Chapter 33 – 3. You, the End of the Month (3)
The world stopped for a moment.
It was such a long moment that it felt like that. The night is ripe, and the time with his wife her, whom she has waited for throughout her two lives her, has taken her soul her away from the beginning. She brought about a great commotion in the eyes of the knight who approached and pulled the doorknob.
“It is beautiful.”
What a poor vocabulary. The knight admired and blamed my lack of study. Because there was a beauty in front of me that no literary rhetoric dared to express. Orianne, the woman who once conceived the Winter Stone of the North, dares to say that she was more graceful than her daughter.
“Madame Lemoyn, this is my Orian.”
It was the same even considering the complicated intertwining of personal tastes and prejudice against Lucienne. The Marquis Marquis, dressed up like a pure white bride, was beautiful. She was indescribably charming in just a few words.
“I’m glad you’re my bitch.”
If so, such a wife has now become a female only for me. She was here to be fucked after being finely dressed as her undoubtedly mine her. How can I explain such emotion and thrill? Who in the world will believe in this journey of life?
The knight just enjoys it.
At first glance, she seemed unworthy of me, but considering her hard work her, she thought that she was fully qualified and prepared to be faithful as her man her. Recalling the conversation she had with her in her previous life, she vowed to put this Oriane under her feet her and obey her today.
Because it was a promise.
“I-I’m glad that I’m also Rom-sama’s female…”
The quiet of the day is cast aside. It’s just a cumbersome burden for females, if you don’t know if she’s it’s a wife, but she seduces males with her coquettish gestures and voice full of fawning. And she willingly gives herself up to pay the price for actively deceiving those whom she dares to serve.
“Then we’re through.”
Rom hinted. Even though it’s not a big deal, it had the power to touch my heart. She, as he said, was proof that the two were connected. With the love that had just sprouted and the passion of carnal love that easily surpassed it, the wife and the knight willingly reestablished their relationship.
Eventually, the two moved to the center of the room and faced each other.
No matter who said it first, they kissed each other, and after interacting for a while, they soon left. Impersonating a lover like a normal person was a sign that that was the end. Soon, Rome sat down on the edge of her bed in a position I was comfortable with, and Oriane stood in front of him with her hands airborne like a shy girl.
“Ma’am.”
Right, rom snapped his fingers and checked his female’s reaction to her. She put her hands her behind her head her and spread her legs shoulder-width apart. His knees were also slightly bent to show that he had not forgotten the position he had set for him the day before. It was proof of being a vulgar and lewd slave.
“I am a foodie, so to speak. I like to enjoy the taste of the appetizer as much as the main dish.”
“Yes…”
“But I don’t just have a perfect tongue. I’m clumsy when it comes to tastes that I can’t help but be captivated by, like your beauty. So if it’s okay, please advise me. I want you to be honest about your inner desires so that this Rom Dior can trample and humiliate my females.”
The relationship between master and servant forged by contract has implications that go beyond agreement.
“I was saved because of Rom-sama, and I was able to learn a lot…”
So there is no need for words, and only the reaction that each other sees makes an irreversible choice.
“I am a female. It’s a fucking house that will keep your things warm and cozy. So, please give me your order. I will cultivate obedience so that I can happily accept anything you ask me to do.”
That fall.
“Everything, everything is my fault…”
The eyes on his flushed face blinked slowly. The appearance of Marquis Marquis, who had put down all the burdens she was carrying, was truly enchanting. Her skill at spitting out lewd words casually was the same, and even more so was her strange smile her as she enjoyed the stares from Rom.
“If it’s okay, I’ll greet you in my own way.”
She had no reason to refuse. Authorization fell immediately. And Oriane loosened her posture. Like her newest lady in the world, she grabbed the hem of her white skirt and rolled it up step by step. It was not enough for her to obey the man she was outside of, but she was excited about her charms of her and developed her own talent of her.
Squeak, squeak.
Finally her skirt her came up to her waist her. Likewise, her white underwear her was exposed. Unlike the color of the garter belt lingerie, the embroidery drew attention and was quite provocative. That alone was not enough, and it was excessive, but the fully bloomed female uttered dirty words once again.
“He-I made the same clothes she wore on the first night with him.”
There was a reason why it looked like a chaste bride’s wedding attire.
“Because Lord Rom is now my West…”
Her well-groomed flesh her and the underwear that dug into it further highlighted her voluptuous figure her.
“As the patriarch of the frozen land, please pet your cum-draining bitch…”
I don’t know how beautiful it was to see her smile her and wait for orders.
“It is extraordinary.”
Rome commented with a satisfied expression. Then, as if she suddenly sensed that the time had come, she returned with a book neatly placed on the chest of drawers next to the bed. She voluntarily prepared an object to put emphasis on the relationship between the top and the bottom.
