Chapter 386 – 38. Hot Springs and Meat (6)
Mallika is back. After returning from an errand, she was quite confused when she saw the scene unfolding in her slave room. When she escorted her guest to the living room in the owner’s company, the man, whom she did not know, was in a panic.
And by treating my two co-workers, the sisters, like toys.
The red, swollen cheeks were a clear sign. The evidence was as clear as the breasts swelling and heaving with heavy breathing. Just as deep as the traces of a wide open palm remain on the cheeks.
Needless to say, he was arrested in a manner worse than that of a dog. It is a sight that would be perplexing even to a dancer who is familiar with the Baron’s pastimes. The slaves of the Ardennes are only obedient to one person, and here, Nicole and Rosaria were being obeyed by a male they had never seen before, even though they were in love with each other.
“Hey, who are you doing here?”
“Who do you think it is?”
An unknown young man gently pressed his fisted hands against the abs of two girls who were as beautiful as dancers. Sometimes she stuck out her thumb and touched her erect clitoris. She touched the center of pleasure without mercy and happily admired the bodies that no one could live without.
Push, push.
The females, who moaned like animals, went away in a grand manner. After bursting with water like a fountain, his body began to tremble, and he sputtered as if he had been electrocuted.
“Ho, are you a Baron?”
He was very skilled at sadism and domination. Paradoxically, thanks to this, Mallika realized that the man in front of her was a master she should always look up to. She also read the unusual mood in the frowning wrinkles between her eyebrows and adjusted accordingly.
“I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. “I thought it was someone else because there was no scar.”
“Are you okay. “Don’t you think we can use this as an excuse later to torment you until you cry and beg for it?”
“Of course. There doesn’t have to be any reason for that. After harassing our girls to the point of exhaustion, it is the master’s right to destroy them…”
Even though it was nice to hear flattery, the ugly thing became even stronger. Even though the sisters’ oily lips continued to trace the pillar where the fierce veins bulged, they were not satisfied. The rope around their necks was tightened roughly and without hesitation.
“Yes, there is also a bitch who happens to be an ashtray. It would be perfect to play with a cigarette on your tongue.”
The Baron, who was playing with destroying the beautiful toy, frowned without even turning his head. Mallika, who moved reflexively upon hearing her master’s harsh voice, took out one of her finely rolled cigarettes and tormented her masochistic sister until she gave it to her.
“Ha, fuck you guys. “I want to send you away like this because I’m being rude.”
“I’ll give you a cigarette here. And if our humble lives could be used for the pleasure of our master, there would be no greater honor than that.”
“Stupid bitch, what about the fire?”
The slave, who realized his mistake late, hurriedly looked for the matchbox where he had left it. He carried the embers that had somehow ignited with trembling hands, and finally secretly glanced at the Baron, who was inhaling the smoke deeply and intoxicated with languor.
Like a girl in love.
It was a strange expression. That’s because even when the scars across her face were clearly visible, he was tall thanks to taking care of her. Her intimidation disappeared and Rom, who took her place with beauty, truly inherited the beauty of his mother Cortizan.
Just like the comment of the female worker who left before her, there is truly no shortage of women.
She said, “I didn’t know you enjoyed smoking. It’s a year that I’ve been very close to…”
“I guess so. Because I never enjoyed it in the first place.”
“Yes? Then why now…”
“Why is this bitch talking so much? It gets in the way of immersing yourself in acting.”
Her simple voice was just as blunt. It felt like she was being brainwashed as the words penetrated her ears and were clearly engraved in her mind. On the other hand, she was very happy to pretend to be strict and give advice by saying that she was acting and being lazy.
The unexpected behavior of her sweet and thoughtful owner was, of course, a play.
She is a man who generously embraced even the bitch who tried to kill me. How amazing is this? Thanks to this, Mallika was able to let go of her worries and focus on her duties. She bowed down and kissed the top of her foot, apologizing for her rudeness.
“Just keep your mouth shut and obey quietly, right?”
“I know. I will exhale as a reward, so breathe in everything.”
Even smokers who cause a nuisance do not blow smoke openly in front of others. Nevertheless, Rom spit out cloudy, stale air into Malika’s face. Even though her eyes were watery, and she was choking, she continued to do so.
“Ha, thank you…”
“It’s so annoying. “I just want to cum for no reason because of you bitches.”
Because it was that much fun. The behavior of that slave, Mallika, who is constantly trying not to lose her fresh smile. It’s not like fear, it’s loyalty that only a truly touched bitch can show.
