Chapter 236 – 23. Flower and Bird Month (6)
Records of the 1st meeting of the Flower and Zodiac month, and the tea party.
Three elegant ladies entered the drawing room of the Winter Mansion one after another. Needless to say, they were Estelle Lotringen, Isabel Brienne, and Yvonne Poitier, who had impressive three-color hair. He was a member of the high society so good that one could judge his dignity just by looking at his calm steps.
Only one day has passed since the last meeting.
Even that, strictly speaking, only half a day passed in half a day. Nevertheless, the noble ladies of the north looked visibly excited as if they were looking forward to today’s event. To the extent that he reveals his emotions at first glance even though he is armed with culture, which can be said to be a social virtue.
‘Ah, what about that maid’s soufflé…’
‘I’m already looking forward to the sweet taste of fondant au chocolat.’
As for the pink Estelle and the purple Isabelle, it was because they thought they would taste the delicacies again. The two of them, unknowingly accustomed to the taste of Rom’s cum, were already showing early symptoms of addiction.
‘Hmm, I hope Baron Ardennes’ answer was positive.’
In some ways, the sky-colored Yvonne, who was only interested in the answer to the proposal I gave her, might look better. But before her vices, the woman who was disappointed in her husband for her incompetence, thereby made a mistake.
Romuald Arden is not an ordinary baron. Unlike ordinary people, his behavioral principle is extremely hedonistic. Yvonne’s fate, with the possibility of being rejected because it was a half-threatening proposal, was fixed from that moment on.
In short, before long she becomes the baron’s lady.
To put it a little more bluntly, it becomes a cockhouse that bows its head under her feet and knows that delicious fucking is the greatest pleasure. She would be reborn as a sexually saturated female in exchange for a noblewoman of high status.
“Welcome, everyone.”
Of course, it will take some time for such a fall to take place. So Oriane, who always welcomed the three wives, appeared in a neat appearance. She always boasts an off-white color that would have been seen as a ghost if it wasn’t for her hair that she always braided and curled up like rice straw.
“Isn’t it inconvenient for everyone to come?”
“Mrs. Lemoyen is also true.”
“You’d have to go all the way to the capital to find a paved road like the roads in this city?”
Regenerating Yeongji, only the climate can not be helped. The weather outside, with showers and snow, was embarrassing enough for an aristocrat born in northern Amman. Even a chivalrous knight on the road would refrain from going out, but what about the weak wives?
Even so, Estelle and Isabel did not show any particular disapproval.
Ironically, one was the one who was jealous of the Marquis’s wife, and the other was arrogant and had a high-nosed personality. It wasn’t too far from the villa to the winter mansion anyway, and I didn’t want to grumble about something as trivial as heavy snow.
‘Well, that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of this sloppy bitch.’
‘If things go wrong, I’m the only one who suffers. I can’t even eat refreshments, and there’s nothing to benefit my family.’
However, subjugation is the law that originally comes from minor changes. Oriane, who was not only bad-tempered but had an outstanding political record, was already aware of Estelle and Isabel’s change of heart. She smiled meaningfully from him and offered a seat.
“Thank you for saying that. Everyone please sit down.”
Oriane, blinking blue eyes under her long eyelashes, walked to her round table. In spite of her cold, the room was well-heated to the point of depressingly, so she encouraged her wives to take off their thick coats. Exactly as intended.
‘It’s a little hot…’
‘Next time, I’ll wear something light and not a jacket.’
‘Hmm, when will the baron show his face?’
Estelle, who was still full of her sexiness, stuck out her tongue and fanned her hand. Isabel, who likes to show off her smugness, looked nonchalant and only took off her gloves. Her patience was excellent, even though Yvonne felt the heat as she slightly pulled her neck.
Anyway, the temperature in her room was breathtaking without being humid. She wasn’t sweaty enough, but she was strangely stuffy. It was a way to encourage undressing and exposure without incurring her backlash.
“Is anyone out there? Bring me some refreshments!”
The table, which was made by a craftsman with a deep knowledge of furniture, was covered with a tablecloth sewn by maids of the Marquis family. While the four wives were talking about the props beautifully embroidered with bright flowers, several maids appeared outside holding silver trays with one hand.
“I’ll put the teacup and kettle up.”