If the Bouquet of Courtesy was for Oriane, a lovely wife, this book was for Oriane, an admirable female.
“Then I will guide you.”
No more respect was needed. Respect was meaningless. The woman who used to be the Marquis had wanted to throw away everything and become the slave of the knight in front of her. Because she had shown her sign that the other day she wished she would treat me like the maid Françoise visited.
“A present for you.”
The title of her book was written in letters she could n’t understand. The quality of the paper, including the cover, was not from this continent. But the moment she opened her package and carefully flipped through her first page, Oriane came to understand the letters she had never seen in her entire life.
It was a mysterious magical power.
I don’t know where Rom got these things. What was certain was that even that was not something easily obtained. It was implied in the added words that he had spent five gold coins he had received from Marcel of Lucerne.
“In the Far East, they say they have their own magic, just like our magic. The book I gave you is a notebook containing the power of such magic. Then, it is an object that expresses the desire of the person who encounters it with letters. I had to give half of my money, but it was well worth it.”
“Ah…”
“It is like a mirror used to face the nature that one is not aware of. In the past, one article found out that the book was in a small shop in Marquis Baekryeong, but it had already been sold somewhere. I was very frustrated with him.”
It was the story of a foolish knight who served only honor and his lord. His name was a regret and a former life. The purpose of the book that I was looking for so desperately was to know the sincerity of a woman. Because she was so stupid that she couldn’t confess without resorting to something.
“Come on, Orian.”
Rom raised his index finger and flicked. It meant coming to the edge of the bed where I was sitting. It wasn’t already the attitude towards the lord, but her vassal finally took its place as the military figure she wanted in the reversed relationship.
“It starts now.”
He whispered.
“I’m going to eat you deliciously today. Even if I trample you mercilessly and become your wife during the day when the sun rises again, I will make you unable to bear it without noticing me.”
“That’s too much…”
Oriane fidgeted with the book. Her excited expression was full of anticipation unlike her words. Ironically, at this moment, the one who wanted the reign of Rome the most was her, not anyone else.
“Shh, don’t talk back without permission.”
“Oh…”
“Isn’t the mouth of the cock drip tray only supposed to be opened to collect the cum?”
Following the posture of the past, new rules were added one by one. It was the etiquette of the night that a faithful female should observe. It was also a secret that only passed between the two of them.
“Contained in that book are the desires of a certain knight and wife. And I want my lovely bitch to read it out in a clear, pretty voice. Of course, I’ll reward you and punish you for seeing what you do during that time.”
After a moment, Rom reached out her right hand. He placed his long middle finger next to the index finger he had raised when calling for Oriane.
“And for entertainment, I’m thinking of setting up a rule that will only apply today.”
“What, what?”
It wasn’t hard to guess what that meant.
“You cannot deny what I am saying from now on. I can only reply that I am happy and grateful to accept it. If you can keep the rules like that until the end of the night, it’s your victory, and if you can’t, it’s my victory.”
“A bet, is it…”
Rom nodded.
“What are the conditions?”
“If I lose, I will gladly marry Lucienne according to your will. But if I win, you will be my bitch any day.”
The article’s suggestion was very simple. It was to test how far the females of the night would obey. There was nothing to lose at all for Oriane, because if he did well, he could have secured the peace of the Marquis Command.
Even if he loses, the price is only one day’s absolute obedience.
“Ha, I will…”
“Then should I answer straight?”
“I am happy and grateful to accept…”
Oriane nodded as she answered with a smile that she struggled to overcome her shyness. Before she read the book, she had a little chat with Rom and had time to get used to the bet.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Yes, yes…”
“Answer me straight.”
“Ki, I’m happy and thankful I’ll take it off…”
She had to have nothing in her hands to take off the clothes she was wearing with difficulty. Rom, who was handed a book by Oriane, admired her undressing. Then, before giving it back, she asked a naughty question.
“What did you say my name was?”
“Seo-seo-nim…”
“Then I’m your west side, so it doesn’t matter if I give you any orders, right?”
“Oh, of course, as much as you like…”
Even if you don’t think so, is it because of the questions you spit out?
“What if her daughter asked her to take it off in front of her?”
“Ki, I’m happy and thankful I’ll take it off…”
“What if I told you to masturbate in front of your daughter?”
“I will masturbate with pleasure and gratitude…”
“What if I asked you to serve in front of your daughter?”
“I will serve with pleasure and gratitude…”
Dirty talk divided into foreplay and foreplay was pretty good play.
“What if I offer my daughter to serve together?”
“Eww, that…”
Because it was a lot of fun to tease.
“This is what makes betting fun, isn’t it?”
Oriane had no answer.
The night of the Marquis has only just begun…
