Chapter 195 – 19. Henrietta of Kyoyo (5)
Married woman, bitch, it was an expression that made me feel embarrassed even after spitting it out.
The dignified Duchess had to face many challenges to reach her current position. She was, in other words, invincible in society. Even if the path is not exactly the same, she has walked a similar path to Baron Ardennes.
“That’s right, I’m starting to understand a little bit now.”
How much effort he has made so far to survive in the fiercely high society. Despite her many stragglers and intrigues, Henrietta Aquitaine never lost her lofty character. With her unique wisdom and her charm, she triumphantly overcame all those trials and rose to the position of Duchess of LeBlanc.
“Our cute fucking bitch.”
“Mmm, Mung…”
“I’ll keep chewing until you faint, so let’s bark nicely.”
Even so, she could not resist the baron’s touch as she held onto her coveted body. Like a knight who has been on the battlefield all her life, her forearm covered with muscles has bulging blue veins, creating a very bloody atmosphere.
“You know how to act lovely like a female, right?”
The hand that gripped the nape of her neck gave her strength. Before she even realized the humiliation she had just before, she demanded an action that would make her feel even greater shame. Then, at the moment of blood rushing to her head and chills running down her spine, I relentlessly attacked my vagina.
“Ahhhhh…”
“Because you bark.”
She jabbed, bent her index and middle fingers, lightly parted her loose vaginal opening, and dug into it.
“Mup, mup… !”
“Prettier.”
Tuduk toduk, she gave her pleasure by tapping her sensitive clitoris lightly with her thumb at regular intervals.
“Kiying, hww, muongmeoong… !”
“Didn’t you know how to speak?”
Mumbling, clenching her two fingers tightly and poking at the wrinkles that wouldn’t let go, starting from the bottom.
“What the hell, uh huh, how, hah, how to bark…”
“She seems to have forgotten everything in case someone isn’t a stupid bitch.”
“Ha, I never told you before…”
Henrietta expressed her injustice. However, Rom, who had passed away due to drunkenness, did not have the slightest reason to distinguish between execution and his wife. As if she had dared to talk back to her, her baron, with her displeasure mixed with her scorn, sent her away at once.
“Hick, hey, hey… !”
She indulged herself one word at a time, pointing at her vagina, which was cramped, tight, and even clinging to her. She cleared the baron’s sense of incongruity because she was the most sensitive part of whether or not she was a real sister to Mrs. Baek.
“Baron, uhhh, arden, kyaheuh, male evil…”
Two nodes above the vaginal orifice, three nodes below the uterine orifice, and midway between the two reference points.
“If this goes on, hey, I, wow, really, what will happen, kyahew, I don’t know…”
Unable to bear it, Henrietta cried and begged. She was a duchess who did not lose her composure even when she was at the crossroads of life and death due to an assassin sent by someone who hated her. It was only this.
The overwhelming male body destroyed me without even having time to use weapons such as wisdom and charm.
Of course, it’s not that there wasn’t a man who tried to do something about Dongbu’s spring during the years leading up to immortality. That is why Henrietta married Arnaud LeBlanc, who was said to be the most outstanding, as her husband. Thus, she filtered out the vagrants who snooped without knowing the subject.
“When should I name it properly?”
“Even if you teach me, hey, I have to give it to you… !”
“I even forgot to say respectful words.”
“Such, kyahyuk, me, whoops, 10-year-old, hot, more, there must be a lot… !”
But Rom was different from other men. I had no experience other than sleeping with her husband on the fingers of my hands. She didn’t just fuck violently, but even foreseen where and how to bully her to become painful and obedient.
“Is it? Then let’s go on until we faint ten times.”
“I hate it, I hate it, I hate it…”
It had to be. Because Henrietta LeBlanc’s weaknesses were also Oriane Lemoang’s weaknesses. At the first tidal wave of her life, she cried out in an excited voice like her brother had done, and struggled again.
Thanks to the delicate care of her excellent handmaid, she somehow managed to get pretty nails without a burr. She clawing at her baron’s arm and screaming for me to let go. She only reviewed the feeling of helplessness at the sight of her tightening the restraints of her body even more.
“I did it, I did it wrong, I did it wrong…”
She walked away feeling her hair stand on end every second. She suffered from a cascade of pleasure that made the experience of being poked with her tender finger or masturbating with the edge laughable. My brain, which couldn’t hold on any longer, was about to send out a signal saying that I should wash away all of my existing common sense and follow only the man who was tied up.
