Chapter 383 – 38. Hot Springs and Meat (3)
I returned home after a short outing. No matter how remarkable the development of the estate was, there was nothing that could be done to deal with the harsh cold of Mother Nature, and by the time I entered the entrance of the mansion, my skin was quite cold. Of course, the Baron was not so weak that he would complain just because he got hit by a little bit of frost.
“Are you back, master?”
“Yes, the weather is very cold.”
“Even so, everyone took one extra coat.”
The old butler who waited for Rom under the brilliant chandelier took the robe. As he left his office and came out into the main corridor, it seemed like he had already made progress in his work. Considering that less than an hour had passed, it was truly an incredible achievement.
“The ladies have all gone out, and Miss Françoise has gone out to do some shopping. I would like to report that Anais and some of the dancers have been mobilized as escorts. And after asking for Mr. Marion’s understanding, I entrusted Miss Mallika with a small errand.”
“Well done. I trust and respect your judgment, so please continue to do the same when I am away. But if you listen to what you say, it seems like you have a clue about what I asked you to do.”
“Yes. In addition to his wife listed on the family register, Mayor Garel is understood to be in an affair with a female bodyguard named Justine. One interesting thing is that he was receiving bribes three times by using the names of his wife and mistress in addition to his own.”
Absolute power corrupts absolutely. The role of the administrative faction, like other factions, was to keep each other in check and form an ideal confrontational structure. It is no exaggeration to say that the reason why the man who actually committed a miracle by accepting bribes from three lords was saved was because of his usefulness.
But, a triple bribe?
Isn’t this an overly bold atrocity for a mayor who was lying face down and confessing his crimes in detail? What Rom gave permission to was only conditional. It was a market that functioned as a tool for political checks.
“During this process, there were several instances where small but clear conveniences were paid in return. Also, according to what I heard through Anais, the Sisters of the Battle of Le Verrier seem to have focused their investigation on warehouses near the city walls. As a result of comprehensive comparison…”
“You captured the physical evidence. “You are truly amazing, both then and now.”
“I entrusted Ms. Malika with the errand to check the scene and call the parties. First, I plan to lure him to the mansion, arrest him, find out the whole story, and then punish him.”
The Baron, who was deep in thought, quickly shook his head. It would not have been right to entrust this task to him, who already had a considerable share of work to do. Above all, despite his unsightly behavior, Georges Garel was a man with a great sense of political affairs.
Well, it’s natural that he didn’t win the mayoral position in Saint-Buch by gambling.
I couldn’t let Leonard, who should be in charge of more important work, bother him for no reason. After briefly exchanging questions and answers, he quickly expressed his gratitude and said he would take care of this matter.
“Did you instruct me to bring not only Georges but also that woman named Justine?”
“Yes, first of all, I invited them under the pretext of a casual event so that they wouldn’t notice.”
“It’s just right. I will finish the finishing touches, so please review the financial soundness of the estate again. The fire was put out in a hurry, so don’t overdo it. Thank you always for your hard work.”
The old butler smiled and bowed his waist. His polite and disciplined movements were truly befitting of a man who had served in a prestigious family for a long time. Even if he did his part and paid attention to even the smallest detail, he was an example to all employees.
“That’s right. If you’re going to take a break, should I prepare some refreshments and send them over?
“Are you okay. When Mallika returns, tell her to come to the third floor and report. Please guide the two companions to the reception room.”
“I will do as you are told.”
Leonard, neatly dressed in a suit, disappeared inside with his coat folded and hanging on his arm. Rom, who was left behind, climbed the stairs with a look on her face that made me wonder why she was the only one who felt so stuffy even though she was wearing similar clothes.
From the 1st to the 2nd floor, from the 2nd to the 3rd floor.
The news of the absurdities committed by the administrative faction, that it was not that the storehouse was empty, but that there were many thieves among those who distributed it, was greatly getting on the baron’s nerves. I feel like I want to stay with my beloved wife for a while and comfort her.
But what can I do?
The ladies, who were busy with construction work, had left the place as they had previously told me. Rom, who had to reluctantly kill himself, went straight to the slave room. Fortunately, not everyone went out, and he had a few toys to play with to vent his frustration.
