Chapter 85 – 8. Sabbath (5)
Last night’s love affair came to an end with a long affair.
Soon after that, Françoise, who had passed away, was exhausted and limp despite the passage of time. Having lost her strong and energetic maid figure early on, she exhausted herself after facing Rome only once.
“Hmm.”
It would be a lie if I said there was no regret. However, that sentiment soon softened as he watched the maid moaning at her pleasure as her body her trembled. Just like those in many sensual novels, only the real feeling of conquering the owner of a voluptuous body would remain.
As a man, it was an instinctive pleasure to spend as much as I wanted without caring about whether or not I had birth control.
“It wasn’t bad.”
Rome said while gently stroking Françoise’s buttocks, who had fallen on the bed. Even after the climactic lingering had gone, she flinched, breathing irregularly. It was feared that he, dissatisfied, might bring about a wave of even greater pleasure.
“Is the only thing left to do now?”
Jeongsan, it was a word whose meaning could not be understood just by looking at the context before and after. Furthermore, Françoise, whose hair had turned white, was very cold from the air in the room that could not be heated even by the fireplace. In other words, she couldn’t afford to understand what she was saying in her own ears.
“Wow, whoa…”
So Rom got up from his seat her without adding a word to her. Her sharp throat her was also a celebration, and she picked up the kettle she had brought and drank it without a bowl. After that she moved to the fireplace where the flames had died down and threw a few sticks of wood provided next to her and flicked them off with a tinder.
“Yes, you must be wondering what it will cost you?”
He monologued all the way like a play, this time he moved to a table in a corner of the room. There, he carefully picked up the white stone crystal orb, the tool that had been transmitting the scene of the fall of Françoise, and put it in a closet.
All you can see is the scenery in the dark drawer, but you can hear the sound at least slightly.
“It’s a pity, but spectating is prohibited from here.”
Quite a long time has passed. Even so, it was because of the special action that he was able to be sure that Lucienne was still watching from beyond. Even though it was an item with the same purpose, the crystal ball airlifted from the Manmul Merchant had the characteristic of shining when someone was looking at it from the other side.
Rom laughed lightly. However, unlike the royal rite of passage, it is an item that can only be used over a very short distance. In terms of usage, it would not dare to compare. But at this moment, it was a good thing for him.
It was enough just to hint at the brilliance of the crystal ball that emits a twinkling, soft light.
He went back to bed and picked up the disheveled duvet. She covered her shoulders with it for her maid, who would be in trouble if she caught a cold at all. And fearing that the dying fire might cool the air in the room, he guarded the fireplace himself.
Slowly, he dragged a chair nearby and sat down on it, leaning his back on the backrest. Feeling the fire and heat burning with a relaxed expression, I closed my eyes. It was more like rest than bedtime, and even that wouldn’t have been long, but it was.
Rom did not mind the rush of drowsiness and accepted it meekly. Then he recalled a memory from his previous life, which had now become a memory, and faced him in a dream.
‘Sir Dior, the young lady is disapproving of you.’
‘It’s not a very new fact.’
‘Yes, I guess…’
That was a few months before the Lemoang family’s Daryl son-in-law met a heroic end. It was the wedding anniversary of her wife his, and to celebrate it, Rome prepared a small dinner and invited Lucienne. And she got wind of it looking good, as if it were a predestined sequence.
‘Did Lucienne send you to mock me?’
I was kind of guessing. It wasn’t that she wasn’t, she thought it had to be. The successor to the border Baekryung treated her husband-to-be with disapproval right after her wedding her.
‘No, that’s not true.’
‘I guess I should say it’s fortunate.’
‘I’m curious. If so, how would you have reacted?’
‘He must have said he wanted me to watch it just for today.’
Considering the cold treatment and contempt he had suffered in the past, it was even more strange to have a meal or a place set up to get rid of the discord. But even so, I heard that she liked it, and the food she prepared was Rom’s homemade, and it was very depressing to have to see the person she wanted to eat never come, leaving it cold.
‘So, what’s the matter?’
‘I hope the Lord didn’t resent the lady too much.’
‘Is there anyone more ugly than her husband who blames her wife? I’ve been faithful to her, her now, her now. But there comes a time for everyone to be shaken by trials from time to time.’
The maid, who was even more beautiful by the day, was wearing black undergarments that forced her gaze into her uniform. And when everyone was asleep, he came to his room her and took off her cumbersome outerwear her slowly and seduced her.
‘… What?’
‘If it’s okay with a lowly maid, I can make you happy for the homage night.’
Embarrassed, Rome was unable to speak for some time after that. Since he married the Lady of the Marquis, he had never had anyone in his arms of her. No matter how strong-minded she was, it was never easy to reject a woman as alluring as Françoise at that time.
