Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 196

Chapter 196 – 19. Henrietta of Kyoyo (6)

The female, lying helplessly on the lukewarm floor, widened her eyes. I trembled like an aspen tree when the phallus that had crossed my face landed on it. Even though the round scrotum, like a large fruit, touched the bottom of the chin, I shuddered, unable to make a single unpleasant sound.

‘It’s hot…’

That’s why the flesh that held body temperature seemed to boil like lava. It pulsated, scattering the male scent that was so strong that it clogged up the nasal passages. Like a serpent with veins instead of scales, it showed off its smooth presence and made people feel the weight.

‘Ah, ah, ah…’

I didn’t even get strangled or enjoyed the climax, but the reason I managed to regain was blown away. Henrietta groaned cutely as she quietly opened her mouth with her eyes wide open. She was obviously dazzled and horny with a thing she hadn’t even fully erected yet.

‘I’m dizzy, I’m going crazy…’

Just because someone is chastity doesn’t necessarily mean they’re ignorant of sex. She was a kinsman of collateral royalty, and the only man she had ever mixed with her was her husband, Henrietta, but she wasn’t stupid enough to mistake Rome’s stuff for a normal size.

The heavy phallus twitched as if her forearm had been placed on it. Even considering her original, short face, the length that easily passed her forehead and top of her head was absurd. The penis dripping off her skin and exuding a distinctive thick body odor was like a monster.

“Henrietta, from now on you are no longer the Duchess of the LeBlanc family. Just my sweet asshole and bitch. I’ll teach you step by step, starting with the basics, as you like.”

“Ah, ah…”

“So you have to follow me well, okay?”

Her size was incomparable to that of her husband. The Duke’s is also fairly compliant, so in the eastern part, he is a nobleman who is famous for being a good person. Even he who enjoys her masculinity, having a wild affair with her pagan witch, is no match for her baron here.

“First, introduce yourself.”

With his hands behind his back, Rom looked down at his phallus, which was slowly starting to bleed. Although she spoke as if she was a little slurred due to her drunkenness, she ordered clearly. As if she had been stripped of her personality by the man who was her best friend, she gave her everything as a stand.

“Now, tell me.”

Henrietta shook her head with difficulty. Blinking her apatite-like glowing eyes, she tried to remove her object from the bridge of her nose, but she was frustrated. She was obviously rude and therefore disgusted, but she couldn’t understand why, and her mouth kept watering.

I can’t deny it.

Resistance is pointless.

It didn’t take long to realize that. As much as that, her femininity craved the existence that was trying to reign over me. She was born as a sister, but her suppressed desires always tried to follow in the footsteps of her sister Orianne. Even with the five senses of Lucienne Lemoang added.

“Everything, your government has something to think about…”

“Hmm?”

“If you really liked me, you wouldn’t have to insult me ​​in such a demeaning way. Even if I’m drunk anyway. Does it make sense to confuse Oriane and me? Just be honest and I promise I’ll review it positively…”

The socialite queen tried to negotiate her authorship. I acknowledged that I was in a disadvantageous position and tried to escape the situation by saying various things. After all, Henrietta LeBlanc was someone who kept her words out of her mouth as much as possible.

How long had it been since she felt left out by her loathsome husband’s affair?

The expression that the incision is straight sounds good. She was a woman who wanted to quench her ever-accumulating love and desire in the spring of the east, which was still fresh, despite her innocence. So, even if her first impression was a bit bad, she was willing to get along with the baron who showed off her unpretentiousness like this.

“Your answer is wrong.”

Unfortunately, he tried to dominate me as a master-servant rather than an equal relationship.

“Put out your tongue.”

“Sir, I don’t like… !”

Rom untied his hands behind his back and brushed his hair. Because of his drunken face, his appearance, which looked like a funny idiot, instantly became dignified. Looking down at Henrietta with a bloody expression like her scars, he ordered again.

“Put out your tongue.”

“Eww…”

The Duchess’s submission was doomed. After staring at Rom several times with fierce, resentful eyes, she soon averted her gaze from her terrifying eyes. Even then, for a while, she showed signs of defiance, but eventually she stuck out her tongue.

“Heb-up, hehe…”

“Correct your posture. It’s not like a bitch squatting, she’s sitting comfortably somewhere.”

The baron with his arms crossed scolded in a shrill voice. Henrietta was still hesitant this time at the vulgar request, but the male tilted her head and tried to teach her etiquette once again, and moved her body in surprise.

Supporting his heavy object against her face, he gently lifted it up, squatting with his weak legs as usual. She did so without offending the baron, who was displeased with her for not lifting her tiptoe.

“Bark.”

“Mmm, bitch…”

“Beautifully.”

“Henrietta, huh, is the master’s cute bitch, Meng… !”

Her cheeks burned like carrots. But before struggling with her shame, Rome immediately ordered her new move. With her narrow eyes, the Duchess, who would be worthy to raise her chin, was tamed into a favorite pet dog with her feet at her feet.

