Chapter 52 – 5. Mother and Daughter in Crisis (2)
Declaration of war, day 1.
In the antique and tidy Marquis couple’s bedroom, Lemoang’s mother and daughter were sitting and spending time together. It was a meeting that could be called a simple tea party. As soon as her day dawned, the Lady of the Marquis, who had sent her Françoise, was ready to capture her first mother her, so that she would make her her own her on this spot today.
“Is it a big deal? My daughter is looking for her mother her first.”
Oriane sat down at the round wooden table and smiled happily. Contrary to the expectation that it would be called her family restaurant her, she had a very bright face when she conveyed her intention her to meet her in the bedroom of her old couple, close to my room.
It was because her daughter and her Lucienne, who had hardly been able to get along with her after her marriage period was over, found me first after a long time.
“It’s just that I feel like I’ve been estranged from her mother lately.”
Lucienne, who tucked her silky hair behind her ear, responded in her crisp voice. Even if you look at the chemise dress that elegantly highlights the curvy body and the title of the winter stone of the north.
“Especially, a lot has happened since that article came from the center.”
Lady Lemoang’s appearance was really far from that of a witch. Because she was rather kind and sincere, so she was more like a filial daughter who sets an example.
“Ugh, it was…”
Oriane nodded, trailing off her words her. For some reason, she seemed to be feeling uncomfortable after Rom became a topic. The fidgeting of her fingers was the epitome of someone with secrets they couldn’t tell.
‘Huh, do you have a stab with the dogs?’
Lucienne acted as if she didn’t know, and asked back.
“Mother, by any chance, am I not uncomfortable?”
Since the death of Gérard, who was certainly the head of the household, the relationship between the margrave and her daughter her has become somewhat strained. Even that was actually arranged by the mystic here, but anyway, Oriane was having a hard time with Lucienne.
“Then I will be sad…”
“Oh no! How could that be?”
Her startled Madame Marquis quickly waved her hand away. Yes, it is true that I did not know how to treat her daughter her. After her husband’s death her, she always suffered from stray relationships. But that didn’t mean she did n’t love her only child her.
“Mom will always love our Lucienne…”
Oriane repeatedly emphasized. It looked like she was worried that she would misunderstand that she hated me.
“A lot has happened lately. Because of that, I think a lot.”
“I’m glad if that’s the case.”
“Do you love me, my daughter?”
“Me too.”
As soon as she heard her say that she loved her, Lucienne, who felt her strange affection, answered her, barely hiding her expression. She knew that what she was talking about was her love for family, not love, but the innocent confession of the object of her longing was very compelling.
‘Love is good. If possible, please love me a lot with that ugly girl’s body.’
The evil woman who hid her infatuation looked at her real mother and brainwashed her inside. And Oriane, who had no way of knowing the true nature of her daughter, stretched out her hands to the teapot prepared in advance on her table, unaware even in her dreams of the demon that was about to come to her.
Moon-clack-clack.
She unwrapped the package of tea leaves with her delicate, delicate fingers. She also held up a teapot filled with hot boiling water. Oriane, who was born into a high-ranking aristocrat and lived according to all manners, was flawless even in her tea ceremony.
‘Isn’t it bad to be a mother who pours tea in a couple’s bedroom?’
Madame Lemoang was like that. Even though she was erratic with even trivial movements, she had the power to create a strange atmosphere. Some people called it a waste of water, and Lucienne called it an idiot. Because her benevolent-faced mother, like me, was blonde, she often gave it that feeling.
‘He’s docile, so knowing how to obey makes me want to fall for him right away.’
Of course, Orianne is a wise woman. According to social standards, she is an idiot. But on the other hand, she was a female who was unaware of how lewd I was. In terms of not even realizing her own dazzling charm, the modifier stupid was not wrong at all.
‘Ah, bitch. I’m going crazy wanting to eat it soon.’
Lucienne barely caught her breath, quelling her lust her. If I was in the same mood as her, I wanted to put her on her bed right away and chew on her, but unfortunately, she still had to put up with it.