“I’m sorry, I’m taking a break, but someone should come here and give me a massage.”
Claudia, who was standing by the window and smoking a cigarette, Nicole, who was lying on the bed and reading a book, and Rosaria, who was sitting at the table and eating a handful of cookies, stopped what they were doing in shock. Nicole, who had good posture and was reading soundly, was in a better situation.
“Lord, master?”
“Hot! This is…”
Claudia and Rosaria, who were completely relaxed and engrossed in smoking and eating snacks, were not in the mood to look good even with empty words.
“Did Ashka and Ximena go out?”
“Yes, four! Ashka went to see Nanny Anais, and Ximena asked if Françoise could help her carry her luggage after shopping…”
“It looks like we’ve become quite friendly. “I see that she calls her Sister Françoise, not her blind assistant maid.”
The three people, who had never expected the Baron to visit, glanced at each other. The slave room, which was clearly cluttered, boasted a rich sense of life. Unlike a neatly organized bedroom or harem, it is interesting in its own way.
“Boo, the head girl said it’s okay if you call me comfortably.”
“Good. Harmony is good for the atmosphere at home.”
Rom found a suitable chair and pulled it over, unbuttoning the buttons of the jacket he was wearing one by one. Because I was young, the wide tailcoat still felt stuffy. If Nicole and Rosaria, who came to their senses late, hadn’t come up to me in a hurry and helped me undress, I might have been even more upset.
“So, you’re not going to give me a massage?”
“Oh, no! “I’ll do it for you!”
The twin sisters, who hastily folded and moved their clothes, looked helpless. It was because Claudia was so dead that she couldn’t even figure out what to do with the tobacco she was holding in her hands.
‘Why don’t you turn it off, sister!’
She trembled as she closed the window she had left open to let out her scent and looked for the ashtray where she had left it. Even though smoke was rising, she hid it behind her and apologized to her owner who was looking at me intently.
“S-sorry…”
“Why are you so scared?”
“Hey, that’s…”
“Don’t put out your cigarette and bring it here.”
The twin sister, who was patting and massaging her Baron’s shoulder, closed her eyes tightly. This was because she guessed that Claudia’s slowness had earned her a proper scolding. It’s not that it’s not, but that’s why she brought the cigarette she was smoking without putting it out.
“Where did it come from?”
“Huh, I stole it.”
“Claudia, no matter how bad your hand habits are, there’s no way you would have stolen it even though I told you not to. “Say the right thing before you get furious.”
Although the owner was younger than usual, his eyes still gave off keen insight. Sitting on a chair, Rom took a cigarette from a slave and took a sip. Even while her sister was gently loosening her tight muscles, she tilted her head and exhaled.
“You don’t want to answer?”
“Well, I got it from Madame Henrietta…”
“Ah, somehow it tasted strong. It’s something that people smoke in social circles these days for its style and scent.”
It wasn’t so bad to feel a drowsy energy pinging around. Since I don’t enjoy drinking or smoking, I wasn’t used to it, but I felt like it would be worth smoking occasionally.
He grinned and gestured towards the dark-blond slave. It was a signal to kneel at his feet. The loyal Claudia did just that. Fortunately, this time she moved without delay and opened her mouth as per her master’s wishes.
“I’m going to play with all three of them like crazy. Want to guess why?”
“This is my punishment for daring to look disheveled in front of my master…”
“Yes, you’re wrong.”
The baron brought the cigarette in her hand to the slave’s mouth and brushed off the burnt ashes. He quietly elaborated as he watched snowflakes decorate his red tongue. I understand that it’s difficult for you because you’ve often shown me a strict side, but as I once said, don’t forget that you are now part of the category I care about.
“Whether you’re smoking, reading, or even eating while spilling cookie crumbs, this is the room I gave you to take a good rest. But why are you making such a fuss? “You should know that I don’t want to punish you for doing something wrong, but I just want to take my anger out on you.”
