Chapter 364 – 36. Goyowol (4)
A sanctuary, a nest.
The atmosphere in the harem heated up. There was no need to light firewood or anything, but the muggy air spread thickly. It was due to the heat of the exhaled breath of the slaves who had reached their peak while trying to catch their breath.
Well, the number was as many as nine.
The cozy yet sticky feeling stimulated my lust. She aroused such strong excitement that I wanted to devote myself to lovemaking right away. In such a tight space, the Ardennes wives sensed that it would soon be their turn.
Starting with the Baron gently winking as he held his sister in his arms.
“Now, a female standing in front of you is not allowed to wear clothes carelessly.”
A woman with beauty as dazzling as gold approached. She grabbed the right arm of the reclining abbot, as if scolding a young girl. Furthermore, her older sister, standing across from her, lifted the woman’s plain dress and helped her unbutton it.
Click, click.
Marguerite was a frugal person who did not indulge in extravagance. The clothes she was wearing were so shabby that they were practically rags compared to her status. That’s why the woman, whose alluring color reminded me of wine, said as she took off her clothes one by one.
“The man who is my father is looking at me. What is he wearing? Realize that being polite doesn’t mean you’re smart. After all, it is the calling of a bitch to appreciate our bodies and help us achieve firm erections.”
“Now, wait… !”
She struggled a little in her embarrassment, but it was no use. While her mother and her aunt were helping her undress, Lucien used her magic to restrain her by waving her hands in the air. Meanwhile, Françoise, who, like her maid, could not stand to see her clothes in disarray, sorted them out like laundry.
“Master, what do you want to do with these clothes?”
“Well, what should I do? Given your personality, if it were cheap, you would have just worn it. Aside from being practical, I’m worried that the fabric might be bad for the skin.”
“The fabric itself is a pretty good material. Of course, it is true that it is not luxurious enough for someone like the Mother Superior to wear it. If you are worried about disposal, just leave it to me. “With this, I’ll make a suit that you’ll like.”
It was truly a vulgar expression to say that he was a man with noble lips. On the other hand, there are some things that struck a chord even more. Anyway, Rom was satisfied and nodded, saying he should give it a try. This was done by stripping his sister naked with the help of the most loyal women.
“Ugh…”
Even though she has now returned to secular life, she was once a full-fledged nun. The naked body of a woman consecrated to the holy faith was in full bloom with her shame. The outline that often revealed her sexiness even over her simple clothes was completely liberated, showing off her magic.
Calmly wavy dark brown hair, a face that couldn’t hide a blush even when covering its hands out of embarrassment, collarbones clearly shaded under the smooth nape of the neck, bouncy breasts and a slender, slim waist, even. Even the dress that extended to the hips was overflowing with sensuality.
Even in the baron’s harem full of beauty, he was by no means the lowest. In fact, beauty beyond a certain level comes down to differences in individuality and taste.
‘Damn the benevolence, it sucks.’
Anyway, it was just as the female worker with a calm expression muttered to herself. My sister’s beautiful female body was so voluptuous that it was a shame to leave her pure for the sake of believing in God. When she was wearing her clothes, she was definitely a saint, but once she took them off, she was like a fairy.
“I thought that if the clothes were suitable for a grand nun, she would also be wearing the clothes of a nun from the Celestial Order.”
“Oh, now that I think about it, the Le Verrier bitches are dressed up in a bad way.”
“Hehe, I think you already said that. I will try to sew with reference to it. “It would be nice if I could prove now that the bitch in the concubine room is a useful bitch other than being a wench.”
Rom rolled his eyes at her, asking what kind of upset she was saying. If she hadn’t been hugging Marguerite, she looked like she would have started disciplining her right away. Even though she often criticized and belittled her for her immoral pleasure, her true intentions were always pure and pure.
“No, Françoise.”
“… Yes?”
“What’s important about proving other usefulness? Anyway, you’re going to be receiving my dick for the rest of your life. Just keep doing well in the future. “Because your role is to be happy while hearing people call you a bitch and a fucking bitch, and to spit shit.”
Françoise, who was slightly trembled upon hearing those words, answered politely. He apologized, saying he would reflect on how he had dared to assume that there were conditions to his affection.
“Well, just do as you say…”
“Make new clothes for not only you, but also for you.”
“I will do as you command. “I also apologize for repeatedly going against my master’s wishes.”
The maid returned, nodding politely, placing her clothes, which her two mistresses had removed, on a table far away. Now that there was nothing more to do, the Baron showed off his strength by lifting his sister’s body. He threw her down on her soft bed, followed by her four united wives.
“Don’t worry. Because it will feel good.”
“Romuald…”
After lightly loosening her pudgy shoulders, Rom gazed intently at Marguerite. The mixture of lust and possessiveness in her eyes seemed to create a sense of intimidation, but then she smiled and expressed a short sentiment.
“If you’re so pretty, why didn’t you confess to me earlier?”
Dark brown hair rose like waves on the white blanket. It was an off-white color that was too precious to offer to a god whose existence we could not be sure of. The appearance of the great abbess, who was so disheveled before the fall, was a work of art.
