Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 342

Chapter 342 – 34. Marguerite in Bondage (2)

The dream demon stood up, flaunting her bewitching appearance, and approached Marguerite. Even though she was already dressed in a lewd manner, she flaunted her high-heeled shoes and got closer as if to show off. She enjoyed showing off her plump breasts and buttocks bouncing with every step she took.

“You’re fake!”

The abbot, enraged by the wrongful atrocity of the self-immolation, shouted. As she looked just like me as if I was looking into a mirror, and she kept repeating unacceptable things, she started showing off her skills. She condemned him so that he could no longer instill her wrong gender ideas in her younger sister.

“Henrietta, I know it’s something that that evil woman arranged!”

“Oh my, what are you going to do if you find out later that you made a mistake?”

Mongma, who was grinning, did not specifically deny it. She just glanced at Rom, who recoiled slightly at the sight of his sister raising her voice. Furthermore, she then made strange gestures in the air, transforming the scene of her dream, and then she grabbed Marguerite’s wrist as she tried to slap her.

“I won’t forgive you, especially if you messed with that kid…” … !”

“But are you this weak?”

The space that was reminiscent of a church chapel has now been transformed into a cramped penance room. It was a pair of chairs facing each other with a temporary screen in between. Her arm was tied up with a strong rope as she was surprised by her rapidly changing scenery, as if she was turning the pages of a book in her dreams.

“You can’t handle even a single dreamer accusing you of being nothing more than an imitator. There is no way that the young lady of the Dior family would not know the price of pursuing powerless justice. If you truly want to protect your younger brother, the only correct answer is to obey.”

“Do you think everyone who is in the priesthood is naive? “I won’t fall for the devil’s temptation!”

“Hmm, let’s see if it’s really like that.”

Mongma coldly sarcastically said. He gently pressed Marguerite’s head, which was tied up so that she could not move, and forced her to kneel. She twitched her body occasionally, pinning her against her inner walls.

“Now, just wait a moment.”

Kneeling down, her hands were pulled back. What naturally stood out was the frowning face and the breasts covered by the vulgar glossy lingerie.

“Lord, could you come here for a moment?”

The dreamer, who performed a karate attack with her humble posture, immediately made a request in a gentle voice. Since she still had her former dignity alive, she brought a timid Rom to her sister’s door and made him take out his cock. Perhaps because of her clumsy consolation, she asked for cooperation with the erection becoming even more dark red.

“There is a less educated female beyond that hole.”

“Isn’t that Mar’s sister?”

“Now we have to find out who it is. I’m sure the Lord’s sister isn’t a pervert who gulps at the mere sight of your dick on her face.”

Marguerite was shocked. It wasn’t just because of the words spoken by his alter ego, Mongma. It was because she, who I thought would mock me, was kneeling next to her. She even took the same pose, only her arms and legs were not tied.

“Could you please start?”

The kid behind the curtain nodded. Every time I saw her, she grabbed the cock with a wonderful presence and thrust it in without hesitation.

Tap, tap.

The first was from the left. He brought his penis to the face of Mongma, who looked exactly like his sister, and stabbed her cheek. He encouraged me to serve with all my heart and sincerity as I was covered in fluids that were dripping from my unusually ugly glans.

“Hehe, yes.”

The Lord is tormenting me with that magnificent cock. Mongma, who was grateful deep down in her bones, smiled like a slut and pursed her lips. As if he was dissatisfied with something, he poked the dog’s cheek, and he understood that it meant expressing submission.

“Praise you, Lord…” …”

With a reverential and beautiful voice.

“The mouth of a nun who only looks at you, offering it up like this…”

Crude and like a slut.

“I will keep it without spilling a single drop…”

I swallowed the saliva that kept accumulating and kissed him. As if he wasn’t satisfied with that, he slapped her face with his glans, and she stuck out her tongue. He showed off his adorable charm by fluttering the water splashing here and there.

“That’s a really heavy cock. It couldn’t be more honorable to shut up an offended female at once. I feel like you, who are just a young half-brother, clearly prove why I must serve you as the Lord…”

Mongma, with a lustful expression, opened her mouth. Holding her erect glans, he stretched out her cheeks and sucked out all the remaining semen in her urethra from the previous ejaculation. She chewed and munched, savoring the flavor that only rich male semen has.

“Hurrup, huhaa…”

She only took less than a sip. However, whenever Mongma exhaled, a cloudy body odor mixed with her snort and breath was spit out. The smell of cum filled the area where identical females were kneeling beyond the screen of the cramped penance room.

“Gulp, gulp…”

It was so thick that it was not easy to even get through it. Nevertheless, the reason he was able to do it is probably because the fake Marguerite Dior is a dream horse. She slowly got up, saying that it was an honor to even be a model for her Lord’s comparison.

“Next time, are you looking forward to it…”

“Sister Mar!”

“Or maybe he’s just an incorrigible idiot who doesn’t even know the topic and talks about it.”

Rom grinned. He lifted the cock, which was glistening with the demon’s saliva, and placed it in its wet state on her sister’s face.