“Huh? What are you going to do, you fucking bitch?”
“I’m sorry, please hit me more…”
“Stick out your tongue.”
Even if she is a wandering wanderer, a beautiful woman is bound to be treated generously. It was extremely immoral for a woman who had lived her life being admired by many men to be flattered so blatantly.
According to the duty given to me, I fly.
Her long tongue stuck out like a carpet into her open mouth. She winked, telling me to use this place to shake off the half-smoked cigar. By the time she extinguished the hot embers by rubbing them on the wet snow, she could have screamed in pain, but she didn’t do that at all.
“If it is not a hassle, would you please punish this delicate woman by strangling her neck?”
“Guests are waiting.”
“Hehe, you showed me stupid again…”
When I glanced up at the slave, I felt a burning desire inside. Even though I was a slave that I could play with as much as I wanted, I got along with it. It wasn’t difficult for the Baron to give him a few slaps to kill time.
“I don’t think there are any clothes made of mesh all over the body. “It’s perfect for putting on bitches like you and displaying, with even the breasts and pussy hair clearly visible.”
“One, heh, there is…”
“I’ll go to pick you up right away and get changed. “I think it would be more effective if you, who guided me to the mansion pretending to be a decent maid, showed up dressed like that.”
“What, huh, effect… ?”
“Playing like a brat. Rather, doesn’t our ashtray taste better when slapped in the face than other bitches?”
Mallika thought even as her head jerked away from the harsh slap. She’s only lost one of her scars, but in terms of her off-white appearance, she’s as good as us.
In fact, Rom’s younger and more decorated appearance was an act of ecstatic violence itself.
The moment he met her eyes, he showed off a charm so fatal that it took her breath away. She was imitating a libertine with a more mean and harsh tone than usual, but it seemed impossible to hate her even if she behaved even more vulgarly and did worse things.
“Dear master, you are cooler and more dignified than any pimp I’ve ever seen…”
Even if he looked at it without his own subjective opinion, which had been thoroughly trained, it was enough to make his womb tremble. Because the underwear she was wearing was dripping wet with her love juices, leaving traces of being in heat.
Above all, even the twin sisters, who were tied by a leash to the Baron’s stiff cock, even in a half-erect state, were nodding.
“Oh, I speak really harshly.”
The strong smell of freshly smoked cigarettes permeated the handsome and elegant body of the owner. He looked like a strong and dignified knight of old, but he was a ruthless man with no trace of laughter and slaps on the cheek. Although it was not as much as the desire that the three dancers unconsciously muttered.
‘Ah, you are like a pillar of the West who trusts your face and rips off women. I feel like I buy it for the fun of getting drunk every day and wasting my extra money at the gambling house. It seems like he was just spending the money I worked so hard to earn and then begging me to earn more…’
‘I’m glad I went one step further. If you can’t stand it anymore and pretend to rebel, they beat you until you faint. So, when you even raise your hand, he gets startled and whimpers, saying that he will do whatever he tells you to do, and begging you not to hit him.’
‘How about setting a quota? I worked hard and gave my all, but one day, I was harshly scolded for not doing just a little bit. From now on, it would be a good idea to send people to work at places like Changgwan to replenish the amount by selling their bodies…’
Being miserable means being that much more stimulating. The lives of women who travel through the wasteland ultimately end up there. The desires of the three dancers, who came to regard obedience as a virtue because they had seen it since they were children, were quite twisted.
‘Am I strange, or are the women who flock around me strange?’
It wasn’t something to complain about from a position that was completely in control, but it was what it was. It is said that the strong have the privilege of revealing their weaknesses.
‘Well, there’s a long way to go…’
Anyway, the Baron decided to go out to meet her guest with the three troublemakers.
* * *
As for Justine, the mistress of the mayor of Saint-Buch, Georges Garel, she could be said to be a very rare heroine. Although she was originally a mercenary, she lived through all kinds of dirty situations, which gave her a different set of values than others.
For example, instead of vague and dichotomous values such as good and evil, only honest virtues such as responsibility are revered.
“Justin, this call from the Baron. “He must be giving us some kind of reward for finding us first even though a precious guest has arrived from the center, right?”
“Do you know that, Georges?”
“Huh? “What?”
“If I hadn’t been your lover, she would have taken that head, even if it meant paying her.”
