Chapter 199 – 19. Henrietta of Kyoyo (9)
The bead made by carving black obsidian had the power to read memories dwelling in the mind. Sitting at a table made of old wood in the study room in the basement of the mansion and looking at it, the baron felt lust for the frayed Duchess and sighed deeply.
“I don’t understand.”
The result of his immature wife’s tomboyish behavior was definitely a throbbing headache. However, Lucienne Lemoyn’s behavior is bad, isn’t it yesterday and today? Her problem was herself, who had only had a few drinks and left her speechless.
After putting the burn-off crystal ball on the pedestal, Rome stretched his right arm under the desk. He pressed the head of the maid who politely served me there on her knees and asked at the same time. To the mystic’s wife, who looked at me and rubbed her shoulder.
“Your body is impervious to poison and curses, so why are you taking alcohol?”
“Didn’t you say that your alcohol consumption was terrible?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t the type to drink too much.”
It is true that after checking the inside story of the series, she was not in a good mood. After all, it can’t be fun to be in trouble for something you don’t even remember. But even though she couldn’t stop it, Lucienne Le Mohan was my precious wife.
Moreover, Françoise, the maid of her concubine who offered her uniform and undergarments to ask for forgiveness for her lover’s fault, was still engrossed in her service.
“Haeup, jjook…”
Gently wrapping his dark red, ferocious cock between the valleys of her fluffy breasts, she showed sincerity, even adding pressure with her hands. She dripped her drool into her huge tits, making a gurgling sound, and then she continued the pleasant rubbing.
Even so, because of their strong relationship, they were able to make direct eye contact with her glans that rose above the bridge of her nose, so Françoise, who carefully stood up, gave her a present of pleasure with her open lips and tongue. She went further and lowered her head so that she could stab her throat.
As if everything in the cockpit was meant to be dedicated to you, like all the clothes you put on your feet.
Even though she made a strange chuckling noise, she didn’t resist at all. No matter how much she pressed her head or tapped her clitoris with her toe to take out her anger, even when her eyes were blurry from choking, she devoted herself to kneading her breasts.
To appease the wrath of her embittered father, she massaged her cock vigorously. He softened his displeasure with a hospitality unmatched by any other maid in the world. Thus, he soon received the reward of being caressed with his hands.
“It’s called the paradox of perfection.”
Thanks to that, Lucienne was able to bring out her words relatively without burden. She had to pat her tightly clenched shoulders with her thin, fine hands and tease her, but that was all she did. Kneeling at her feet, she was of course nothing compared to the hard work of her concubine.
The young lady, with her golden wave-like hair hanging down, said, blinking her ruby-like eyes. With her cold looks and aura, she proved how enchanting a beauty called the Winter Stone of the North can be when she whispers softly.
“Why, there is no room for further development of a perfect being without a single flaw?”
“What is it?”
“Among the ancient sages, it was also called the harmful effects of incomplete perfectionism. If someone thinks that they are not making any further progress and that their level has been completed, in reality it is only stagnant. Paradoxically, if you are going to talk about flawlessness, there must be some kind of flaw.”
Rom, who leaned against the back of the chair at a leisurely pace, nodded as if he understood. If it’s resourcefulness, but if you look at simple knowledge, she is the one who has no choice but to fall behind Lucienne. She naturally had no idea what the paradox of perfection was.
However, I could understand that all things are bound to resemble each other somewhere, and a similar concept existed in the way of the sword.
“In short, there is no such thing as perfection? The moment you put a period, you are blocking the possibility of getting better, so you are far from being perfect?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“I’m still not sure what that has to do with why I’m invariably weak to alcohol.”
“As always, you were an outstanding knight. Maybe that’s why in my previous life I didn’t feel the need to even touch my physical abilities. He must have been concerned that by giving a clumsy blessing, he would jeopardize your chances of ascending to a higher level.”
The faint, fragrant scent of lily of the valley flowers began to waft. It was because of the young lady who came to her husband’s side to stroke the scar on his face. She added, carefully following her indentation with her long, thin fingers.
“It’s okay even with this wound. If you arbitrarily erase the painful past, that’s not Romuald Dior. A knight who did not forget his integrity despite being treated so harshly must have needed a more meticulous blessing.”
“It’s Ardennes now, but anyway.”
“So, the mystery in your body is roughly like this.”
Lucienne, who made blue magic form on the nail of her index finger, wrote a letter in the air.
“The main premise is to help maintain optimal conditions with always overflowing vitality. And the minor premise is that those who interact with you physically and mentally share the benefits of such blessings. Also, for the reasons I mentioned earlier, I follow your will and show some flexibility so that the mystery does not get in the way.”
“To sum it up, I never get old and my health never deteriorates. It is also possible to share the force by transmission through bodily fluids. However, it does not mean that alcohol and drugs do not work at all unless you consider yourself a crisis. Therefore, as long as you do not feel a threat to your life from drinking that is pleasant to drink, will you still drink as much as before?”