Although it was a bit disappointing that she tried to cover her nipples or vagina with her hands.
“No, Mother Superior. When the bitch is lying in bed, please keep her hands neat so that you can enjoy her.”
“Make a heart shape on her lower abdomen. “I am discreetly informing the person who deserves it that the womb that will gratefully contain and store your seed is here.”
Oriane and Henrietta, who were lying on either side and holding one arm each, quickly stopped him. It turned her into a defenseless female with no time to resist.
“My sister-in-law has pretty feet, so I guess she comes from a famous family.”
“You have such elegant legs. “It looks like you’ll look good in that house outfit.”
Moreover, that wasn’t the end. After that, even Lucienne and Françoise joined in and grabbed each other’s ankles one by one.
Restraint of limbs.
Not being able to move her body as she wanted was a very good excuse for a female who was busy showing off even after becoming Lee Ji-kyung. If she had just come to her senses in the first place or struggled, there would have been nothing she couldn’t have escaped.
“No, let me go…”
The sister, who could not believe that her precious younger brother was sincerely refusing, only timidly asked.
“That’s not your true intention, is it?”
“That’s rude to dad.”
“This girl is so sly.”
“Calm down, Mother Superior.”
Of course, her wives didn’t move.
“Look, even the dancers who once tried to kill their masters are expressing that they are happy to be slaves like that. “In just a little while, Mother Superior, she won’t even feel the need to rebel.”
Just as Françoise said with a smile, behind the scenes, excited dancers were getting up one by one. As the four wives and concubines had told her, she straightened her back and began to place her hands on her lower abdomen.
As if this is how it should be when you treat her Baron.
‘It’s a lie, it’s like I’ve been brainwashed…’
To someone who didn’t know much, it was a shocking sight. Although there were differences in degree, Marguerite was no exception. After glancing at the females in the harem with her incredible insight, she reluctantly agreed.
‘No, that’s how much I deified this child…’ …’
He was tall and handsome. He is capable and courageous. Is there any need to talk about dishes? Until now, the only thing that had covered up the brilliance of that gemstone was a terrible sepsis.
‘Just as it is natural for a mere believer to kneel before the Lord…’
It meant that it was not because it could never shine as it should.
“Sister, do you hate it that much?”
The expression on my younger brother’s face as he asked with a slightly youthful look couldn’t have looked sadder. Marguerite, who felt a faint sense of remorse, hesitated and made an excuse as if she was lost and not sure what to do.
“Well, like I said, there’s no time to mentally prepare…” …”
They are clearly in love. I also want it passionately. But it is still too much. There was resistance to being honest like in the dream. If it had been just the two of us, we would have tried something, but since we were watching Henrietta, who was hostile and hostile, and Oriane, who was treated like a villain, we were watching.
“That’s right.”
Rom muttered calmly. After that, she took off her gentlemanly mask and climbed onto the bed. Since my sister had rejected my favor first, she acted as if there was no need to look at me or be considerate anymore. The loyal women personally grabbed her limbs and assisted her in her lovemaking, holding her firm penis as they approached her.
“Well, your nightlife is too stimulating for my sister who only knew about a godly life…”
“Marguerite.”
And then, at an unexpected moment, he says something informally.
“Is it still like that?”
The cock, whose pounding pulse could be felt even from a distance away, was thrust into her face. When the hot and smelly male symbol came right in front of me, I stopped and scolded my sister.
“Tsk, ah…”
“Do you think this is really blasphemous? Is it so provocative to hang out with these bitches?”
Of course, it was a profane and provocative act. Still, Marguerite could not open her mouth.
I was so helpless that I couldn’t help but shiver as I looked at the penis rising above the bridge of his nose.
I didn’t dare protest even when the seemingly hideous dick dripped its smelly liquid onto my face.
‘It’s really in front of the Lord. It’s time to be his dick.’
‘A cum-catching nun is always obedient.’
It was the moment when the dreamy teaching assistant twisted reality.
‘A female cannot disobey a male.’
‘When I look at that massive cock, I just get hardened and have to obediently say yes.’
It is a desire that is originally mine. The dream demon that originated from the dark abyss whispered the contents as an auditory hallucination.
‘Go ahead and say it. Lord, I obey.’
‘Go ahead and confess. Actually, I was happy.’
‘Hurry up and declare it, you little bastard, it’ll be fine.’
This is incest and blasphemy. It is an aberration that deserves social condemnation. It is a mortal sin of which there is nothing to be said even if one falls into the hottest place in hell. That moral consciousness crossed my mind and gave rise to resistance for a moment, but that was all.
Soon, with one conclusion, all worries and worries were swept away.
“No…”
Marguerite Dior finally realized this. Why are these beautiful and talented women so loyal to their younger brother? Do you enthusiastically cheer for a relationship that is so immoral that it directly violates common sense?
“Absolutely not…”
Yes, this is not love.
“Then say it again with a nice smile.”
It is faith.
“I repent, Lord…”
What falls into hell?
“That’s right, that’s good.”
There is a real god here who must be served.
