Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 341

Chapter 341 – 34. Marguerite in Bondage (1)

Marguerite Dior is a devout woman. She was born as the daughter of a famous family and learned to behave appropriately for her status. She lived an ascetic and restrained life throughout her life. Furthermore, she became a true example of nobility among those who pride themselves on their birthright as if it were their right.

Noblesse oblige.

Her hair, which is more subtle than the color of the walnut tree trunk, is calm and simple. Her benevolent eyes often smile, as if to clearly prove her benevolent personality. She has an off-white color that can’t even be described as glamorous, but she is.

Rich wavy hair, dark and long eyelashes, a high, distinct nose, and dark lips…

What about her sparkling amber eyes, like her sometimes dazzling personality, or the curves that are quite vivid even on her frugal, colorless clothes? When her white, milky skin turns into a healthy complexion and looks as lovely as a ripe peach, everyone just nods.

She is as simple as the shore of a clear lake, and she is definitely a beauty.

“Some of the gossip in the social world was always about my behavior. Why did the head of the great convent waste her youthful and beautiful beauty? But there’s one thing they don’t know. “I don’t particularly dislike dressing up.”

That made the bitch squatting in her high-heeled shoes all the more special. That alter ego, wearing a long, glossy nun’s robe, was as beautiful as she was vulgar.

Her headscarf emblazoned with the symbol of her order, gloves that covered her elbows, and lingerie holding up her breasts with a single thin strap were also dug deep into her squishy crotch. It finally became a sexy garter belt that covered the entire area below her plump buttocks and was connected to the shose that even revealed the outline of her thick thighs.

“It’s not that she didn’t know how to decorate,” She said. She just didn’t feel the need to. Because, unlike others, she recognized that she was beautiful without having to work hard. “I have to give up everything like this and let only you enjoy this lovely appearance.”

Marguerite was startled and wiped away the cold sweat that kept flowing. She stopped without being able to refute the impersonation of a woman who looked just like me as if she were looking at me in a mirror. At first, I was cautious because I thought it was just Oriane or Henrietta’s dirty trick.

“How is it, Lord?”

Perhaps it was an attempt to make me jealous, but I was shaken by the behavior of the alter ego who kept looking down on me with a look that was intoxicated with a sense of victory. Furthermore, he looked confused when he realized that the space created in this lucid dream was close to a church in this world.

“Yes that’s right. There is a dream demon here who only worships you. Unlike the bitch standing there stupidly not even understanding the situation. “This immoral Marguerite pledges to trust and serve only you for the rest of her life and eternity.”

The soft voice of a dream rang loudly in my dreams. Every time the vibration seeped into my ears and hit my eardrums, I felt a chill running down my spine. In fact, it was like looking into myself, but I couldn’t even imagine what Rom would be like if that were the case.

“What is a vow? “I don’t know difficult words!”

“I swear and promise. As for me, I was a bitch who wasn’t honest about falling in love with my half-brother. “I made you feel uncomfortable by focusing on that topic unnecessarily.”

The monster flicked its tongue obscenely and once again sent a provocative look towards my body. Afterward, he made his promises as if to show off. At first glance, it seems like he is seducing the handsome boy in front of him, but he is actually hinting that it is a confession of his own desire.

“Shouldn’t I apologize?”

“Well, but Mar, you don’t have to do that, right?”

The Baron’s affection for his sister is boundless. Isn’t that true even when things from the past immediately come to mind? Rom answered clearly while looking at the dream horse that had turned into a bitch.

“You know, Marguerite is one of my favorite people in the world. So no matter what he does, he doesn’t hate it. “You didn’t do anything wrong, and it’s okay, so why are you apologizing?”

“It is to repay your kindness.”

Marguerite, frozen as ice, just watched the scene. While I was appalled by the dream demon’s behavior that seemed to be looking into my inner thoughts, I was also so overwhelmed that I anxiously watched Rom’s reaction.

‘Because this is a dream, and it’s not me…’

It’s just something that resembles me did on its own. Therefore, I am not guilty and it is okay. It was a selfish intention, unlike the benevolent abbess of Gaul.

“Rom, therefore, Marguerite Dior reverently declares here today that she will become a nun who only believes in you. Sincerely, I will become a bitch who is only interested in eating this body. I will be a chaste bitch who will not look at anyone but you. “I’m obedient, so I’ll just be an obedient bitch.”

Is that why? Mongma acted even more boldly, as if criticizing her impudent self. Now, I have reduced the frequency of her looking at me and focused on the ritual of becoming a follower of a fair boy.

“In other words, Lord, I am your servant Marguerite. This is a bitch who will become a lowly bitch, a private fuck house, and a magnificent cum receiver. This is a bitch who will look up to you and admire you like a girl in love as she looks at your erect cock every morning. This is the year when we will hold our hands and offer our lips as if praying and then conduct the service.”

Mongma, who changed her posture, soon got down on her knees.