‘Let’s be patient a little longer. There’s no need to take risks.’
It’s a year that will soon be captured anyway.
“Did you like tea and chocolate mousse?”
Oriane opened her mouth with a thin slice of lemon over the strong black tea. She finished preparing her refreshments with the utensils she had brought along with the tray, and served her plate with the chocolate mousse she had pre-ordered in her kitchen.
“Thank you, mother.”
Her appreciation of her was given by Lucienne, who played her good and dutiful bastard her. Then, in order to achieve her intended purpose her, she reached out her hand her, this time on the pretext that she would ride in my side her.
“I’ll make one too.”
Unlike the grown-up familiars, the seeds of the tentacles that did not hatch had to be kept at an appropriate temperature, albeit cumbersome. In that context, there was nothing better than putting it in a warm drink and feeding it to achieve both the warmth and the sweet condition that penetrated her body at the same time.
“Yes?”
The seed, which has settled in the body through the mouth and esophagus, will gradually gain strength by using the bodily fluid there as food. In the past, it would hold a site in one of the brain, lungs, heart, or womb and exert lasting power.
For example, by spraying a special ingredient to the brain, it has the same effect as hypnosis and brainwashing.
After assimilating into the lungs again, it creates an erogenous zone and has the effect of making it horny even if you breathe.
The heart exerts pressure whenever it disobeys a command, an effect that cannot be tolerated unless obeyed.
Finally, the uterus has the effect of feeling like being raped and humiliated anytime, anywhere.
“Tea. I’ll give you a ride too.”
The place Lucienne was aiming for was none other than the womb, a choice stemming from her desire to bring sexual shame to her own mother at all times.
“Ah, thank you, but it’s okay.”
“… Yes?”
“Mom will eat it herself.”
But somehow, her good friend, Orianne, smiled awkwardly and refused to touch me. Perplexed, she checked her mother for signs of something missing.
There’s no way that would be the case, but it would have been a very difficult situation if he had noticed my intentions at least once and kept a distance.
“Why?”
Her young lady, who glanced at her mother with her squinting eyes, was immediately startedled by her question of her, and was able to hear her reply to her courtesy of her.
“Hey, you know…”
A rosy face for some reason. Oriane, stuttering her words her, secretly pulled her tray of tea in front of her. It was proof that he was feeling psychological burden all the time. And although Lucienne was n’t sure what the cause was at the moment, she at least realized that it was n’t me, and she was able to let go of her concerns.
“It’s embarrassing, but there’s something I want to make and eat…”
Oriane poured black tea into her own teacup. She picked up a teaspoon from the corner of the tray. In addition, after opening the lid of the spice bowl prepared to adjust the sweetness to suit the taste, a spoonful of sugar was added.
The problem was then. After bringing her bowl of unknown contents, she began to keep an eye on her for some reason. Then she quietly opened the lid halfway.
“Do you want to make something special to eat?”
“Yeah, there is such a thing.”
Lucienne tilted her head. The contents of the second spice bowl were a white, cloudy, viscous liquid. It was so thick that even while scooping it with a spoon, it stretched out like cheese and pudding mixed together.
“What is that?”
“Hey, do you mean this? Milk Jelly from Britannia…”
Oriane blushed and scooped the contents of her bowl into tea. What was so urgent, it was unnecessarily loud enough to make a loud noise.
‘Milk jelly? Did you mix something like that with black tea in Britannia?’
The sticky, slimy milky jelly didn’t feel very close to sweetness. After all, the savage milk tea culture of the neighboring country of Britannia was something she didn’t like very much. She couldn’t help but know.
“I see.”
“Yeah, that’s right…”
Finally, Oriane tilted the contents of her bowl into a teacup and stirred the inside of her cup frantically with a tea spoon. It seemed that the jelly in question was in a hurry to melt without even a shape remaining.
‘Well, I think it’s like cream.’
For Lucienne, it couldn’t be anything but a disappointment. For her part, she had to feed the seeds of the tentacle she hid in my sleeve right away.
