Chapter 13 – 1. Covenant Night (3)
The time of dogs and wolves has passed.
The dawn of Lemoang Citadel, which reached after dusk, was released from the silence at the end of the calming snow wind. It was filled with the sounds made by those who regained their morning energy and started the day. Today was the day I gained by leaving behind the time called yesterday.
“Mmm.”
The last night’s knight gave me a wave of pleasure that I experienced for the first time in my life. With just one finger, he handled me so easily that I fainted and the result was that I woke up on a soft bed like this.
“Hot…!”
Oriane, who had come to her senses her belatedly, jumped to her feet her. Unlike usual, the unfamiliar air reminded her head that this was not her bedroom. Also, the next thing was that last night’s love affair had ended without even mixing her body with her.
“Good morning, madam.”
In the corner of the room, sitting on the sofa, Rom greeted me. She knew she was awake as she sat comfortably under the light of the chandelier and felt her presence in her while reading her book in her.
“D-Sir Dior…”
The night is over. That meant that the relationship between a clumsy female and a mischievous owner was the same. So, Rom addressed her Oriane again as her wife her, and Oriane also used the title of her wonder her to Rom.
But is it really okay with this?
Oriane, pulling the blanket over her body her, noticed Rom. She looked as if she had just washed, as the light made the water in her hair glisten. So, at first, I doubted whether he had fulfilled his desires to the fullest against the fainting opponent.
It wasn’t.
If that was the case, there would be no way I would still be wearing clothes. Of course, the tightly tightened corset was relatively loose, but it was more like a measure taken to ensure a comfortable sleep, rather than a trace of taking it off and putting it back on.
Most importantly, Oriane herself did not feel anything strange about her body.
“I-I’m sorry…”
It was not unreasonable to put an apple in one’s mouth. It was said that a male with a high blood pressure endured all night even with prey in front of him. In this age when a wandering knight is nothing more than a rogue’s sophisticated vocabulary, Rom was acting like a man who reveres real chivalry.
It’s just that the shape was overly honest with my desires.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s embarrassing, but it’s been so long that I haven’t been in a hurry. I apologize for ruining the atmosphere by not being able to treat you properly from the first day. It wouldn’t have been easy to let him sleep, but he did.”
Oriane repeated the words of apology. It was very cute to avoid looking at her and cover her body her with the blanket she pulled earlier. Even though he could see a very responsible adult in his outward appearance her and the way he steadfastly kept his promises her.
There was still a pure girlish part inside Madame Marquis Baek.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a bad mind.”
So, Rome smiled and added.
“However, seeing him sleeping soundly made it hard to wake him up.”
“Oh that…”
“It’s okay. It’s kind of expected anyway. You did it knowingly, so you don’t have to feel guilty. Besides, didn’t I say that I could collapse as much as I wanted?”
Oriane opened her mouth openly. Because she had nothing to say. And when Rom saw her like that, he closed the book she was reading, and he quietly approached her. Startled, she gripped her blanket even tighter, grasping Oriane’s hand her and slowly releasing it, pulling it down to reveal her kinky undergarments her.
“But don’t forget that you will be compensated.”
“Ah, okay…”
Rom wrapped her arms around her waist and kissed Oriane on the lips. She naturally raised her body from her bed and moved slowly towards the sofa they had shared the night before and had a conversation.
“It’s a big deal anyway. Looking outside, it seems that the maids are already wandering around.”
“I think we should go back soon. My daughter’s maid helped me with my hair yesterday. She doesn’t know what to say when she finds out that she’s been away all night.”
“You must be a housekeeper with a soft mouth, right?”
“It’s not like that, but since she’s a very close friend to her daughter…”
I seemed to know roughly. Her rom nodded at her and let her go. It is common for aristocrats to engage in promiscuous acts only in the center, but this was Lemoang in the north.
Her Marquis, who had long taken the place of her husband’s vacancy, needed to prevent such rumors from circulating in order not to undermine her authority.
At least not yet.
“Don’t forget to come back at night.”
“I know the arrangement…”
“Let’s discuss making up for it later.”
Rom, whispering in a spiteful smirk, squeezed her Orianne’s ass. It was an expression of not being able to satisfy my desire. Of course, as her contract was her contract, she could have violated her as much as she really wanted, but she said it.
“Before you go, would you like to say a word?”
“A word?”
“Whisper in my ear something as vile and filthy as you have let me down.”
Oriane hesitated for a moment. The request rom made was also common in the high-level scenes of her romance novels, which she often read. She was just embarrassed to spit out the lines that made her feel uncomfortable even when she read them.
