Chapter 76 – 7. Wife, Lady, Maid (6)
Françoise, the always well-groomed maid, was tied up in disheveled clothes. Her tousled hair and crumpled uniform her testified to how long she had suffered in that condition. It’s a shame she had put soft silk under the wire, otherwise her wrists and ankles would have been worn out and soaked in her blood.
“… What have you done?”
Rome shrugged her shoulders with a playful look. She had such a nasty attitude that her murderous intent her rose. With her naked body on her knees, Lucienne, who was waiting for her submission, forgot even her situation for a moment and burst into anger.
“Romuald Dior!”
“Not anymore.”
There is no longer a son-in-law of the duke who was like a child of depravity. Born between the ancestor Gazoo and Cortizan, he has now lifted the label of his birthright and has become a baron. He was the father of a new family, and the name Dior was no longer mine.
“Thanks to you, I can enjoy this pleasure.”
Slap! Rome lightly poked Françoise’s buttocks, which was hidden under her thick uniform. It wasn’t that strong, but it was enough to humiliate. She tossed and turned over her body, stinging her tears as she grunted.
“Ooh, ooh… !”
Even after being arrested for half a day, the maid, who was still lively, glared at him with eyes resembling her master her. It was an unspoken pressure not to touch my body carelessly. It didn’t seem like a virtue that a loyal, exclusive lady-in-waiting would have.
“It’s a cheeky eye.”
But on the other hand, it is a will that will not be easily broken. In order to break that kind of spirit, it was necessary to go back even if it was annoying. Rome slapped the trembling Lucienne on the cheek so much that her neck she went round. The reason she dared to stab her over Francoise was because that side was more effective.
“You have to properly train the maid, Lucienne.”
“Kuh… !”
The witchcraft that replaced masochistic humiliation with pleasure made the lady of the Marquis rejoice. Even in the midst of her anger her, the sight of her dripping down on her her love juice her and not knowing what to do stimulated my appetite. Moreover, especially in that it was my wife from a previous life who despised me.
“You’re an employee, but you shouldn’t look at the owner like that, right?”
“Bi-jou’s owner is not you!”
“Owner, yes. Because she is a female who belongs to a bitch who is like cattle.”
All of Lemoang’s mother and daughter’s property also belonged to Rome. Lucienne, realizing the implications, widened her eyes in resentment. The dripping sound of her love juice her running down her thighs was clear evidence that she was in heat, but it was strange that her arrogant side her still remained.
“Leave Bijou.”
“That won’t work.”
“He has nothing to do with our work!”
“I thought so too. Until she came out of nowhere and started talking about accusing the courtier.”
Clinking, Rom threw the dagger she had left by her bedside into her scabbard her. It was a legacy that Françoise had inherited from her father her, who was her knight her. As such, it was also the perfect item to use to prove my identity.
“It was a threat. It didn’t work for her, so she took it out.”
Lucienne wriggled. With her dazed face, she asked her Françoise, who gagged her.
“Why did you do that, Bijou… ?”
Romuald, a vassal of the Lemoang family, was no longer just a knight. He is a rising baron in the north and is a person recommended by the king himself. Moreover, just yesterday, it was announced that Orianne, who was the wife of the Marquis Marquis, would become her wife his.
‘I-I was just trying to protect the young lady!’
Françoise let out an incomprehensible sound and she protested. Because of her closed mouth, she couldn’t speak properly.
“You are accused of attempting to assassinate a nobleman! Even if you can’t do it, you’ll be hung!”
The barren frozen soil is a place where there is no connection with the social world. Naturally, the lady-in-waiting who followed the daughter of a high official also lacked that recognition compared to the center. She was not even an escort, but she did not even realize that she would be punished by death if the fact that she brought a weapon while meeting a nobleman and the fact that she threatened Rom were combined.
‘That, that… !’
Of course, Françoise had no intention of going that far. It was only that she, who seemed to be raping her mother and daughter her, tried to drive him out of the North. The only problem is that the dagger that must be mine and the nobleman’s testimony will not prove his innocence of her.
“You get a rough idea, Lucienne?”
Slap! Rom once again slapped her maid’s ass her, who was horny. Perhaps because I realized the crime I had committed, it was worth seeing that I was quite depressed this time. Unless you’re an idiot, you’ve got to realize. That it was you who delivered the decisive blow to my lady who was already cornered.
“How embarrassing it was to even accuse the courtier of committing a crime for which he would not have anything to say even if he was burned at the stake. I didn’t even seem to understand it when I explained it. Thanks to you, I had no choice but to take this action.”
The monarchy is like that, but the Gallic trial system has a sense of leaps and bounds.
“Do you know that even receiving thanks is not enough?”
Considering the tendency to make judgments based on circumstantial evidence, Françoise’s fate was predicted when this matter was revealed. It would be fortunate if she ended up in her line, but if she did n’t have luck, Lucienne could be pointed out as the one behind all of this.