Tap, slap…

The virtues of the benevolent abbess are temperance and abstinence. If she was accusing the fake impersonator of her temple of blasphemy for what he did against her younger brother, she should have shown her displeasure at this very moment.

“Huh, huh…”

“It sucks, right? “You won’t be able to stand it with her brother’s cum-smelling dick on your face, right?”

“Oh, no… !”

“Then, unlike me, who is fake, you will never have to swallow your mouth?”

“Of course…”

“Our great nun, her patience is truly amazing. Even though Rom, who had been following behind her with sparkling innocent eyes as a child, was right there. Or is it because she was really young, and I don’t see a dick that is incomparably bigger than it was back then?”

It’s hot. Thick. It’s jumping around. It stinks. I think it will feel good. I want to touch it. Be heavy. It’s heavy. It looks strong again. She seems irresistible. It seems like it will make you cry out loud. Therefore, I would like to beg you to commit it.

“Look, you’re dripping just as much as other people’s cum. I’m itching to fuck my sister who always said she liked me. Don’t you want to taste that sweet, sticky cum that sticks to your mouth?”

If it weren’t for my reputation as a sister and a priest…

“Poor Marguerite, doesn’t she want to be her brother’s woman, whom she has always admired?”

Gulp, saliva welled up in Marguerite’s mouth. It happened so reflexively that I didn’t notice it at first. She was a bit startled later, but she tried hard not to show it because her clone, Mongma, who looked like me, didn’t seem to notice her.

Gulp, gulp again.

After that, Mongma became more and more bold with his words. After making eye contact with the handsome boy who was leisurely looking down at me, she silently confessed that, in fact, she did not want to lose, and repeatedly crossed her throat.

Then, in the end, I sniffed her nose, as if I wanted to experience the fainting feeling of smelling the dick on my face.

“That’s right, you caught it right?”

He was an outsider. Mongma clapped his hands together as if he had been waiting. The fact that she pretended not to notice even after seeing her swallowing her saliva and was so absorbed in telling her nonsense was the cornerstone of getting clearer and undeniable evidence.

“Look, Lord.”

The abbot, sensing her shame, bit her lip. She said that people who rarely get angry can be scary when they get angry, and the distorted look on her face, which always had a faint smile on it, was quite fierce.

“Is this dishonest woman really your Marguerite? Despite all the dedication and effort you’ve shown throughout your life, is it really right to look on a bitch who only cares about face? Wouldn’t it be better to have a sweet and polite bitch like me as your old sister and new believer?”

At best, to the smaller Rom, he was just an ugly face.

“As I promised earlier, if you just say so, I will serve you by your side from now on.”

Marguerite, who was aware that it was a dream world, felt a great sense of discomfort upon hearing the dream’s words. Considering that this was the place Henrietta had reached in her raid, she was filled with fear that the fake might actually try to replace her real self.

“Not in a dream, but in reality, receiving my joyful service for eternity…” …”

“Ooh, don’t be ridiculous! If that happens, Rom will never get back what was mine! “Are you saying that I should waste my whole life like a pillar, wrapped up in an abominable fake skirt like yours?”

The world is full of such magic, such curses, and such methods.

“It was a position you could have replaced, right? “It’s already too late now.”

“Go on, about the fake topic… !”

Maybe it was because there wasn’t that much tension. Rom, who was listening carefully to the two people’s conversation, soon tilted his head. And despite my desire to quickly soothe the throbbing thing between my legs, I patiently and firmly spoke out.

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s fake!”

“Rom… ?”

The dreamer was inwardly delighted, while Marguerite was shocked. However, contrary to the expectations of the two people, who had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, the words added by the boy who was most precious to them were completely unexpected.

“I somehow think I know, the sister here who is called Mongma is actually the real Ma!

“… “What?”

“You said this was a dream. It is said that when people dream, they dream of things they want but cannot obtain. So, if you think about it, this Mongma sister is also Mar sister. “I think it was created by my sister’s disingenuous intentions!”

“Oh my.”

“Noona Mar is noona Mar! Both of you are my precious older sisters, so no one can give up Rom! So, I don’t want my current dishonest sister to immediately become sexy like the Mongmain sister here! Because I will slowly and diligently work hard to make it look like that!”

I will completely control and enjoy both the process and the results. I couldn’t help but be impressed by that bold declaration, no matter how unconscious I was, sneaking into my dreams.

“So, are you going to believe me?”

Deep in the heart of the abbess, the dreamer who had been imprisoned under the name of immorality placed her lips on the boy’s cock as if she were so proud. I responded by asking you to pull me away from that dishonest bitch with a kiss filled with respect.

“I believe, Lord.”

“Yes!”

I do my job and watch without losing my gaze until the moment I disappear.

“Hehe, I never thought dreams could be so fun.”

Only after the dream has dispersed, he holds on to the two faces of his remaining sister and speaks.

“Sister Mar? “I will teach you as soon as you wake up!”

I thought that if it was a male like that, it would definitely be okay.

“Let’s do a lot of dirty things together!”