Chapter 140 – 13. Big Wedding (Complete)
Early at night, while receiving Françoise’s massage while leaning on her back Her, Rome closed his eyes. While feeling the comfort of her hand tapping her on the shoulder her, I was internally upset by the noise that lingered in my ears. Burned with jealousy, she decided to stop punishing her mother and daughter for not being able to stop fighting.
“How can there be such a spoiled daughter?”
“Ha, better than an incurable mother!”
Of course, Orianne and Lucienne, who were raising their voices, did not know about his decision. That’s why I missed the scene of the concubine quietly beckoning to bring tools scattered across the bed.
“Here you are, master.”
The time has come. Opening her closed eyes, Rome glanced at Françoise, who had returned behind her, and held out her hand. She was handed a model of her genitals she was holding, examined it, and flicked her bean in admiration for her lifelike detail of her.
The great mystic of the frozen land lightly grasped the toy that unified the senses.
“Hick… !”
Then Oriane, who had been frowning at her until just now, suddenly threw her head back and made her tremble. A model with almost the same structure from the number of pubic hairs to each inner wrinkle, and the feeling conveyed by the mysterious tool reached its climax.
“Kyaaaaa… !”
Squeaky.
“Whoops, whoops… !”
Squeaky.
“Ah, it’s the West…”
I don’t know what kind of artificial flower the wet thing was, but it was dripping with love juice as if the person in question was doing it. And Rom, who was amused by it, continued to poke his toy with his fingers several more times. He was unable to face the pleasure he felt was right and eventually received an apology from Oriane, who admitted his wrongdoing her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Yeah, the bitch was being cheeky…”
Next it was the young lady’s turn. Lucienne, who was watching her lightly, felt unfair, and she tried to protest. Either that or not, her baron her, who had been handed over the rest of her toys by her maid who had been waiting for her orders her all along, did not look down on them and teased them, but she said.
“Now, wait a minute… !”
Squeaky.
“Aww, I’m sorry… !”
Squeaky.
“Ooooo…” … !”
The cramped, dense wrinkles bit his fingers and wouldn’t let them go. Like when he was really stabbed, his inner flesh clung to him and then fell off. Even so, the persistent play with hands showed no signs of ending. Because the baron, taking into consideration the venomous young lady’s disposition, persistently touched only her weak points for about a minute.
“Whoop, hot, heuang… !”
Lucienne moaned in her excited voice and soon reached a climax. After she was narrowly released, she became more compliant. It was a delightful sight for her to behave so calmly as she was stricken by the objects she had made.
“It’s fine to argue over me, but don’t cross the line.”
Having returned her toy to Françoise, he asked her to bring something. A stick the size of a thumb, a tree ring was a fancy cosmetic. It was a solid dye called lipstick in the island nation of Britannia, and rouge in Gaul.
“Let it be like this.”
The baron’s harem, and the women belonging to him, are so dazzling that they don’t even need makeup. Just look at Oriane, who is a wastewater flower, and Lucienne, who is considered the winter stone of the north. Furthermore, what about Françoise, who has a face and body that is second to none of those two?
In short, it was self-evident what Rouge, the cosmetic Rouge had taken out, was for.
What difference would it make if you added color and texture to lips that were already sufficiently soft and fine? It doesn’t become more beautiful, it just becomes more beautiful. The girls who were about to have a big wedding knew that, so they focused on costumes rather than makeup.
“Oriane, come here.”
The baron, who called her by name, touched her slender chin. Among the three types of rouge, he opened the lid of the purple color and carefully and meticulously painted the female lips of hers.
“Next, Lucienne.”
The darker the color of rouge, the more bizarre the atmosphere. In the same context, it was the pinnacle of decadent beauty in terms of pitch black. Therefore, Rom, who thought it was the perfect color for a young lady of Angkaljin, grabbed her chin as well.
And she applied it with great effort.
The mother and daughter responded to her call even before the afterglow of the climax of her previous experience was gone, and the mother and daughter looked pretty pitiful. In the midst of this, it felt quite immoral to see her face obediently exposed and painted at her husband’s order her.
“Francoise, you too.”
“Ah, me too… ?”
“Okay, just like before, go between the two and kneel.”
The maid, who opened her eyes wide in surprise, squirmed. Sitting between his wife and the young lady, who was in a bloody atmosphere, he accepted the baron’s hand holding the red rouge. Even so, her red lips were decorated with a bright crimson like a passionately blooming rose.
“Listen, everyone.”
Even in Rome’s taste, which is rarely covered, there was a particular preference. He loved to see his females serving with their mouths. As he confessed while exchanging lewd novels with his wife in his previous life, he was excited about the act of dedicating the noblest body parts to a humble and unclean place.
