Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 287

Chapter 287 – 28. Family Management (7)

The hour hand of the wall clock ticked. The work that started at noon has already reached a couple of hours. Rom, who handled the accumulated work without moving for a considerable amount of time, finally woke up in a female body.

“Because of this, Oriane’s body has no choice but to be as hard as a stone.”

The ripple effect of the old administrative procedures was beyond imagination. He stretched out to ease his tired shoulders and clicked his tongue. Even he, who had the strong muscles of a knight, felt a fire in frustration when he was looking at the pile of papers stained with bureaucracy. What about Marquis Marquis, who silently dealt with it for several years?

“Still, it is an amazing speed of work. You’ve already sorted out almost all of the overdue payments. If you were like a madam, you’d wrestle all day…”

“It’s a matter of efficiency, Françoise.”

There is no doubt about the revival of the northern frozen land of Gaul, the Marquis. The life of Young Ji-min, who was prone to starvation, has definitely improved since the knight who roamed the kingdom settled down in this land. But hasty reforms inevitably lead to side effects.

As a result, the evils that could not be touched were still piled up all over the land of Lemoang.

“I took a rough look, but there are still a lot of things that fill my stomach with clever document play.”

Of course, no territory can completely eradicate corruption. Because as long as people have desires, mistakes will be repeated. But wouldn’t it be necessary to at least reduce the scale to the point where it can be controlled?

“Well, the amount right now may not be insignificant. But were the guys I purged, like Vice-Count Kovin, really greedy greedy ducks from the beginning?”

Trouble always arises. However, the baron wanted to avoid anything that resulted from structural defects in the territory system. A system that depends on one person’s superhuman ability is never healthy.

“Havre, Saint-Buch, and even this city will be fine.”

“Because the owner has been splendidly controlling it.”

“However, a fishing village like Renan or a relatively small village will soon suffer from various pains amid rapid growth. Especially considering that this duel trial allowed us to distribute the trade surplus that the East had been monopolizing, the speed of that would be unpredictable.”

Rom rubbed his brow tiredly. For some reason, feeling as if the scar on his face was throbbing, he closed his eyes and continued talking. It was the action after glancing at Claudia, who was sweating profusely while crouching down.

“Ambitious people grow up taking advantage of chaos. It’s better if you’re a petit bourgeois like Georges Garrel who is content with flowers in both hands. Even the high school guys who cringe to get in line with me are more angels than the deputy counts.”

“That’s why you moderated them without purging them. There is no guarantee that those who will succeed will be of better character than those who came before them. In short, you are designing a structure that can draw a certain line and exclude those who try to get away from it.”

“No matter how talented a person is, they can’t help that the roots of the social system are rotten. That’s why I couldn’t easily revive the Marquis in the past. Fortunately, now that the opportunity has come, we are slowly changing things one by one…”

“You mean you won’t be careless. And I thought about it while listening. As you said, if a festering society corrupts good and capable people, can a clean society edify even wicked and incompetent people?”

“There are plenty of possibilities. It’s not that it’s not, that’s what I’m aiming for.”

To do that, you first need someone you can trust. Just as sprouts grow in barren soil, we need to seek talented people who will serve as food for us by example. You don’t have to be perfect. Even if there is a flaw somewhere and a person who is lacking is enough to give the impression that he is trying hard.

“Do you have any greetings in mind?”

“How many? The Baron Antoine, the deputy chief I’ve been watching, seems trustworthy, but for now, I’m going to pay some attention to the person to whom I’ll entrust the family.”

Françoise smiled and nodded her head. As a lady-in-waiting to her picky maidservant, Lady Baek, as befits a woman who had devoted her many years, she immediately picked up one of her documents lying on her desk and brought it.

“You must have an agenda.”

“Because the people from Havre and Saint-Buch are also here at the same time. Even if it was nominally a duel trial, victory is victory, so I wouldn’t want to miss out on the ceremony. So, first of all, it would be better to announce that we will hold a commemorative banquet.”

After loosening up his stiff body with a light movement, Rom held out his hand to hand over the documents. However, perhaps because she wanted to prove that she was no better than the mother and daughter of her husband, who served as her employer, out of love for her husband.

“No, master.”

“… Hmm?”

“It is too much to take away the small pleasures of a poor concubine. I earnestly ask you not to take the sense of immorality I am reciting so that I can make a plan by your side while you satisfy your desire.”

Her breasts, which had been showing off their strong presence even on top of her thick maid outfit, swayed nicely. Françoise, who had collected as much as she could to flirt with her, swayed up and down, and before long her face blushed in embarrassment.

It showed the appearance of struggling not to lose to Oriane, Lucienne, and Henrietta, who would become Rome’s newly.

