Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 367

Chapter 367 – 36. Goyowol (7)

The winter girl of the North, with her curly blonde hair and sparkling ruby-red eyes, was her business card, and she treated the slightly younger Jia Fei with utmost care. I kissed her husband, who had been reborn somewhere between a boy and a young man because the drug I had given him had not yet fully worn off.

“Humm, jjook…” …”

In the harem in the basement of the mansion, her wife is synonymous with her wife, regardless of whether she is a wife or not. No matter how arrogant a mystic scholar he was, there were no exceptions to this. Therefore, Lucienne was looking up at her baron, kissing her glans rather than her lips.

Of course, it was a kind of internal help.

It was an act of helping him feel the need to urinate due to his younger body, so he could excrete comfortably. It was arranged that the bitch, who was also an intelligent wandering dancer, assassin, and shaman, could be used as a toilet while enjoying pleasure.

“Are you cool?”

The female worker lightly traced the urethra with the tip of her tongue and asked politely. After gulping down her master’s holy water, Amisha bowed her head deeply. She flattered and grinned, saying that she was grateful that he used her poor slave like this.

“It’s good, although it’s a little lacking.”

Lucien, who performed a neat strike, lowered her head. Perhaps because she was usually cold and arrogant, it made an even more special impression. It was said that her mother and daughter resembled her, and indeed, she boasted a similar charm in her obedient appearance.

“Please call me whenever and wherever you feel like. It’s the role of a wife like me to support your handsome and heavy cock while you do your business. “I will continue to do my best as a housewife and serve her happily even if she doesn’t lift a finger.”

The female, who was quick to scold others with a bright voice, moved softly in a calm posture. He spoke in a very cautious manner, and after straightening her back and standing up straight, he made a heart on her lower abdomen.

“Oh my, my daughter is all grown up now…” …”

Of course, the Baron’s daytime routine does not end like this. Even though it was my first experience, I pushed my sister and made her faint.

So, Oriane, she stepped forward as a mother and led Rom skillfully.

Except for her small tools, like her dog collar, she was completely naked, so it was difficult to tell the difference between them, and she targeted her husband’s taste. Despite her daughter’s struggles, she quickly regained control. As she tried to keep her loose discipline in check, she displayed a coquetry that even he couldn’t help but fall for.

“Still, you shouldn’t be conceited. She left room for the Master to feel that she was personally lacking. Why did she bother to use such expressions? She needs to think deeply in her heart and deal with it. Watch what her mom does, and she will follow suit without making any mistakes in the future?”

Again and again, she caught everyone’s attention with her shoes, which she didn’t know when she wore them, and showed off the charm of her Pyewol sign language to the fullest. As if it were no coincidence that she had given birth to a daughter who was the ruler of the kingdom, she showed off her breathtaking beauty with every step she took towards Rom.

The eyes that closed and opened repeatedly like the ebb and flow of the long eyelashes were, at least, noble. The beautiful legs created by the heels that were so high that it was difficult to walk on, and the breasts that bounced every time they moved because they were so large, were so alluring that I can’t even dare to describe them.

“West? The stupid mother-in-law couldn’t properly educate her daughter, so she ended up showing inadequacy while trying to satisfy her lust. I do not deny that it is a mistake that cannot be made up with any apology, but I deeply reflect on it. Instead, I have prepared a gift for you that you will like. Could you please come here?”

The sometimes sloppy and misunderstood wife guided her ROM to a nearby seat. While he took Lucien and Amisha to resolve the issue, he showed off the females he had prepared in one way or another and soon joined the ranks.

“Yes that’s right…”

With an expression that makes me want to scold you.

“It’s a buffet of bitch mouths just for you…”

As expected, the females who joined forces right after Marguerite left were introduced one by one. All of them wore high-heeled shoes and dog collars, all of whom had made the right decision. Well, she was just an obedient woman and not a fool.

“Let me introduce you for the first time. This is Ipbo Oriane, who will serve the West with love. This bitch will make eye contact with you with her big bright eyes and take this big cock deep down her throat, all the way down to the root…”

“There is also Henrietta, a mouthful who will honor her father. She welcomes him with her tongue early on, tickling him and teasing her. But if you show any sign of displeasure, she will quickly get scared and become a docile bitch…”

“I would also like to send my greetings to Françoise, who just wants to serve her master comfortably. The specialty of this concubine room is to lick and suck you while you lie down on the back of the chair so that you can doze off. No need to call me separately, I will also serve as a summary…”

The three concubines squatted at the feet of the baron, who was sitting leisurely. The heels of his shoes were so high that his heels were lifting, and maintaining his balance seemed daunting. On the one hand, it was admirable to see him insist on his charm without making a fuss.

‘Fuck you, you disgusting bitches… !’

