Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 292

Chapter 292 – 29. Bitches (2)

The bedroom used by Baron Ardennes, the real owner of the Winter Mansion, was furnished with rather odd furniture. It is a desk with a fairly high and closed structure reminiscent of a castle wall, and a frame chair with empty inside edges like a newly built building.

“Baron, Marguerite-nim has arrived.”

It’s been like this since the time the mansion was built, but the man who was born as an illegitimate son of a famous family was eventually reborn as a powerful family in the north and a delinquent. Apart from his natural desire to covet his beautiful wives and concubines, he did not have much interest in noble works of art or decorations to satisfy his vanity.

“Oh, wait a moment.”

From the environment he grew up to the process of developing his personality, everything was far from such luxury.

“I’ll open it right away.”

In the same vein, there was nothing unconvincing about the existence of furniture that looked extremely cheap and practical. As for the desk on the wall, it looked like a structure for when it was hard to overcome the cold of the frozen ground even with heating like a fireplace, and in the case of a frame chair, when it was covered with a silk cloth like a tablecloth, it somehow matched the interior decoration.

Of course, the reality was different.

Anyway, ahead of dinner time for everyone, Rome got up from his seat with only a loose-fitting gown covering his naked body. He greeted his guests in the same clothes he usually wore to sleep after a bath or when not mingling with his wives.

“Good evening, Sister Marguerite.”

When I pulled the doorknob, what appeared was the abbot, who had been visiting under the guidance of a maid in the mansion, and her half-sister with long, wavy dark brown straight hair.

“You have something to tell me?”

“Okay, if it’s okay, can I come in?”

“It’s embarrassing to ask family members such things.”

A woman who was breathtakingly beautiful even in a dress that was all she did with a little embroidery on her plain black dress, nodded her head and entered her. It was hard to believe that she was a religious figure, and she calmly scattered her grace with her slim and well-groomed body.

“Because you never know. My grown-up sister might be having a sweet time with Miss Françoise like last time.”

“… Won, sister too! Please sit over here.”

Margaret, who flickered her long eyelashes and spat out politely, eventually followed Rome’s guidance and sat down in a nice chair. Not even dreaming of the secret of the wall desk and frame chair, he added as if he was reminded of that time when he saw the bottomless furniture again.

“I’m sorry for the way you dress. As you may know, I washed up because I didn’t want to get blemished over the dinner table. I instructed the employees to invite my sister as well, but I don’t know if you received it well.”

“I received it safely. And my brother, you look great no matter what you wear, so you don’t have to be shy about that. On the contrary, shouldn’t we be more ashamed of what happened last time?”

After escorting his half-sister, the baron smiled awkwardly and returned to his seat. The frame chair, which looked fine when viewed from the opposite side, with a cloth covering only the backrest, was comfortably seated with the hem of the gown hanging over it.

“This is embarrassing.”

It was bogus. The boy who loved playing with her as much as he loved her sister was thus preparing even now a secret fornication with her concubine. In the aftermath of the dueling trial, where he fought fiercely for his life, Rome returned and did not want to waste a single moment with his females.

‘Well, to use my older sister, who has always cared for me, as seasoning for immorality, is a little pricked by my conscience…’

The remaining guilt was a vestige of his virtuous days. It was a feeling he had to shed for the sake of his beloved wife and concubines. So the baron even more boldly opened the bottom of his gown. After attaching his upper body to the desk, he opened the hem of his clothes and became half-naked.

‘I have to deal with three other people tonight, so this is the only time I can spare for the concubine. All of them are precious females to me, so I can’t make exceptions for my sister’s request. That’s why I’m sure you’ll understand.’

Rome sighed in a strange pleasure. It was only about ten minutes ago that I had spent time teasing the nine dancers, but now, as I was staring at my sister’s beautiful face clearly, my lower body naturally felt stronger.

“Even if it’s embarrassing, I should get right to the point.”

The jizz that splattered on the leaky surface, the saliva of Amisha and Himena, and the love juices buried while eating the other seven years.

“Now then, shall we begin?”

Right! Rome flicked his finger lightly and met Marguerite’s gaze. And the woman who recognized the signal under the dark desk smiled and took action.

Francoise Ardennes.

‘Yes, master…’

She carefully folded all of the clothes she was wearing on her floor and laid them on her floor, checking her posture. As she knelt down, she put her hands on the floor and pursed her lips under her desk.

‘The concubine’s all-out service begins ah…’

As a female, the sight of her cock, which was so rewarding to clean, gurgling right in front of her eyes, was nothing but ecstasy. Françoise reverently closed her eyes and gave her submissive kiss to the cock that looked down at me in the dark.

