Chapter 360 – 35. Time Between Dogs and Wolves (Complete)
If there is one vanity that cannot be abandoned by a believer, it is definitely the exaggeration of one’s faith. There is nothing more pleasing to true believers than to claim that God, a transcendent being, is the only one who is the most faithful believer.
The sight in the crystal ball was an insult to Marguerite Dior.
It is a self-evident fact who was the owner of the award that was suddenly awarded. Her eyes were hidden by a magical effect, but she could only make out her body, which was so flawless that even other women could admire it. They probably expressed the same sentiment when looking at themselves.
“Welcome to the Baron’s harem, Marguerite.”
“We, the two of you, your loyal cum-catcher sisters, will explain to you one by one the things you have been misunderstanding.”
I don’t know if the crystal ball I’m looking at originally had that function, or if it was made that way on purpose. However, the two naked women wearing dog collars on the screen broadcast in black and white were definitely Aquitaine.
“First, this harem is an absolute golden zone. The only person qualified to come here is Jiabi, who handles us skillfully. His name, of course, is Baron Romuald Ardennes. “For us, your husband is like heaven.”
Sister, Henrietta Leblanc.
“I know this may sound blasphemous to you who believe in heavenly gods. But the person holding this leash here is like a god to us. Therefore, a woman who declares that she belongs to this space must know.”
Younger sister, Oriane Lemoin.
“… The key is simple. In the harem, we are not people. She is not a mature lady. I humbly give up my nobility and other status. And they worship only one faith. The name of that faith is patriarchy, and the only person it serves is Baron Arden.”
“Once a woman decides to enter this harem, she must realize that it is an irreversible choice. At the same time, you should keep the following in mind: We call it fuck house etiquette. It is different from the etiquette seen in the cumbersome and false social world outside.”
“To be honest, it’s about learning female manners that are only used in front of one person. There may be a lot to learn, but great work can only be done on a solid rock like a foundation, right?”
The outspoken Margrave and the Duchess, who were famous for influencing the social world, said things that made you doubt your own ears. She confused Marguerite, recalling paradoxical words like beautiful plaque.
What was more impressive than anything else was the hand that was roughly pulling the hair of women of similar status as them in the image that cleverly showed only the two of them. The well-trained forearms of adolescence, which are dignified but slightly youthful, gave me a somewhat familiar feeling.
“On the outside, female refers to the classification of biological women. Like the harmony of yin and yang in the East, it is also the opposite point of the male opposite. “It also acts as a kind of nickname when referring to a person rather than an animal.”
“Here, bitch is a general term for a cock house. Jjakjip is the correct title for a woman. Did I tell you earlier that the Baron is the only male that can enter this harem? “Every woman must keep in mind the following situation.”
“A woman is a female, and a female is a pussy, so what is a dick?”
“Proof that inferior bitches have the honor of obeying superior males. A title for being his toy and seedling, a being who must sacrifice everything for the male’s joy and comfort.”
“Marguerite, are you ready to give everything to a superior male like you?”
The abbess of Gaul soon realized this. Why did I feel my pride was so hurt? That it was not because faith in the heavenly gods was blasphemed. Having already become honest about what happened in her dreams, she was a so-called convert.
“In the harem, we women live only for the West.”
“Hey, it’s Oriane! “It’s the same outside, too.”
“Hmm, but the tone is a little different. Is this the difference between living together only for the West and living only for the West? …”
What Marguerite Dior believes in is no longer the God in heaven.
“These bitches, when I tell you to introduce yourself to your sister, you’re just chatting pointlessly.”
“Oh, that’s…”
“You got scolded by me because of you!”
He is my half-brother by my side.
“Keep making noise, I’ll give you a proper punishment later.”
“I’m sorry, Dad…”
“Well, I will…”
He is the owner of the forearm holding that messy hair.
“… As you can see, Marguerite. We are inferior bitches. Therefore, there are a few things to keep in mind when it comes to harems. No matter how fair it is, if a bitch who is just a bitch is arrogant and arrogant, it is obvious that the end will be destruction.”
“You have to keep that in mind again and again. Status and ability are of no use here. We are bitches who are honored to be crushed at the feet of the only male here. So always bow your forehead. Take a stance that shows submission. “Accept what is taught without censorship.”
“When dad says, ‘You’re a bitch,’…”
“Yes, sir. “I was colonel Oriane, the bitch who was hired.”
“When your dad says you’re a bitch…” …”
“Yes, I am Seobuni. “I’m ready to get stepped on by you bitch Orian.”
In that sense, the declarations of the bitches that appeared in the crystal sphere brought about jealousy. To have my reserved seat taken away from the child I first liked and loved, who, if only I had the chance, would have turned into a respectable female with the same mindset as they say.