“My underwear is wet…”
Orianne Lemoant, the Marquis’s wife, does not know vulnerability. Until just yesterday, that was an unquestionable fact.
“It’s because of Rom…”
However, the presence of this knight, Romuald Dior, changed her. She was shaking it step by step from the root, as if slowly encroaching on it. And although it was a fact that no one except Rome knew, the cause of all this was none other than Oriane herself.
“You are a bad wife.”
Rome grabbed Oriane again and slipped her hand into her underwear. She skimmed around the crack with her long middle finger, as if to see if it was true.
Oriane, who trembled for a moment, looked at her rom unexpectedly. She said with her own eyes as if she was trying to alleviate even a little bit of her sorry for what happened last night.
At least she wants you to know that she’s trying.
Before long, Rom took her hand and checked the tip of her middle finger. As the saying goes, the clear and sticky liquid of Oriane’s love came out.
“Excellent.”
After saying that with her satisfied expression, she handed Oriane what she had been holding in her other hand all this time. It was a book I was sitting on the sofa reading while I was asleep. I couldn’t tell because I didn’t look into the details, but judging from the title and cover, it was a typical sensual novel.
“This is a gift waiting for the reunion.”
Was it a gift she gave her in hopes of becoming more feminine in the coming night?
In any case, it was something that wasn’t rude. That is why Mrs. Baek did not know even in her dreams of her. That this ordinary book is an item containing precious memories in a knight’s previous life.
“At night, should I share my impressions?”
“There is no need for that.”
“I’ve never read a book like this…”
“If it doesn’t fit, you can return it. But you will definitely like it.”
Anyway, Oriane, who carefully handed over the book, took it along with the clothes she took off yesterday. Unexpectedly, her dress her, which she threw off on her floor, was left on the table with her rom well wrapped.
It was a part where you could feel some kind of meticulousness that it was folded neatly without wrinkles.
“So, see you tonight.”
Just like this ROM that generously let go of even the regrets of the first night.
* * *
Returning to her room she pretending to have gone for a walk in the morning, Oriane began tidying herself up that way. Fortunately, she didn’t face anyone on the way, and she didn’t even stop and clean my room, probably because everyone wasn’t ready to eat.
“Phew…”
Relieved, sweeping her chest, she opened the door to the bathroom attached to her room. She received hot water, a luxury in the North, in the bathtub with a pipe connected to a steam tube, and took off all her jewelry and clothes and put them in a basket provided in a corner.
Was it an overly tense aftermath?
Orianne, who undid her hair as she immersed herself in her bathtub, felt her drowsiness pour over her. Even in the midst of that, she woke up thinking that she shouldn’t be sleeping. She washed thoroughly, caring her whole body with fruit-scented soap.
It was proof that she was unconsciously conscious.
She knew that the contract and the wager had just passed the first day, and that as a maid of honor, when the daytime duties and other errands were over, she would again become a knight’s lady.
Well, because of the rebellion that ended as soon as it happened, there was nothing particularly official about it. If there was anything she had to do, it was to try not to lose the knight who had made such an amazing peace.
But what more could she do?
It was Orianne, who had kept the land since her husband’s lifetime her, as her decent Marquis Lady. For her her, her time her with Rom gave her a somewhat frightening feeling. It was because she was not accustomed to change and that she had never been honest with her desires her.
She certainly wouldn’t have been satisfied.
He didn’t seem like a man who would console himself by pathetically touching his things. The way she lifted me up in front of her daughter her, Lucienne, and the way she blatantly hinted at her lust made me feel that she was interested in me.
It wasn’t that I wanted him, though.
At first, Oriane didn’t even know what Rom was holding. She didn’t even know why she was trying so hard to reach me. However, the knight came here in response to his call her, and he made a bet saying that even her daughter her, the most beautiful woman in the North, wanted one of them.
Oriane fiddled with the ring on the ring finger of her left hand.
‘To use the wedding ring that her husband handed over her when he proposed to her as evidence that she became the woman of an unfaithful man…’
An indescribable sense of her immorality her overtook her. The question of whether she was okay the way she was, even though she knew there was no other way, settled in her mind her. But on the other hand, it became complicated because I remembered a ROM that cared about my mood more than indulging me.
After rinsing herself off with water and finding a fine woolen towel, Oriane left the bathroom. She made sure she still had some time before dinner, pulled out a light dressing gown from her closet, put it on, and opened the book she had received from her rom.
Anyway, for the reason that now I have to buy his favor his.
Without even realizing that it was nothing more than a flimsy excuse.
Along with the fact that the change of Oriane Lemoang is just the beginning.
