Chapter 224 – 22. The Ardennes Harem (4)
The baron’s destination was the basement of the mansion.
The hallway, where all the wax on the candlesticks had melted and the lights were off, was dark and bleak. In the meantime, Rom, who managed to control his anger and moved forward, followed the subtle movement of people to find the room where the nine dancers were detained. There, he found the young lady who was trying to take revenge with evil tools and stopped her.
“Lucienne, stop what you are doing and go get a chair for me to sit on.”
His expression was very calm as he brushed his disheveled hair back with one hand. However, Lucienne, who discovered the frighteningly quiet rage in her man’s composure, replied without saying anything, emptying the chair I was sitting on.
“I can stand.”
Normally, he would have refused, saying he couldn’t do that. However, as soon as Rom heard that answer, he closed the door. He stood next to the young lady with disheveled blonde hair and voluptuous body like a minion and looked at the women tied on three sides.
“I heard that Francois was hurt.”
“Yeah, as I said before, I was trying to tame these bitches after hypnotizing them.”
“How hurt are you?”
Lucienne shut her mouth for a moment. The accident in question happened in the process of conciliating the nine dancers who were imprisoned here. Kind-hearted Françoise served them on a plate with the food she had cooked herself for the purpose of politely persuading her, but the dancers who had filled their stomachs secretly broke it and sharpened it before surprise.
“I made a long cut on her palm, and several nerves were cut. There should be no aftereffects as it was immediately joined using well-known herbs and medical magic. I was told in advance that I would lose my mind immediately if I shouted it in case of danger…”
“This is the embarrassing thing Oriane talked about last night.”
“Sorry, I should have paid more attention.”
The young lady turned her head and wiggled her fingers to avoid her gaze. In any domain of the continent, an assassin is punished with the death penalty regardless of the reason. Because the only punishment given to those who try to take another person’s life is to take that life equally.
Still, Lucienne saved the nine dancers.
The highly trained assassins were not specially disposed of and treated like toys, simply because they were so likable.
Of course she deserves it. The Lady of the Marquis, called the Winter Stone of the North, is the best mystic in the East. However, it is not Françoise, my exclusive maid-servant and lover, the baron’s favorite concubine.
“You seem to be reflecting, so I won’t scold you more. Instead of being punished, help me out with annoying chores.”
“I will.”
“You talk short, bitch.”
Rome, who glared at him with cold eyes, groaned in displeasure. Surprised, Lucienne only then grasped her mood and immediately took off the dress I was wearing. She had a respectful attitude that made her growl intimidated by the courtiers.
“I’m sorry, Mr. West.”
“Did you say it was okay if I left my underwear?”
“I will take it off immediately.”
The beautiful young lady suddenly turned into a bitch. Lucienne folded her naked clothes and placed them at the feet of her rom. Then she looked at herself moderately and she knelt down beside her chair in which he was sitting. Enjoy stroking my head instead of her handle.
“I’m masturbating until I sit down again. Remember that if you don’t make it ten times, you will be treated the same as those bitches.”
It was a low, dignified voice. The young lady, who was in heat at the sight of her husband, which was rare, pinched her nipple and touched her clitoris. As he stood up from his thoughts, he bent his index and middle fingers to her cunt.
“Whoops, whoops…”
It didn’t take long for the water to soak into the harsh noise. Lucienne, who let out her excited breath and heightened her pleasure, soon enjoyed her first climax. She was thrilled and opened her mouth to the thrill running down her spine.
“Seobangnim, whoa, you stupid bitch…”
Even as she trembled, her slender fingers did not stop. From her gaping slit, the clear liquid of love splashed in all directions, forming a small puddle on the floor.
“I went once…”
It was a very strange sight. She was such a way that any man indulging in lust could not fail to pay attention. But Rom didn’t give her the slightest glance and looked around at her chained dancers like cattle.
First of all, Ashka, a middle-aged Mibu with curly black hair and charming points.
A glance at her dark eyebrows and lips showed that she was from an exotic nomadic family. Her large breasts rivaled even the females I had with her. Her straight, clearly split abs and slender limbs blended with her tanned skin to show off her healthy beauty.
Next is Shuri, a mysterious woman with an impressive well-groomed pubic hair.