‘I’ll give you anything you want…’
It wasn’t true until later, but it was all Lucienne’s arrangement.
‘No, thank you, but I’ll decline.’
Was it a bit of conscience? Whatever it was, the husband who was celebrating the anniversary for me must have been both annoying and pitiful. Those were the words she heard directly from her own mouth. Even in the midst of this, Rom, the person in charge her, revered her duty her as a knight and rejected her pretty maid.
‘I hope you don’t misunderstand. It’s not because you’re not attractive. It’s just because that’s how a knight like me has lived.’
‘You mean the way you’ve been living…’
‘Certainly, there has never been a time when Lucienne has felt so savage like today.’
‘The young lady is just clumsy with an upright guy like you.’
‘Yes, yes, of course I have faults too. That’s what impure intentions are. It’s a big problem to go over just because all nobles are like that. Because I accepted Madame Lemoyn’s proposal her to marry Lucienne too easily.’
‘It was calculating? But everyone calculates that much!’
‘Not me. Marriages based on conditions rather than love are bound to end in misfortune. In that context, I thought our feud was the same. I’m still accepting that to some extent.’
Rom in his previous life, unlike his present life his, was an upright knight, as if he were stuck in a routine. Had it not been for some trigger from Orianne, his wife whom he longed for, he might have continued to be that way.
Of course, even then, he is still a man.
Naturally, it wasn’t that he didn’t feel the desire to rape a woman as charming as Françoise. But she was just a person who knew how to respect and respect my convictions as a more important banner than others.
‘Françoise, this is the price to pay for a choice as big as my room. So, if the image you’re showing me right now isn’t a trap, I’ll politely decline.’
Romuald at that time was definitely like that.
‘It’s not because you’re not attractive at all, I want you to stop going back.’
But not now. The man who was the paragon of chivalry returned from his death with great ambition. So even in the reminiscence of this dream, I was able to hope confidently. He said that he wanted to completely put the maid Françoise, who had seduced her in front of me that day in flimsy underwear and with lewd words, under my feet her.
He also said that he wanted to be with her her lover her, Lucienne, who was also his wife her in his previous life her, and possess her hands like flowers.
Like Mother and Daughter Lemoang, I want to use the special bond between the two as a kind of spice for my pleasure.
“… In order to do that, I needed to tame you first of all.”
Maybe an hour or two passed. Rom, who had tasted vague memories in his faint consciousness due to John’s dozing his, suddenly opened his mouth. Without delay, I lifted my eyelids, which must have been heavy, and spoke to someone who approached me silently right behind the chair I was sitting on.
“Lucienne Lemoyn.”
When I glanced at the mirror on the other side just in time, there was the Lady of the Marquis, who was stealthily approaching while holding a sharp dagger.
“Chit… !”
In the past, she was taught directly by Marquis Baek, who was a powerful border guard. It was not even a matter of cutting her throat with a black-edged blade, as if she had applied something like poison. She judged that, although she was caught along the way, if she was this close, she’d probably be able to slit Rome’s throat.
“Die, Romuald… !”
Fault! Lucienne, who spurred her on the floor and charged, swung her dagger. She had such a bloody energy that it was easy for her to be able to approach her without being noticed.
“Sorry.”
Certainly, the threat of the poisonous blade was sharp. Taking her weapon her and personally killing her was not the usual method for Lucienne, but from her point of view her, it would not have been possible to argue about this and that. Especially when I saw my precious sweetheart, Françoise, caught and raped all night long.
“I almost made it.”
Damn, even though it was a long time ago, she was quite well versed in her swordsmanship. However, it was not difficult for Rome to evade the blow aimed at her nape of her, and she grabbed Lucienne’s wrist of her as it was. After making her drop her dagger her while showing off her superiority in strength, she kicked it away.
“Why can’t I understand?”
It was quite a commotion, but fortunately Françoise, who had been sprawled on the bed, did not seem to wake up.
“Keep in mind. The reason I let you go is because I have the confidence to subdue you no matter what tricks you use. So, I can deal with it as much as I want until that petty rebelliousness disappears.”
Rome whispered, forcing her Lucienne into his arms her.
“Kuh, let go of this hand… !”
“I should be punished for breaking my promise not to do anything stupid.”
The deadline until the sabbatical was barely less than a fortnight. In the meantime, Lucienne Lemoang had only two options to choose from. Like this, being caught and forcing an assassination that might pay a price, or seizing my weakness and driving it into a corner.
Either that, or ruthlessly ignoring Françoise’s sacrifice and taking care of myself.
“Françoise and Oriane.”
Of course, neither was easy.
“Which one would you choose this time?”
She repeatedly chose the former, though.
