Chapter 343 – 34. Marguerite in Bondage (3)
A naked boy was sitting on a chair. He smiled and seemed both innocent and clever. What was certain was that the expression on his face when he looked up inadvertently showed a large scar running across his face. She also said that, as the woman who caused the intense trauma, she could not help but feel a sense of debt.
‘… I just fight to protect my sister.’
The younger brother, whom we met again as a manly young man, did his best for his half-sister. Even after receiving such grace, it would have been truly ungrateful for her to hide her honest feelings just for the sake of her appearance and religious beliefs.
But what can you do?
As a woman from a famous family, from a young age, she was required to have an attitude that suited her social status. As a member of her upper class, the scandal of her incest is too devastating. Moreover, after she was sent to a monastery by other people, she had no choice but to stand tall as a religious figure.
What would happen if a rumor spread that the abbot of Gaul was having a fling with her half-brother? Aside from the fact that my reputation is plummeting, Rom’s life, which is more precious than anything else, has reached a point of no return.
What I was afraid of was not just being rejected by affection that went against social norms. Of course, Marguerite did not want to be hated by Rom. He wanted to continue a good relationship with that child as brother and sister for a long time. But that’s still what she’s most worried about.
Her younger brother’s future.
It was a body that deserved a better life. I deserved to meet a wise and kind wife and live happily ever after. He was also determined not to ruin his future, which should have been a solid path, with mere greed.
That’s why I always refused. Anais, Leonard, and Emilian knew where my heart was headed and encouraged me, saying that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be honest at least once, no matter what the world said. He hinted.
“Noona Mar.”
Marguerite raised his head. When she woke up from her dream, she found herself kneeling in front of her chair where her brother was sitting. Her outfit was a lewd modification of a nun’s uniform from the Celestial Order, just like the one worn by Mongma. If she was a discreet woman, it was a truly vulgar act to expose the armpits and crotch, which she wanted to hide.
On the other hand, I also had doubts. The dream has disappeared, but the boundary between her dream and reality has become more ambiguous. Her mood was hazy, as if she was drunk or drugged. So even when she looked around, it was difficult to recognize where this place was.
All you see is a bed, a desk, a basket, a chair, a table, a few kettles, and numerous tools whose purpose is hard to guess.
It felt unfamiliar. Her alertness made her fur stand up. However, my younger brother, who was made young by evil women, was no longer the kid from the past who followed in my footsteps. Although they were similar in many ways, they were different in essence.
“It’s okay.”
The handsome boy stretched out his arms. With his right hand, he carefully stroked his hair that resembled a walnut tree, and with his left hand, he tickled his slim jawline.
It was a male.
It wasn’t just the presence of the stiff object sticking out between my legs that made me feel that way. I would have wanted to prey on and dominate an attractive female right away, but it seemed like he was trying to tame me while still persevering with that desire.
“I’ll tell you everything.”
Somehow, the calm voice touched my heart. Every moment the gentle voice of her younger sister penetrated her ears, Marguerite Dior felt her heart pounding again. And the moment I saw the child with his head gently tilted forward and smiling with a shadowy face due to the dim lighting, I felt a pain that took my breath away.
‘Ah…’
This is all Oriane and Henrietta’s treacherous trick. It is the delusion of a dream that they brought about with an unknown magic. At first, I dismissed it that way, but gradually I had no choice but to admit it. Apart from the sisters’ tricks, my younger brother here recognized it first and said.
‘I can’t do this. This is the way to block this child’s future…’ …’
The fake that looked like a temple was actually the real thing, and the dream horse was a clear embodiment of my inner desire.
‘But Rom is right. The identity of that dream demon was me. She tried for a long time to become a benevolent and pious believer, a devotee to the Heavenly God, but in the end, she could not forget her lust for her half-brother and had to suppress it all the time…’
Marguerite wants Romuald. It is not familial love, but heterosexual love. Mong-ma’s excessively immoral appearance is probably a reaction to such desires being suppressed for a long time. And surprisingly, her younger brother understood exactly that even though he was so young that it was difficult to discern between the two.
‘My brain, which is well-versed in secret tactics in the political world, funny enough only comes to mind of one transaction. I’m not saying that I need to somehow get out of here and go to the monastery of Saint-Buch and then plan the future. I made an agreement to transfer the territory to them in exchange for having you when you were younger…’
Of course, you will need to give up something that could be a weakness in return. However, Marguerite, who had mistakenly thought that the reason for all this was because of power, thought that there was a good chance that the deal she had come up with would work.