“How come all my wives are so perverts?”

The baron, who confirmed the loyalty of the noble cockhouse, groaned. It was not unreasonable that the females who fell in love with him were in heat, considering the well-groomed muscles that anyone could not help but fall in love with, and the appearance that resembled a Cortizan mother without knowing it.

Standing naked in the middle of the office, I didn’t know how much my surprisingly strong body aroused women’s lust.

In any case, the opposition after returning home was welcome. He brought a chair that he had put away and sat down comfortably and called two dancers whom he had always liked.

“Himena, Amisha.”

The shaman, who had his disheveled hair and his green iris blinking, responded to the call one step ahead. He got up a bit later and knelt down in front of Rom, like her colleague who approached her, and bowed her forehead respectfully.

“Yes, Master.”

“Did you call?”

Amisha, who was tattooed with red paint, was like that, but Jimena, who had her tan hair stretched out, was his favorite because her healthy beauty stood out.

“Suck.”

It was such a short order that it felt like an insult. However, the two people, who were less than tools, let alone slaves or livestock, responded with smiley faces. He bowed politely to the cock that had been glistening with saliva after he had already teased the woman’s throat for two hours.

“Amisha, I greet you with a very sorry heart for the year who was ordered to serve beyond the toilet. In any case, I will carefully serve you, the lowly wanderer, who is proud of his tongue, so that the master can be satisfied.”

“Himena, I sincerely apologize for daring to raise my head higher than a dignified cock, a bitch who is only suitable for being stepped on under a rug. No matter how much it is for service, I will refrain from presumptuous disrespect and engrave it deeply in my heart and do my best.”

Finally two women crawled between Rom’s legs. After standing upright for a long time, he carefully pressed his cheek into his penis, which showed no sign of waning, and then rubbed and acted like a pet.

“It is an honor, Master…”

“I’m glad you let me enjoy the honor of being used against you, even if it’s a tool that has been deprived of human rights for the rest of my life…”

The baron, who laughed at the two of them with a scornful mouth, grabbed the phallus, which felt the weight even with his large hand. She slapped Jimena and Amisha with a stiff piece of flesh as a sign that they should do well at what they were told to do.

“You talk a lot. Were you guys human?”

Tuk-tuk, although it was treated with contempt.

“No, Amisha is the toilet girl for the master.”

“Eonggangsaengsim, Himena is a rug to be stepped on by you.”

Tuk-tuk, no one objected.

“Or were you a slave?”

Tuk-tuk, on the contrary, the more you interrogate, the more you interrogate.

“Sorry. Amisha is just a bitch who appreciates everything from her light cheeks to her valuable cum and cleans it up.”

“It can’t be. Himena is just a bitch that I call and use when I want to take out her anger by stepping on her feet every time she kisses me or when I want to wipe her feet.”

Tuk-tuk, they gradually lowered themselves.

“Then it wouldn’t even be livestock, would it?”

Tuk-tuk, even if there are red marks in the shape of vicious glans on soft cheeks.

“It is only the master’s toilet. She is a tool girl who gets this opportunity to serve because she is sometimes treated as an undeserved favor.”

“It’s a rug to be stepped on by you anytime, anywhere. If I was seen as arrogantly acting like a slave or livestock, I will take the punishment I deserve and reflect on myself.”

I didn’t care. They just smiled and flirted and tried to reveal that they had been completely captured.

Personality is now a luxury for the two, who are quick to adapt. The objects that had come to worship the man they had tried to kill before taming them like gods looked up at Rom with their beautiful and bewitching appearances.

“Put out your tongue.”

Then he stuck out his tongue and grinned like a bitch. Seeing the funny scene, the baron, who satisfied his own desire, tapped the tip of his tongue with the glans, and his mouth watered and clung to it. They put their cocks on either side of each other and stuck to each other as if they were kissing each other.

“Do not forget your duty and do what you are told to do. Still, I like the two of you quite a bit, so I’m doing it to this extent.”

“Yeah, jjook…”

“Chewup, thank you…”

The dancers, who were once among the splendid stone figures, licked the pillars trembling with joy. She willingly fell to a place where the other seven dancers had not fallen and struggled to be favored even as a tool.

“I respect you, my lord…”

“You are the god of our tools…”

With love for her husband and maternal love for her daughter, a more passionate kiss than ever before.

“I will forever prostrate and serve…”

“Browse the rug, please feel free to…”

The sweet lips I shared with my lover, with a richer flavor in my mouth than the taste I can’t even remember anymore.

“By the way, Jjook…”

“Whoops, hehe…”

On the other hand, even more as a teacher.