Chapter 595 – Ep.593 Tullius Empire
After taking a refreshing bite from Irina’s mouth, the next thing I did was to taste the dishes brought by the employees who had noticed what Irina and I were doing.
“Delicious…”
It may not be the ultimate taste that will make you shed tears or make you see the universe while accompanied by special music, but it was the first curry I’ve tasted in a really long time and it definitely had enough stimulation and quality to touch my tongue and heart.
I don’t know if they used flour or rice flour, but I spread a soft yet rich curry on the chewy and soft naan, then put a lot of thick lamb on top and stuffed it into my mouth.
The combination of the pungent aroma of curry that fills your mouth and the juicy lamb juice that bursts out every time you move your chin makes your tongue scream in happiness.
“… “Is it really delicious?”
“Yes? “Can you feel the taste of home?”
“Uh. The best.”
After the waiter left, Irina became more active again, and when I praised her cooking, she was visibly pleased and began to savor it in the same way I did.
‘This isn’t it… Shit… ‘My hands won’t stop.’
The moderately spicy yet soft flavor of butter and milk that spread down her throat gently caressed her tongue, and by the time she came to her senses, she had already emptied the dishes cleanly.
“Thank goodness…”
“What?”
“Uh? Ah, speaking of desert dishes… Because it doesn’t necessarily suit men’s tastes. Especially here…”
“I’m sure if someone else had come, I might have gotten scared and run away.”
Salad rather than stew.
For men who prefer fruit over meat, if you ask them to eat a strong-flavored curry with very fatty lamb, they might misunderstand that the other person is trying to torture them.
“The sandwich I eat for lunch is full of meat… I came here partly as a gamble. But since I ate it so well…”
He said something more later, but it was too quiet to be heard. However, if you think about the flow of the conversation, it probably means that it was good that I ate so happily.
‘But if you do this, it’ll just be a normal meal.’
In fact, even after I finished eating her dish, I was thinking about letting Irina suck my dick again. But after eating curry, it feels a bit like that.
Although I didn’t mind touching high-alcohol whiskey, I should say that I felt an instinctive reluctance. Honestly, I believe that if you ask people what they would put on their dick between alcohol and curry, most people would choose alcohol.
‘Well, I can’t help it.’
I placed my cock, which was still stiffly raising its head under the tablecloth, against my lower abdomen, then pulled up my panties and pants that had been slightly pulled down and fastened the belt.
I was treated to such a fantastic curry, but I felt like interrupting Irina’s meal was a bit of a prick on her conscience.
“But Irina.”
“Uh, why?”
She didn’t even notice me wriggling her fingers or inserting my dick back in. She quickly raised her head and looked this way.
“Is Irina also a noble with a title?”
“Uh? “That’s natural.”
Perhaps because my question was a bit unexpected, Irina continued to answer my questions and add a little more flesh to the story until her second dish arrived.
Among them, Irina herself and Lord Melbourne, to name just a few of those that might be of help to her. And the fact that all three of the leaders she saw at the Crystal Palace were nobles with the rank of count.
Also, I am the only person in our Order of the Blue Rose without a title.
And even if you don’t have a title, the moment you become a knight belonging to the imperial family, you are treated as a nobleman equal to a baron.
Lastly, the truth is that even though I am the head of an organization that is just a knighthood without a title, the reason everyone treats me is half because I have a good face and body, and half because they are afraid of Bizeline, who became the guarantor of my status.
The nobles who were born and raised in the empire prefer men who are thin and look like they might break if kicked, rather than men like me who are big and almost effeminate.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Come in.”
Irina, who was chatting excitedly with me, quickly brought the employees inside when she heard a knock on the door.
“What. “Why are you standing there and not coming in?”
“… “Wait a minute, I’m starting to cough.”
The employee who made eye contact with Irina’s question offered a plausible excuse, but my eyes cannot deceive me. The two people standing behind her, including her, clearly looked a little disappointed to see me and Irina just sitting and chatting normally.
Of course, like a professional, he quickly took control of his facial expressions, but he couldn’t avoid my eyes.
‘I keep getting bad thoughts when they do that over there…’
While I was thinking for a moment, the waiters came closer and placed the second dish in front of us.
“Oh…”
When the lid covering the plate disappeared, it contained grilled chicken with a strong scent of spices.
“Then.”
After the waiters left, Irina and I delighted our tongues and stomachs with grilled chicken that was naturally sweet, salty, and savory.
If I hadn’t met La-Rocha and the other women, I would have had a strong question as to how I could obtain these spices in the desert, but in this amazing medieval fantasy world, there are huge bushes and ruins everywhere in the desert. I wasn’t that surprised because I knew from first-hand experience that it could be discovered.
‘Did you say Isolde?’
I don’t know how long it’s been since I last tasted such a strong spice.
When I return to the mansion today, I will talk to Nyaho and ask him to help Giena and Beneo learn how to cook. That’s how much the first and current grilled chicken suited my taste.