“Sister Mar, do you want to look into my eyes?”
She satisfies her desires by selling her younger brother’s future. Furthermore, they abandon their faith and become drunk on lust. Is there anything more immoral than this? Moreover, she is the great abbess who must look down upon all the nuns in this country and serve as an example for them.
“You don’t have to be nervous. My sister Mongma and my current sister are both Mar sisters. Rom likes all older sisters. So don’t worry. “I will tell you step by step.”
Even though he was young, he was very good at women. Even though she was a former nun in Amman and a virgin, it was obvious that she treated her adult sister like a child.
Rom stopped stroking his sister’s head and chin. She immediately knelt in front of the chair she was sitting on and held out her hands to her. She and Marguerite unconsciously hugged each other and communicated physically.
“So, Mar, you’re going to be honest too, right?”
Her brother raised her body and thrust his huge cock into her face. She slapped it on her face, dripping with her outer skin. Furthermore, she was so fierce that she instilled her new faith with her weapons that surpassed her entire face with just her pillars.
“Huh, huh, ah…”
The breath of the horny female lightly touched the wrinkled scrotum. Every time that happened, Rom, who trembled with pleasure, became even more erect. She brainwashed the religious abbot with an item that she couldn’t help but look at with envy.
It wasn’t any medicine or a curse.
It simply involved a bond formed over a long period of time, the affection that came from it, and physical presence. Nevertheless, Marguerite appeared even more corrupt than before when she criticized her dream.
She opened her eyes and looked directly at the penis that was blocking most of her vision. I sniffed her already strong scent like a bitch. She didn’t have the courage to taste it, but she still stuck out her tongue, indicating that progress had been made.
For a while, it seemed like only an animal could see the liver in her quiet interior. I saw those sights, heard those sounds, and smelled those things. Thanks to this, the boy’s position was very difficult as even the desire that had been satisfied through dancing with the dancers was rekindled.
Because I wanted to fuck this pretty sister with dark brown hair and thin, smiling eyes right away.
But Rom didn’t do that. Even though I became a cool kid instead of a dashing baron, I felt intuitively that my older sister needed time. Even if she didn’t follow her wishes, she couldn’t make her sad, so she stuck to the slow method of enticing her.
“… Rom.”
Then something surprising happened.
“Because it’s like this, it’s like…” …”
Marguerite, who was busy feeling the presence that was so overwhelming to me, suddenly started speaking. Unlike her previous voice, which was full of harsh words, she spoke with the voice of a benevolent nun and her half-sister.
“Confession, it’s the same…”
Confessing sins committed before a priest, the representative of the heavenly gods.
“How humble. When I was acting noble, I couldn’t be honest. “I can’t believe she confessed like this only after being fascinated by her brother’s penis on her face.”
Then, receive penance, repent and humbly ask for forgiveness.
“My sister has been deceiving you all this time. Not only that, but I also fooled myself. Grand nun Marguerite Dior loved her younger sister, who followed her well for a long time. Not as her family, but as the opposite sex. But she couldn’t help it. The contempt from those around me was contempt, but more than anything else, I was afraid that you would reject me.”
“Yeah, but that’s not true, right?”
“You finally admit that this is a sin. I am not honest with my feelings and am only now saying that I love you. My sister is a sinner. It is a crime of hesitating on the subject of abandoning faith and choosing immorality. What kind of punishment will you give me like this? … ?”
Rom did not know the sacraments. Even during his time as a baron, he was not a particularly faithful person. Because of that, as a boy, he did not realize how shocking the words his sister said were. She didn’t know what it meant that she, who was supposed to be a leader and example to all nuns, was saying her confession with her sister’s cock on top.
“Then repeat what I say.”
But there is one thing he knows.
“Sister Mar is mine from now on.”
“I’m yours from now on…”
My sister became honest.
“You have to use polite language and dirty language regularly.”
“To my younger brother, I have to regularly use polite language and vulgar language…”
“And from now on, I swear that I will atone by becoming a nun who serves my dick.”
“I, Marguerite Dior…”
It means that it is ready to be tamed.
“From now on, I pledge to become a cock nun who only serves you…”
Just look at the ecstatic expression on his face when he strokes his head with his closed hand again.
“That’s right, my sister Mar is good.”
… Enough.