“That’s right. If I had to add it, would it be that your intention is important even for delivery through bodily fluids? Just spitting on the side of the road won’t do you the same good as spitting on your favorite dickhead. Still, considering the mystery that resides in its body, it must be the essence of magical power that would be hard to obtain even if it cost billions of dollars.”
In other words, for Rom, drinking is a weakness, not a weakness. As Cobain did in his previous life, if someone stabs him in the back, he will wake up, but if he has a political position like yesterday, he cannot prevent acts that are not directly harmful to life.
“I guess the answer is to abstain from alcohol altogether…”
Rubbing his forehead as if tired, he glanced at the clock in the corner of the lab. As he watched the time tick by, he thought it was time, so he grabbed Françoise by the hair and handled it violently. He used the beautiful face and throat of the concubine like a cheap tool.
Clap clap, clap clap.
Cheop-cheok-cheok-cheok-cheok-cheok-jjeok-jjeok-jjeok-jjeok-jjeok.
The feeling of ejaculation came quickly. However, Rome, who did not like her lover’s hard work to cover up her mistake, and Lucienne, who kept staring at her, eventually stretched out her hand to her. He grabbed the wavy ends of her dazzling golden hair and stunned her.
“Tomboy, don’t you like it when you see your lovely lover suffering so much and being comfortable alone?”
“… Uh?”
“Go to the desk. Spread your legs in a slutty and vulgar manner like a slut, and make me tremble like a prostitute. Until you say no, keep calm while looking at the stupid bitch’s teeth.”
The young lady, who had been punished for neglect and was about to be released, was still naked. She, who had only thought that she had been freed by a sudden spell, put on a puzzled expression for a moment.
“Hurry.”
“Ah Okay.”
Then, when I saw her husband’s eyes, I flinched and moved across the desk.
“Oh, how are you going to capture the wives of the northern lords?”
Lucienne, who clasped her hands together and brought them to the back of her head, spread her legs wide. She showed everything from her smooth armpits to the even, fine golden pubic hair, even the pink flesh of her tight cunt, then stuck out her tongue.
Like a horse, a slut, or a whore, she drooled her mouth without questioning whether it was a mouth on the top or a mouth on the bottom.
“Heh, she doesn’t have an easy opponent like a female who thinks she’s smart.”
“Like you?”
“No, that’s right…”
The coquetry of her wife, who tried to smile at her in spite of her humiliation, was somehow satisfactory. The jade rom tightly tightened the pretty hair of her concubine with a rein, giving more strength. She sulked at the response of her maid who kept trying to cough her up, then she stabbed him mercilessly.
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak.
It made Francoise’s eyes half-turned, but it didn’t matter. For it was she who set out to ask for her forgiveness on behalf of her mistress. The baron, who had begun to squirt thick cum in place of her anger, spat out while making eye candy for his wife in front of her.
“Continue, respectfully.”
“It is obvious what their vanity will be like. You will definitely want to follow the upper class nobility and hang out. So, I will make a point of contact by holding a private meeting for the lady of the north in my mother’s name or in my name.”
Rom laughed. It was because the pleasure spreading subtly from her stiff lower body and the alluring court lady’s generosity harmonized very well. The baron, who enjoyed increasing pleasure in the wash, slow and steady circumstances, was informed of her plan.
“Once you have that regular spot, the rest is easy. These days, Seobangnim’s status is at the level of a rising star in the north. There will be years when I use my beauty as a weapon to become a mistress and ask for some kind of advantage.”
“Ah, that empty-headed slut looks like a slut.”
“One of the methods is to pretend to accept it for now and just be ignorant. After being violated by the West, you will never be satisfied with another male. The two are a way to switch to a new personality using a signal as a medium. It’s a change of common sense, but it’s the easiest and fastest. Three is the slowest way, but it has that much charm.”
A wise mystic sometimes seems superficial, like a moment blinded by jealousy. Realizing that the first or second option was just an assortment, Rome asked as he packed up his last cum.
“At least, that taste must be your best wish, so what is it?”
“There is a mark of semen poisoning that was shown in the past. Twist it up a bit to add mystery to the cum itself, not to imprint it. Like a drug, it changes the effect and then secretly burns it and feeds it. Until the meaning of life changes to just tasting one more drop of the West’s cum.”
“Like an opium addict? Those who turn their backs on their families and squander their property.”
“Huh! Aren’t you ugly?”
Lucienne, who had become an eyesore for her lewd behavior, forgot her respect for a moment and smirked. Her baron, who had listened to all of her absurdly insidious plans, nodded her head in sympathy. And after she had finally finished her ejaculation, she pulled out her belongings from her concubine’s mouth, gave a short command to lick it, and continued her conversation.
“I’ll try with you first instead, okay?”
“Uh, what did you just say?”
“I’m already looking forward to it.”
“Oops, that can’t be…”
“What are the symptoms of our cute tomboy girl’s semen withdrawal?”
“This is not what it is!”
The daily life of the baron and his wife and concubine was as usual.
