Chapter 369 – 36. Goyowol (9)
The morning atmosphere heated up. Everyone soon became disheveled under the baron, who worked tirelessly like a stallion let loose. At first, it was just light sex and foreplay, but over time it transformed into an incredibly lewd daytime street.
Moreover, Rom, a man who acted greedily as if he did not want to let go of either love or desire, had a glimmer of obsession. It must have taken a lot of courage to deal with four wives and nine slaves at the same time.
Anyway, since my body was already corrupted, I felt the spirit of not making self-restraint a virtue. The same was true in the way they took turns capturing the women who had already been taken prisoner. Even after Marguerite came to her senses after fainting from pleasure, he was still concentrating on love affairs.
She noticed her surroundings and shyly hugged the blanket like a bride after her first night. She shifted her gaze, internally soothing her pounding heart, still showing no signs of calming down. I was overwhelmed by the scenery in front of her, as if a lustful paradise had descended.
‘Mar sister, Mar sister!’
If I was sitting on a chair reading on the terrace with a clear view of the lake and garden, the child would always come running to me, calling me by his nickname. It was my younger brother who shared the joy of each day with a smile more dazzling than the sunlight shining just right through the leaves of the plants.
‘What did I get?’
‘We’re naughty, what’s wrong with that?’
‘Ta-da, raspberries!’
I remember how the doublet made of high-quality silk was scratched by thorns and became covered in fluff. So what about the expression on her face when she smiled and asked back after hearing something from her nanny? It was as sweet as the pie she baked with a handful of raspberries.
‘It’s delicious, right?’
She was a good and innocent child. She has no doubt about that fact. It’s not that it’s not, but that’s why my older brother and sister were unfamiliar to me. The reason she hesitated even after confessing her honest desires to the other woman in her dream was in the same context.
“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”
Of course not anymore. Marguerite’s amber eyes gazed beyond. I shivered when the grown baron said the same words as before but with a completely different feeling. And engraved again. The image was imprinted in the clear pupils between the narrowed eyes.
“When the West asks, you have to answer, you bitch.”
The female worker’s blonde hair, which had always been softly wavy, was tangled here and there. She was pulled so tightly that the rest of her body was broken by the clumsy grip. Her hair, which had been carefully managed by her lover and personal maid, was treated like a mere rein.
It was an attitude that I couldn’t even imagine that her arrogant Winter Seok, Lucienne, would tolerate.
“Yes, tsk…” …”
Nevertheless, the female worker who was pressing against her wall pushed her toned buttocks back and obediently responded. Her buttocks, which were as red as a delicious fruit, always twitched when I smacked her mercilessly. She further teased her waist, which was slim and easy to hold and play with, like a seductress.
“Dear West, your cock is so delicious…”
It was a skill comparable to that of a prodigal woman. The wrinkles in my already tight vagina clung to me every time my waist waved, like a coiled snake. Regardless of whether it was thick or thin, it had a long body, so it was good at following the pillar, which had to retreat a little when it pierced the uterus.
“You bitch, you don’t even know the subject…”
The wide open hips was filled with flesh, and it was delicious to be hit. The feeling of being able to comfortably push and conquer something that a normal man’s size would not be able to fit was especially thrilling.
“I keep shaking my back without permission…”
Rom grinned and flipped the locks of her hair that she was clutching with both hands. He insulted her wife as if she were driving an animal such as a cow or a horse. In addition, her dominant tendencies were also trampled and forced into submission. If she is a female, it seems like she should behave like a female.
“That’s a good thing. I also don’t know what to do because I find this bitch who is rude and prone to harsh words to be so delicious. No matter how smart you try to be, in the end it sucks to be obedient. “I don’t know where the evil wife from my past life has gone.”
“Hmm, back then…”
“Be loud and shake your waist or something more like a slut. Loyalty must be expressed through actions, not words.”
Lucien’s lower body moved in a circular motion. She didn’t just tighten it blindly, but also loosened it up with her beat. At the same time, the slippery mucous membranes came together and the hot breath and echoing moans added to the seasoning.
“Believe me, I like you more than my mom now…”
“I know, don’t worry.”
The climax came quickly. Rom, who once again pulled her hair with all his might, pushed her to the limit, making her a female princess that the North was proud of. The female, bending her elbows, rubbed her flushed cheeks against the slightly cold wallpaper and let her tongue stick out.
‘Woah, wow…’
Marguerite, who was peeking from the bed, unconsciously opened her mouth in admiration. It was because I witnessed Lucienne’s foot floating as it was pierced by a dick. It was because I could guess the joy she reached after being literally crushed by her inner walls.