In any case, Lucien, who was immersed in an intimate master-slave relationship, could not help but feel embarrassed. In particular, her in-laws’ actions of trying to win Rom’s favor by excluding me was something that even my mother, aunt, and Bijou could not tolerate.

“It’s not bad.”

The problem is that the three females’ aim was spot on. Among them, Oriane, who had clearly penetrated her husband’s walls, was monopolizing her attention. As expected of a wise mother and good wife, her ability to quench her sorrow with her gentle gestures was by far the best among all my mothers.

“Yes, I’m glad you like it. As a mother, I will add to what she was unable to make up for with her humble daughter’s virtue. I hope you don’t have any trouble and enjoy the service provided by the ladies you have as the head of the household…”

“Dad? Here is our leash handle. Hold it and pull it hard every time you feel like a bitch. “I don’t want my excitement to be ruined by saying unnecessary things when I’m enjoying the pleasure of giving blowjobs to women.”

“Then, master, please decide the first order of the monumental buffet…”

The Baron struggled for some time to rest her chin on her armrest. She looked one by one at her sister, who was stretched out on the soaked bed, at the slave dancers who were gathered in groups of twos and threes waiting for instructions, and at the female worker who had been suddenly left behind, and then gave an order.

“Lucienne, are you sulking and rolling your eyes?”

“Sir, I didn’t mean to target you… !”

“Spread your legs. Masturbating while poking both front and back holes with both hands.”

She cringed as she bit her lip in exasperation. For that action, she was severely punished and was made to repeat in detail not just masturbation but also specific movements and number of climaxes.

“Don’t hesitate, what should I do again?”

“Well, like a slut, I spread my legs wide and masturbate…”

“Again.”

“I roll the clitoris with my thumb and index finger, and chew my pussy with my middle and ring fingers. Also, in the meantime, I keep hitting the back hole hard and then stabbing it 10 times. …”

“When should I go?”

“I stick out my tongue and make an idiotic face while reciting the number of times…”

“How many times do you climax?”

“Choi, at least twenty times…”

“What if I fail within the morning?”

“Dude, just like the way the dancers were trained, they are pickled with aphrodisiac after using a spell to prevent climax…”

The disposition of the arrogant female worker ended quickly. Lucien became impatient and started masturbating with her slap sounds.

Next, it was the dancers’ turn with dumbfounded expressions.

“Slaves, come to think of it, you should give yourself a nice name.”

Without even thinking about it, their mission was perfect eye candy. Wearing a piece of sheer cloth, I was selected to perform an impromptu performance for my owner. Uncharacteristic of a leading dancer, she was asked to do choreography similar to something seen in a cheap dance studio.

“Do some lame dance.”

“Yes, master.”

The dancers of the Ardennes were undoubtedly first-class. Females with confident breasts, like Ashka, danced with vigorous movements, females with a slim waist, like Claudia, showed off their sensuality by shaking their bellies, and females with voluptuous buttocks, like Gayatri, bounced their hips to create an atmosphere. Because I led the way.

Now all that remains is the order of the lovely ladies.

When I wanted a dedicated partner, it was Oriane. Even if she was a little clumsy, if anyone was willing to give extra points for passion, it was Henrietta. There was no other woman like Françoise who was ready to take a step back and contemplate.

That’s all.

There was also a way to make noble sisters compete. It was okay to point out the mistress and the female servants and teach them that everyone is equal under them. If you don’t like it, you can just call them in and have them serve for three years.

Failure was impossible. Countless combinations of pleasure were waiting for the Baron. So, after thinking even more deeply, Rom soon came up with a bright idea. She looked at the female workers who were engrossed in masturbation and the slaves who were gathered in one place and performing lewd dance moves.

I enjoyed the mouths of my wives and concubines.

“Hoo-eup, jjook…”

“Fuhu, hehe…”

“Churuup, Chuu…”

Like a three-headed beast from some myth, each person took turns holding their cock all the way to the root, then retreated and then gave up the turn. So he repeated the sequence indefinitely and enjoyed the pleasure that only he could enjoy in the world.

Crunch, crack, crack, crack.

Baekmi’s gratitude was repeated every time she pulled out the cock that had been inserted deep into her throat. She was a bitch who was happy to be used without hesitation and even to belittle her beautiful appearance.

“It was the seventh kiss, the Lord’s Oriane…”

“The eighth mouth, Henrietta greeted with her love…”

“I’m glad that Françoise was able to take care of my ninth visit…”

Of course, we added variations so that you wouldn’t get tired of listening to it.

“It was the 10th blowjob, the naughty cum recipient Oriane…”

“The eleventh kiss, always obedient, Henrietta took care of it…”

“It was the honor of Françoise, the slut concubine, to be my twelfth wife…”

The ecstasy was right here.