“There is a lot to learn. It’s the same with many postures. Aren’t you curious how I ended up like this today? As for me, my nanny, who had raised me since I was little, was working hard to decorate my house, when my husband suddenly barged in. And then he said.”
“Bitch pose.”
“I took off the clothes I had put on for nearly an hour in less than 10 seconds. She spread her legs wide open, exposing her pussy, and placed her arms behind her head, exposing her armpits. Then I apologized for not acting more like a bitch in front of the nanny, who didn’t know that I was this lewd, and ended up like this. “I have now become a real bitch.”
He felt great jealousy over not being able to become the first follower of his beloved Romuald Arden. That was the reason for the feeling of contempt.
“… That’s all for the basics. Are you curious about the story behind it?”
“Would you like to join the harem of the Winter Mansion, the ultimate honor as a female?”
“If you are ready to become a cunt just for Baron Arden…”
“We will visit your location soon. I will knock on the door, become your pet dog, and watch what decision you make. I hope you will answer his questions faithfully.”
It all comes down to love. The only person who looked after me in that stuffy family was my half-brother. It was not an indifferent father, a poisonous mother, a changed brother, a jealous first brother, or a second brother who left without a word.
So, knock.
Marguerite, who was sitting at a desk near the harem entrance, felt the presence of people in her hallway. When I sensed who the person was knocking on the door over there, I immediately stood up. I walked over, grabbed the door handle, and opened it. The two females, crawling on all fours with the sly and triumphant expression of a male, faced Oriane and Henrietta’s younger sibling holding on to their leashes.
Reflect on what you need to do at this moment.
“It’s quite a dramatic production, isn’t it, sister?”
“… Rom.”
First of all, let’s get angry first.
“I prepared it for you. A more romantic confession than this…”
Wow! I struck the Baron’s back, as none of the females here dared to think of hitting him.
“Evil! “Who, sister?”
“Does he have a mind or not? Even though the two ladies here are bad bitches! Do you, a knight, treat a lady like this? Did your sister teach you that when you were young?”
It is a body covered with muscles. If you ask me if it hurts because the well-trained body of a warrior is hit by the palm of a delicate sister, voila!
“Evil! It hurts!”
“A ball is a ball! Buy to live! Have you forgotten what the wise men of old said? At least if you’re going to do it, do it at night! In broad daylight like this! Be like a human being, not an animal! Huh? And! If these three people had a relationship like this! To my sister! “I should have reported it a long time ago!”
Crack, clap, clap again!
“No, evil! That’s evil! You just misunderstood, evil! It really hurts!”
“What a fool I am! Come to think of it, I did it with Miss Françoise the other day too! In the end, my sister was the only one who did something stupid!”
“But this relationship, oh! How, evil! Be honest! Argh! “It hurts!”
It wasn’t a terrible death, it really hurt.
“And, ugh! This is a play, a night out! Misunderstanding! It’s a misunderstanding!”
“Is it night now? Isn’t it midday? Do you think I’m an idiot who doesn’t know the time because my sister is in a basement with no windows? This guy! It’s more true!”
Since ancient times, Dior’s Marguerite has been a scary sister when she’s angry.
* * *
Lumiere, famous family.
An uninvited guest came to the clear lake garden of the Dior mansion. Also, when the sun rose, the head butler stepped forward on behalf of the owner who was suffering and was suffering and greeted him politely. He took us to a dark living room, brought us a cup of tea, and said,
“The Dark Lord is busy.”
Then the customer asked if it was possible to simplify the answer.
“He has no intention of joining your cause.”
The customer chuckled at the response that came back. He also put subtle pressure on me, asking if I didn’t know what it meant to me, whose main home was the royal palace, to come alone to the mansion of someone who was almost like an enemy.
“Does the Exalted One need to hear it again?”
But Maurice didn’t budge. However, she only opened her mouth towards him, who was hiding in the dark like his master. She just thought so calmly.
“When the sun sets, the moon rises. “Whoever you serve will never return.”
The guests burst into laughter. Even though he was a general, he was relaxed even when a simple butler directly attacked him. In other words, the totality of the conspiracy surrounding Gaul was not just a fight decided by status and status.
He said You will be defeated.
And Maurice responded. It will never be known.
The day promised like twilight has not yet arrived.
Therefore, there is no way to know whether it will be a dog or a wolf that returns.
“… Let’s wait and see.”
It’s okay though. It’s not long before we put an end to this frustrating fight and put an end to it.
“Maybe it’s your mother.”
Just a little more now.
“Or maybe it’s our father.”
The time between dogs and wolves approaches…
