Chapter 340 – 33. Marguerite of Immorality (Complete)
She stumbled, and Marguerite’s legs, which tried to raise her body, lost strength. Thanks to her, she hit her ass and moaned in throbbing pain. At the same time, she looked at the shadow cast over her and even spoke strangely.
“Ah, shit…”
It has been said that shivering is a mixture of fear and sensation. The head of the convent, with her flowing dark brown hair, was clearly looking at her with awe. Fascinated by her sister’s object, which seemed thicker than her forearm, she unconsciously stretched out her hand.
She’s just a genitalia.
It is difficult to label something as shabby as a penis as dignified. This is especially true if she is a lady who, like a woman from a famous family, is educated in thorough chastity, and as a faithful nun, she abstains from lust and considers her self-control a virtue.
‘It’s hot, it’s like boiling heat…’
The veins stretched out like dry branches and throbbed with blood. There was literally no monster in sight, clinging to the long, thick pillar like a snake. Even though his stomach was different, he made even his sister, the female, worship him with just a glance.
‘More than anything, this extremely unpleasant smell…’
It was a body odor that kept me captivated whenever I smelled it. Still, she was so mad that she couldn’t bear to refuse. She should have quickly removed the object on top of her and scolded her hard for not doing such a thing.
‘Ah, my God…’
What about the ugly glans? It was shaped like a hook and was raised in a way that was good for scraping out vaginal folds. It seemed like an object meant to make an excited female scream with joy.
‘Don’t put me to the test…’ …’
White, delicate fingers carefully supported the pillars one by one. At first, I thought I couldn’t overcome her desire. She barely came to her senses in front of the pulsating skin, to the point where she thought she might be getting burned.
“Hey, what is this guy trying to do to my sister…?” …”
Anyone could see that the stiff cock and swollen scrotum were ready to ejaculate. She is a masterpiece that any woman who knows pleasure should envy. The owner was even the abbot’s only younger brother.
“Is it huge?”
Rom asked, smiling brightly. She then grabbed her wet penis and stroked the bridge of her stepsister’s pretty nose. The motivation was the conviction that my younger self would be happy to be ridiculed like this. The Baron, who grew younger due to the synergistic effect of alcohol and drugs, was originally a sly male.
“You know, Mar, have you always wanted to do this with your pretty face?”
It was smeared with the thick, flowing liquid. Her absolute superiority was imprinted on the woman who was left dumbfounded, perhaps because she was so shocked in many ways. Her substantial seed repeatedly showed off a length and thickness that could not even be imitated by her.
“It sucks when an innocent female gets confused while looking at a dick! “When I paint a face like this on a face that no one ever thought of using, it makes me feel good because it feels like it was made with my own toy!”
Sometimes I confess my strange desires.
“Besides, it’s not anyone else, it’s Sister Mar. You’re one of my favorite people in the world. So I don’t want to lose anymore. You can’t go far away either. “I will do what I learned and make it difficult for you to live without me from now on.”
Sometimes, they express pure affection.
“Rom likes his sister who holds her hands together when she prays. The way you smile when you eat delicious food is so cute. I want to see more of those bright smiles that only come out when you’re truly happy. “It hurts my heart to see my sister crying because she’s worried about me.”
He personally led his sister, who had a noble and benevolent nature, down the path of corruption.
“Well, I understand what you mean. But people are not animals. Just like my sister is a woman, not a female. So, let’s get this ugly thing out of the way first… ?”
The boy was truly clever. My sister, who was shaken by the temptation of instinct, barely showed signs of shaking off the temptation and immediately started crying. It was a ploy to cleverly seize the man’s tail, stimulate his conscience, and then induce him to reverse his decision.
“Well, I’m hideous… ?”
“No, sister, that’s not what I meant…”
“But why are you suddenly saying such harsh things? “Do you hate me, Mar?”
Rom, who was sobbing as if he was about to burst into tears, finally rubbed his eyes. While my startled sister waved her hand and explained, I bent down and snuggled into her warm embrace.
“Why does my sister hate Rom? I was just trying to explain because I thought you didn’t know much. What my cute little brother says is that it is only right to do it between people who love each other. Like a lover or a married couple.”
“But I love you just as much…”
“I am like that too. But familial love and heterosexuality are different.”
There is a pleasure in the world that can only be felt when one commits an immoral act. And Marguerite, who had lived as a faithful believer all her life, was therefore weak against the sense of liberation that the above-mentioned moment of deviation gave. The proof was that his body was already very heated, and he was breathing heavily while rubbing his trembling lips.
Nevertheless, the sight of her regaining her composure truly aroused admiration that she was the Grand Abbess.
The women who approached silently from the other side of the dark hallway had no intention of letting the situation continue like this. This is because her reaction the moment she placed her stiff brother’s object on her face was obvious joy.
“Oh my gosh, is that really true?”
“Are you fooling yourself, Mother Superior?”
The owners of the suddenly heard voice were standing in the doorway. Their names, which boasted familiar and dazzling beauty, were Oriane and Henrietta. They were evil women behind the scenes who had carefully planned to devour the entire frozen land.