Once, twice, three times.
How much time has passed After her eons passed, Rom finally had her mercy. Her chemise, soaked in her love juice, her hand under her dress, her underwear, gave her time to catch her panting breath.
“Who are you?”
“I am the baron’s cute bitch…”
“What about this, bitch forgot how to bark this time.”
Hee hee…”
“Do you still need time to reflect?”
Henrietta, cornered by her, politely put her hands on her navel. From behind the temple, she flirted with the male she was ensnaring, a flirtation she had never shown even to her husband. She spat out, saying that she knew that the facade of being the queen of society would be of no use in front of you.
“I, Henrietta LeBlanc…”
“Hmm?”
“This is the Baron’s cute fucking bitch, Meng… !”
Rom, tilting her head at her drunken face, let go of her. It was because the woman who thought she must be my wife uttered her name, which she seemed to have heard a lot about. She was also an opportunity for escape that the Duchess would never have again.
“Henrietta?”
“Yes, yes…”
But when she was freed from her long bondage, her legs were undone by innumerable climaxes. Moreover, she didn’t even have the courage to run away willingly, perhaps as a reaction to her memories of being tormented by him all along.
“Um, um…”
The baron, who had been contemplating something while making an incomprehensible sound, suddenly stood up. What would have staggered here and there if it was a normal drunkard, he strode forward without shaking at all. Then he looked carefully at the familiar chest of drawers and drawers and wondered with an expression of “I don’t know at all.”
“What is it, isn’t it?”
It was a strange sight. The startled Baron returned to bed and forced Henrietta to sit down. Startled, she reflexively shook her body, and he carefully stroked her hair to comfort her. Then she gently squeezed her chin and tilted her head back to examine her face.
The reddish purple hair, the eyes flickering with the ecstatic hue of apatite, and coincidentally, the appearance was so similar that one might wonder if they were twins. If there was a difference, it would have been the difference in personality and appearance.
“Bitch, who are you?”
“Ah, Henrietta LeBlanc…”
The liberated Duchess stopped her sneaky barking mimicry. Then, when she noticed the baron looking down at me with a cold expression, she added timidly, startled. She struggled to avoid his terrifying gaze and became a disgraceful bitch.
“Mmm, bitch… !”
Her already flushed cheeks turned bright red. Once Limb was freed from his restraints, he wondered if there might be a third option. It was a resurgence of the rebellious spirit that I thought had only faded.
Even that, as soon as he looked at the frowning baron, he hid again, but in any case, it was natural since he wasn’t a self tamed in just one night.
“I’ve heard of Henrietta LeBlanc a lot…”
“I am the baron’s cute bitch…”
“Bitch?”
“Mmm, Mung… !”
“Mmm.”
Rom groaned, looking increasingly confused. It wasn’t a euphemistic question, it was really a self-talk that I didn’t know the name of. And belatedly seeing him like that, Henrietta, who came up with a possibility, carefully removed her luck.
“I-over there, baron.”
“Hmm?”
“Did you mistake me for Oriane? … ?”
“Aha, was it like that!”
The dumbfounded Duchess managed to swallow the boiling anger. Even so, she clenched her fists at her rising emotions. She wrestled with the man who could twist my neck like a can of millet.
“You brazen and stupid, are you kidding me right now?”
Never in her life had she felt more fear. Henrietta LeBlanc was a woman who loathed powerlessness more than her simple death. Because of that, she gave herself an indelible sense of inferiority, and she threw all sorts of swear words at Rom.
“This crap! Rapist! Rude!”
Although she did not forget her aristocratic face.
“Calm down, Henrietta.”
Either way, you can rest assured now. Because of that feeling, she sat down behind her, her entire body weak. And Rom happily walked up to him and pulled down his pants.
“Uh, what…”
“Because I knew it was such a game.”
While playing with my female, I took out my erect penis and pushed it in. She put the thing on her face that was more viciously veined than her forearm that had just been tying her up. It exhaled a strong male scent and made me realize the weight of it, which made me shudder with its savage size and thickness.
“You mean you want to become an older sister and get eaten, right?”
“Ah, ah… ?”
The baron’s new toy, the beautiful duchess’s etiquette education has now begun.
