Chapter 211 – 21. I.
You said you had a husband and children!
Taking a married man for a long time is also considered the worst crime. Not to mention married women!
No matter how much Aran is the king, he is still the head of an aristocratic household with a decent husband and family, but he covets him without hesitation!
Mullah panicked and tried to push him away.
But Aran is someone.
Even the formidable power of a woman is no different from the flapping of a butterfly’s wings in front of him.
In the end, her arm did not play any role, and she rather gave Aran a sense of conquest and excitement.
“Puha! What are you doing!”
As Aran opened her mouth, she turned on her twin wicks and asked.
It was the first time a man had ever been born this way.
“What?”
Aran no longer showed respect, but reached out his hand her and grabbed a handful of plump breasts.
“Hyauk!”
A face flushed red with shame.
She was furious
“Stop it now!”
Aran also held the other breast.
“Huh!”
He rubbed it openly, drawing a circle from inside to outside as if stroking it.
If you don’t feel ashamed of this, you won’t be human.
“I told you to stop!!”
Mullah cut off Aran’s arm.
It seemed that she needed to go stronger.
But…
“Where are you Antal?”
Alan did not back down.
It’s no different from being gifted as a slave in the first place, so it’s stupid to not eat and move on.
Aran pushed her into her bed for her rebellion her.
She let out her cute scream as she fell over her ball.
“You don’t seem to know your situation yet. I feel sorry for you.”
Aran laughed and took off her pants. The big thing of his jumped up.
“Heeeee
“Well… How about it.”
Aran approached her shaking and undressed her.
No, it would be more appropriate to say that the horse is peeling.
“Kyaaak!! A man with a father and a wife!! He still has a conscience?!”
“Do you see it?”
I knew it would be embarrassing.
Alan didn’t budge.
How could such a person exist?
Mullah despaired.
She couldn’t win by force and no words could make her stop.
‘Ah… No…! I’m sorry babe…’
She closed her eyes and shed a single tear.
Boo-wook!
Around that time, all of her clothes her finally came off, revealing her fair skin.
With the blessing of Mana, the women who did not grow old until they died had firm skin and a good figure, just like women in their 20s or late teens, even if they were in their 80s.
The same goes for the married woman who gave birth to her child her.
Rather, she often ripened more deliciously than her virgin as her vagina her increased moderately and her sexual experience her accumulated.
A representative example is Seorae.
Aran let her drool flow and tossed her nipples away, biting her shyly revealing pink spit into her mouth her.
“Ah…”
Mullah groaned involuntarily.
She wept bitterly.
And she resented Aran.
‘If I go back… I will definitely get my revenge. I’m going to get revenge!!’
I can’t stop getting dirty, so I’ll at least take revenge.
Of course, since she is a simple woman, she can think of it, but if she was a woman, she would not dare to think of such a thing.
Whoops!
Aran, who was teasing her body her in the middle of it, finally spread her legs apart and tore her soft lower underwear to both sides.
Of course, she ripped it like a hole from the middle of the part that covered her genitals to make it even more exciting.
Her genitals of her, trembling in fear, were revealed through the split underwear on her left and right sides of her.
“This moment is the most exciting. Cancer.”
“Ah… That’s all… Please…”
She had come this far and had not the slightest idea that she would quit, but she said with hope that she might.
“I don’t like it. I will.”
But too.
Aran didn’t even listen to Mulla’s plea and shoved it in.
“Haha!”
She gasped and choked at the object that came in all at once.
“You’re so… So big…!”
There was no comparison at all with her husband’s her.
Unlike him, who felt nothing at times, he felt a pain that seemed to rip his whole body apart and a feeling of stuffiness as if he was filled with something.
“Whoa… That’s good…!”
Aran patted her head, enjoying her distorted face her.
“I’ll enjoy it from time to time. It would be perfect if I had you as a lady-in-waiting next to me.”
“What…Son…Aww!”
Without answering her question, he moved her waist right away.