“Higeuk, sssss… !”
Her weight was supported entirely by her delicate uterus, except for the force pushing it from side to side. It was more enviable than pitiful to see her struggling to reach the floor with her tiptoes, dripping with love juice as if she were incontinent.
Slosh, clank, clank, clank, clank, and grunt.
It was a few minutes later that the limp female worker was lying on the floor. She cried out a large amount of the injected cum from the crack under her golden pubic hair, and she went so magnificently that I was completely entranced.
“I need to clean it up a bit.”
The number of times she ejaculated on her wife-in-law was at least four or five times. That was also when each person was counted separately, rather than all together. Of course, there were fewer slaves than that, but that was not a reason to be disparaged.
“Ximena.”
“Yes, master.”
The wet, shiny cock was truly majestic. The sight of milky colored liquid dripping down the pillar with fiercely bulging veins gave the illusion of sweet honey dripping. It was no joke, it was a truly welcome reward for the baron’s women.
So, during the interludes, they mainly enjoyed entertainment with dancers. We paid attention to those who had no choice but to be left out until their turn came. Of course, don’t forget to rule like a master.
“I’ll prepare your cock for cleaning. I hope you have a paradise-like time…”
She played with Ximena, who was lying naked in an appropriate position. At the end of her life, she tilted her head back and dumped the dirty dick into her mouth in one go. It was not an affectionate act like foreplay, but was used with a firm purpose.
Bitches who are slaves and tools.
Whether it was painful or not because I couldn’t breathe, my priority was to clean it with my tongue. The correct way to use it was to cum as much as you wanted without hesitation, like when using the bathroom. There was no problem in enjoying the abdominal muscles, which were clearly defined by constant training, with a fist, or pinching and twisting the nipples until they made a cracking sound.
‘An object covered in semen and love juice, honestly, it might be repulsive…’
‘It can’t be like that. Cleaning a cock covered in cum and fuck is a slave’s duty and honor.’
Because they were bitches who clearly knew their subordinate duties.
‘Of course it would be unpleasant for the scrotum to hit my face like that every time I was violated…’
‘Eongangsaengsim, there is nothing more satisfying than having your throat pierced, and your testicles hit by your master.’
Thanks to that, it wasn’t too bad. Rom pressed Ximena’s lower abdomen until her abs turned red. The tightly closed uterus was opened with just that pressure. I was trained to regard being used like this as the ultimate pleasure.
‘Tsk, it’s been so long since I ejaculated…’
‘When the cock that I have carefully cleaned becomes dirty again, I do not panic and dedicate myself like this. I am grateful to have been chosen by you to excrete cum and I will serve you to the fullest.’
Then, he gave me an assessment as if I was being very considerate. A bucket of cum that didn’t even need to be chewed was injected from the glans that had forced its way into the esophagus. He ordered him to suck up the remaining residue with his slim cheeks and savor it all day long.
‘What? If I do that, the smell will stick and won’t go away easily… !’
‘That is also a badge of a desirable female. There is nothing more ecstatic than savoring the cum that my master gives me all day long.’
It was a short but intense play. Eventually, the Baron pulled his cleaned cock out of Ximena’s mouth and looked for her next prey. Starting with the crime, he made Claudia, who had a flexible body like a slender dancer, pose like an acrobat.
Oriane, Ashka, Françoise, Gayatri…
Then, Lucien Noir came to his senses and, perhaps out of exhaustion, attacked Henrietta, who had been begging him to stop looking at her, three times in a row for troubling her. Her younger brother came back to take her place, and the mother and daughter surrendered with both hands as they were driven by desire again. Chew until you declare it.
In between Nicole, Mallika, Shrijana Rosaria…
On the way, he squeezed Amisha’s cheek, who had done nothing wrong, and gave her 20 slaps. He also pounded Ashka’s breasts to his heart’s content, and even Françoise. After that, the bitches who did not lose their senses lined up against the wall and fucked each other in turn, a total of 15 times.
“It’s been a while since I felt relieved.”
So there was only one girl left. Nooyi, who was impressed by the actions that could be said to be the embodiment of incompetence, finally acknowledged reality.
“Sister Mar, come here.”
I met my gaze at the call of my younger brother, who already knew I had woken up, and bowed my head without realizing it. With the baron’s silent gaze making a subtle request, he finally realized his mission and prostrated himself.
“You know what to do, right?”
“Yes, Lord…”
He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and declared.
“Your bastard Marguerite will pray…”
Now I’m letting go of everything.
