Chapter 185 – 18. Henrietta of Deviation (5)
According to the theology of the Pentagram School, which has a long tradition in the Western Continent, there are three types of people with magic power sensors in this world. Although the group is known for their extreme mage-first tendencies, such an analysis was certainly worth accepting.
The sorcerer, who sought conceptual truth, the alchemist, who sought material eternity, and the mystic, who sought esoteric wisdom, were the degrees, they said.
Of course, in the wide world, there are many other professions that deal with magical powers. There are spirit sorcerers that can be found wherever nature is imbued with spirits, sorcerers whose nature should not be recklessly defined, and even sorcerers who are regarded as priests of religion in the eastern continent.
What about the necromancer who refused even death and pursued superhumanism?
Although it is known that the lineage has now been cut off, anyway, unlike other occupational groups, they have a unique, albeit heterogeneous, culture. Still, why does the current trend of the western continent, starting with the Pentagram School, recognize only three occupations?
‘It’s simple, because historically, only those three have helped the ruling class maintain their power.’
For the most part, wizards who don’t care too much about mundane things are suitable for use as tools. Instead of moderately supporting their research, you can borrow powerful power. For seekers whose purpose is to win the concept of truth, authority is not of interest.
The same goes for the alchemist who affirms desire. It is because their job her is to create higher value through the reorganization of materials. Those who, by their nature, were like those in power, so they shared the cause of eternity and immortality. They survived by exchanging the secret of longevity for a comfortable environment.
Mystics, who can glimpse the mysterious future, have similar strands. Isn’t that a comforting presence to a family with a lot of possessions and even greater fear? Ichi dealt with unexplained phenomena and assisted everyone from those who were curious about the weather tomorrow morning to those who wanted to be sure of their choices.
That’s how I was able to get to today.
‘I, too, as a member of the species, admit that humans are both beautiful and ugly creatures. Because based on the desire based on survival, each person lives chasing their dreams or ideals. That’s probably why other occupations didn’t prosper in the West Continent.’
Spirit is the so-called great will of nature. Elementalists who follow eco-friendly standards as an iron rule do not flatter those in power even because of their tendency. So, I got on the road. The sorcerer, who cannot even predict where he will bounce, and the sorcerer, who can threaten the legitimacy of the rule based on faith, are in the same context.
‘In the first place, Taoism in the Far East was rarely spread, and our occult studies and identities overlapped a lot.’
What is a necromancer to say that rejects the greatest irrationality, such as the end of life? Thinkers who discuss equality are long-time enemies of the possessors and the ruling class. So, the reason why the above-mentioned keynote settled in the domain of the Celestial Church, including Gaul, is as follows.
To prevent the fall of an exploitative feudal society.
‘The Pentagram School is trash. It’s because they’ve already degenerated into a social gathering for wizards in the Western Continent. All of the recent claims are just repeating what failed in the past. But I still strongly agree on one point.’
The occultist survived by dispelling fear and bringing comfort to those who held power. In other words, they are also the masters of psychology. Moreover, unlike the third-rate, which is not an area of expertise and is often overlooked, Lucienne Lemoang is first-rate.
The best mystic in the frozen land was a woman capable of brainwashing anyone without using any tools or magical powers. It’s just that she didn’t feel the need to put up with it because it took a long time or required a lot of effort.
‘A bitch as badass as this should put her heart and soul into it. Induce only the nature to bloom without destroying it, so that it tastes good…’
Henrietta, who lay comfortably on her soft bed and closed her eyes, was still silent. She foolishly waited for the next procedure, not knowing in her dreams that her nephew, who would never let go of a female caught in her hands, would give her all.
‘Where, then, would you like to make a masterpiece for my husband?’
The lady of the Marquis has strict aesthetics. Just because the face and body are flat doesn’t make it a favorite material. It is basic that the appearance is worth looking at, and it is valuable only when other factors are satisfied.
The nine dancer slaves had no such value. That was the reason why the beautiful group of Assassins of the Seokhwadan were treated less than cattle.
But in the Eastern Spring, Henrietta LeBlanc’s case was different.
If Oriane, her sister, was an abolished sign language, she was a high school student. She was an outstanding beauty to the point of making people of the opposite sex or the same sex look back at her. In addition, her lofty pride and her reputation built up from the bottom were undoubtedly the best.
“Continue to close her eyes and focus, Auntie.”
Lucienne had placed all the silver candlesticks with scented candles in the four corners under the bed. She lit it right away and let the smell soak into the blanket and mattress. She added the same ingredients as the previous cream and arranged it so that I became addicted to it without even knowing it.
