Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 359

Chapter 359 – 35. Time Between Dogs and Wolves (9)

There are people like that in the world. He is a very gentle and gentlemanly person, but when he gets angry, he is scarier than anything else. They are usually gentler and calmer than dogs that just bark loudly, but once they bite, they never let go, so they are like fighting dogs.

Rom was just that.

What was the reason for the baron, who had strict distinctions between public and private affairs, to act in such a vulgar manner in front of the women whom he controlled, who were no different from his own mother? He was already very angry due to his dear sister’s outbursts, and he had never been this upset recently.

It would have been enough to simply cut down the enemy, but that was not possible when it came to loved ones.

That was a good thing for the bitch, who was crawling on all fours, wiggling her butt. Oriane, who was getting even more excited by the sound of rattling chains and running on the carpet in the hallway on the third floor of the mansion, had never been this excited lately.

“Look at you screaming. “I know where I’m going.”

Phut! Rom let out a light kick to the buttocks of Oriane, who was crawling in front of her, with his slipper. She was so startled by her sudden passion that her body was shaking, and instead of being in pain, she realized that she was losing her senses due to her sense of immorality. She smiled and told her.

“What if I’m already excited? “If I went down to the basement with your sister, I wouldn’t be treated like a human being.”

The goal of establishing discipline was additional. The Baron just wanted to vent his anger. Beautiful and elegant ladies knelt under their objects, fawning over them and waiting for the picture to apologize. The reason why the moment I always enjoy is special is because of the new person who joined today.

‘Ah, this is really great…’

Oriane, who was crawling in front of her as she was being held by the leash of her boy, was half-opening her eyes and getting excited. Her tightly closed slit was fluttering like a pussy, and her mouth was wide open, drooling as well.

This is not an underground harem, but a hallway above it.

I am naked in the mansion where I am serving as the hostess, as I don’t know if anyone will see me. Crawling on all fours. He is wearing a collar similar to something a pet dog would wear. And yet, in Orianer Le Moant’s mind, she only had moments to spend with her Baron.

‘Marion, you must have despised her so much, right? I tried so hard to grow up like a virtuous woman, but now I end up like a slut. But you are the West. It’s no one else, it’s Rom. Because my love is handsome, capable, cool, lovely, cute, has a big dick, is good at working at night, is good at ruling, and is not only dignified, but also capable of holding dicks and stroking them…’

It’s not that I didn’t feel excited about being exposed outdoors. But there were more important issues than walking around the mansion naked. This act was not done out of simple deviation, but was done under the coercion of her husband, who was accurately reading her desires.

‘If I just stay like this, I feel like every minute and every second will pass by. If her older sister joins her, she will be with Annette’s maid, Jean. Then Marion is not the only one who sees days like this. Ah, but it’s bad to declare myself a slut in front of a maid who is so loyal that her older sister came all the way to the North to tell me the news, haha…’

Unlike the cold and chilly temperature outside, the interior of the winter mansion is warm and cozy. It is difficult to feel cool in a space that is thoroughly heated thanks to a structure designed by Aragon’s eccentric genius. But is it because I’m naked?

Or maybe it’s because I’m excited about what’s to come.

Arriving at the door of her sister’s room, Oriane climaxed, exhaling breath so thick that it was visible to the naked eye. The baron, who was watching her walk away without even lifting a hand, made her sigh in astonishment.

“… So, since the embassy alone will not be enough, we will just have to accommodate the people in the new villa we are planning to build soon.”

“Yes, if we each have family to bring from the East or luggage to bring, we will assign someone…” …”

“Yes, if you talk to Orianne or Baron Ardennes, he will introduce you to a suitable merchant, so it would be better to go through there. And the schedule of people I will meet today…”

Beyond the slightly open door, there were, as expected, two diligent people. Sitting at the dressing table and having her hair combed was the off-white Henrietta, known as Eastern Spring. The woman behind him, looking in the mirror and diligently decorating her master, was the maid Jean Annette, who was no exaggeration to say that she was her only friend.

Two people who have no idea what will happen soon.

Oriane, who needed to brace herself, looked to the side. Then Rom touched her head with his foot. It meant that I should not be cocky and take the lead like a bitch. Furthermore, there was eye-to-eye communication that only couples who are as friendly as each other can do.

‘What should I go and tell my sister?’

‘Sister Henrietta, it’s time to be her sister’s dick…’

‘That’s right, you bitch. As a reward, I will play with your daughter in the same way, so just be patient.’

Oriane nodded and whined silently before gently opening the door with her cheek. As soon as they heard a squeak, the two people who focused their attention were presented with a dream-like scene for a moment.