In an industry where survival is all about skill, Justine has constantly proven herself. Even when life’s trials sometimes seemed like they were playing a cruel trick, he never wavered and only moved forward steadfastly, using wisdom and insight as his weapons.
Until I met this man who is my lover today.
“Why are you being so picky again? Are we now vassals of the Ardennes Baron? The mayor is a descendant of the most prosperous nobleman in the kingdom! This time too, you’ll probably be able to secure a solid portion. Then, the ring you said you wanted before…”
“Okay, so just buy those things from Hortense. What I said I wanted were gauntlets forged with magic. Do you know how many assassins came to kill you last week?”
“Oh, I live with the threat of my life from a politician who is as cool and cute as me.”
A person who enjoys his rights to the fullest but is anxious to avoid responsibility. A shameless man who would be sad to be second. How did Hortense fall for such a bastard? No matter how fallen a noble family is, they try to preserve what little power they have left by entering into an arranged marriage with an up-and-coming politician.
“Well, even though you say that, you still love me, right?”
“Illusion is also a fraction.”
A politician who I thought was a coward and a scoundrel drugged my wife’s bodyguard and knocked her out. The persistent and vicious attack made it into a body from which there was no escape.
Justine sighed deeply.
To be honest, I despised it at first, but I’ve come to do it these days.
“Just looking at the look in your eyes when you were sucking my dick with Hortense the other day…”
“Georges, if you go any further, I’m going to feel like I’m really going to want to beat you up, so stop.”
“Hey, you cheeky she-cat. My own fiancé. Your charm, which has thorns like a hedgehog, is not very cheesy, but you are pretty at night… !”
It is not a particularly healthy behavior for a bodyguard to assault the person he or she is supposed to protect. But there was absolutely no other solution for this playboy idiot. Every time he leaves his wife, Hortense, and his mistress, making noises like flowers in both hands, he’s always scolded for making excuses by saying that three is just the right number these days.
“Why are you hitting me, how spicy are your fists…”
“Be a little more alert. The Baron of Ardennes is currently the closest person to the throne of Gaul. Regardless of his actions of loyalty, why don’t minnows like us know that lying down on the ground is not enough? Moreover, you have already been caught in corruption once.”
“But the Baron said it was okay, he understands as a man… !”
This may have been because the Baron was reluctant to see blood. Because it is easier to forgive someone who has committed a crime and accept them as their own person rather than someone who has not committed a crime.
But things have changed.
From the perspective of a powerful family whose power has grown so much that the word ’emerging’ is meaningless, Georges Garel is simply an eyesore. Even his strengthened position as a lord was such that he could easily ignore the opinions of a mayor or his faction.
Justin shook his head.
Isn’t the habit of power always trying to remove a stone that has been rolled down? At that moment, the door to the drawing room that was closed was opened, and that handsome young man appeared, like a man with three beautiful female Manushis.
“I guess I made you wait too long.”
“No, eh… ?”
“Oh, Mayor Garel?”
“Yeah, it’s long…”
“Nice to see you. “This is Romain Dior.”
The Baron, who had given an assumed name without changing his expression, smiled broadly and held out his hand. Georges, who was so nervous that he froze, shook his hand a little too late. Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off the women who were crawling on all fours, perhaps because I was excited or surprised.
‘Dior comes from a famous family, but there was no man named Romain there? Georges, you fucking idiot! I knew it would be like this. So I’m telling you to be careful. The fact that they sent a half-baby half-brother without the Baron showing up means that something is really wrong!’
Fortunately, fortunately, the brilliant Justine’s head couldn’t have spun any faster than that.
“The introduction was very late, right? The Baron was busy so I came instead. He becomes his younger brother. What can I say here? These are the shit houses I use. “One bitch used as an ashtray and two twin cum catchers.”
“Um, yeah…”
It was a perfect takeover. It was clear that little Georges was already overwhelmed.
“Nice to meet you, Master Romain.”
If you keep quiet like this, you will end up hitting the temple. Therefore, Justine’s choice was simple.
“The bastards you have are so pretty.”
“Haha, don’t raise it too high. Because sluts have bad habits.”
Shamelessness becomes shamelessness again!
“Anyway, who is that person?”
She answered with a businesslike smile to the Baron, also known as Romain, who pretended not to know.
“Oh, I’m similar. This bastard is a fucking house.”
“Wow, really? “The mayor is jealous of this.”
“Oh my, you’re so embarrassed.”
It was a conversation from another world.
