Chapter 186 – 18. Henrietta of Deviation (6)
In the eastern spring, Haute Cuisine continues to capture the beautiful Duchess.
“Can you guess what’s next after the hors d’oeuvre?”
“Oh, you want to test my etiquette?”
“Please. That Aunt Henrietta is called the queen of society is a fact I know, even in a rural corner of the North. She’s just a little trick to provide entertainment.”
So Lucienne Le Moin reached her hand over her chest of drawers. She brought and rustled the items she had earlier wrung out of baskets woven from tree trunks. It was a round candy that was carefully packaged in thinly processed pure silver paper.
“Seeing that there is no Amuse Bouche, I wonder if it is a copy of the trend of the present day, which focuses on practicality while maintaining formality. So, next would be soup or an entree before the main course.”
“Answer! I prepared milk jelly from Britannia, which you said you would like to taste earlier, as a snack.”
The mystery of sensory deprivation is omnidirectional. If skillful control of magical power is possible, it shows a superior effect than anesthesia accompanied by opium in a specific area. Not to mention, if the best mystic in the frozen land deals with it.
“The soup is an egg candy made from semi-drying. If you put a lot of rich milk in your mouth and roll it, you will feel the texture as if you were really eating it.”
The sinister corners of his lips kept twitching. Candy made by mixing only a little sugar with the baron’s cum, so anyone who tastes it will know it’s strange. Just like the young lady did in the past. Of course, I didn’t take it seriously at the time because I was so preoccupied with attacking my mother.
‘A bitch who doesn’t know the subject yet doesn’t know how ecstatic this tastes. But no matter how much it is, bitches who have to fawn naked at my husband’s feet, don’t know that the West’s cum is precious.’
It was the mystery of sensory block that played an active role in that passage. Lucienne lined her candies in tinfoil and served them to her Duchess. I brought it to those beautiful lips that were as red as cherry but felt thin at times, and pushed it gently.
“Hum…”
“You can’t break it and eat it. It’ll kill the flavor, and there’s a saying in Britannia that it’s considered very uncultured.”
Henrietta nodded. I didn’t even dream that the candy in my mouth was the baron’s cheap cum. Yes, it had to be, because his sense of smell had already become dull because he was accustomed to the scent of incense.
‘Puhu, let’s see this bitch sucking on the side deliciously.’
It was not unreasonable to mistake what I put on my tongue for being odorless.
‘What do you think? Seobangnim’s cum candy is fucking delicious, right?’
The delicate magical movement selectively blocked the forehead. Thus, the female who tasted it for the first time made the slightly unfamiliar jism juice feel completely sweet. The hostess of the eastern duchy and a woman who would be second to none would be sad if he were noble, and made her tongue play over her parched lips.
‘Even your mother, who pretends to care so much, likes it, so I’d recommend eating it while kissing later. Help my sister get entangled like a slut while the other bitches suck my husband’s cock.’
The melted candy became, as they say, a sticky cum that clung to the Duchess’s mouth. Henrietta LeBlanc had lost her fidelity to her husband without even realizing it. Still, according to the dinner planned by the Marquis Marquis, it wasn’t even the main dish yet.
“Entre is my little nephew’s chiropractor!”
Being able to block the senses means that distortion and delay are also possible. Lucienne, who had already put her prey’s psychology under control, pursed her lips. Without making a sound, he casts spells one after another with just his mouth.
‘Mystery, the two arms that have become souls in this body that have escaped the division between the spirit and the body.’
A pair of arms appeared with blue magical energy.
‘The power to gain insight into all things, like looking into the quiet water and the world in a mirror.’
What came into sight afterward was the letters, none other than the Duchess’s true intentions.
‘Like the water flowing in a waterfall on a cliff, it has fresh, strong, and unstoppable energy.’
Also, good luck along with blessings in case of an emergency.
‘An hourglass that is endlessly overturned and a momentary time that stretches like an unstoppable pendulum.”
Lastly, even if you have learned third-class magic or alchemy, you will be surprised by the distortion of space and time, wondering if you are using that formidable ability only for something like this.
The preparations are over.
Finally, Lucienne Lemoyn came into action. In the room where her time began to flow dozens of times slower than usual, she extended her magical hand to Henrietta, who was not even aware of it.
“Her shoulders are bundled up a lot.”
“Yeah, but look.”
The arms on her body pressed against her well-to-do shoulders, breaking her alertness. The arms floating in the air strongly pressed the abdomen where the womb was located to induce climax. Even then, her nerves were temporarily shut off, making her body unaware of the pleasure she was experiencing.
‘Ah, I developed it, but it’s a terrible thing.’