A teenager wearing a slightly comically baggy suit is holding a leash and treating the landlady of this mansion like a bitch.

“… Ah?”

The head maid, Annette, froze in place for a moment. However, Henrietta instinctively realized that the bitch in question was her younger sister Orianne, and her expression was filled with absolute joy. Even though it wasn’t easy to recognize the man who was treating her because he had grown up a bit since yesterday.

He must be my master, my husband, and my only father.

Romuald Arden, the man holding the leash holding the bitch, snapped his fingers at the other bitch. When Henrietta, who was shocked by the unspoken pressure, did not get up from her seat, she sighed and kicked Oriane.

“Kyaa!”

“Henrietta, is it really okay for you to leave today?”

The house is full and overflowing. If you add the Lemoin mother and daughter, the nine dancers, and Françoise, the number is twelve. Although she appreciates the beautiful colors of spring in the East, she doesn’t feel any regrets about being gone for a day.

“Oh, no…”

The Duchess had a clear vision of the sight her Baron would enjoy. He is as arrogant as a monarch sitting on a throne. How many females will he need?

First, there is a place where we can kiss passionately and mix our tongues.

There are two dicks in both hands that will make your breasts, buttocks, or pussy tingle as if you were kneading rice cake.

Support your legs with both hands and have two dicks that will thoroughly lick between your toes and the soles of your feet.

Two cunts who will whisper dirty words in your ear, fawn over you, and make sweet moans.

There are two dick sheaths that will help you achieve an erection by sucking on your nipples.

Put the wrinkled scrotum in your mouth and caress it, one by one, then two, begging for it to be filled with cum.

And there’s one last thing behind you, where you can bury your face between the buttocks and stimulate the prostate so that you can ejaculate comfortably.

“Then you know what to do, right?”

“Yes, yes! Ah, Dad…”

There are twelve in total. In short, the place to serve the Baron was basically full. He had no choice but to compete with the female who loved him. Because today’s dick, the glorious position of a married woman, was owned by someone.

“Oh, Madam Henrietta?”

Instead of losing her dignity, the noble duchess took off her clothes like her sister, risking her life instead. Annette, who was taken aback by the sight of the owner chatting and casually throwing away the clothes he had worked so hard to put on, realized one thing while looking at the boy.

‘Oh, that scar…’

It’s the symbol of Lumiere’s invincible knight.

“Me, Baron? “Are you the Baron?”

“Yes, Chief Maid.”

“What is this all of a sudden in broad daylight…” …”

It didn’t take long for the classy ladies to become well-educated bitch sisters. Annette, who pinched her cheek a few times as if she was dreaming at that absurd scene, soon looked at Rom with an expression demanding an explanation.

“Oriane and Henrietta gave me a potion to make me younger yesterday. Thanks to this, he hasn’t come back yet, so today’s schedule has become very difficult. I don’t even remember yesterday because I’m so young. For that reason, please cancel all of our tomboy duchess’ morning schedule and I will give her some special training for a while. I wonder if the head maid will understand.”

“… Thank you for the summary. My wife isn’t that immature to begin with, but I guess she turns into a girl in front of her lover. “I will cancel all morning plans, so have a nice time.”

Annette answered immediately. It was thanks to the clear explanation.

“Yes, please excuse me for making you look like this as soon as you came to my family.”

“Well, compared to other nobles, he’s at the level of cuteness…”

The reason I didn’t argue further was because the expression on my master’s face was happy when she was naked and on her knees, just like my sister.

“It seems like everything has been agreed upon…”

“Thank you for your understanding. I am going to visit Antoine in the afternoon, so please come with me. “When I heard the news that you two were dating, I felt good.”

“If we get married, will you give us a lot of congratulatory money?”

“I will build you a house.”

“Remarks like that could lead to people saying it’s okay to call them whenever they need to clean up the bedroom in the basement.”

“That’s great, but I still felt bad leaving it to the head maid.”

The sisters, wearing a pair of dog collars, looked at each other and smiled strangely and awkwardly, as if the little boy here was our precious master who used us as cum receivers.

“What are you doing, bitches?”

“… Ugh!”

“Hot, shit… !”

“Should I say hello to the head maid who will have a hard time cleaning up the mess from you bitches from now on?”

They were really friendly sisters.

* * *

A few minutes had passed since her brother left. Marguerite, sitting on a chair in the underground harem, noticed something sparkling in the crystal ball on the desk in front of her. On this, as Rom said, I focused my attention.

What on earth did I see that made me decide to postpone the conversation for a while?

“… “Eh?”

It was a few seconds later that I encountered a sight beyond my imagination.