Chapter 232 – 23. Flower and Bird Month (2)
“There is no group of people more disappointing than a person who snatches away clear evidence right in front of them. In that sense, I thought that Baron Ardennes would be someone I could communicate well with. But since you’re so polite, I’m at a loss as to what to say.”
Yvonne muttered disapprovingly, her sky-blue hair tucked in luxuriantly. It must have been because he was really disappointed, as he said, looking at the watery gaze with his narrowed eyes. It was because the faith in the opponent who he thought could be a good comrade was shaken.
“Or do you have a hobby of getting a decent woman to risk it and get her vulgar words out first?”
She stood up on the corner of her round table and walked away, showing off her voluptuous figure. The countess’s wife, wearing a linen dress over a tight-fitting corset, was indeed a splendid woman. The provocative beauty color was so outstanding that there is no other way to express it.
“I will ask you one last time. You must have heard of the name of the Amour series, right?”
Arms crossed, Rome pondered. She came close to me and carefully swallowed Yvonne, who acted as if she would give her all at any moment. For the mistress of a prestigious family to try to seduce me, it would have been a trap if there was no such occasion.
“Haa, are you really going to pretend you didn’t know until the end?”
The scent of the gorgeous delphiniums of Hellas subtly wafted. It was her body odor that spread through Yvonne’s hair, which sometimes turned a pale navy blue depending on the lighting. Rom, briefly intoxicated by the aura reminiscent of her cloud-filled sky, paused as he listened to her remarks.
“The book Madame Chevalier.”
It was a familiar title. It had to be. Because that was the title of a sensual novel given to me by the Marquis Marquis in my previous life. The story is about a knight with bad conduct who, after feeling lust for a lofty noble lady, seizes her weakness and tames her by threatening her.
A book that was so embarrassing that it was hard to believe that it was the favorite book of the elegant Mrs. Lemoang.
On the other hand, it was also the cornerstone that made the Ardennes Baron family. The book, which contained everything from love to lust, between a man and a woman who were unaware of corruption, was a kind of exchange diary and a record of impressions.
“How does Madame Poitiers know the book?”
“Ah, now you’re confessing.”
“I don’t know what the Amour series is, but Madame Chevalier knows it well. You might misunderstand it because it contains erotic content, but it is an object that has given me great hope in my life.”
There was a rare liveliness on Yvonne’s face, which gave off a languid and optimistic feeling. Gaul’s hypocritical high-society denigrates vulgar pornography with superficial prestige on the subject of perverting all sorts of perverts behind the scenes.
What if it is unethical and anti-social?
It’s a story in a book anyway.
Honest evil is a hundred times better than hypocrisy.
At least, that was the thought of the sky-blue countess. It’s a very personal opinion, but she believed it as the truth, so it was an unquestionable fact. She was also in the same vein, despite clear evidence, she felt sorry for the Baron when he let go of her pretense.
But not anymore. Yvonne, who had a great crush on Rom, who gave her a bold compliment to the extent that she claimed to be the light of her life, held on to her strange smile. Her husband, who kidnaps young girls in Yeongji every day and commits crimes, was a master of pretending to be virtuous.
“She is not an aristocratic woman like the plants in the greenhouse. She’s the kind of person who thinks you should be free to live your one life only. I am fed up with the norms of morality and ethics raised by those who have more to redeem those who have less.”
The baron, who was honest with his desires here, was greedy and dignified like a wolf. The azure lady, who liked it very much, boldly grabbed his right arm. Thanks to his narrow waist, he said while sandwiching between the valleys of his breasts, which are more emphasized.
“Actually, I have no intention of publicizing your lewd hobbies in the social world. I don’t even want to pretend like that. I wish I could accept her request for a trade as a claim that Romu Aldra, Baron of Ardennes, came to want her man so intensely.”
Baron Lothringen was a greedy little man. Baron Brienne was such an overbearing scumbag that you can only guess why his wife became that character. It was a tragedy that Yvonne, whose body did not wither like an old woman and a ghost, even though she was at the end of her youth, had so few men to surround her with.
“It’s hard to keep up with the topic. Because it was so sudden.”
“I have ambition.”
“What is it?”
“It’s about living doing what you want to do. But in order to do that, the skills of the man who will be in charge of me are more important than anything else. By the way, I don’t mean that I will live leisurely while riding on the bandwagon of men without any effort. It just means that one of my ambitions and desires is to be subordinated to a handsome male, to make this body more erotic, and then to offer it as a tribute.”
Among the noble ladies in three colors, Estelle, a woman from Lothringen, is the best in terms of color. If you look at the impression at first glance, it was like that. Nevertheless, with the azure lady’s attitude that clung to me, Rom soon felt the urge to revise the evaluation he had made in his head.
“It’s not like a trap. It is not intended to deceive. If it weren’t for the two wives waiting outside, I could have checked your compatibility here.”
“… Hmm.”
