Chapter 129 – 12. Concentration (9)
The winter residence of the Citadel of Lemoyn, in the city of Ardennes.
A baron entered the yard, boasting a very majestic style with a name suitable for frozen land. After through the barbed wire installed for crime prevention and the gate between the two stone statues, I crossed the yard, which was paved with pretty pebbles to prevent slipping.
The marble front door on which the artisan carved a pattern stitch by stitch, and the steel lion-shaped fixture painted black had a round ring in its mouth. It was made by processing blue mana stone, and opened and closed after recognizing a fingerprint with magic letters engraved inside.
Knock, thump.
The massive marble front door swung open. To account for the northern cold, there was a separate passage from the porch to the main corridor. The passage was lined with a soft carpet and there was a line of closets for hanging wet coats and shoes.
“Are you here, Baron?”
At the end of the aisle, two spear-wielding soldiers saluted. There were simple guard posts for the gatekeepers on both sides, but instead of reducing the number of people patrolling the fortress in the past, they were efficiently arranged like this.
“Are the things worth doing?”
“Of course. Everyone is happy to see their hometown changing day by day.”
“The existing patrol members have also been responding positively ever since they were mobilized for security work in the village or fort checkpoints. To be honest, I am not looking forward to taking on that job.”
Rom smiled and patted the two soldiers on the shoulders to encourage them. I had just moved all my stuff yesterday, so today was the first time I moved in. In short, to the baron entering the new house, they were also welcomed by their enthusiasm for the first shift.
“Antoine, when my december returns from the capital, he will be on duty here. At that time, let’s put a hand on it so that the two of them can be assigned to the place of work they want.”
“I just want to thank you for the grace of the old days.”
“Then, good work.”
Unlike before, the checkpoints made of stone were able to interrogate passers-by even if they were not outside. The existing cabin was slightly repaired to function as a cozy shelter and accommodation. Naturally, the response was good.
Rome, who had stopped walking, entered a large corridor. The chandelier on the ceiling twinkled like the dazzling sun was very impressive. Even in the cold, the scenery of the yoga corridor and the stairs, which were embroidered with gold thread on red wool, gave a warm feeling.
It’s not that it’s not, it actually had a function to block the cold air coming up from the floor.
As Rome looked around the room, Marion, the head maid, approached from a distance, accompanied by a group of women. While explaining the structure of the new mansion to everyone, it seemed that he was trying to find him and greet him.
“Welcome, Baron.”
“I’m back, maid.”
“Madam and Lady should be on the third floor right now. Looking at the size of the mansion, it doesn’t differ that much from the old space, but when you walk around, it feels much wider. Thanks to that, I’ve been trying to get used to the movement with these kids.”
“How was the employee break room?”
“It is extremely comfortable. It’s dinner in a little while, how are you going to eat?”
“I will go up and see and tell you. Maybe it’s because it’s a wedding soon, so there’s a lot to discuss.”
Marion politely bowed her head. The maids lined up behind her politely put her hands together and followed suit. It was a proof that Rom had legitimacy comparable to that of the Marquis of the previous generation, right before his official marriage his to Oriane.
Romuald of Ardennes.
It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t proud of the fact that I had achieved that fame. A lot of things happened, but I was proud of myself for overcoming the painful past. Although it was short, Rome, soaked in sentiment, wandered around the interior at a leisurely pace.
The three-story Winter Mansion follows the current trend and maintains an antique style, so there is no need to worry about looking old-fashioned even after a long time has passed. Pablo Cervantes, an unsalted genius, designed the room with great care and pride in its practical functions and artistic aesthetics.
The main corridor on the first floor, the spacious space under the splendid chandelier, was also a banquet hall suitable for inviting celebrities.
The kitchen at the end of the left side is equipped with a drinking fountain with a filter, a large stove, and even a cupboard.
The storage room next to it drew the cold air of the frozen land intact and stored all kinds of ingredients wonderfully.
The first room on the right was the drawing room, and it was plausible that it was nicely decorated like a salon.
In turn, the laundry room, fully ventilated, and the resting room for the weary maids were also perfect.
“Not bad.”
Rom sighed and climbed the central staircase. I don’t know what kind of finishing material was used for the handrail made of old wood, but it was shiny and easy to hold. Like the hallway downstairs, I also liked that it was decorated with various props such as paintings, sculptures and crafts.
There were still many vacancies on the second floor. It was because the space reserved for when a child was born occupied a significant portion. The wife, the young lady, and the maid, even if each had only one child, there would be at least three.
So, right now, there were only offices and bedrooms for high-ranking employees such as maids, butlers, and nannies.
Eventually, Rome climbed the stairs again and finally reached the third floor. In the hallway with a mysterious aura, there were rooms given for each person, the lord’s office, a library boasting a large collection of books, and a bathtub with hot spring water.
Among them, the highlight was the special room beyond the door facing you as soon as you climbed the stairs.
Sensing a presence from inside, he knocked on the door and entered. Prepared like an ordinary smoke room for the landlord, it was a dark space without a single window, and all the walls were filled with built-in furniture such as wardrobes and chests of drawers.
“Are you here, Romuald?”
And from somewhere, the voice of a familiar young lady resounded.
“Lucienne?”
“Wait a minute, I’ll go up now.”
I didn’t turn on any lights, but a soft light leaked from the other side. It was a secret passage. The identity of the special room was a place leading to the basement of the mansion. It was the gateway to the place that gathered spaces that needed to be hidden, such as a safe for storing valuables and Lucienne’s occult research lab.
