Tonight， Your Wife Will Be Mine. 138

Chapter 138 – 13. Bigamy (8)

The chandelier and the radial decoration hanging from the ceiling boasted strange lighting with dozens of magic lanterns plugged in. In the midst of a harmonious mixture of gold, pure silver, and white crystal, the naked female bodies were revealed sensually.

Oriane Lemoang, Jeong-sil, who braided her back hair with careful and sincere care, showed off her elegant off-white color of her, befitting the owner of a platinum crown densely studded with clear jewels. Her flawless white and smooth skin was decorated with earrings and necklaces that contained historical stories and mysteries.

Lucienne Lemoyn, her curly curly hair, was wearing a platinum ornament in the shape of a flower and, like him, a necklace carved out of pearls. She showed off her pure off-white with her painstaking masterpiece, as she gave to her mother her, who became her doe her side by side.

She was indeed a beautiful blonde mother and daughter. Two women, in their pure white bridal gowns, knelt down on her knees in honor of her father-in-law her. Her hand her, in her thin, see-through glove, was brought to the back of her head her, unabashedly revealing her moist, shiny armpits.

In a vulgar and lascivious manner, she dressed like a naked body.

Women’s wedding clothes decorated with handicraft knitting seemed more appropriate to be described as bras and garter belts than dresses. Not wearing a corset, her loose body revealed a healthy slim waist and swollen breasts.

And Orianne, the mother looked at her daughter in front of her, smiling expectantly.

So Lucienne, her daughter her, did her best her, sticking out her tongue her even while her mother was watching.

It was an erotic act of a lovely mother and daughter. What was even more impressive was the adult products on the bed a little further away from them. It was a certificate placed neatly between the crotches of the two courtiers squatting and touching their nipples.

“Today’s ceremony is a big wedding. It is a ceremony of vowing to humbly dedicate everything, including my body, to Baron Romuald Ardennes, who is respected by Orianne and Lucienne, the mother of the Lemoang family.”

Step by step, her concubine maid, who approached with calm steps, waited on her while undressing her master, her husband, her husband her. She began by taking up her overcoat, then the buttons on her jacket, the leather belt, and then her troservants.

“Then, the concubine who officiated the ceremony will proceed despite the disrespect.”

Françoise Ardennes, the maid with her coveted, voluptuous body her, bowed her head, letting her long, glossy straight hair hang down. She politely reached out her hand to help Rom undress, then neatly folded the collected clothes and placed them on a chest of drawers near her.

“Master, please sit comfortably in this chair.”

Then he brought a soft armchair from the corner of her room and said, When Giabi, who showed off her solid body like a statue, sat down, she finally smiled. She tucked her slightly flowing hair behind her ears and brought it together in her mouth.

Side.

I helped him warm up as if he were a concubine, watching his stuff his, which was already stiff and bloody red. As loyal maids do, she lowered herself on her knees, guarding the side of her master, who sat leisurely. And yet she amused herself, whispering her lascivious words in her sweet voice in her.

“How do you like the lewd appearance of mother and daughter from a mother-in-law house that only you can control? Now, Madame Oriane, who was a noble lady, and Lady Lucienne, who was a prickly young lady, will formally greet each other. Even though her pre-installed crystal ball is recording the plaque intact, I am going to fawn like a female, so please enjoy it.”

Françoise grabbed Rome’s arm and gave him a firm massage. He massaged her large breasts to his heart’s content her, while helping her her blood her circulate with gentle acupressure. In the meantime, when her smiling wife and young lady introduced themselves one after another, she blew warm breaths and added calm stimulation.

“Sir, greetings from Orianne Lemoin, your fucking wife.”

“Lucienne Lemoyn, the scandalous and arrogant wife of the family, sends her greetings.”

The most beautiful aristocratic mother and daughter in the northern part of the kingdom showed their submissiveness. She lifted her spirits as she looked at her husband, whom she was to serve, with the glee of a bitch. She waited for her progress, holding on to her lewd posture to the point that even Cortizan hated it.

A big wedding at night contrasted with a daytime wedding.

Naturally, the most important duty for her concubine, who officiated her, was the pleasure of her husband, Rome. She kissed him again with her infatuated face, and Francoise retreated to her back. She introduced her certificate lying on the floor, this time rubbing her shoulder lightly.

“First, it is a property transfer certificate with the Lemoang family’s seal on it.”

Her first amplification was for Oriane. She smirked like a girl and neatly recited the words on the paper that had already been sealed. While constructing the Winter Mansion, the underground harem was basically equipped with a crystal ball for recording.

