Chapter 293 – 29. Bitches (3)
The design of the desk, which uses three sides as support, was quite intentional. It was because not only did they use thick logs so that there would be no leakage of sound outside, but the body was built high enough to cover the already vicious baron’s belongings.
The maid’s uniform, lined with layers of lining to withstand the bitter cold of frozen soil, served as a buffer like a soft cushion. Even after kneeling on the hard floor for a long time, my legs would go numb, but my shins didn’t hurt.
‘Ah, master…’
Intoxicated with the coziness of a small space like a doghouse, Françoise put on a strange expression and brought her lips to the cock that was twitching in front of me. After eating several dancers already, I shuddered at the sight of a thing that could have been broken, still boasting its momentum.
‘How can you be so dignified…’
It was difficult to find a part that was not sticky and dirty, including the glans, pillars, and even the scrotum. Looking at the bodily fluid that had dried up white while making bubbles, I also had the impression that it was melted candle wax.
A normal woman would have been disgusted with her uncleanness.
It wasn’t Françoise Ardennes. As befits her baron’s concubine, accustomed to her immorality and fornication, she soon stuck out her tongue and began cleaning her. He carefully licked the dry stains on his soggy phallus, making it shiny even in the dark world under the desk.
‘I love you, I will serve you wholeheartedly…’
She was a one-sided devotion, prioritizing only male pleasure. As if degraded into a tool, her personal sympathy was completely excluded and used. Normally, this would have been a humiliation, but the maid here was feeling happy just because of that.
‘Volunteering at a restaurant is a big reward in itself…’
If there is a regret, it is because she had to kill her popularity, so she could not serve more actively. She was the Françoise who wanted to incite Rome’s desire by endlessly humiliating herself and whispering dirty words. Unfortunately, with Margaret’s presence, she had to stay in the wind.
Anyway, side.
The maid who gave her soft lips over and over again to the object of her honour, eventually took it to the next level. Between her huge, voluptuous breasts, she carefully wrapped her stiff cock around her, then crossed her arms with both of her hands and applied firm pressure.
She also lowered her head gently to put her glans or the top of the pillar, which she couldn’t cover because it was so long, into her mouth. She licked her sensitive mucous membranes as if they were about to melt them like sweet candy.
‘Here is your wet pussy service colonel, which only Francoise can do…’
It felt like the tiredness that hadn’t been there since I was tired would be relieved. Rom expressed his appreciation, moving one hand secretly under her desk to avoid being noticed by her half-sister. She motivates her by slowly stroking her silky, tactile hair.
‘Whoa, do you like it?’
The fragrant and soft breasts were not enough, and the feeling of being covered in a delightfully narrow valley and receiving a luxurious massage was not at a level that I could dare to describe in words. It was to the extent that all the stiffness of the things that were tired of violently violating the dancers were relieved.
“Chuheu, fughuh…”
She slender her cheeks in her lewdness, pressing her cock against her arms with her arms wrapped around herself. With her delicate hands, she happily worked on her scrotum, while licking every corner of the shaded part of her glans, embarrassing Rom.
“Jjook, hureuup, jjoohok…”
Not to mention, Françoise’s service was truly outstanding, spewing out all the old cum. From putting her scrotum in her hands and squeezing it out, sucking it hard with the intention to dispose of everything left in her urethra, as well as breastfeeding that only she with her shamefully large breasts can do. Because even the workmanship was perfect.
“Whoa…”
Thanks to this, Rome, who felt quite a bit of pleasure, let out a deep sigh on the desk. He leaned lightly on his back and rubbed his forehead as if tired. It was something I ordered, but seeing him do it better than I thought, I felt like I wanted to lay him down on the bed right away and eat it at random.
‘Because he’s like such a cheeky bitch.’
It was a compliment, not an insult. The baron, driven into a corner to the point of laughing, showed his dignity by biting his lip. Even though the propaganda of the concubine is fierce, it is because of the uniqueness of the situation that the sister in front of me must not be caught.
What was the reason for bringing this desk and chair to my bedroom in the first place?
It was for reading with the wives. Oriane especially liked being treated as a tool. While she was reading a sensual novel, she thought that it would be a pleasant time if she volunteered.
The baron is a man who will do anything to fulfill the wishes of his wives, regardless of whether they are concubines or concubines. So, one day, on the day Orianne spoke of her desire for such an act, Rom honed himself so that he could turn his courtroom into a tool for her reading.
Moreover, his energetic part is flawless, to the extent that he doesn’t mind having a concubine. So if you put your mind to it and endure it, you will be able to endure it.
“You look bad, Rom.”
“Yes, travel poisoning has lessened…”
“More than anything, it must have been difficult to accept what I just said. But that’s the reality.”
“Ah, that is deplorable…”
Even so, I ran into difficulties because of the gaze of my sister Marguerite, who was looking at my face from the front, the skill of Françoise, a concubine who was far more advanced than she had been in the past, and, above all, the love of the baron who wanted to express even a little bit to his devoted wife.
“I understand. My sister also saw you fighting with a crystal ball. It felt like my heart was being ripped apart. I realized that I had understood it with my head until now, but not with my heart. Unlike me, who was treated everywhere thanks to my title of abbess, do you remember that before you became a baron, you suffered harsh treatment even after fighting like that…”
“Don’t say that…”
“That’s why now is even more important. Those in power who are on the rise are the law to shine that much, so bad things happen here and there. In the same context, my sister recommended the advice I mentioned earlier. There are no personal feelings.”