“Black tea is a high-quality product that has been aged in the Ruth way. It is not comparable to the finest raw leaves, but now that harvest season has passed, it can be compared to it.”
“The side dishes are soufflé and fondant au chocolat. Both have a mild taste with a little curd added. It is freshly baked and hot, so please be careful.”
“I will serve you the tableware.”
“Finally, milk to be added to black tea. Our mistress prepared it herself.”
“I divided it so that each of the four of us could eat according to their taste. The quantity is ample and there are more, so please let me know if you need.”
The maids, who were faithful to their duties, put the items I was holding on to the table in turn. Without even dreaming about the secret hidden in the refreshment, I did my best to serve it as usual. After that, he politely bowed his head and walked away.
“Well then, shall we go?”
Oriane grinned, holding an antique teacup in her slender hand. As if she had waited for that word, she indulged in it and led the other, who was in a moderate mood with the two wives, into a swamp from which they could not escape.
“I didn’t know much about Ruth-style black tea because I didn’t know much about it, but it tastes pretty boring.”
Unlike the two, who were absorbed in eating and drinking without losing her dignity, Yvonne, who only sipped lightly, commented. Not surprisingly, a popular tea culture in Ruth was to add milk or something like Britannia.
“I will. But will you change your mind if you try the milk there?”
With a click, as if familiar, Oriane opened the lid and scooped out the contents with a small spoon. I put a few spoonfuls of the white, thick, squishy semi-solid into a teacup, stirred it, and tasted it.
“Ah, sooooo…”
He let out such a tickling sound and blushed his cheeks. Her expression was as ecstatic as when her beloved husband violently snatched her fine hair and filled her mouth with cum.
“Umm, um!”
“Delicious, I have to admit this!”
Estelle, who was also munching on a soufflé made with the same ingredients, and Isabel, who was enjoying the sweet flavor of fondant au chocolat, made a similar noise. Just by looking at her face filled with joy, she looked like a woman enjoying an orgasm.
“Is the curd ingredient the Britannia milk you mentioned yesterday?”
“That’s right, today I prepared it together with Mr. Seo.”
“The baron seems to be a very family man.”
“Of course, every time…”
“I guess that’s what I said was this milk.”
“I think it’s closer to jelly than liquid. Does this also have a subtle depth of taste?”
In fact, Oriane’s belly was already trembling.
“Is that enough?”
Yvonne tilted her head and opened the lid of the bowl that belonged to her. I was puzzled while looking at the cloudy milk with a lumpy texture in it, then carefully scooped out a spoonful.
‘It looks like pudding, and from the outside it looks just like semen…’
There are times when the answer that is so absurd is so hard to come up with. Moreover, it was not easy to distinguish the baron’s because it was like an essence in which magic flowed through itself, unlike ordinary people. The smell was not unpleasant, and the taste was mildly sweet.
‘Oh, what are you thinking? These are all occupational diseases.’
It was processed to some extent, though.
“Since you say so, where shall we eat… ?”
Yvonne tasted the spoonful of her raw jizz as she carefully sipped it with her lips.
“… !”
Not knowing that a crystal ball installed in an invisible place was recording, he enjoyed the aftertaste with his eyes wide open, and then spit it out in surprise.
“Oh, wasn’t it a fuss?”
The subconscious remark was rather provocative, and it made Estelle and Isabel furious. I would get angry if anyone slandered something I liked.
“Of course, Madame Poitiers!”
“What do you see us as? No matter how broadly we look at it, we are the only ones who can maintain this level of dignity with the taste of this perfect delicacy right in front of our eyes!”
Baroness Lothringen and Brienne nodded in anger at the round table at the tea party, which seemed to have moved the northern political scene intact. Madame Poitier, who could be said to be neutral, apologized as if she were embarrassed by her slip of the tongue. And Lemoang’s Oriane, who was once kept in check by them, enjoyed watching the scene with a smirk.
Under the water, the invisible spirit fight continues. More than yesterday, more but not less, paradoxically suggests that these three-colored ladies are formidable characters. Especially those who do not easily yield even though they have already come to the mansion aiming for what I will gain.
‘So, I’m looking forward to it.’
Oriane Lemoyn was overjoyed.
‘The West will tame you like me, ah…’
I wouldn’t understand it if it was a normal couple relationship.
‘Be happy…’
The Ardennes baron’s harem was the long-cherished wish of the margrave’s wife.
