Tonight， Your Wife Will Be Mine. 193

Chapter 193 – 19. Henrietta of Kyoyo (3)

Henrietta’s frustration is not a recent thing. When she was first married to the duke, she mingled with her a few times, but that’s all. It’s not that different now, but the Duchess back then was a stiff enough person to regard all sexual acts as unclean.

Sexual intercourse must take place only in the dark. The position should only be done in the normal position. Even then, pleasure should not be obtained, and it should be repeated only to produce offspring under a godly mindset. If not, it should be regarded as a sin.

“It has been miserably stretched out. Maybe she’s just pretending.”

At her orgies her, she was dazed and her drunken Duchess laughed at her Baron, who fell with his face her buried in her table her. As she continued her fight with Marguerite, who grew at having insulted her brother, she somehow felt her body her heat up and she was perplexed.

“Sister, are you tired?”

I remembered clearly that Oriane, who had been blinking in the jewel-like beauty of the wall, looked at her worried eyes. Unlike her baron her, who frivolously stretched out for a few drinks, her lovely brother her maintained her dignity her as a lady despite repeated drinking.

“Eat slowly like that…”

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

As she gulped down the glass of water her sister had handed her to calm her stomach, a sweet taste wafted from her lips. When she was massaged by her before her, she smelled of the exotic scent she had smelled. I did n’t even think that the reason was because of the baron’s belongings her under her table her, and the young lady who secretly began to unblock my senses.

“You’re a bit tired, I’ll go in and sleep…” …”

“See you tomorrow, sister.”

“Hello Auntie!”

The socialite queen isn’t an asshole who only puts her ego ahead. Henrietta, who attributed the fever to drunkenness, stood up from her seat her, enduring Marguerite’s subtle mockery of her. The duke who served me at her entrance took her lady-in-waiting and went back to her guest room to help her undress.

She stroked her flushed cheeks in front of the mirror and chose a loose-fitting chemise dress as her nightgown. She replied that the smell in her room her had changed from before, and that it was because she sprinkled her scented candles on her lady-in-waiting her, who was talking to her, and lay down on her bed her.

She had her attendant turn off the light and go out, cover her with a blanket, and put her to sleep. She groaned softly, hoping that this night and her body her, which was struggling with some kind of bad fever, would pass. He sighed deeply, thinking of the duke with whom she had become distant and Kenna, the woman he was having an affair with.

And after some time

Whether it was sleep or a dream, Henrietta unconsciously rubbed her thighs. As she ran her slender fingers between her legs her, she struggled to contain her itch her. As the Duchess, who had never masturbated in her entire life, she thought she couldn’t do anything wrong.

“Oh…”

Coincidentally, the thick scent of a certain male of hers, which she considered fragrant, penetrated deep into her brain her. The scented candles that were already scattered throughout her room and the Lady Baek’s handicrafts were in harmony, setting her body into heat. Her inexhaustible ecstasy made her fidget.

‘My body, why…’

Before long, the Duchess’ seomseom jade headed under her loose nightgown. She tried to soothe her anxious heart her by stroking the inverted triangle pubic hair that grew in detail and neatly. When that did n’t work out, she mobilized one by one the sexual knowledge she had learned her as her aristocrat.

I heard that the count of someone said that he was good at night work.

It is said that an actress possessed her high-ranking nobles her with such enchanting use of her mouth and her hands her.

When a clown actor in a certain theater company removes his makeup, he is very dignified, so many wives often visit him.

There were certainly many such aristocrats in Central and Eastern society. There were a lot of people who pretended to be noble on the outside but were busy doing all kinds of promiscuous things behind the scenes. The more so, Henrietta, as her lofty duchess her, took care of her manners her so as not to dare to become involved in such a scandal, but she did.

At least now, each and every conversation I had with them was something to soothe my body.

‘The woman men like is also sensual…’

‘I heard that a turtle called her a glans because it looked like her head her. When the back part is erect, there is a part that hurts like a belt, but focus on that place…’

‘She didn’t really feel it, but there are some people who deliberately moan for the sake of their relationship.’

‘She says she can’t deny anything if it’s really pleasurable. She just has no choice but to accept it irresponsibly…’

He gently stroked her clitoris, carefully skimming the water that formed in the crack. She crouched down, enjoying a chilling sensation as if a light touch had sent an electric current down her spine. In her fidgety mood, she bit her thumb with her front teeth and nibbled the drink with the rest of her hand.

Soon, cracking.

She started masturbating, which I didn’t even do in my bedroom in the Eastern Duchy. I didn’t even know it was the smell of the baron’s cum, so I put my nose in the pillow and sniffed to soothe myself. After her wedding a long time ago, she gradually awakened the passionate bodies of Madame Henrietta and LeBlanc, who had only had intercourse with the duke a few times.

What a noble lady needs is someone who can fill a corner of her heart.

A lover who will share secrets that are not as obtrusive as love, but as virtuous as lust.

A one-night stand soon.

What came to mind was the face of Romuald, Baron of Ardennes, the invincible knight of Lumiere with scars all over his face. I didn’t know why I had associated him with masturbation for the first time in my life, but I didn’t feel bad. He looked like a bully and a rogue, and his smooth, well-built body was so handsome that it was clearly recognizable even from the top of his suit.

