Chapter 233 – 23. Flower and Bird Month (3)
The time of rest is over.
It is a time full of flowers and birds. Rom, lost in thought alone before an early dinner, nodded sooner or later. While admiring the scarlet sunset hanging by the window of the drawing room, I organized my surroundings.
“Hmm…”
The charm of Yvonne, Madame Poitiers, was beyond her imagination. Her mysterious azure hair and her aristocratic character evoked a desire for conquest in itself. But when she said that she even made a work that had a special meaning to me and Oriane, she couldn’t help but be interested in it.
I want to get my hands on it
A motive born of pure desire urged the baron. He, who was full of her abilities and qualifications, clenched his fists with his hands behind his back. There was a heavy burden on the shoulders of the head of a family, but it didn’t matter.
Compared to my previous life, it felt so light.
What I thought of as anxiety was always a question to myself. I just wondered if I could keep the females under my care happy until the end. And after a moment of thought, the baron soon came to a conclusion.
When you can’t do it, just make them do it.
There was nothing to take on the man who was reborn as a corrupt baron from a noble knight. Satisfying your lust while being worshiped by beautiful women is worth the effort. Moreover, her wife, young lady, and maid all wanted it.
Even though it was originally a ROM that was enough for them.
Somehow, the fire in her heart flared up again. Even he, who could control her wildly spreading flames, felt no need. He fanned it out and came to the heart of wanting to obtain even greater pleasure.
There is one rule to follow.
Once you’ve made her your own, she’ll protect you no matter what you call her.
Therefore, she was at the moment the queen of society. It was the Eastern Spring. She was Henrietta, Duchess of LeBlanc. Oriane was in charge of the three-colored lady, and Lucienne was in charge of the nine dancer assassin, so the only opponent I had to focus on was her.
“It must be a time without blinking.”
Rom smiled and nodded and moved on to her feet. She seemed to be busy this month in many ways. The pride of the duchess had to capture not only her body, but also her mind, while at the same time taming the nine dancers so that they would not rebel, seize the weakness of her three-colored ladies, and establish her relationship with Yvonne, Lady Poitiers.
“If you’re happy, be happy.”
Even though it was not the first day, the first day of the flower and bird month had begun.
* * *
City square, rich village.
The land of the frozen land that the Gallic nobles scrambled to purchase was already full of wonderful buildings. In the villa of the Poitiers family, which stood out among them, Yvonne, who had just returned home, locked the bedroom door tightly and was looking at the objects in the secret room.
A whistling communication tool.
The crystal ball connected to Lumière, the capital, which was to be reached after a long journey down the northern main road from Marquis Baekryung, was personally gifted to the azure lady thanks to her friendship with a certain talented person.
“It’s a scene that makes a difference in attitude, so it’s interesting…”
Tok tok, besides the crystal ball, the countess’s desk was littered with manuscripts written in dense letters on expensive paper. The document, sealed with the emblem of the royal family through her messenger, was her new manuscript to be reviewed by Yvonne, who had changed into a comfy nightgown after her bath.
“I can imagine how you feel. It’s a scene where she fawns in front of her master despite always treating her husband with a high-handed attitude and coldly.”
She honestly expressed her feelings to the author, who, for her status and political reasons, had only taken a silent listening posture beyond her crystal ball.
She said, “I think she wanted to express that she completely passed over psychologically, but the problem was that her husband was not well-thought out. Wouldn’t it be a little out of the blue if he appeared only in the setting because this was weird?”
I liked the scene where she had to dress her head-to-toe in full on command. At first, it was quite immoral to start with wearing a rather thin dress, gradually increase the exposure of the skin, and finally to wear only a short skirt to emphasize the vulgarity unbecoming of an aristocratic woman.
“Let’s change the narrative a bit here. I’m trying to increase the weight of monologue and description so that I can immerse myself in my wife’s side. How about reminding you of the etiquette that the knight instilled in you every day by playing with your hands?”
Even the underwear is erotic to the point of not wearing it at all.
“I always dress up with great care, and when I feel someone’s gaze, I appreciate that fact, and I train myself into a bitch who can lift a skirt anytime, anywhere. However, her wife, who shows off her wet pussy and nipples proudly even to her lowly and ugly serf, pretends to be expensive for her husband. I think it would be good to contrast the first illustration with these two sheets.”
