Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 363

Chapter 363 – 36. Goyowol (3)

The man who fled to the barren polar region, a land where even the mountains and rivers of the four seasons are frozen, was already leading a luxurious life. It was a trophy that was like a ray of sunshine in a neighborhood where bone-deep cold and famine were daily occurrences.

A rock was built in a neighborhood where only dried coniferous branches and fur-bearing animals were overgrown. Who would disparage that feat? Therefore, the man who revived a wallpaper that was in ruins truly deserves to be revered. He was a being whom eye-popping beauties could happily obey.

“My sister doesn’t really deny it…”

What a hard day it must have been. Considering my younger brother’s stubborn personality, I would never have easily achieved the peace I have today. To that extent, Marguerite hesitated, guessing the agony Rom must have experienced. He seemed to just drop his gaze to the floor and wiggle his fingers cutely.

“I’m just not sure how to express this feeling. First, there is a degree. It’s not that I don’t know the pleasure of living a dissolute life. “No matter how much fun it is to play, I think we should never forget to be human.”

Rom shrugged his shoulders slyly. He gestured to Amisha while his sister continued to admonish him. It was a hint that boring excuses would kill my stuff, so I should continue to serve so that I can suck.

‘Excuse me, master…’

It was a happy nomination. A woman with red tattoos on her arms soon approached. She sat down on her knees behind Rom and tilted her head back. The rings on her nipples and navel wiggled slightly, making a small jingling sound, but she didn’t notice.

‘I may be rude, but would you please sit on the restroom bitch’s face? While you’re free, I’ll welcome you with her tongue and lick you pleasantly. If you allow me, I will let her massage your precious body with both hands. In this way, the scrotum is lightly touched, and the pillar is lightly touched…’

The Baron, with his arms crossed around her, sat on Amisha’s face. An exotic female supported herself with just her protruding nose. Furthermore, she got excited by smelling the male’s strong body odor and kicked him in the stomach as he let out his hot breath.

Puck, and jingle.

The slave who was hit in the stomach with her heel moaned loudly. I apologized for daring to offend the owner on the subject of the toilet and served again. I put my hand on her scrotum and gently massaged it, while with my other hand I gently stroked the shaft of the prick that I could not grasp.

‘I’m sorry, my breath tickles you a lot… ?’

He was a truly loyal slave. Because he realized that the previous owner’s kicking was due to his lukewarm breathing, he even stopped breathing. Amisha, who stuck her nose between her buttocks and carefully inserted her tongue to tease him, was truly a great toilet.

“Of course, I hope Rom is happy too. There’s nothing you can do if you relieve the tension of a hard day by mixing your body with several women. However, as you know, the position of a nobleman is a heavy one. “You can’t let down your guard just because you’ve reached such a high position.”

The females standing side by side looked at each other with envious eyes. Marguerite, who had quickly moved on to the sermon, continued speaking without even knowing it. Perhaps because he was embarrassed because he was completely naked, he closed his eyes and monologued. He continued talking as if he was trying to regain his former dignity and initiative.

‘Ximena, come here.’

‘Yes, master…’

Either that or not.

‘The bitch who will be the footstool answers the call. Today too, I will be a year when I do my best as a rug.’

Rom was still bored and called one more of her slaves. She was a bitch with nothing missing, from her collarbones to her armpits and from her abs to her belly button. She walked over with a very happy expression and bowed down at her feet, and she was, as expected, an excellent rug.

‘Val, the slave who will serve you greets you first with gratitude.’

Just look at the way he kissed the top of her foot in a polite manner.

‘I know that the treatment is inadequate compared to the hard work you always put in trampling and crushing our females.’

The posture of gently and carefully lifting her heels as if holding her.

‘Still, I will try my best, so please…’

Her preparations were flawless, even as she bowed and combed her disheveled hair. The face of a beautiful woman that ordinary people would not dare touch was treated like a mere footstool. Even though there was no way it would smell because it was a body full of mystery, I got excited and gave a kick to the face that was sniffing.

It was a superb view.

Ximena, supporting one of her master’s feet with her face, straightened out her hair that kept blowing around. She brushed her hair back neatly and kissed her, saying she was sorry for using her hands without her permission. Her lips left marks all over her toes, from her thumb to her little one.

Ah Misha, who was reaching her limit due to holding her exhalation for so long, did not stop moving her hands. Even if she fainted like this, she said it was only her fault as a slave and acted as if her master had nothing to worry about.

‘Ah, these cheeky bitches.’

To be honest, I sucked. First, isn’t that the case? My sister, who was so absorbed in the nagging that she was in a trance, had been talking for several minutes already. In a situation like that, it was bound to be fun to sit on a bitch who was treated like a toilet and play with a bitch who was happy to be treated like a rug.

‘Twins, it’s your turn.’

At first, it was just an act to kill time. The purpose was to maintain moderate excitement in case my stiff cock died due to boring excuses. But somehow, the slaves’ thrifty devotion made the baron feel lustful.