“Heheh, whoops…”

Squeaking, Henrietta, who raised her index finger and then her middle finger her, carefully inserted and removed her vagina her. It’s been a while since she accepted something, so she giggled excitedly, feeling the creases in her vagina and clinging to her.

“It feels good, it feels good…”

With a creak, the level of deviation gradually increased. He seemed to be content with moving his two fingers slowly and sweetly, then sped up. Finally, he tapped his clitoris with his thumb her. Her hands her, chewing on her teeth her, pushed her pillow deeper into her face her before she took a deep breath.

“Sniff, keuhueung…”

Noisily, pleasure came quickly. As if someone had pricked my back with a needle, my back her was bent back on its own. There, her hands did not stop, and the juice flowed like incontinence. I was supposed to comfort her a little by covering her with the blanket and touching her lightly, but in the end, I ended up dirtying her bed.

“… Not enough.”

It would be a lie if I said the wet blanket wasn’t pleasant. But a greater sense of liberation allowed Henrietta to regain her long-forgotten femininity in her. At the same time, she felt guilty that she had thrown off the dignity of a duchess and acted like a vulgar bitch, but it was fleeting.

More, a little more.

I want to feel good as far as I can go.

So, the Duchess’ masturbation that lasted for a couple of hours began. She didn’t even dream of the smell I was smelling, and she assumed it was just drunkenness and deliriousness. Then, after throwing the blanket soaked in her love juice on the floor, he caressed her body in the cold air.

He licked his lips, remembering the handsome man’s face.

Lust for her dignified man’s collarbone her, he gripped her breasts himself.

He chewed on himself, thinking of the big penis he had only indirectly experienced through books and rumors.

Furthermore, even though that was not enough, I got out of bed thinking that this was not the case. Glancing at the corner of the desk, he took a pillow, padded it softly, matched the cracks on it, and rubbed it gently. The pillow covered the sharp edge, delighting in the blunt sensation, and soon he bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Maybe it was around the time he enjoyed his climax her more than eight times that he came back to his senses his. Henrietta, who finally regained her reason, looked around her room her. Like an animal, she salivated from her upper and lower mouths and looked around the bed, which was not turbulent on the wet pillow and blanket.

“Eww, I can’t…”

My ladies-in-waiting brought from the East have heavy mouths. They weren’t going to spread rumors, and they wouldn’t think that the Duchess I was serving would have gasped like a bitch just because they saw this scene. However, this is my brother’s territory, the Northern Margrave.

Feeling insecure, Henrietta tried to hide her infidelity her, like a child drawing a map on a blanket. She scooped up water in a small bowl from the ensuite bathroom and scattered it around. She collected the scattered bedding and poured water over it again to wet it, as if she were a drunken stumbler.

“Is anyone out there?”

After that, I adjusted her clothes and blew the beeper on the chest of drawers by the bed. When the lady-in-waiting of the duchy, who was on duty at my call, knocked on her door her, she greeted me with a calm face and pointed to her room her.

“What are you doing, madam?”

“Drunk and tripped her.”

“Ah, are you hurt anywhere? …”

“It’s okay.”

The lady-in-waiting glanced at her messy interior her and checked the Duchess’ condition of her. It was proof that loyalty was extremely low. And Henrietta, who gained her confidence thanks to the attitude of the employee, pretended to be calm and said,

“I don’t think I can sleep well in this room. She asks Oriane if she can give her another room. Seeing how crowded it is, you must be still asleep, right?”

“Yes, I know you are in the banquet hall. I’ll go right away and tell her.”

“Thank you. I’m going to sleep in my pajamas, so just bring it when I call for the clothes I’ll change into tomorrow.”

That’s the perfect crime.

It’s like a mistake I made while drunk.

“I will do as you command. She will ask the Marquis Lady and come back, so please wait a little bit.”

“Please.”

Yeah, it’s fitting to call it a one-night break.

* * *

In the banquet hall, Marquis Marquis Oriane’s pronunciation was slowly getting twisted.

“Your sister needs a new room?”

“Yes, madam.”

“Okay, then I’ll ask you to prepare an empty room on the second floor.”

It was a sudden request, but there was nothing strange about it. She was the kind of woman who, even if she felt that way, would not have realized it in the midst of the excitement she is now.

“Mother? Wouldn’t her aunt be uncomfortable with the empty room being untouched?”

“Is it…?”

“There shouldn’t be any inconvenience in entertaining the Duchess. I’d rather rent her mother’s room her and sleep with me for the first time in a while.”

“Huh, what’s wrong with our daughter? Then let’s do it.”

Lucienne, who revealed her ambitions to her, smiled kindly and spoke to her, thinking that it was purely because she took care of her sister her.

“Marion? She tells her sister to use my room. I’m going to sleep with Seo-Bang-nim in Lucienne’s room today.”

“Yes, I will let you know.”

Because there was such a fierce operation behind the scenes, Orianne, who was drunk, and Lucienne, who enjoyed the arms of her mother, were able to sleep while hugging each other affectionately.

“Romuald, can you hear me?”

“Ugh… ?”

“Mom will see you later in the bedroom.”

“Ah, yeah…”

The unkempt baron went to her bedroom to find her wife her, who was waiting for her.