“Abominable… !”
On the golden plain during the good harvest season, sisters, each showing off their profound beauty as if personifying the wine in a transparent glass goblet, walked one by one. It may be true that there was a coronation ceremony for a female princess outside, but she was dressed very extravagantly.
“Guys, can you get ready?”
Henrietta clapped her hands arrogantly and gave instructions to the dancers who followed her. In preparation for her unexpected situation, she restrained Marguerite’s new recruit and made him sit down on a chair nearby.
“Everyone please take care of this too.”
Oriane, too, was not to be outdone and snapped her fingers. Rom, who was already welcoming us, was afraid that he might say something that would cause trouble, so he quickly carried her to a corner and carried her away. No matter what this handsome boy said, the abbess, already steeped in her prejudices, would not let go of her hostility.
‘Because there is such a thing as chance.’
‘Yes, but isn’t this really exciting?’
‘I’ve experienced something different from you, but it’s still thrilling.’
The sisters who communicated with each other nodded at the same time. After all, plays like this are always fun. Especially if it means picking on a female who caused my husband’s troubles because he was blinded by misdirected affection and jealousy.
“Hehe, what is this, the noble abbot of Gaul?”
“Henrietta… !”
“Oh, they don’t even treat me like a duchess anymore? I guess I’m in a position where there’s no reason to care about things like face anymore. Still, I’m willing to listen to the loser’s complaints, so please let me know whenever you feel like it.”
Her older sister was the first to frown as she unhesitatingly unfolded the fan she was holding in her hand. A strange sense of joy filled her as she was caught by dancers from a foreign country and forced to look up at me with their static gaze.
“You bitch, if you thought I didn’t know what you were up to… !”
“What do you mean by miscalculation? But I don’t know why my sister is standing like this and her superior is on her knees right now?”
Her younger brother, she added with a smile, was not an easy provocation either.
“Furthermore, a person who was so calm and rational is shouting so loudly and without dignity.”
In any case, the professions of the two sisters here were not actors. She had the beauty that could have made her a target for the head of the Royal Theater Company, and the acting skills that, if she could polish and cultivate them, would be world-class. Today’s business was just laying the groundwork.
“Well, what does it matter whether you knew our intentions or not? “Our great abbess ended up being driven into this corner.”
“You may not be able to rebel in the first place, but even if you could, it would be better to be self-respecting. Because my delicate little brother might get hurt.”
“If you touch even one of Rom’s fingers, look! “I will repay you double!”
It was truly the finale. Henrietta received one of her necklaces from the dancer standing behind her. Even to an outsider, the jewelry, which had an unusual energy, was a special product of Lucienne Lemohan.
“Ah, foolish Marguerite.”
Of course, but the purpose was obvious. She carefully held the string that flowed like a veil in her hand and soon placed her mysterious object on the abbot.
“Why would I touch that child?”
And finally, he whispered sensually.
“There is someone else who is qualified.”
It was after that a sense of discomfort struck me. My body felt increasingly heavy, and even after the dancers I was holding onto fell, it was difficult to lift a finger. All I could do was to forcefully roll my eyes.
“W-what did you do…”
“Sleep well, you will know everything when you open your eyes.”
Like a younger brother in Oriane’s arms, far away.
“Have a nice dream.”
Until the moment you fall into a deep sleep.
* * *
Like a candle blowing out in the wind, hook!
It was a distant faint. The good news is that the aftereffects were not serious. As the dizzy feeling subsided, what came was a soft light. Soon it was a quiet noise. It was the senses of touch, smell, and awareness that were awakened one by one.
“… Hot!”
Marguerite Dior, a woman from a famous family with flowing dark brown hair, suddenly stood up. She narrowed her eyes and looked around her. She was shocked when she realized that her outfit was somehow bare and empty, as she always stuck to neat and tidy clothes.
“What the hell is this…”
The glossy, shiny texture gave it a cheap, vulgar feel. The lingerie that a promiscuous woman might wear was even paired with garter belt stockings that clung to her toned thighs. However, the highlight of this seemingly precarious outfit was the shoes with heels so high that it was difficult to walk properly.
“Oh, it’s Mar!”
Even the Battle Sisters of Le Verrier, who practice beauty, do not dress like this. It’s like clothing that maximizes the sexual fantasy of a nun. The slut’s demeanor, worse than that of a prostitute, was enough to embarrass the off-white Marguerite, who was known for her elegance.
Fortunately, I was able to let go of my worries for a moment after hearing Rom’s voice.
“Rom? You’re safe… !”
As soon as she saw the scene unfolding in the area she was looking at, she was astonished.
“Ah, the Lord too…”
“Wow, there are two Mar sisters!”
“There’s no need to pay attention to such a dirty bitch…”
For some reason, there was a woman who looked exactly like me, wearing the same clothes, standing next to her younger brother. More precisely, he was squatting obscenely and fawning over a young boy.
“Lie…”
Yes, her identity is none other than her half-sister.
“This must be a dream… !”
A dream that is honest about its desires, at least here, as if it had awakened itself
“But who is real?”
It was the so-called Marguerite of Immorality.