“Orianer Le Moang, owner of the Le Moang family, who rules over the northern frozen lands of the Kingdom of Gaul, wears by borrowing this position from her. Since the Sabbath of this year’s Sabbath, all the property of this family is to be presented to Romuald, Baron of Ardennes without omission…”

Words once spoken could never be taken back. Because it was all recorded. Nonetheless, Lady Baek here, in her joy, swore to give me everything I owned without condition. She, and her young lady, answered Françoise’s question with a flirtation.

“Miss Lucienne, do you, as her legal heir, promise not to rebel against your mother’s decision?”

“Of course, wealth is a luxury for bitches like us…”

Rom laughed. It was clear from the fact that paper was more expensive than parchment, but the certificate actually had legal effect. Indeed, he had acquired all the assets of the margrave’s family.

“The following is a memorandum of waiver of human rights signed by the madam and the young lady.”

The second amplification was up to Lucienne. Drooling like an idiot because she kept sticking out her tongue, she waited for the paper she had signed in her elegant handwriting and read it obscenely. The image of her young lady, who was poisonous in her past, has become a full-blown bitch, she declared.

“Lucienne Lemoang, the successor of the Lemoang family, who rules the northern frozen land of the kingdom of Gaul, borrows this position and wears. After the Sabbath of this year’s Sabbath, my mother and I will return all human rights to Romuald, Baron Ardennes, and become his property…”

“Madame Oriane, do you, the head of the household, fully agree with and promise to abide by your daughter’s decision?”

“Of course, the significance of our mother and daughter’s existence lies in serving the West…”

It was an unmistakable answer. Then Françoise, who stopped the massage asking for forgiveness from Rome, retrieved his second piece of paper and brought three more. Just like the previous ones, it was two sheets of oath with validity, and a parchment with faded ink no matter how old it was.

“The last one will be explained by the madam and the lady themselves.”

The two females nodded and opened their mouths. Even then, the two of them, who hadn’t shaken the slightest from their initial posture, spoke with great pride.

“Oriane Lemoang, the owner of the Lemoang family, who rules the northern frozen land of the Kingdom of Gaul, borrows this position and declares. After this moment, our mother and daughter will become the bride of Jaji, a wise mother and wife loyal to Romuald, Baron of Ardennes.”

“I promise to give up my human rights, hand over my property, and become a lovable cock-house slave who will do anything for my father’s pleasure for the sake of the West, who gives undeserved glory to my mother and former cock dripper. “

“So, please, won’t you accept the obedience of a mother-daughter from a mother-daughter just for you… ?”

It was a satisfying courtship. To be honest, I was also curious about the two females who were frantically whirling their words around. However, Orianne and Lucienne had prepared so thoroughly that it was hard to believe that they were women of high status.

It’s still a great typeface, but it’s a slightly crooked oath.

“Yes, as you might guess, that’s the handwriting the lady used there.”

A record of body parts written in more detail than a list of government offices.

“This is the content that the lady herself attached. From the height and weight of the two of you, to the areola and nipple diameter, the length in the vagina, and various tendencies and weaknesses, you wrote meticulously.”

Three types of seals that prove that the two-part oath was actually made in one copy.

“The ones printed in pink belong to the lady. The one printed in purple belongs to the madam.”

A total of six body seals.

“In turn, lips, thumb, and pussy.”

Having saved all the papers, Rome handed them over to Françoise. At the same time, he looked at the parchment, which had a dark sense of isolation, and asked with a tilt. It was because I couldn’t figure out what the purpose of offering something that was obviously worn out was 10 years old.

“The parchment?”

“It is a document proving that the 9th Marquess of Lemoang Tundra and Oriane, the daughter of Aquitaine, were married.”

The existence of the parchment, which the wife arbitrarily added, was no better than a piece of paper to the four of us here. Nevertheless, Orianne, who had blossomed her lewd nature of her, revealed the reason why she dared to show off her old antiques of her.

“It has only useless phrases written on it, but it is still a luxurious material of parchment.”

As a mother, side by side with her daughter, she presents a superb view of a female body that all men would dream of.

“Please use it as today’s mop to collect the seed of Seobang-nim’s precious cum, which is too wasteful to dare to drop it on the floor…”

The mother and daughter squatted down with her voluptuous breasts against each other, giggling.

“Then, Mr. Rom?”

“My dear West.”

She spoke, exposing her slippery, wet armpits.

“Today, too, my mother and daughter will serve you with her love her…”

With respect.