“Has Irina met anyone among the royal family?”
“Your Majesty has seen you several times, and the Crown Princess and the Princesses continue to see each other twice a month. The princes… Well?”
Unfortunately, Irina had no contact whatsoever with the princes I wanted to know.
“Any rumors about the princes?”
“Uh… I think they would know if we asked our kids… I’m not really interested…”
“I see.”
“Well, I still remember some recent news about the third prince… ?”
“What?”
“Sir Adrian, one of the Ten Demon Saints, is very fond of the Third Prince and always goes with him… Also, she is the 3rd prince and she is having dinner parties with various nobles within the palace?”
Surprisingly, I knew everything.
That’s right, I was the one who named Adrian to Marvius, and I heard directly from the person himself that he was going to create his own force, so I can’t help but notice.
“How many more are left?”
“Two. And dessert.”
After confirming that dessert would be served separately, I nodded and chatted lightly with Irina until the next dish arrived.
What district do you live in, what is your salary, what was your most difficult moment at work, and other trivial things.
Irina also secretly conducted a survey on me, and I told her everything without hiding anything except for my lovers.
Starting with the fact that I live in Bizelin-sama’s mansion, to the fact that I turned twenty-seven this year.
For your information, Irina was two years older than me, and I was once again able to realize that she was very popular with the older girls.
“I will prepare dessert.”
As we chatted like that, the rest of the dishes had already disappeared into our stomachs, and the waiters who came in to pick up our empty plates left, saying they would bring the last dessert.
“Irina.”
“Uh, huh?”
Irina, who was rubbing her swollen belly and leaning back in her chair in a very comfortable position, unlike her first time, straightened her back and stiffened when I brought my face close to her and called her name.
“I ate well today.”
“Well, what… The black deer meat in the sandwich I ate today would have been more expensive…”
Oh, I almost forgot.
When I get back, I’ll tell Nyaho that there’s no need to go out of his way to bring black deer meat.
“That’s it. “I was treated to a nice dinner today, so I’d like to repay you lightly.”
“Repay, repay…” … ?”
“Uh. Pay.”
Irina is visibly happy and at the same time embarrassed again for having that fact revealed on her face.
I think it would be fun in many ways to be together.
“Well, it’s okay… ?”
“Really?”
“Uh? Uh, ah, that…”
I said with a chuckle as Irina’s eyes were shaking like crazy as if there had been an earthquake.
“I’m kidding. Instead, you can only get it here. Do you want to take it?”
“Bah, I’d like to take it.”
Irina nods her head without even asking what it is.
“Then take off your pants and panties.”
“Take off your pants and panties… Mu, mumu, what?!”
Irina continued as she placed her hands on her thighs, reacting even more violently than when I took off her pants and pulled out my cock.
“Never get caught. “You saw it earlier, right?”
“B-but…”
“Irina. If you don’t make a sound, you’ll never be caught. Trust me.”
Sorry. I’ve already caught everything. But it was also Irina’s fault for raising her head without checking that there was cock hair on her cheek.
While I was reciting excuses that were not excuses that I could never say, Irina, who was in great agony, lowered her flushed face.
Sweet.
Then, with my hands, I unfastened the belt that was holding my pants tightly in place, then held on to both sides of my pants and slowly pulled them down, just like I did a little while ago.
Her firm thighs greeted me along with the black bushes. At the same time, a sweet smell spreads throughout the room.
I deliberately folded Irina’s tablecloth so that only a glimpse of her dark bush was visible, and then I stuck my hand between her cupped crotch.
It’s okay.
“You’re so wet.”
“Yes, you told me to lick that earlier…”
Snap!
“Huh?!”
I slightly spread her plump labia with her index and ring fingers and gently inserted her middle finger into the lustful hole that was throbbing and dripping with hot love juice, and Irina collapsed on the table, squeezing her pussy hole.
“If you do that, you’ll get caught. Are you okay?”
“Ha, ugh… Now, wait a minute…”
Even though she didn’t even move her middle finger, and just moved her index and ring fingers that were spreading her labia, opening and closing them repeatedly, Irina let out a moan soaked in pleasure, and her body was shaking.
‘Well, I already know everything, so it doesn’t matter.’
The employees will pretend not to notice and will watch what I and Irana do and use it as good food for tonight.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Hi… ?!”
“Now, you have to answer.”
“Uh, uhm… !!”
Wow ♥
Irina’s pussy tightened like crazy as she swallowed her middle finger.
“Come in… !!”
Irina seemed a little angry and deliberately made a loud noise to hide her trembling voice.
Grumble.
The door to the closed special room opened, and as I expected, the three employees who had served us from the beginning appeared, pulling a cart.
The problem is.
“I came here to hear your evaluation of my cooking and to personally introduce you to a dessert that hasn’t been released yet.”
Isolde, the owner of this place and an acquaintance of Irina, came along.
