Are you talking about a haircut?”
“No, since shaving is said to be Oriane’s job, it seems somehow sullen.”
Rom coughed for nothing. He was so kind that I couldn’t believe that he was a man who had regarded me as a complete female just a moment ago. He had the attitude that the pleasure he could get through an affair was good, but that the rapport he had with his wife was more important than that.
“It’s not like that. How much do I respect you, how can you be jealous over something so trivial?”
“Françoise, having multiple wives also means that it becomes difficult to give love to everyone.”
“At least the owner has nothing to worry about. We are happy just to have you by our side. More than anything, you’re not the kind of person who will just sit back and watch such a discord arise.”
After washing her hair in running water, Françoise turned off the faucet. I looked at the baron’s eyes and hesitantly confessed. About the troubles she faced after becoming Mrs. Ardennes.
“However, I feel that there isn’t much I can do for you.”
“Even with such thoughtful waiting?”
“It’s something anyone can do. As the benevolent lord of Marquis Baekryeong, please always bring me psychological stability. As an excellent mystic, the young lady adds wisdom every time. But all I do is run errands for an ordinary maid.”
Rom, who hadn’t heard, shook her head. She quietly beckoned the concubine, who kept belittling herself, and called her to her side of her. Then he wrapped her around her waist and pulled her towards me and whispered in her ear her.
“Do you love me, Francoise?”
“In earnest.”
“So do I. We confirmed that sincerity through two lives. But why do you think that?”
“Maybe it’s because I love you so much. If it’s simply providing the body, it’s something that even a slave, not a concubine, can do. Of course, it is rewarding to serve as a restaurant for the owner to enjoy.”
Still, I can’t help but be greedy. I want to use my own organs to become a helpful concubine maid. To sum up Francoise’s words, it was.
“If you follow the will of the mistress and the lady, you will win more women in the future.”
“I just need you.”
“No, I’m hoping for that too. Although each of us has different reasons, we all want my husband to be reborn as a person who reigns supreme over countless females.”
“Because I still have enough.”
“I’m not saying that the owner is greedy and that’s how it will be. He is a person who cares for us so much that he will be like that. As I said, the madam and the lady and I want that.”
Only then did Rom realize why his wife his was messy. The cause is probably because she was enslaved by the assassins who broke into the mansion. In the blink of an eye, the number of beautiful-looking females increased by ten, so why not worry?
Concubines and soothers, slaves and livestock.
A maid with low self-esteem in the midst of ever-increasing loot, I would not have been sure of my place in her. So she must have felt depressed, wondering where her usefulness her might be.
“It is often said that people’s greed is endless. I know that wanting to be happy is presumptuous. But I still want it. Whatever it is, I also want to become a person who plays a pivotal role in the life of the owner.”
The baron sympathized with her anguish with a calm nod of the head. Her wife, young lady, and maid want their man to be happier. He wants to grab a pleasure that no one else can easily enjoy.
That fact is self-evident.
However, after that, when the numbers increase one by one like this, I hope that each of them will be given their own role. At least today’s Françoise Ardennes is like that.
“I will do whatever you want. So, if you have any concerns about that, feel free to consult me. That’s what a couple is.”
“It is a question without an answer. Even if I said it, I thought it would only make planting uncomfortable. I ended up talking like this.”
“Each person has their own area of talent. Besides, it’s enough for me to serve you like this. I can’t replace it with anyone else and I don’t want to. But if that doesn’t satisfy you, I have a job for you.”
Rome kissed Françoise’s forehead. From an extremely close distance, he looked into her eyes with a serious gaze.
“It’s something only you can do.”
“What is it?”
“Middle manager, you educate and manage what I will gain in the future.”
Oriane Lemoang takes on the mental support of Dongto. Lucienne Lemoang is in charge of plotting the plot and tricks. Finally, Françoise is in charge of managing the slaves and livestock that the baron will own.
“Françoise, the submaid of the Winter Mansion.”
“… !”
“Would you please prove that you are a female who will set an example for the new slaves?”
Then, kissing the maid’s cheek her, which was as hot as a blush, Rome whispered her new title her, while adding:
“You will have to work hard. I’m not going to finish it in moderation today.”
“That, will you take it easy?”
Honeymoon, that is, the beauty of newlywed life as sweet as honey lies in this place.
“No, I won’t let you go even if you faint.”
We will always get through this well and be together.