‘Thank you for calling my name, master.’

‘What can I do?’

‘Come here and kiss each other sticky, right…’ …’

So it was Nicole and Rosaria who called. The twins, who looked exactly like each other, were made to kneel between their crotches and cling to each other. I thought it would be fun to stick my dick out between the lips of two passionately kissing slaves and have them clean it.

“Chu-eup, Chu…”

“Howeup, jjook…” …”

Sure enough, it was as expected.

“Jjoob, Chueup, Jjoooook…” …”

“Heru-eup, Hebe…”

Their delicate and soft lips met, leaving only a narrow gap. The Baron uncrossed his arms and finally pushed in the vicious glans. He roughly grabbed and pulled the shiny black hair of the twin slaves, which must have been carefully maintained.

I made it rub so that it made a crackling sound.

‘This is good, but it’s so hard to bear.’

‘Are you satisfied, master?’

‘You are as awesome as ever. Even the bulging veins and the energy flowing through the bloodstream as if pulsating, really…’

It was literally a mouthful.

‘You too, are you going to keep forgetting to use honorific terms for your master?’

‘Tsk, that’s right. I forgot…’

‘This is all my fault as the older sister for failing to properly educate her younger brother. In any case, these Rosaria will serve you as a kind bride with a heart of apology.’

‘Reflect on yourself, master. Nicole is an empty-headed bitch. I would like to apologize with all my heart for being so careless towards Jajja, who I am supposed to look up to respectfully…’

Amisha, who had given up her hands, took both of her hands to her scrotum. As if she had reached her limit, she dropped her drool-covered lower body for a moment and breathed while supporting her master with her cheek and forehead. She was upset because it diminished her pleasure for a brief moment, but she didn’t forget to convey her apology to him.

With actions rather than words.

After the momentary break, even more affection was expressed. She gave her husband and her daughter a deep kiss, something she had never given before. Of course, the only place a slave, who was nothing more than her toilet, could touch was her master’s ass. Although she was only an honor to the females of her baron.

“… So, you know what my sister means, right? I’m going to try to be as thorough and planned as possible at night. Orgies and fornication are all good, but working hard during the day is good. “Only when you have a balanced life can the happiness of being with your loved one increase.”

Anyway, it was a satisfying time. In response to his sister’s nagging, which still showed no signs of ending, Rom called the other slaves and prepared for her ejaculation. She let go of her twin’s hair and played with the 20-year-old pussies of Shriya and Mallika, each with one hand.

‘Master, thank you for giving the slut the honor of getting away with your fucking…’

‘I will not forget the grace of personally penetrating the ashtray slave’s pussy and I will leave in a grand manner…’ …’

Not only was it not enough to be completely soaked in the refreshing scent, but the feeling of tightness was also excellent. While observing the expressions of the two slaves with their backs, he tapped the clitoris, and in the end, he started to squelch violently, not even paying attention to the fact that his sister, who had been making noise, began to feel a strange presence.

“Uuuh, huh, hiya…” … !”

“Ugh, ah, ssst… !”

So the climax was soon to come. Ashka and Gayatri followed Rom’s gaze and joined the service. Even though he had already ejaculated once thanks to Françoise’s gentle teasing, he caressed his master who was about to cum even thicker.

Outstretched tongue, licking the tender breasts with the tip.

Sucking the nipple to just the right amount to feel it.

I waited for Claudia, who was the last runner, to embrace her glans. Then, Marguerite turned around at the sound of a moan, and when she faced the beauty of her dear sister and began to ejaculate, she let out the cry she had been holding in all along.

“Are you listening, Romuald?”

“Oh, wait a minute.”

All at once, and in a grand manner.

“Ahh, my master… !”

“Go, slave bitch, go away again…” … !”

“Hurup, pyuuhuh…” … !”

“Jjook, guttural, chook…” … !”

“Tsk, tsk, kyaaa…” … !”

Like a conductor from Ilse, he played a symphony composed of female bodies. While my sister was blinking blankly after seeing that absurd scene, she shook off all the females that were clinging to me and finally stood up.

“Are you finished talking? Both then and now, your sermons are truly fascinating. If it weren’t for these bitches, I would have wasted precious time. It’s not that it’s not true, but the wives over there smiling brightly are probably telling me not to delay the moment when I’m going to get fucked.”

“Well, I’m scared, so don’t come closer… !”

“I will get closer. What else can you do? The same goes for the Battle Sisters of Le Verrier, and the disingenuous sister is a real nuisance. In that sense, I need to vent my anger and provide some education. With the grace that taught me what it means to be a noble, I will teach you what it means to be a nobleman.”

“No, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you! But I need more time to mentally prepare… !”

They say that if I make them go away about a hundred times, I won’t have to prepare anything like that.

“… Shh.”

I hugged my sister.

“Worship is quiet.”

It was a time for confession of faith.