Rome pressed Françoise’s head tightly, half-closed his eyes. As he enjoyed the pleasure of her tight throat, he squirted deeply into the thick cum. Even then, she didn’t let go and continued to push, probably because she had the feeling that it was going to be the way it should be.
So violently that you can’t even breathe.
Surprisingly, however, the concubine, who had become much more skilled than before, was not greatly taken aback by Rom’s actions. Rather, as if the trouble was bound to be the adult owner, he intensively attacked the part under her most sensitive glans with lewd tongue movements.
Side, side, side, side.
This was the limit. It wasn’t because I couldn’t stand it, but because I thought I’d stop being found out by my sister. So, the baron’s countermeasure was to show Jiabi’s dignity to the cheeky concubine.
“As I said, a divorce will bring out the worst for you. First of all, I’m going to start by isolating Mrs. LeBlanc with the horses my sister can move. If you add Madame Le Moin and keep her sister immobilized, there will be no more greetings in the North that will be able to vomit at you.”
In short, Rome began to give Françoise almost the attention she should have been paying to Marguerite.
Her “As a religious person, it is not an option that I would recommend, but if you want her lady of Le Moyne, taking her as her concubine would be one way. It would be immoral for the same person to have her mother and daughter as her wives at the same time, but as a noble, it’s a great way to show off your power.”
“Umm, to think that my sister would think of me that much…”
“I guess you have to do that. Watching from the sidelines, it seems that our Rome likes the diligent maid Miss Françoise, not the vicious Aquitaine sisters. It seems that she thought it was an impossible love because of her status and her circumstances, but it is not.”
Marguerite continued as if reading. Meanwhile, Françoise was working hard for her rom’s happy aftertaste. Now she parted her lips and stepped away, letting the toy modeled after my cunt slide into my still rigid prick, throbbing as I conveyed my thoughts.
‘How are you, Master?’
“Needless to say, it’s the best…”
“… Rom?”
‘Hick, be careful not to get caught!’
“Ah, my sister’s kind heart toward me.”
“He really doesn’t have to be so flattery. If you had consulted me earlier, I would have helped you. Did you forget that your sister is always by your side?”
‘Wow, you look around so well…’
There was a brief gap in service while admiring it. Thanks to that, Rome took a breather and enjoyed the leisurely pleasure that came to him. A toy made in the shape of her body in a concubine cockhouse, while making her cervix press down deeply as if to crush the cervix in it.
‘The abbess seems to have liked me. Maybe she’s projecting herself because her hair color and mood are subtly similar.’
In the meantime, Françoise, who was on the floor, licked my back kindly, and I was more than satisfied. Then, coincidentally, I met Margaret’s face with a bright smile. In the moment when there is no separate heaven, I was relaxed and enjoyed it.
“Anyway, then can I understand that you are doing as you say?”
“Umm, if it’s okay for a while, how will you act specifically…”
“If you want to separate bad things, it is a law that requires appropriate actions. My sister found and hired good people, then kidnapped Orianne Lemoang or Henrietta LeBlanc…”
Until words that should never have come out of her mouth in her context.
“… Wait, what is it?”
“Huh? You explained earlier. I’m going to kidnap them and exclude them from line work. In the meantime, your sister will move the church and spread a scandal, so you use the void to make sure the territory belongs to you.”
Embarrassed, Rome hurriedly put his hand under him. He pushed Françoise, who was engrossed in service, away for a moment, and continued the conversation, swallowing the afterglow of pleasure.
“Wow, I can’t keep up with the topic. Even if you don’t know why such a story suddenly comes out, if it really happened, of course people would point fingers at me saying I did it. I hope you put that thought aside and start again step by step…”
“Don’t worry. Of course, my sister has thoughts too. Because that scandal would explain the reason why the two of them had no choice but to stay away from Yeongji. Do you know Bishop Ravel of the West? In a monastery he runs, he manufactures drugs for patients who are close to death.”
“I’m sorry during the talk, but maybe that’s opium… ?”
“You know that. As an aristocrat, you have enough knowledge. I’ve heard that the dead Margrave Gerard Lemoant was good at dealing with drugs like opium. I’ve heard that Arnaud LeBlanc, the hero of the East, also takes drugs close to drugs in many ways. So it wouldn’t be too strange for the widow Orianne Lemoyn or her obvious partner, Henrietta LeBlanc, to fall for it…”
It felt like getting hit in the back of the head. Rome, stuttering unanswerably, began to sweat. Since she devoted herself to religion, she has rarely had a chance to come into contact with her, but Marguerite, the abbess, is also a member of the famous Dior family.
“Wait a minute, Sister Marguerite…”
“Ah, I know what you are worried about. Of course I’m not going to make the two of them actually do drugs. It just makes such a scandal. If you don’t cooperate, the story will be a little different, but…”
“That, he wasn’t like that…”
“Of course I know that this is a sinful act. But how could that be family if her beloved brother was being used by his body, and he didn’t want to be freed from his wicked clutches? I know you want to dissuade me for thinking of my older sister, but please trust me this time.”
The history of punishing my younger brother Charles, who angered me at such a young age, by tying him to a high peak, does not go anywhere.
“Rom, anything that stands in your way will not be forgiven by your sister.”
“No, that…”
In a word, it’s almost mind-boggling at times like this.