‘Even if it’s a bit blatant, I can’t.’
She eventually ran out of luck with her young lady, who decided she couldn’t back down.
“Ah, now that I think of it, I think I’ve heard about Milk Jelly from Britannia recently. Françoise says it’s so good for women’s skin?”
“Ah, so… ?”
“It was kind of strange. You’ve become very pretty lately. I wondered if there was a man somewhere, but I guess that was the secret?”
“Hey, he is too! My mother said that there is no such person…”
Oriane frightened and hit her hand. Perhaps it was because she remembered her tryst with Rom, her movements were sluggish. She was a clear-cut excuse for the snarky Lucienne. Thanks to that, I was able to whip her glass away while she was reacting, but she said.
“Lou, Lucienne?”
“I want to try it too.”
Her astonished Marquis Lady stretched out her hand to retrieve her own teacup. Unfortunately, unlike her mother, Lucienne was not a very timid woman. Since she is lukewarm, she inhaled the black tea at a temperature that was just right for her to drink, without having to say anything, and spit out her impressions.
“Well, that’s not my taste.”
Oriane bit her lip lightly as if in trouble. She probably wouldn’t be angry out of character, but it was clear that she was feeling uncomfortable. Lucienne, who did not want to incur her resentment needlessly, said she pretended to realize her rudeness belatedly.
“Sorry. I am very curious about the taste.”
“Yeah, it could be. But if you still have…”
“Now there’s nothing left but scraps.”
“Eh, even that…”
“Instead, I’ll give you my tea and chocolate mousse.”
Tok, the girl who secretly floated the seeds of the pink tentacles in the lemon-flavored black tea held out her cup of her. Even then, fearing that she would refuse again, she repeatedly licked and ate the contents, which were left with nothing but dregs. She was a little frivolous for a noble, but not when she was saving face, so she was fine.
‘But what’s so stuffy and stuck in my throat?’
Putting the teacup down again, Lucienne wrinkled her expression. It seemed to her that the bitterness of the milk tea that Oriane was drinking was not simply due to the astringent taste of the black tea. I guess it seemed that the balance of the flavor had collapsed due to the excessive addition of milk jelly or something.
“The taste of the jelly is a bit strange, is it spoiled?”
Anyway, all variables are blocked. Undoubtedly believing that all that was left was that things were going according to her plan of her, she glanced at the teacup handed to her in front of her.
“Ah…”
What else would you do? In the end, Oriane took the cup that Lucienne had conceded. For some reason, with her trembling hands, she slowly took a sip as if savoring it. She chugged the pink seed that floated naturally to the surface over her uvula.
‘Done!’
Lucienne called her pleasure into herself. Oriane continued the conversation without knowing how she felt.
“Maybe it just doesn’t suit my daughter’s taste?”
“You know how good my taste is.”
“But that jelly, made with milk that my mother squeezed herself at dawn…”
“Oh, did you?”
Now she had achieved the purpose she so longed for. The taste of the milk jelly from Britannia, which was going to get sick, was no longer good. What mattered to her was the fact that in a few hours this slutty bitch would be reborn as my own fucking sucker.
“There is no more sinful delicacy for the taste of those who know love.”
“Wow, is that enough?”
“There are people who are almost addicted to it like my mother.”
“I respect your preferences. Anyway, I didn’t like it.”
Lucienne grinned and replied. Orianne assured her shyly, with her ruddy face her.
“You too will know the taste someday…”
It didn’t happen. Because the taste of winter stone was very picky. Furthermore, as she had hoped, she succeeded in infiltrating the tentacle seeds that would parasitize her mother’s womb her. In the next few hours, I would be able to indulge my desires to my heart’s content without going through this troublesome process.
“Okay, I’ll try.”
Lucienne answered in a casual manner and ended the conversation.
‘In six or seven hours, it will settle in the body.’
With the impression that it was the first time she had been waiting for something like this since unwrapping the gift she received as a child.
‘You know you’ve slept all day. I’ll be doing a thorough study of your sensitive areas all night long.’
Smiled