“Are you still not satisfied?”
The baron shook his head and corrected himself. While not letting go of her suspicions about Yvonne, as if trying to evoke her, I quoted her lines from the sensual novels in question to see her reaction.
“The first thing to do is to serve with all your heart with those soft lips.”
“Oh, indeed! That’s how you come out.”
Yvonne, a step away, smiled lewdly. With the outline of her linen dress, she held her arms behind her back and pushed her breasts forward to look prettier to the baron, who was examining the curves of her body.
“I like it too, the ritual of reverently kissing a dignified male cock.”
Meanwhile, I confessed to him by applying the scene I liked the most among the covers and illustrations I had drawn myself. It’s not just a simple reading, but with my heartfelt desire, saying that it would be nice not to have to read it like that from now on.
“It is not only sexual love that kisses imply. It is a noble expression of trust as a family like a lover and a married couple. As a married woman, it would be normal for her husband to offer her husband’s cheeks or lips.”
“Certainly.”
“But what if I kissed the cock of an extramarital man, not as an equal, but with a distinct feeling of separation?”
Needless to say, it would be immoral. This is especially true when it comes to an aristocratic wife of a noble status and a sky-blue aunt with her own reputation in the social world. It’s like a woman mad with lust swearing subordination despite being accused of being a slut.
“You know what? When her male and female are the same height, no matter how much she bends down, it’s not easy to fit her kiss on her glans. Well, if it’s a big deal, it might be a different story, but even so, it won’t be as comfortable as getting down on her knees. For that reason, the act of offering one’s lips to the phallus naturally implies an oath of utmost sincerity and obedience.”
Rom nodded. It was a different kind of fun to share obscenities with a noblewoman she had never known, accompanied by some danger. The desire to have at least this woman among the three-colored noble ladies who wondered if she should have it in her hands so much grew stronger.
“And then it finally gets there. To immoral worship.”
Yvonne’s voice was particularly calm and feminine. Her voice, which is specialized in reading, was a perfect fit. It’s not like it’s not, judging by the attitude, it was obvious that I had read the article that I was in charge of the illustration a few times.
“I want to feel the weight of Baron Ardennes’ erect cock on the face of Yvonne, Countess of Poitiers. I want to have my dignity humiliated by being placed under your phallus, not only the position I have attained, but also the personality that any human being would have. I confess, I really want a relationship like that.”
“… You are bold. Thanks to you, I think it gave me good advice when I was struggling on what to do.”
“I am a selfish woman.”
Yvonne’s motive, Madame Poitiers, is only desire. As the saying goes, the reason I try to make such a bold confession and temptation is because I like the conditions Rom has. It was because he was young and handsome, and his relationship with the royal family was not bad.
The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous he was. He was a more perfect male than the Marquis Gerard, who thought that even if he was not dead, he must seduce and enjoy his shadow.
“The proposal will be a bit sudden. It would be unreasonable to decide right away. Think about it as soon as possible, though. Our youth is a waste of even a single day. If you don’t mind, I’m willing to show you my charm every day while the tea party is over.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“I am well versed in art. I could paint an oil painting for you to hang on the mansion. I can draw your portrait. If you have a magic tool, you can draw a picture in a crystal ball with magic and save it. Even dirty pictures are fine. In fact, ordinary things are boring, so it would be nice if you commissioned them.”
“Let me keep that in mind. You’ll have to go soon, so I’ll just ask you two questions.”
Yvonne nodded. She was in the mood to ask.
“How did you get the clue that I like your work? It’s true that Madame Chevalier has a collection of books, but it probably isn’t here.”
“Put, are you serious? There are teacups and plates, right?”
Margrave Baekryeong in his previous life was a territory that suffered from poverty, unlike now. Of course, luxury goods like the teacup or plate that Yvonne pointed out were impossible. Even Oriane’s wedding gifts were sold one by one.
‘I’ll have to ask later…’
Having reached a rough conclusion, Rom asked one last question.
“You said that Madame Chevalier’s painting was Madame Poitiers, right? I noticed that you knew the author. If so, can you tell me who it is?”
“Oh, that’s pretty complicated. But if the baron becomes a secret lover with me, you’ll find out in the end. Maybe you’ll get another beauty you never thought of. He and I have no particular objection to sharing each other’s things.”
“It’s all over the place. Would it be difficult to hear more closely?”
“I will only say this. The personality of Madame Chevalier in the work is different from mine, but her character inspiration came from seeing me.”
“Who is he?”
Yvonne, who got to the bottom of the story, twitched the corners of her mouth with a mysterious expression. After that, I waited as if I couldn’t tell you before I became my lover, and instead of the name, I left only clues to infer my identity. As a last gift before leaving.
“Royalty.”
“… !”
Even though it was a new relationship for the first time, he said he really liked today’s progress.
“You were supposed to come back tomorrow, right? Then I expect a positive answer.”
Left the room
“… Baron Ardennes.”