“Before the Supreme Being, Lord, I am nothing but a bitch. Therefore, I will honor everything you are and worship you with gratitude. “I will show you that I will be faithful to the subject of this lowly female.”

As he said, she put her hands together as if praying and tilted her head to look up at Rom.

“You said you liked the sight of me praying with clasped hands, right?”

“Yes, she’s gorgeous, and I just want to bother her again.”

“Then it is time for meditation. You can do whatever you want with me as I close my eyes and think of the Lord. In the meantime, I will be reminding myself of my obedience to you.”

Mongma gently closed her eyes. She truly served her half-brother like a god, despite the religious faith she had maintained throughout her life. She was excited as she realized that she was as bad as dust and couldn’t even breathe without his permission.

‘Lord, your faithful nun prays again today. If I don’t hold her hand tightly like this, she will confess and reflect on herself that she is a bitch who will masturbate by squeezing her naked pussy at any moment. I will think of the Lord’s magnificent cock so that I can become a bitch who can always be in heat without such a touch. I will look forward to the moment when I can place my lips on her ugly glans and sing a song of praise.’

And then I really prayed with my mouth shut.

“If you slap me, I’ll smile and be happy. If you pinch her nipples, she will moan happily. If you rub your dick against my lips, I will secretly tease you. “If it hurts your throat, I will wait until you are satisfied without disturbing your posture.”

“Wow, this Mar sister is so sexy.”

“What greater honor would there be to get your pussy pounded as a reward? I would pay any price to serve that Eucharist. I am aroused by the fact that I serve my half-brother as a matter of faith, but you will love me regardless…”

Her cervix stretched out, and her slit carefully supported her scrotum. Then she supported the shaft of the cock with her fingertips and opened her mouth in ecstasy and said.

“Lord, please forgive this bastard’s sins…”

“Yes, what crime did you commit?”

“It’s a crime that I dared to look at your cock and get horny. I am guilty of feeling the cum writhing inside this scrotum. Please make my sister, who doesn’t even know the topic, your fuck house. Please use it as a poop catcher. Please treat me like a toy to play with.”

What happened next was not just words, but actions. The nun kneeled reverently, again clasping her hands in a prayerful pose. After the sparkling amber eyes flickered between her narrowed eyes, her lustful expression and lively smile gave her visual satisfaction.

“Excuse me, Jaji…”

After offering her lips, it was time for a polite greeting.

“I’m Marguerite, the bitch who will serve you today and meet you, Mr. Pussy…”

Starting from her glans, I applied her saliva thoroughly. She didn’t stop until she had slid down the pole and made it shine between the folds of her scrotum. Still, she did not loosen her clasped hands, but simply bent her back uncomfortably and turned her head to and fro to serve.

The greatest sense of conquest that any male can feel continued.

The vulgarly pursed mouth of the demon was truly a masterpiece. Lustrous from her glans to the root, she declared that even her throat was her Lord’s pleasure, and devoted herself to it until she felt a rush of ejaculation. So, when it seemed like she was about to receive too much glory from me, she focused on stimulating the area underneath her glans.

‘When it comes to the Lord, she will always show her submission with envious eyes. I will not forget that my very existence belongs to you and I will cherish every drop of it without missing a single seed. You’ll be able to gauge your mood based on the viscosity and amount as you taste the thick and intense taste.’

It wasn’t that long. Because of this, Marguerite, who was the main body, could not come forward and could only watch. However, the being in the dream lowered its head, wondering if it could sufficiently fulfill its role even at this moment.

“Chuhuh…”

The saliva that hung down like thread heightened the already erotic atmosphere. A few strands of the male’s strong pubic hair stuck to the corners of his mouth, giving him the impression of a lowly rag, but he didn’t care. All she did was open her red mouth to Rom and then lick it with her tongue.

“Hurup, hehe…”

I dissolved and loosened the sticky cum with saliva. Thanks to this, the water level gradually rose, and it became difficult to breathe. Even the breath I breathed out had a strong body odor in it.

“Wow, it’s pretty…”

That was Rom’s impression. The boy’s eyes sparkled even more. I was so absorbed in the immoral pleasure that I never thought I could defile my sister like this. After tasting the overwhelming joy, I couldn’t wait to share it.

“Umm, gulp…”

Of course it was. Mong-ma, who gulped down only a few sips of cum thanks to the light wrapping, finally regained his appetite and bowed her head. After several tens of seconds of awkward silence after her forehead touched the ground, she finally whispered.

“I received my first baptism of cum gratefully.”

In terms of a play, it was the end of the first act, and in terms of a play, it was the end of the foreplay.

Therefore, Mongma’s obscene worship was scheduled to continue.

“… “Stop!”

The real Marguerite, unable to bear that fact any longer, finally separated her younger brother from her clone and cried out.

“This is blasphemy!”

Mongma tilted her head with a puzzled look on her face, chatted with Rom for a moment and then answered.

“Rom, are you displeased?”

“No, it felt perfect!”

“See, the Lord says it’s not?”

“… !”

What kind of bullshit is this?