Chapter 149 – Detention
#149.
“Albert, I have a story to share with Gaon-kyung, so please go out.”
“Yes, Priscilla-sama.”
At Priscilla’s instruction, Albert bowed his head and went outside.
As her door closed, she smiled as she gracefully raised her teacup and looked down at her garden.
“Come on, sit down. Let’s have tea together.”
“Then excuse me.”
With a familiar gesture, Gaon removed the chair on the other side and sat down with a moderate movement. As he had once been a member of the Imperial Palace Knights during the second playthrough, his manners were impeccable.
“Gaon. When did the Guardians say they would come?”
“Probably in four days. They said that in order to get papal approval, Archbishop Antonio the Elder would have to step up in person.”
“Is that so? 4 days… Time will pass quickly if you are with Gaon. Yes?”
Priscilla’s eyes were crooked like crescent moons.
Three days have passed since we confirmed each other’s feelings and became lovers. A lot has changed during that time, but Priscilla’s personality has changed the most.
She, who had been pitiful yet passive and dark, had now turned into a bright, active and proud lady.
It is most likely that he was originally like this.
What had been suppressed through her long life with the Count had blossomed due to Gaon.
Even such changes appeared at night.
Since they became lovers, they haven’t missed a day in their relationship, but yesterday they took a ride, saying they wanted to do it from above.
The married woman’s thick-skinned information splendidly extorted his semen and greatly shortened his journey to conception.
In fact, since she had ejaculated dozens of times in three days, the sperm and egg must have already formed a bond in her womb.
Implantation takes place about a week after the semen and egg meet. You will probably be able to confirm your pregnancy within 4-5 days.
The timing was good as it was possible to dispatch guardians and confirm pregnancy at the same time.
Of course, this is the assumption when things proceeded peacefully.
With Tang!
“Oh!”
As she drank her tea and cut her cake, Priscilla let out her sigh. She quickly turned her head to see the fork she had just bounced off the floor rolling under her table.
“I dropped my fork. Whoops.”
“It’s okay. Call Albert.”
“No. Please wait. Pick up the fork first.”
Priscilla stood up from her chair and headed under her table, stopping her warming.
Call Albert and she’ll clean it up and bring her fork. I don’t know if it’s necessary, but she’s already under the table.
Examining her dress for wrinkles, Priscilla continued to crawl deeper and deeper, not paying attention to her fork.
Eventually, she arrived right in front of Gaon.
“Priscilla… ? What now…”
“Shhh—stay still.”
Asking her perplexity, she put her index finger to her lips, blinked one eye, pushed her face between him and her table, and reached out her hand and caught her by the waist.
Then, as she raised her hips as she looked up at her, he pulled down her pants as well as her panties and grabbed the protruding cock with both hands.
“On the first day, Gaon was like that, right? I want you to clean it up.”
“That…”
“Because I couldn’t do it then. I’m going to do it now. … It can not?”
Priscilla asked with a lustful smile. What kind of man would refuse in a situation like this? Naturally, Gaon had no choice but to nod his head.
When his permission was granted, Priscilla laughed even more, and she cautiously opened her mouth and bit her glans.
“Cheer up.”
“Um… !”
The inside of her mouth was a little slippery than usual from the whipped cream. Gaon stiffened his waist and buried himself in the backrest of the warm yet soft mucous membrane.
He felt indescribable satisfaction at the thought of sucking cock in the count’s mansion in broad daylight with the countess under the table.
It is said that the instinct to conquer someone is inscribed at the genetic level in the creature called man through the history of mankind.
Perhaps that is why the pleasure he felt now was incomparably stronger than simple physical pleasure.
“Chuleup—Peck it. Side!”
“Whoa…”
A muffled sound resounded on the balcony where the warm sunlight was pouring down.
It is said that in aristocratic families, women are taught sex education as well as techniques to satisfy their husbands. Maybe that’s why Priscilla’s fellatio was also very pleasant for the first time.
Even if it was impossible to use even his throat, the technique of stimulating his erogenous zones by moving his tongue in detail was truly excellent.
“Um, chuuuuu! Peck… Gaon, how are you?”
In response to Priscilla’s question, whose cheeks protruded from her glans, Gaon gently tidied up her disheveled hair and answered.
“Great. I am doing well.”
“Huh… That’s all.”
Priscilla, who took a break from her praise, shook her head quickly again and sucked on his prick.
Each time his hair fluttered and hit his thighs, but that only multiplied his pleasure.
About 10 minutes passed, and around the time Priscilla’s chin relaxed, Gaon gently wrapped her hand around the back of her head and whispered.
“Priscilla. I will be cheap.”
“Um… !”