“Just one word isn’t enough. You have to make it hard with dirty words.”

“Uh, how…”

“Like this.”

Starting with teaching her promiscuous words to her, who is messing around with her relationship with only her health and sexual knowledge, one by injecting discriminatory and wrong concepts like common sense, two by educating the body and mind that must not be forgotten. Three.

“What’s on your face?”

“Master’s, yuk, it’s a cock, Meng…”

“What is that?”

“Ah, Henrietta, wow, the idol to be served…”

“Why?”

“I’m, yea, your, cute asshole, bitch, bruise…”

The Duchess cupped her hands in a charming way and placed them on her shoulders. An aristocratic woman of high status took off her guise and fawned over her just to calm the male in front of me. Contrary to the first time when he was full of repulsion, he tried to ignore the unexpected pleasure slowly encroaching on him.

“What about the eyes?”

“Look at them with reverence, or slap them down cautiously…”

“What about your nose?”

“Master, smell the cock, sniff it…”

“What are you wearing?”

“Ear, glans, side, always, ooh, three times…”

The color of Henrietta, which had been white and solemn, gradually faded. Even Duke Arno, who was called the hero of the world, subordinated the noble lady, whom he only kept by his side, as a female solely for his pleasure.

“Once?”

“In the sense of friendship that I love more than my husband…”

“Twice?”

“In the sense of worship that is more upheld than any other religious belief…”

“Three times?”

“As a bitch, as a bitch, as a bitch, as a thank you for writing…”

Of course, it wasn’t without resistance. Because she, unable to bear her shame, spoke out her grievances while stinging her tears. Wouldn’t it be funny if the pride built up in a lifetime collapsed in just half a day?

“You are really too…”

“Hmm?”

“It’s fun because you’re teasing me like this… ?”

“Um, isn’t that fun?”

Breeding of bitches must be tenacious. Therefore, this teaching is not the end of today. So Rome gazed intently at the Duchess in the voluptuous chemise. She whispered sweetly, even as her drunken spirit mistook her for my wife.

“It’s always special to enjoy the plaque of someone you love. I am satisfied that he is sure that he can do anything for me.”

“Let’s just enjoy that low-key sense of conquest… ?”

“That’s not all. On the contrary, you can find another myomi in the way you look beautifully. Even if you are a commoner who is not an aristocrat, or even a bitch or a bitch, you can tell the truth that this heart will not change.”

“Uh… ?”

Henrietta put on a blank expression. With her phallus resting on her face, a very comical scene was born. But if there was something in her dialogue with Rome that touched her heartstrings, as if she had been hit in the back of the head with her hammer, she hesitated and then asked cautiously.

“Even if I’m not the Duchess?”

“You are pretty.”

“Even if I hate you?”

“You are lovely.”

“Ah, yes, ah…”

Like the color of well-ripened grapes, her purple hair swayed. She shook her head from side to side as she placed the baron’s things on it. This time, it wasn’t to get rid of the overpowering phallus, but to get rid of her disgusting gown.

Mrs. LeBlanc’s haughty personality is still unchanging. No matter what anyone says, she is the queen of society and the hostess of the duchy. However, her longtime husband’s neglect of her and her feeling of emptiness as a woman impelled her while interlocking with various conditions.

‘Well, about a day, I’ve been putting up with it all along, but he’s Oriane’s husband, no, we’re going to break up anyway, but I think I love you a lot, but it could be a disguise, I’ve been patient enough to put up with whatever it was in the first place, what a husband is The author, the pagan witch, and how much he devoted himself to the family, he reciprocated, but with the grace of salvation…’

The conflict did not last long.

‘One night, just one night, then again as planned, yes, and making good use of this man who has nowhere to go, yes, sometimes if you feel sorry for him, play with him like this, if you suffer, yes, there’s nothing he can’t do like pretending to be a bitch, so This is play, reward for me, deviance, yes, deviant, yep, ah, male smell, worship, phallus, that, yep, cock, yes, cock smell, yes, sniff, good…’

Strangely enough, the psychological burden was relieved thanks to the baron who mistook the other sister for her hair color.

‘Once, yes, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, more, dearly, to my master…’

On the other side, Henrietta, who bit back her face, which had become a cradle, crossed her line with her gear.

‘Twice, religion, you don’t believe in it anyway, there is no god, oops, oh, this smell, this thing, this pulsating penis, cock, whoop, only today, yes, only today, cock, daily only, my master , to my god, worship, I will definitely, so…’

After kissing her on her side, twice, she finally looked up at her master for the night with her strange smile on her face. Intoxicated with a greater sense of liberation than when she was freed from strangulation, she voluntarily sniffed his cock.

‘Cheers, bitch bitch, no, frivolous, but, yes, yes, okay, but only for today, if you like it, yes, Henrietta, your, Baron Ardennes, cute bitch bitch, right…’

The side, and according to the teachings, I put myself down with a last thank you.

“… Mmm, bruise.”

At the end of a timid self-justification process.

“That’s right, nice.”

The wife becomes a bitch.