Side.

A small, obscene sound hovered under the desk, which was closed like a castle wall, and then disappeared. In the meantime, Rom, carefully examining his sister’s expression, smiled again and again, convinced that she knew nothing.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of. It is natural to want to be close to the person you love.”

“For something like that, he scolded me quite ferociously.”

“Because what can be understood and what can be tolerated are different laws. Besides, you’re old enough to know that it’s not healthy to engage in acts of love in secret. What’s more, that kind of fornication is cheap on me.”

At the bash, Françoise smiled under her desk and carefully picked up the prepared cylinder next to her clothes that were spread like a carpet. The identity of a fairly bulky cylindrical tool like a shell was a work created by Lucienne Lemoang.

It is a so-called imitation that contains a vagina procrastinating obscenely.

It was a masturbation tool made by Youngae, a mystic, as an offering to the baron. In particular, like the magic applied when taming the nine dancers, it had a function that interlocked with the person involved, as well as a female’s thoughts that were transmitted momentarily when she was poked like a soother.

‘Listen, master… ?’

How can I dedicate my body without pretending to be human in a small space? It’s simple to use the tool. Françoise, holding Rome’s cock shaft with her slender hand, squeaked back and forth through the hole in the cylinder.

‘Welcome to Haute Cuisine in Françoise Ardennes. Let me first explain how I will entertain you under this narrow desk…’

The maid, excited by her sense of immorality, stretched as if adding fun to her. She inserted a toy modeled after her cunt into Rom’s cock, and from it, he swallowed a moan as he felt the sensation in her lower belly, and then, using magic to keep him from getting bored, she transmitted lewd whispers.

“But that’s right, there were some things I misunderstood. While you were away, I had a chance to hang out with Miss Francoise and get to know her. As we chatted, I thought that he was a really good kid. I can confirm that the love for our roms was real.”

‘The first entertainment is to clean the mouth. You don’t know how dirty the master’s cock is right now, right? It is a mess with dry marks of the saliva and chewing fluid of the nine dancers on the surface that keeps forming. It’s dignified, so it’s an impurity that only excellent males can have. Your faithful concubine will clean it up.’

“They thought you were just a celestial maiden who seduced you with her body for an opportunity to rise. It wasn’t. I am reflecting on that. And the reason I asked you to take some time today…”

‘The second entertainment is a massage. Embracing the glans, I’ll happily lick and press your sensitive parts with the tip of my blunt tongue. Even if it’s just as thick as your forearm, you’ll insert your adult’s cock deep into my throat and babble about it. Above all, after all that was over, he helped me to put my pussy into the toy that imitated my pussy again, and then pushed my scrotum…’

“You know that the situation in Gaul is dizzy in many ways, right? I’m telling you this belatedly, but on your wedding day, Emilyen visited. This isn’t important right now, so I put it off for a while, and from then on, I tried to be of help to you by listening to the stories coming from all over the place.”

‘Don’t forget the third entertainment. It’s no exaggeration to say that the master’s frame chair exists just for this. No matter how much a bitch tries to help me enjoy the toys I made with my pussy, it’s difficult not to play around with my mouth. So, in this chair with a hole in the bottom, I will put my tongue in the back and press hard on the prostate for more pleasure. I’m sure you’ll be in a great mood…’

“Then, to this day, I had to make a decision. It’s a decision you’re likely to object to. However, in order not to ruin the future of her precious younger brother, I hope you will consider her point that she has no choice but to make a decision as her older sister.”

Rom, stunned for a moment by the noisy and cluttered atmosphere, reflexively nodded. Still, he was a strong man who could conquer the continent, and he maintained his attention in such a messy situation that he would have already given up if he was like other people.

“As you know…”

“Mmm, that’s right.”

I didn’t know what that was.

“Perhaps Madame Lemoang…”

“Huh, was it?”

I didn’t understand, and I wasn’t surprised.

“So divorce is out of the question, if your sister advises you on the best way…”

In any case, Marguerite’s talk went deep. And the more he did, the more Rom, who didn’t keep up with the topic and chimed in, found himself embarrassed before long.

‘Um, is it difficult? Because of the pleasure, I can’t hear what my sister is saying…’

It was a moment when, to put it bluntly, the angle stood out. He thought for a moment whether to continue or not, thinking that there was a high chance of being caught like the last time if he went on like this. Then he made a decision, feeling Françoise’s tongue twisting eagerly as he tried to carry out the service he had whispered to me one after another.

‘No, with this, I don’t think I’ll regret it even if I get caught and scolded.’

It was a story a little later that I regretted in a different sense.