Gaon calmed down and ejaculated at the sight of her softly nodding his head.
Pew! Pyubyub!
Even though he had been working hard until dawn today, the same amount of semen as usual gushed out of his balls that filled up in a few hours.
Priscilla’s cheeks began to swell due to circumstances that lasted as long as 20 seconds.
As she met Gaon’s gaze, she smiled at her, then gulped and swallowed her semen.
Even in the midst of this, she stuck out her tongue and rubbed her urethral tool tenaciously, so much so that her ejaculation and the pleasure that came upon her at the same time made her unconscious.
Moving her hand around the back of her head and inserting her repeatedly, he sighed and released her Priscilla.
Joo-wook-
The tip of her glans slipped out as Priscilla withdrew. A long thread of semen runs from the urethra to her lips, then breaks.
She swallowed all the semen in her mouth and then sucked it all up again like kissing her glans.
Then he undid her pants and, as if nothing had happened, left her table and drank her tea.
“Whoa… The tea is delicious. Right? Gaon.”
“… Yes. It is very delicious.”
After a very short thrill, peaceful time passed again.
Had it been like that for 30 minutes?
As soon as he ate all the cakes and wondered if the tea time should be over, he felt a lot of signs approaching his room.
As he stared at the door nervously at the unusual atmosphere, it suddenly opened without knocking.
‘Count?’
It was the Count who opened the door.
He entered the room with an angry expression and shot savagely at Gaon and Priscilla, who awkwardly raised their bodies.
Behind them, six knights were holding their posture and implicitly applying pressure.
“Um, what’s going on? Why is this…”
Priscilla panicked and stood up to say something, but the Count shouted.
“Immediately arrest you!”
[Yes!]
At his command, the knights approached and separated Gaon and Priscilla.
He thought about resisting for a moment, but doing so only made the situation worse.
Gaon was brought to his knees by the knight kicking his hamstrings.
Looking up, she saw Priscilla being subdued and dragged away by a knight.
“Bae, Your Excellency Count! What’s going on? Why are you doing this all of a sudden!”
She asked the count’s true intentions as if she couldn’t be dragged away without knowing why. His eyes overflow with concern for Gaon.
However, despite her desperate appearance, the count’s anger did not cool down at all.
“… Why did you ask?”
“Is it so!”
No matter how bad her position in Barrymore may be, she has no reason to be persecuted for no reason.
In response to such a confident question, the Count smiled and said, “It went well.”
“That’s simple. It’s because you had an affair with this free knight. I heard it through sources. That you played with interest. Did you think I would be watching this?”
“Uh, what is that…”
Priscilla’s momentum died at once.
Seeing her try to open her mouth, Gaon hurriedly sent her a whole tone.
– Priscilla. Calm down. I couldn’t have been caught. There will be no evidence.
The possibility that a mere countess, and even an informant of the count who had been turned into a puppet, would have noticed the affair between him and Priscilla is close to zero.
There is no evidence whatsoever, and there is no doubt that they are applying pressure based solely on their feelings.
At his words, Priscilla also quickly regained her composure and hardened her face.
“I don’t know what you mean. What about the evidence? Do you have any proof that I am with this person?”
“… That’s solid information. That’s it. What are you doing I’m not dragging you away right now!”
“Yes!”
“Hey, let go of this! Dear Count. Are you really going to do this!? This is a mothership!”
Priscilla’s acting was better than I thought.
The desperate cry, like a person who was really falsely accused and dragged away, was enough to instill doubt in people.
But that doesn’t mean the article is letting go.
In the end, she was helplessly dragged away.
The door closes, and Gaon and Count are subdued in the room. And only the knights remained.
“Do you have anything to say?”
“… Doesn’t exist.”
“Okay then let’s go.”
What does he have to say
It is true that Gaon and Priscilla had an affair, and above all, it is clear that Kaldran Orgius is behind this affair.
I don’t know what kind of process he was brainwashed through, but since the count wouldn’t listen to him, it was advantageous to follow him for now.
‘It’s not unexpected.’
When he claimed to be Priscilla’s escort knight, and when he was appointed, he was puzzled.
Why do I just leave it and watch it?
Kaldran has already attempted to kill Priscilla. Then, of course, he could have taken the opportunity to fill the vacant escort position with his own person, but he did not intervene in the slightest.
He didn’t do it even though he could have done as he pleased in the name of attracting the count and doing it for his wife.
I mean, that’s what they originally intended to do.
It will be a bit more difficult than expected, but no problem.
All preparations have already been made.
‘It can’t go the way you want.’
Gaon’s eyes lit up as he headed for the prison under the watchful eyes of the knights.