Madame Chevalier, the story of the Amour series is still being written. Yvonne, who meticulously reviewed her new work from the author’s secret messenger, lined up her evaluation so that she could complete her first draft.
“I liked the part where the knight reflexively kisses his lips every time he sticks out his cock. I was thrilled with the feeling that he treats women like masturbation tools, objects used to quench sexual desire.”
It wasn’t just the manuscript that lay on the desk. Yvonne Poitier was an ordinary person who couldn’t use her magic, but her crystal ball that operated without her magical powers, so she used her fingers as a brush to draw and send her sketches to her opponents moment by moment.
“But I don’t know what it would be like in real life. It is meaningful as a scene revealing that her wife is the property of a knight. I doubt that such an immoral education is actually possible.”
One by one, step by step.
“Surprisingly, it’s not often that couples take a close look at and appreciate each other’s bodies. The scene here where he puts the cock on her face to cool off was so good. Her wife’s face was, after all, just a cradle for her knight’s cock, and so was the lower expression. It was fantastic to feel the gap between males and females while feeling the hot temperature, thick and long size, the strong smell of males, and even the blood vessels protruding here and there.”
From the first part of the illustration where she puts her phallus over her face to cool off and feel it.
“That’s right, it would be nice to see a description of tickling the glans with breath. Here the madam would be more fanciful if she closed her eyes and sniffed as she rubbed her face against the knight’s cock. She shuddered at the realization of her fate to be raped even as she was intoxicated by her terrible body odor.”
The following is an illustration of the part where she disciplines a wife who has forgotten her manners for a moment.
“There is a saying that when you get used to it, you become lazy. Even if you feel affection for the object of your lust, the common sense that males and females are different is laid throughout the work. So, even if it doesn’t matter if we include a romantic love scene, it seems reasonable to reprimand them quite severely here.”
In addition, Yvonne and the author shared many opinions. A heated discussion ensued. Scenes where her hair was roughly pulled out and driven, scenes where her hair was tapped and pushed while being driven, and scenes where the white skin of her reddish face was excreted with sticky cum as much as she could.
There was also a scene where a wife with vested interests and a noble status was drawn into a trap of desire for some reason. There was also a scene in which people dyed themselves in their own colors under the guise of education, were stripped of their status, extorted property, and enjoyed their bodies.
“Like raising cattle, yes.”
A bad knight is just an attitude, not an ugly group. Rather, through thorough self-management, the appearance is stunning and the skills are outstanding. That’s why it’s appropriate to rule while being worshiped by a beautiful noblewoman.
“Oh, how was Baron Ardennes?”
Obedience and submission, physical strength and mental strength.
“It wasn’t bad. Actually, it was great. I think it’s on par with LeBlanc’s Duke Arnaud in his heyday. Of course, if you look at the title alone, you might be inferior, but you have a strong body, skills to match your reputation, and even the position of a powerful family.”
The unique charm that comes from synthesizing it.
“There is nothing more dreamy than that if you can focus only on the fun of enjoying your youth while drawing leisurely pictures away from the complex interests of social and political circles. In that sense, we are considering a deep exchange with the baron.”
The shadow inside the crystal ball shook. Hearing Yvonne’s story, he was intrigued and opened his mouth. I couldn’t make a sound because I didn’t know when and where I would have ears to hear, but I could understand what the other person was trying to say by the shape of my mouth.
“Yes, if you don’t mind, you can blow up your face later. It was my impression that such excellent males as wolves would be rare. Perhaps it will also help with entertainment and creativity.”
Recently, the central political world in Gaul has been bustling in many ways. Therefore, it will be difficult to work on a sensual novel for the time being after the revision of this writing is over. The person who handed down this crystal ball or the Count of Poitiers himself.
“Of course, you may want to embrace it in a different way.”
But Yvonne isn’t worried. Even in such a turbulent political upheaval, a person who proved that he was qualified to keep his place with outstanding ability would surely survive.
“… Your Highness Marian.”
The hobby life of a country’s princess and the wife of the northern county, so-called novelists and illustrators, will continue.
As always.