“To make hors d’oeuvre, tickle her arms with a brush dipped in purified peppermint extract.”
“Are you using mint to fit the tone of a cold appetizer?”
“Right. The blood vessels under the skin that this brush strokes cool down within a line that is not harmful to the body. And you can see where the blood flow is not smooth.”
Inside well-baked pottery, hold a brush made from weasel tail hair.
“It’s a bit chilly, so please be careful.”
“Ah, yes…”
Start with your fingertips after soaking in the extract that gives off a warm feeling.
“According to the old sages, when you want to know someone’s night, look to see if their nails are manicured. Aunt Henrietta is pretty and unkempt everywhere from head to toe, so I don’t even have to look at her.”
“Even the intellect of an era sometimes leaves such mean words. It seems like a joke that would be best kept away from formal occasions.”
“Why? I think it’s cool. It means that even at night instead of day, she always takes care of herself.”
“Huh, if that’s what it means, of course it would, but…”
To the right of the Duchess, Lucienne smirked as she began to play with her brush. It was because the expectation that she would accept it without much resentment if it was a low-level joke. She went one step further and misused even that, and her acting made Henrietta chew on how innocent her real niece was.
“Oh, this is a secret. Mom is also more enthusiastic about self-management these days. She probably doesn’t want to look disheveled because of her stepdad. From what I’ve seen, she’s beautiful even without makeup, but her hands shouldn’t be rough.”
“Oriane?”
“Yes, I asked why, and she said it was important between her husband and wife.”
Her cold aura ran through her skin. Meanwhile, the tip of her young lady’s brush drew geometric patterns on her soft skin. With the mystery activated in this way, a subtle magical power flowed through the central nervous system of the Duchess.
“It is said that it takes a lot of preparation to shake hands with the will of friendship. Some people find it difficult to hold it with both hands, but my stepdad says it is. Thanks to that, it is difficult every day, but it is worth it.”
“That, so… ?”
“It’s like a mystery. You get angry at me for explaining it so that you can understand it, so you will understand what I mean when you grow up laughing. Is it not enough to eat more than twenty?”
Unexpectedly, feeling her face her turn red, Henrietta cleared her throat. It was because the conversation with Lucienne reminded me of my younger brother intermingling with Baron Ardennes. It’s not that it’s not, it was a remark made to entice that imagination.
‘Closing your eyes makes your hearing more sensitive.’
‘It’s hard to catch it with both hands, it’s not that big…’
‘It’s no use trying not to think of it. Because in the dark, the image becomes clearer.’
‘Even though this is Orianne’s second arranged marriage, is she intermingling with the baron? She must have had no man who would not be enamored with the child’s beauty, but why? Was she actually married for love? Did she spend every night falling for her young, incomparable partner her?
Just in time, smoke with the strong scent of her scented candles filled her room. It was very intense, befitting a thing made by mixing armfuls of cum in a bowl with melted beeswax. Even the man who guided Henrietta down the path of her fall her, holding her paintbrush her, was wet between her crotches her.
‘Haa, the smell of Rom’s cock…’
Lucienne, slightly disturbing her breathing her, pressed her lower belly gently with her hand her, which did not hold her paintbrush her. She took off her clothes right away and knelt down on her knees, barely holding back her urge to masturbate. She wanted to realize that she was a woman who could n’t help but trample on her angular personality and pride her, but she endured it.
‘I should have lightened the concentration a bit. I’m addicted now and can’t concentrate.’
Paradoxically, however, my reaction was proof that it would be the same when Henrietta fell. The young lady, who was very satisfied with it, put down her brush, having achieved her desired goal her. Due to her slightly complicated structure her, her mystery her, which had to draw her gin, caused some interference with the body of the Duchess.
“It smells pretty strong…”
“Are you uncomfortable? The hors d’oeuvres are over, but I’ll clean her arms of her.”
“Thank you, I like everything so I don’t have to worry…”
“That’s fortunate. I’ll make sure to engrave it on my duvet and pillow so that I can keep smelling it during my stay.”
The body distorts and the mind dominates. Without Romuald Ardennes, even masturbation makes the body unsatisfactory. It engraves deep into his bones without even the person concerned knowing that what he violates is the supreme pleasure.
‘Yeah, make sure to engrave it.’
And the ritual is hinted at. As a frustrated person, you will continue to have the same problems unless you accept that you are. If you don’t boldly throw off the restraints of social status, you might be irreversible.
‘I’ll make you drool all the way up and down if you just smell the cock.’
So soon.
‘You are now our West’s cum slave, bitch.’
Utilized the mysteries of sensory deprivation.