Rom put the long cigarette back in his mouth and grabbed the pillar of his dick that was hanging down like a bow. Eventually, I looked at the bitch with her back straight between my crotches and patted her cheek. I enjoyed the sight of my head turning awkwardly as I swung it lightly with a club made of flesh.
“It’s okay, so take it easy. Because this is your home from now on. I take it easy when it’s not for me or when I’m not working. Whether it’s the clothes you want to have or the food you want to eat, you can say whatever you need. If I’m not there or busy, you can talk to Françoise instead.”
“And things like cigarettes?”
“It’s better if you don’t overdo it. It’s decadent and ugly.”
“I should have told you honestly a long time ago…”
“Even if it’s not necessarily my taste, if it’s something I want to do, I have to do it. What else can’t you do except harm others? Of course, you bitches are my toys, so whether you like them or not, I’m going to tease them and pick on them for fun.”
The fluid flowing down her glans gradually produced a heavy sloshing sound. It soiled Claudia’s smooth cheeks and reduced her to a poop house that gave off a foul smell. The moans he made in a quiet voice every time he was hit with a dick were so cute that it made me smile.
“Stick out your tongue, because now you are the ashtray and the toilet.”
“Can I just say one thing?”
“What is it?”
“I don’t hate it, in fact it’s bullying from a kind master…”
There was something pitiful about the slave who hesitated and confessed, as much as his alluring beauty and appearance. Rom, who had been suffering from exhaustion just a moment ago, could no longer hold back his laughter and burst into laughter. She tested him by slapping him to see if he was ahead of her word.
“Really?”
“Yes, thank you for enjoying me by spanking a lowly slave girl.”
There was no need to adjust the strength at all. Even though I beat him without stopping as much as I wanted, he gave me joy with a loyal look on his face.
“I will become the most useful and beautiful bitch when begging for my master’s cock and cum.”
Her red cheeks looked like a girl lost in pure love. In a way, the following was in the same context, so it wasn’t much different. Claudia, who was fawning over her rough hands with a charming smile, was once again a woman I wanted to be.
“Please tease me and hit me as much as you want, like a bitch who will just throw things away after picking her to kill time.”
Thanks to you, it was a lot of fun. Things I wanted to do came to mind quickly, and several good thoughts passed through my mind. But what satisfied her baron more than anything else was that she was able to discover unexpected charms in the slaves.
“Twins, stop giving massages and come here and help me do my business.”
“Yes, master.”
“Please do as you command…” …”
Nicole and Rosaria, who were massaging his shoulders, crawled between the master’s pale blue legs. Realizing her role, I glanced at Claudia, who opened her mouth from a step away, and then the sisters exchanged glances before taking her face.
Not only did she not only have scales, but she also held the fierce, snake-like cock with her thick lips unique to the wandering people. She politely backed away, saying that she wouldn’t dare touch something that should be looked up to like your penis.
So, shoot.
The object, which was carefully held by the two beauties together, urinated into the mouth of the toilet bitch in front of me. Although he may have grown a little, he continued to smoke while taking several puffs of confiscated cigarettes, as if he had lost control after taking medicine to make him younger.
“Did you have a good time?”
“I will suck out the remaining drops and whatever is left in the urethra.”
The aftercare was also perfect. Her older sister bowed her head and examined her master’s intentions, while her younger brother puffed her cheeks and cleaned up the remains. Furthermore, the woman who became the bathroom had her mouth full, but she only gulped down an exquisite amount to avoid being rude by overflowing and spilling.
Except in special cases, you should not swallow the prickly pear without permission.
Because it is a duty to expose a confident and fair female who has completely ignored her human rights and has become a mere recipient of cum. Also, it is only the owner’s right to take time to contemplate while watching the bitches struggling with a mouth full of what I have given them.
“Good start to the year, Claudia.”
The tip of the tongue stuck its head out into the slave’s mouth, which was soaked with holy water. Rom held the blunted cigarette to it, brushed off the remaining ashes, and then carelessly threw the butt into her mouth. I added it only after hearing the sound of the embers being extinguished.
“I’ll buy you a pack later.”
Chik, chiik.
“Ah, but if you guys have time, would you like to meet someone with me later?”