Contrary to what was estimated from the outside, the reason why it felt like a surprisingly small room was because of this. He took off the coat Rome was wearing and opened the closet to store it. For some reason, after taking a quick glance at the tea making equipment as neat as the items on display on the tabletop, I sat down in an armchair that seemed comfortable to lie down on.
Slowly, until the chest of drawers in the front, which I thought was built-in, was pulled open like a hinged door.
From there, until the bride-to-be, the Winter Seat of the North and the Lady of the Margrave, appeared.
“I must have been in the lab.”
“I liked it.”
“Then I’m glad. I’m thinking of going down after dinner later, but if you’re going to stay until then, you’ll show me around.”
Lucienne shook her head, saying that it wouldn’t be necessary. Wearing only a thin, sheer negligee, without her undergarments, she approached with her breasts bobbing and stood before her husband her, who had only to officially marry her.
“If the place is what you want to see, you will, but if it means anything else, not today.”
“What does that mean?”
It was the breasts and buttocks that were as delicious as ripe fruits. The baron reached out his hand after seeing the female figure tempting me, and squeezed the elastic flesh. Then, Young lady let out an excited groan at the touch, but smiled reluctantly.
While leaving the explanation to the two people who came up one after another.
“The madam and the young lady have prepared a present for the master.”
Françoise, wearing string underwear that barely covered her nipples, let alone her areolas, walked with a silver tray in her arms to her. There were a few trinkets that were embarrassingly high-end to be displayed side by side with a bunch of obscenely ugly tools, even if they weren’t as good as Rome’s.
“You could call it a gift, Mr. Seo.”
Oriane, who appeared last, was wearing enchanting lingerie. She put on her shoes that accentuated her slender legs on her, and she stood side by side with Françoise as she rubbed her buttocks in an obscene way.
“It’s a resolution that females who can’t live without you give before the wedding.”
It was a very good spectacle because of her eye candy. But she couldn’t understand what the three women were saying to her, so Rome slapped the butt of Lucienne, who was being harassed next to her, and demanded further explanation without a word from her.
“Ah…”
“Eww…”
“Ah…”
The reaction that followed was embarrassing. Rom tilted her head and whipped the young lady again, leaving the females who were fascinated by the momentary pleasure. Still unsure, she even thrust her hand into her negligee this time, relentlessly teasing her erect clitoris her.
“Ugh, ha ha…”
“Huh…”
“Kyaa…”
Three women, her face flushed, trembled with excitement. Only then did Rome, who understood the whole situation, burst into laughter. When she realized that the half-naked wife, the young lady, and the maid had a vivid magic tattoo in common on her lower belly her, she moved her gaze to the silver tray.
“Yes that’s right…”
The first thing she noticed was an artificial penis carved out of wood.
“As Seo-Bang-nim once said, it is Oriane’s vulgar hole stopper made by carving out a hard chair in the old office. Because it was her deceased husband’s keepsake of her, she couldn’t bear to throw it away, so she made it similar to the shape of Mr. …”
The next thing that caught my eye was the dense, fist-sized model of the vagina. I don’t know what material it’s made of, but it felt soft and warm, and it was realistic that it even contained moisture at times.
“Master, as you can see, it is a toy modeled after us. It’s a norigae that was born with a mysterious ritual of a young lady. From the left, that Françoise’s pussy, Madame Oriane’s pussy, and Lady Lucienne’s pussy.”
“… ?”
“In short, it is a tool that conveys tactile sensations instead of images and sounds. Even now, it is directly connected to our bodies, so you can use it whenever and wherever you want to harass these girls.”
A necklace that seemed appropriate for a beast, and a muzzle with a thick, elongated, curved phallus, were also formidable.
“It’s a necklace that makes the bitch who wears it unable to speak. It was prepared in a hurry, so only one is available, but Lucienne can keep making it. It also has a function to distort it so that it looks like a beast you want to people other than Mr. Seo.”
“The muzzle is relatively plain. It’s made of a substance that has an aphrodisiac effect only on the accompanying penis. I’d be bored writing it myself. But if you put it in your throat, it will gradually melt over several hours, and then from the mouth to the esophagus, the ordinary mucous membrane will become a more sensitive erogenous zone than the clitoris and vagina.”
There were numerous other tools on the tray. Even the accessories that looked like gifts must have had crazy uses. Most of all, I found out later, but they were all wedding gifts that Oriane had kept for a long time since she became the Margrave’s wife.
To be precise, it was something reconstructed through casting and alchemy.
“All of these are tributes from us to the West. If you are a concubine or a concubine, it is etiquette to offer a means to give your husband the highest pleasure, not just money like a dowry…”
Oriane, quick-witted, cut off the flow of explanation and added. On the lewd lower abdomen tattoo, as if it symbolized the womb of her, he put his hands together and made a heart shape. Proving affection and submission like that, he became an example for females who only look at one person.
“It’s not just my work that I’m dedicating. Because even our bodies themselves are offerings to you. Applying the mysteries I’ve learned so far, I’ve prepared it so you can tame it to your liking. Whatever you say, I will apply it right away.”
“Master? If the old concubine dares to mention it, the young lady has worked hard.”
“Certainly, the sorcery that ties multiple senses together was difficult. It had to be activated without any side effects, so there were a lot of things to worry about. But I thought you would like it if you bullied one bitch and made the other bitches feel the same way. Literally make fun of these bitches who are one in heart.”
Lucienne and Françoise followed suit.
“So, Mr. West?”
“What we want to say is…”
“We will continue to be your females.”
It was a truly immoral sight. As he said, Rom nodded, wanting to trample these outrageous and resentful brides-to-be with various tools. It was while muttering to himself that he was in trouble for the jewelry box he kept in his arms.
‘But today I was going to propose normally…’