“The order is Oriane, Lucienne, and Françoise.”
“Ah, excellent…”
“Where is that!”
The beautiful mother and daughter showed conflicting reactions. He was a man who could knock himself out again and again with the flick of a finger, but he couldn’t seem to give up the chance to be chosen as the wife of a monumental bigamy.
“Calm down and listen to the end. It’s not that I’m going to commit it right away.”
Oriane tilted her head. Lucienne put on a blunt expression. Françoise quietly blinked her eyes. From the right, purple, black, and red lips moved in turn.
“I will set the rules, so you have to compete with them and decide the order.”
The thing that had been erected earlier was dyed dark red because of it and jerked. Grabbing the stump, Rome gently touched the noble lady’s cheek with it. Perhaps because it was so large and heavy, it swayed like a thick whip and whipped Oriane.
“Look, do you want to keep fighting after these famous assholes have made Seo Bang-sama look like this?”
“Ugh, I have no face…”
“If you understand, set an example as an elder. Just don’t show off as a cock-obsessed slut.”
Oriane, who swallowed her drool before she knew it, accepted the insult and opened her mouth. In a kneeling position, he politely put both hands on his lower stomach her and, as always, made a pretty heart shape to show his courtesy her.
“How can it be that a stupid bitch who does n’t even know the subject has to be upset even more to come to his senses her. I am just admiring Seobang-nim’s heart, who is still a wife and treats me kindly.”
“I understand that you agree. Even if I don’t, I will do as I please.”
“Of course, we are the daughters of the West…”
Tilt the object she was holding to the left, and there, like her mother, Rom stabbed the soft young girl in the cheek. Unlike Oriane, who likes to be rough and rough, she faced it in a way befitting a woman who liked a persistent and shady way.
“If you’re a bitch, sniff like a bitch.”
“Kuhh, huh…”
“Yeah, you just have to be absorbed in masturbation while chewing and drooling like that. Even if we don’t have to fight, today is our day. Same with tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. The future given will be happy at any time. Besides So don’t fret, because of your sorcery, the senses are also shared in real time.”
“Even so, but… !”
“Who told you to open your mouth? Just one more word and I’ll tie you up in the right place and harass you until you go crazy, so stay quiet. It is possible to make the method that you used to educate Françoise in the past into a child’s play.”
“Oops, yes…”
The young lady’s eyes widened as soon as she met Rom, as if she had met her nemesis. It was because I guessed from the cold and low-key baron’s upbringing that he already saw me and other females as his subordinate possessions, and that he was in a very unpleasant state because he couldn’t relieve his boiling desire.
“Francoise?”
“Yes, master.”
“Tell me once. Why did I paint your lips?”
The maid, with straight hair that was much longer than her sitting height, nodded her head cautiously. In the past, she had worked hard to please the lady next to me, so it was easy to figure out her intentions.
“I understood that you were trying to stir up excitement with our mouthpiece first.”
“How do you decide the order?”
“It’s a variety of Rouge. It doesn’t melt well, but considering the fact that it leaves marks even if you lightly touch it, I think the adult’s stuff is probably the standard. If bitches really want to fight, do it through service.”
“Excellent.”
That was the perfect answer. Rom stroked Françoise’s head and praised him. Her neatly combed hair, though somewhat tousled, her concubine nonetheless smiled at, taking it as an honor.
“Are you Orian, Lucienne?”
“Yes, are you saying that we should compete to see which cockhouse can serve West’s dick more deeply?”
“Understood. Unlike my mother, who only believes in her smooth appearance, I’m quite clever. You mean, the bitch who leaves Rouge marks in the deepest part while offering you mouth and neck pussy gets the honor?”
Her twinkle, her wife who glared fiercely at her daughter, straightened her disheveled appearance.
“It was right.”
The baron, who answered briefly yes, leaned comfortably back on the backrest, and then he pushed the young lady who was kneeling next to her and intervened.
“Rom? Then, as you have decided, I, Oriane, your wife, will make you feel better first.”
Furthermore, she sent her unspoken warning to stay away from her rivalry and even to her distant maid. She immediately changed to Ron, and in a soft voice she whispered to Rome. Regardless of her wives and concubines, they occupied the place between the legs of the baron, who was the most important person to them.
‘Is this really going to come out like this?’
‘Seobangnim’s first wife is her mother, and you still lack a lot.’
‘Even if it’s a mistress, a lady, or a concubine, Seung-eun wants to wear it… !’
And again, in an instant, starting with the competitive spirit from the eyes of the three women.
‘Then it’s a win… !’
‘Who will hold the West’s dick the deepest… !’
‘Of course it is me… !’
The big wedding night was set on fire.
‘No, it’s me!’
‘It’s my mother!’
The fun starts now.