A blockage of nerves is a distortion. The delay in such sensory transmission puts off the five senses that the person with the body should feel. You can also say save.
The space-time ratio that Lucienne distorted was approximately one hour per second.
There were still several hours left until the evening banquet was to be held. In short, Henrietta’s body was to be tamed with an efficiency equivalent to 150 days per hour. It meant that her consciousness would be completely captured in just three or four hours.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you go. If you’ve eaten all the candy, would you like some more?”
“Are you okay? When I eat it, it sticks to her mouth and has a strange addiction.”
“I’m giving it to my aunt, not to anyone else, so what’s not to do?”
The mysteries of coordinating time and space are no exception to things. What about bedding that has been smelled for at least a year, as if it were smoked on a scented candle made with the baron’s cum? What if you only took a few candies and the taste gets more familiar than having his cock in your mouth all day?
The conquest of smell and taste is over.
Henrietta LeBlanc, with her wine-colored hair and impressive apatite eyes, is no more than a bitch addicted to my husband’s cum today. In addition, the womb that was stimulated by being pressed with telekinetic power beyond her skin would be more sensitive than a prostitute who was immersed in masturbation all year round.
‘He’s such a good boy…’
The thoughts of the duchess with a hearty smile came to mind in words. Even though she was a young lady who had trained her body into a fully developed female without a single magical imprint, she didn’t notice that fact, so she just felt admirable.
‘I’m jealous of Oriane. She gave birth to a true daughter like this.’
‘Ugh, this bitch’s nipples must be really crazy.’
‘If I had been on good terms with Arno, she would have had children.’
‘Honestly, you should be thankful for Rom. Where else in the world could there be such an admirable wife?’
Either way, Lucienne did her part. She focused on her training, barely suppressing her desire to insist that her big breasts should be massaged so that her breasts wouldn’t get sore from time to time. With the determination to yield the most delicious part to my husband.
‘I’m going to masturbate unconditionally after it’s over. It’s a banquet, it’s naked, and you have to stick it all day with a penis model that looks just like the West’s cock. I can’t stand it any longer. How the hell am I supposed to endure it with such an ugly bitch in front of me?’
‘Depressed. What on earth am I to him that is worse than Kenna?’
‘Haa, besides, the smell of cum makes me salivate. Even so, like an elixir, his entire body has become the essence of magical power. Anyone who has tasted it once will never get out of it. So don’t reside your aunt too much. I just lightly pushed him on the back.’
Appetizers were finished with hors d’oeuvre and soup followed by entrees. The main course to be presented next was roughly named, saying that each type massages a specific part with a special tool, and then moved on.
‘No, such negative thoughts are not going to help me in my life at all. I need to get it completely out of my head. There should be nothing to associate with.’
‘I should also call Bijou. It’s been a while since the two of us have to play together. After Rom went on an expedition, he was upbeat, so they spend the time affectionately chewing each other while creating a romantic atmosphere. While sharing dirty jokes and discussing what kind of service to satisfy him next.’
In the first place, the main dish was not my part in the true intention of Lucienne’s Haute Cuisine.
‘In this cruel world, the moment you show weakness is the moment you get trampled on. Now, first of all, you have to protect what you have in your hands. I’m sorry Oriane, but if this land succeeds in pioneering the snowfield trade route, our eastern political position will be too precarious.’
‘Okay. Our Bijou also has a surprisingly cunning side, so he might think of a good way. Besides, what kind of seasoning would be needed to make the close relationship between mother and daughter as sisters, which we have always dreamed of.’
‘He is right. Baron Ardennes poses a great threat to our family. Besides, I can’t say that I’m a good match for Orianne’s spouse. What I need to do right now is to pursue his scandal and catch his weakness, or sabotage his trade routes to fail.’
The process in which her husband her, whom she loved most, Rom, enjoyed eating her mother’s older sister and subdued her at her feet her, was the main course she arranged.
‘But this crazy bitch does n’t even know all of her thoughts are showing, and she keeps turning on nonsense.’
‘Maybe it’s a little early, but it’s necessary to look for candidates for her sister’s new groom in advance.’
‘It sucks. Find your husband’s new wife. Because sooner or later you’ll be the winner of Rom’s Fucking House.’
‘Anyway, I’m glad. It feels like his brain has been refreshed thanks to this cute guy’s heart.’
‘Puhaha, it’s not like that, it’s just that the taste is going away.’
The evil mystic scholar’s young ae was like that.
‘Thank you, Lucienne.’
‘Auntie, you know how grateful you are, right? Please serve me diligently later.’
The course for flawless conquest.
“The massage is over!”
“You did a great job, my nephew.”
“Yes!”
The appetizer would have been more than enough to please.
