Chapter 36 – 3. You, the End of the Month (6)
Click, the door closed.
And again and again, the high-heeled shoes rang clearly on the floor. They approached from the far hallway at regular intervals. It only wriggled in outline in the dark lighting, but only revealed its true identity when the moonlight penetrated deeply.
Oriane Lemoyn, Madame Marquis.
However, she, who was now a full-fledged female, took a step forward in half-naked clothes. A blindfold was worn over her eyes, and her left hand her rested on Rom’s her. Her right hand her was supporting the tray Marion was putting in, with the back of her hand facing the floor.
Also, on the tray that was supported with one hand, there were quite heavy glasses, ice buckets, and simple desserts.
“Ahhhhh…”
The attire remained the same. She was wearing the usual bustier corset and lingerie garter belt. If there was anything particularly different, it would have been the messy wet panties that she had been persistently attacked for a couple of hours.
“You have to be careful. If the thing you’re holding falls off, people will come to see what’s going on.”
Rom smiled and whispered. Oriane said that whenever she heard his voice she flinched and opened her mouth blankly. She didn’t know that she was wearing her blindfold her, but the traces that the wife of the extremely noble Baekryung was female continued from the room where the two of them stayed a while ago.
As traces of the love juice that formed in the crack and flowed down her thighs and then fell between her legs her.
“Oops…”
“Perhaps your daughter will arrive first? After that, the soldiers standing in line at the entrance will come?”
“Ugh, that can’t be…”
It was a risky game for the lord, who should be respected, to expose his obscene private parts his. Unlike the case with Françoise the other day, there would be absolutely no excuses if this scene was discovered.
Moreover, it is not only Oriane who is in trouble. Rom will get a lot of gossip as well. A knight with no genealogy would dare to drag the ruler of the Marquis down the wrong path and drive him into a corner, saying he behaved against the law.
Nevertheless, the knight boldly made the request, and the wife gladly accepted it.
“It stumbles again.”
“No, I’m scared, so please don’t let go of my hand…”
“Don’t worry. Hold on tight.”
It felt like walking a precarious tightrope between tall watchtowers. Oriane took her steps, shivering in the cold air. Her trembling legs she showed how tense she was.
As much as that, on the one hand, the fact that I’m excited about it is also the same.
“Look. Everyone in the citadel is watching your lascivious folly. You, wearing an eyepatch, secretly hold your breath and point your finger at me. A slut like that is our lord. It’s hard to clean because her wife keeps spilling her cum.” She’s talking about her like that.”
“That’s a lie…”
“Let’s open our mouths and confess to everyone. Who are you and why are you doing this?”
When normal vision is blocked, hearing becomes sharper. I wonder if I can hear my breathing and heartbeat, which I didn’t even pay attention to normally.
Another angle, another angle.
Oriane slowly stepped forward, one step at a time, and eventually followed Rome’s request her and opened her mouth. Yes, and she added her imagination, standing on her tiptoes like a decadent receptionist in such a store, keeping her nerve to keep her tray from falling.
It was the imagination of confessing my perverted nature in front of the people in the castle who usually respected and followed me.
“Now, who are you?”
“This is Rom-sama’s female Oriane…”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I am heading to the room where I had a first night with my husband to dedicate my body to the one whom I have to serve with affection…”
It feels like a contemptuous gaze pierces the whole body. It’s like swearing that it doesn’t make sense to say that a bitch who only has a flattering appearance is acting as the Marquis. Furthermore, I hear hallucinations saying that if such a knight, Naburaeng, had known how to play, he would have been beaten sooner.
“Lucienne is looking at her face in disbelief.”
“Ahhh, about my daughter…”
“Ah, now it’s like looking at something disgusting. I should apologize.”
After climbing the stairs, the two of them almost reached their destination. And it’s not hard to know where I am even when I’m blindfolded, so Oriane noticed that she was sitting right next to her daughter’s room in her. Even so, she did not disobey Rome’s orders and she began to make corrupt confessions.
“Lou, Lucienne? I’m sorry, mom is now his motherfucker. Mr. Rom is a very good master and master. He always treats me harshly and makes me realize what female happiness is. I think my daughter will find out too. So, don’t blame me too much…”
“We should also talk about what we are going to do from now on. It’s right in front of my daughter’s room, so speak loudly so that you can hear it well.”
Rom grabbed the doorknob of a room and shook it loudly. Oriane, who stood still a little behind him, was mischievous and hesitated at her cruel command of her. She asked again if she couldn’t possibly do that.
“Now, are you kidding me?”
“Well, what about it?”
“I, if I really did, I would be embarrassed to see Lucienne’s face her…”
“But you will be favored more by me.”
The bait was that. The knight thought it was enough to catch her wife’s corruption of her. She no longer felt the need to open her mouth to her, but she waited for her big fish to be caught.
And the wife, who had been biting her lips gently for a long time, finally opened her mouth.