It’s not that it isn’t, but it will be enough.
Because the more prestigious the family, the more likely it is that they will engage in blood-striking battles. Being a mother and daughter, she is no exception. Moreover, even if the royal family had the will to improve relations with Lemoyn, there was no reason not to cut out the candidate for the next Marquis, who could be a potential threat.
“Remember. As your future husband, I prevented a family tragedy. You prevented a stupid female from putting your life in jeopardy with her excessive loyalty to her.”
Lucienne bit her lip. It was because she thought Rom was too spooky. Even though she had something to do with it.
‘Dude, you just want to grab my weaknesses and screw me around.’
It wasn’t. Leaving aside the rift between the two of her, Rome cared for her very much. She was worried about Orianne, who would be saddened by her daughter’s tragedy her, but it was because she had simply loved a woman named Lucienne Le Moin before that.
Even if she is love-hate, she was Mrs. Yen in her previous life.
“… If you’ll accept it, I’m willing to apologize on your behalf.”
“With half words and empty words?”
Laughing, Rome squeezed Françoise’s butt. Unable to resist as she twisted her body, she powerlessly closed her eyes. Even so, she could n’t bear the fact that she pushed Lucienne, who was her to her limit, to work even harder.
“I think a proper punishment should be given to a naughty maid.”
“Uh, what are you going to do…”
“Well? I’ll just tell you that I’m going to use the tools you gave me. Thanks to you, I have learned how to use it now.”
Lucienne was frustrated. She then shook her head and bowed her head. Didn’t the person who made it realize her power when she was hit like this? Besides, remembering the time when she hypnotized her Orianne into serving her, her fear her that he might really break her her was raised.
“Don’t say no. I told your mother that you don’t have to use it.”
“That, like that…”
“I am a man who keeps his promises.”
It felt like my body, which had been so hot just a moment ago, was frozen cold. It wasn’t just because of the cold in the north. It was because of the anxiety that he would lose Françoise if he did not judge rationally somehow.
Anyway, there is no way to get out of this side as long as I provided an excuse first.
In the end, all I can do is lie flat on the floor and pray. There is no other way but to play the female slave he likes and beg for the life of his precious Bijou.
“… West.”
Lucienne’s forehead fell to the cold floor, just as she was on her knees. In the life of a solitary mystic, the friendly maid was a ray of light. Even though she sometimes got tired of that boring nagging, she still cherished my bijou.
“It was something that the earthworm maid did unknowingly.”
“Not all will be forgiven just because there was no intention.”
“Yes, I understand that you are angry. So, please punish the females who have not been able to properly educate their daughters until they are relieved…”
Rom stroked his chin and pretended to be worried. Unfortunately, it was already too late to change my mind with those words. Shaking his head with a determined expression, he lifted the sealed glass bottle. It was an amorphous creature with a purple color as if it had solidified liquid.
A familiar slime airlifted from Britannia. Originally, he was a guy with acidity and had the characteristic of being able to digest anything. It was the one that Lucienne slightly remodeled and added a few features to.
First of all, he purified the wastes in his body. And as a by-product, it spit out a sensitive substance.
Like, for example, drugs.
Of course, the use was the same as her other familiars. As long as you let it infiltrate a woman you like, it won’t take long before it constantly induces estrus. The form could be changed at will, and as much as it used waste as its driving force, there was no need for digestion, urination, or defecation of the planted one.
An object that turns the whole body solely for sexual enjoyment.
In the end, the person’s physical constitution also changes. It completely assimilates away from the form of symbiosis and regenerates the body that was a clear person into a seemingly plausible fusion.
So-called encroachment, and if the slime is removed in that state, the person concerned becomes an unconscious doll. In order to prevent that, it is necessary to adjust the familiar in the body so that it does not spread throughout the body, or to replace it every few months.
But Rom was a knight. Unaware of magic, he had no ability to control his familiar.
“I think it’s the perfect punishment for a cocky maid, what do you think?”
He probably didn’t even have the will to do so. So Lucienne begged him in a trembling voice.
“I-I will be punished instead…”
There are things I learned from looking sideways, but Françoise is still an ordinary maid. So, unlike me, I have less tolerance for things like this. That’s why Lucienne thought that it would be better for me to suffer.
“Um, is that so?”
Rome seemed to be quite impressed with her spirit of sacrifice. Even though I expected to dissuade me, it was because I didn’t think I would replace it. That reminded him of a rather mischievous prank, and he got up, barely hiding the smile that was about to appear on his lips.
“Then, should I use this for Françoise?”
He muttered, stepping on the disheveled blond young lady’s hair with his foot her.
“I thought it was a scroll made with a body that couldn’t live without my cum.”
“That, I’ll take that instead…”
“Why are you?”
“Because Seo-Bang-nim’s home is me…”
To elicit an expected response.