She didn’t appear to be blood related, but this one had the same color as her hair and had her tear spots. She was, of course, distinguished by her straight hair and golden eyes. She was much younger here than her age, simply counting the numbers. Her breasts were also small.
She is also Himena, the woman I liked the most simply by looking at her appearance.
Befitting her age of 30, her body was full of maturity that had reached the end of her youth. Even her tawny hair and her pupils had a strange magical energy. Her highlight was the most distinct and curvy body, from her collarbones and armpits to her abs and belly button.
And Malika, a newcomer who is fresh and fresh, like a girl.
Beauty, who had just become an adult, was ferocious and hot-tempered like a beast. She was a mixed blood, a mixture of various bloodlines, and she also had jet-black hair and blue eyes. It was a masterpiece jointly created by the two lineages, like the relatively fair skin and fleshy body.
Subsequently, she is Amisha, a woman with mysterious traction like witchcraft.
As a Manusi native, black hair was normal, not to mention. But her bright green eyes were a sure thing to be proud of. The red paint tattoos on her arms made her stand out while directing her mysterious feeling.
Gayatri after her, like her who had her second biggest breast sucked in her wide, easy-to-delivery hips.
There was a slight black tinge to her brown hair. The dot between her eyebrows highlighted the unique traditional beauty of the wandering people. Her full ass was the best among the dancers, and her breasts were also the second most soft and bouncy.
There were also her sisters, Nicole and Rosaria, twins from Aragon.
Her hair, like hers, was black and her eyes were brown along with her skin. However, her slim and voluptuous body, equipped with the triplex of abs, was truly a weapon. Compared to her other peers, she also had characteristics that only her look-alike sisters could give.
Finally, Claudia, a pure Gaul-born dancer.
Her roots black blonde hair was rare. Her beautifully thin body was partly due to her skinny breasts and hips, but she was still within the comparison group. Besides, she even got an alluring outfit in return, so there was no reason to be sorry.
“Yes, the responsibility to do one’s duty is a good virtue.”
After looking around all nine dancers, Rom sighed. Every time I took a step, I casually released the restraints of the girls who were looking at me with wary eyes. With her bare hands, she wrung the sentence like a heavy chain and made her body completely free.
All that remains is the gag.
However, there is nothing to be courted about either hand or foot. The women, who were watching each other, tore off the defense tool that was bitten in their mouths and beat them up without saying anyone first.
‘What is this man…’
‘What the hell are you thinking?’
‘I don’t know, do you really think you can defeat us by yourself?’
‘The magic is still the same, so everyone be careful.’
‘That’s the responsibility of the madman masturbating over there.’
‘Right, I think the baron is conceited.’
‘Then shall we prepare?’
‘I think this is the right time to escape.’
‘Let’s attack all at once!’
The next action, of course, was to defeat the baron. He had heard a lot about how great Lumiere’s invincible knight was, but he thought that even so, he would not be able to deal with them, who were as well trained as any other strongman.
Because there is no truth as immutable as numerical superiority.
“Just know, this is your last chance.”
All that was said was just a word.
“… !”
However, the energy that accompanied him was creepy and terrible enough to make the downy hair stand on end.
“From now on, you are no more than slaves or livestock. As a reward for touching my wife, I will play with her until her mind is ruined and then thrown away. I’ll leave my body behind and change my personality so I can use it as living furniture and a jism drip tray for the rest of my life.”
Even the dancers who had gone through the chaos in their own way were so white they couldn’t breathe properly.
“There is no mercy or compromise here. You’ve crossed my line However, the plate is laid out for those who want to resist.”
Even standing in front of sensitive beasts like angry bears and hungry tigers would not compare to this feeling.
“It’s okay for anyone who wants to jump. I don’t know if that’s possible, but if any of you give me even the slightest scratch, I’ll gladly let you go. But if you don’t have the confidence…”
With a click, Rom pointed with his finger to the floor where the dancers were standing. I preached that this was the last line for the girls who started swallowing saliva unintentionally.
“Kneel down.”
There is nothing different except the way to face and win. Whether you resist or obey, the fate you will be given is to be used as a toy until you fill the baron’s castle, and only your body becomes a living tool. Even so, the dancers did not dare to challenge the baron.
However, he was overwhelmed and trembled.
One by one, they were just shaking their heads.