“That, in the room where you made love to your father…”
“A little more clear.”
“I’m going to get eaten in the room where I slept with Gerard. It’ll tingle her cheeks and her ass her. Caught By Her Hair And Fucked In All Positions In her womb, which has not been allowed to be invaded for a long time, she will carefully welcome the viciously large penis, help her pack it coolly and irresponsibly as if excreting, and then thoroughly clean sticky and smelly things with her mouth and her tongue…”
Kiki, so the door opened. I didn’t know who opened it. I thought maybe the rom had been opened. But again, because I didn’t know. Oriane thought she couldn’t be, but she continued her confession in a state of ecstasy.
“My mother is also a woman, so I can’t help it…”
“You are not a woman, are you a female?”
“Uh, since my mom is also a female, it can’t be helped…”
“Right.”
Only then did Rom lead Oriane into her room. Then she watched her reaction for a while before removing her blindfold her. For a long time she could tell by the dry smell of her untouched body her, and without taking off her blindfold her that this was her bedroom her, once occupied by her deceased husband her.
It was the place where he usually attracted other women than me.
“Huh, uhhh…”
Oriane, her groggy expression her spilling her rom her, brought her silver tray to her chest her and hugged it. She immediately dropped the glass, the ice bucket, and all her beaks her from above as if she had lost her strength as soon as she handed them to her knight.
Clink.
After moving the thing in his hand to the chest of drawers next to the bed, Rom looked back. The bouquet of flowers that had been put on the tray to decorate it fell to the floor and was scattered all over the place.
It was spectacular.
Even the female Oriane over there, who was more sloppy and mesmerized.
“Wow, I was scared. What if it’s true…”
“That’s good. You were excited.”
“Uh, no matter what…”
“It’s strange, but who was it who secretly offered to kiss her daughter if she married her?”
It was an inevitable step to survive. Orianne tried to protest like that, but now it’s okay. Because the important thing for me was that I couldn’t be without this man anymore.
“It’s Orian.”
“Yes, yes…”
“What if I offered her daughter her and asked her to serve?”
“Gee, I’m glad and grateful to accept…”
“Great. It’s extraordinary. So write well. That you have no veto.”
Rom turned around with a small smile and moved to a corner to light up her dark room. She lit the wick of the hard wax candle with a matchstick from the chest of drawers.
Like the bridal room, the flower points symbolizing the first night of the wedding were burning.
“Are you ready?”
He then approached the bed, looked at Oriane, who was standing upright, and said. In the bedroom where the Marquis Gerard Lemoyn had made Oriane, who was still only a young lady, Madame Lemoang, she clearly recited what she had to do and expected her to show the proper manners for the ceremony.
“Yeah, yes…”
All he needed was sleazy, vulgar words and an attitude to match. Oriane airlifted her hands in front of her belly button. She gently lowered her head and smiled brightly on her tear-stained face of her.
“I was always ready…”
The long foreplay was over. All that was left was to mix body with body. Rom approached the female just for me. Hugging me without her permission her, she provoked me by thrusting in her voluptuous breasts her, sticking out her tongue and licking her ear lobe and whispering:
“Yeah, I’m ready to be your cockhouse…”
It was a whisper in the literal sense. Rom groaned and wrapped his arms around Oriane’s waist her. So I went to bed. Also, as if to remind her of the declaration of her old wedding ring her with her husband her, the ring that now symbolizes her own her, she laid it down while caressing it.
Whoops!
The colorful bustier was ripped apart in front of a violent hand. It was made of a material as strong as its flamboyant appearance, but it was very impressive to tear it apart without difficulty.
Oriane blushed as she realized the strength of the male in front of her. And I, too, took her clothes off her. On the contrary, it was a delicate touch that showed off her strength.
Thump, thump, thump.
Meanwhile, my heart was beating fast. As if covering the first night with her husband her, who had n’t even remembered her well since it was so long ago, she prepared to greet Rom.
“Please come…”
For an inexperienced wife, she only flirted with her little words and feelble gestures of her. However, she returned back in time, and from the moment she met Orianne, it was too tempting for her knight her, who had been waiting for this moment all along.
The proof was that the object wriggling like it was about to burst while standing stiffly.
“Can you tell me you love me, madam?”
Rome, who was looking down with the momentum to attack Oriane at any moment, suddenly asked. This is not an order, but a request, and he asked if he wanted to focus on a sincere heart instead of a decadent relationship.
“With my name.”
Then her thin fingers crossed the knight’s face and gently stroked her pitted scar. She enjoyed her humanity in a manner that could not be more affectionate than that.
“Yes, I love you…”
Oriane answered happily.
“I love you, Romuald…”
As a woman, she is not a woman.
“So, so…”
She was married to a man, not a male.
“Let’s be happy together…”
After that, she felt more free than ever.
“Of course, Oriane.”
It went back to the relationship between the knight master and his wife.
“My Lady Lemoyn.”
It was early night.