As expected, consideration was a violent act that buried it in the ground.
“Ah, it hurts… Aww!”
“It’s okay. I’m in a good mood.”
Fluffy!
Grabbing her by the ankles and pressing them toward Mullah’s head her, he teased her at the waist her, admiring her sleek legs her, her throbbing breasts her, and Mullah’s face full of humiliation and shame.
A throbbing obscene sound filled the room, and dizzying pleasure and high-pitched moaning filled his satisfaction.
Ten minutes like that.
Aran ejaculated inside her.
“Huh…!”
A large amount of hot liquid poured into her womb her and her eyes widened.
Receiving the semen of a rapist.
Despair is not like this.
‘Ah… I don’t have the face to see him…’
“Whoa…That’s nice. Give them all these gifts. Shouldn’t old Aphrodite be especially kind?”
Swoop.
Aran rubbed her vagina while enjoying the lingering sound.
A languid pleasure arose from the friction of her semen-filled vaginal orifice.
“Gift…?”
Mulla reacted.
Is it a gift?
It may just be a kind of expression, but I felt something ominous.
It never seemed to be a simple expression.
“Huh? Oh, you said you didn’t know, right?”
Aran sneaked out of the way for a more delicious meal.
Of course, things were taken out.
“Cheuk. There’s a letter from you on the desk over there. Read it.”
“…”
Mullah hesitated.
For some reason, it was meaningless to find out, and it seemed that knowing would make me feel even more miserable.
But even so, her body her moved.
Ignoring the pain in her lower leg her, I walked over like a hypnotized person and opened the letter on her desk her.
Alan followed quietly behind him.
“Ah…This is…!”
There was a line that shouldn’t be behind the trivial…Perhaps predictable content.
The woman who delivered her letter is a gift, so she can use it as she pleases.
In other words, whoever delivered the letter became Aran’s property. Voluntarily or unintentionally.
“Did you see it?”
“I… Can’t even…Is this fake? Right?”
“Do you think I can fake it, as I’m new to writing?”
Aphrodite is a masterpiece.
Although it seemed to be scribbled carelessly, it was a handwriting that could not be easily imitated because of the considerable elegance and beauty of the writing.
And that’s what Mulla knew.
“Ah…..”
A feeling of despair.
She was still in abyss and despair, but she was far below what she thought was the end.
“My…My family…? My house…?”
“Well.”
Aran stroked the back of Mulla, who despaired as she stood.
She was so desperate that she couldn’t even react to it.
‘I have a strange hobby…But…’
Why is the despair of someone else…A woman so sweet?
Aran felt that she was not bad even though she thought that she had corrupted herself.
There is power and there is power.
There are beautiful wives, and there are beautiful slaves.
Will increase in the future
What’s wrong with living greedily?
What about being selfish?
Thanks to you, it’s so shiny.
Aran whispered in her ear.
“I’ll take you and let you live if you want. But you’re mine.”
“Really…?”
“Yes. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a family to cheer up?”
He whispered sweet words like a devil.
Of course, it’s only considered sweet because she’s in hell now, but originally, far from being sweet, it was something I could write and spit out over and over again.
“If you work hard, your family can live.”
Aran opened her hips gently.
She didn’t do or refuse any more.
“Yeah nice … Have you ever done it with her ass?”
* * *
“Your Highness! Make a decision!”
“…”
Vanessa closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip.
Her chin her trembled involuntarily.
A historic…And humiliating moment of declaration.
The nobles’ attention was focused on her lips.
“Majesty!”
“Make a decision!”
“There is no other way than this!”
Eventually, Vanessa opened her eyes and stood up.
Then, as if to calm her anger, he drew in her breath.
“I will follow your opinion.”
“Majesty…”
Lonely smiles spread across the nobles’ faces.
A bright, but not bright, dark smile.
But even so, the smile of overcoming this situation.
“I will surrender to the Great Kingdom and become a subject country.”
