Chapter 158 – 15. Reception (8)
The basement’s unique, thick feeling stung my nose. Upon closer inspection of the faint scent, it was not mold or dust. Hey, what kind of person is this eccentric genius of Aragon who neglected all the facilities like ventilation?
After a short kiss, Rome parted his lips and smiled slyly. He stroked the shy new bride’s cheek as if she were cute and whispered in a low voice.
“Isn’t that too hot, ma’am?”
“… Fool.”
It was just before dinner, but it didn’t matter. Her baron her, feeling her desire to covet the lips of her lovely wife, gazed at her. Then she said to her young lady, who crouched down like prey captured by a ferocious beast.
“Lucienne, I can fall as much as I want for you.”
Lucienne, her face blushing like her blush, bowed her head and nodded. The man who did not forget his faithfulness despite the harsh treatment of his wicked wife was reborn as such a decadent man solely for his own sake.
“So don’t doubt it. If you mother and daughter only wished, I could dig deeper into the abyss than I am now. You don’t have to go around her, just tell her husband honestly what you want as her wife her.”
“Romuald…”
“Of course, I wouldn’t mind the coma that my partner has carefully crafted. If that’s what you really want, I’ll gladly accept it.”
Rom, who hugged the young lady’s waist even more, glanced at the nine dancers lined up behind him. He stopped them, who were diligently carrying out the order he had received earlier, with a gesture of his hand.
“Whose bed is it?”
Twin beauties with flowing black hair stepped forward. Her light brown skin, voluptuous yet good-looking breasts and buttocks, and a narrow waist and abs that made a contrast to them were impressive slaves.
“Master Romuald, your hypnotic slave Nicole greets you.”
“Greetings from Rosaria.”
“A chair?”
This time, a slender woman with dark roots and golden hair stepped forward. Among the slaves who fell under hypnosis, she was the only dancer from Gaul, not from Vedas or Aragon. Showing off her alluring shape of her, she introduced me as she bent over her waist.
“Greetings, Claudia.”
“Okay, let’s see how diligently my wife prepared.”
The three dancers moved without a word. The women prepared as gifts for marriage to Lucienne, Lady Lemoang, were basically absolutely obedient. Because they lost their selves in a powerful hypnosis, they didn’t have the strength to refuse orders.
Nicole, Rosaria, and the twins plopped down on the wide floor and braced themselves with their forearms. With only the legs slightly apart, they made a straight line from head to toe. It was often the same posture when doing a bare-body workout.
Next was Claudia. First, she crouched down, bowing her head as if bowing at the feet of the two prostrate women, and sat down like a chair. It was such a slim and beautiful body that even a baron with a considerable physique could lie down without difficulty.
“Oh, was there a pillow?”
“This is Gayatri. Thank you for giving me the honor of daring to be your master’s pillow, a girl with saggy breasts and plump buttocks.”
Gayatri stepped forward with her dark brown hair flowing and knelt at the twins’ bedside. She supported her breasts her, which were so large that she could not hold them all with one hand, and placed them on top of the heads of the two slaves. He smiled as if he could lie on his back her and sleep.
“Don’t forget the foot pads over there.”
“You mean Himena?”
“Huh, since this bitch memorized her name right away, she must have liked it quite a bit, right?”
Lucienne, who began unbuttoning the buttons of the clothes Rome was wearing, lightly scolded. The baron, who did not feel the need to deny it even because of his wife’s disposition his, boldly affirmed it. He grinned and spit out as he gladly responded to the hand that was trying to make me naked.
“Yeah, personally, I was most interested in Ashka and Himena.”
“How can my husband and I have such similar tastes?”
“It’s a compliment, so try sticking your tongue out, ma’am.”
“Whoops, wait a minute.”
After taking off all of her baggy casual clothes in her, she glered at Himena, who was belatedly moving. He tapped insultingly on his fair cheek her beneath his tawny hair her, annoyed.
“Hey, can’t you move quickly?”
“I’m sorry, Master Lucienne.”
“If you’re a fucking bitch, don’t you have to prepare like a foot rug!”
Jimena’s curvaceous body was soon spread out on the floor of the lab. Lucienne, who trampled on her lower belly with her pretty toes, summoned the rest of the slaves as well.
“Asuka, embrace your husband’s cock with more affection than when you kissed your husband.”
“Yes, Master Lucienne.”
“It’s an undeserved honor for a slut slave like you, so do your best.”
The gray-eyed dancer, who drew attention with her curly, rich black hair her, opened her mouth. Whether it is indeed a female who boasts a beautiful appearance and a solid body despite her age, she showed the dignity of an assassin who works for a married woman.
“Master Romuald, I will excuse you for the lowly Ashuka’s marriage.”
“Shriya and Mallika each take one side of the scrotum and suck on the other side deliciously.”
“Yes, thank you for being useful to the stupid bitch Shriya…”
“Master, I will do my best to give you a sense of conquest from Mallika in Angkaljin.”
A dancer with jet-black hair and golden eyes blinking slowly approached. Likewise, a dancer with the same black hair and blue eyes approached from the side. In turn, it was Shriya and Mallika.
“And Amisha, kneel there quietly, and then go back if you think West wants to cum. Like a toilet girl, lick it carefully, insert it deep into your tongue, and then don’t forget to press it down to the prostate in a pleasant way.”
Amisha, with her hair neatly tied, closed her eyes as deep as green jade. He knelt down with his arms her, clearly tattooed in red paint, gathered together, and opened his mouth slightly with only his head her slightly thrown back.
It was the attitude of being ready to lick it at any time, as she commanded.
Finally satisfied, Lucienne smirked and acted cute to her man. Hely pushed his long golden hair deliberately on her and rubbed his cheek on her.
“How is it, don’t you have a wise mother and wife?”
“That’s true…”
“This way, you can enjoy it while kissing me deeply.”
Certainly it did. Rom, who felt a subtle lust for his wife’s devotion to him, took a step forward with a sigh. Gently stepping on Jimena’s large breasts lying on the floor, she climbed onto Nicol and Rosaria’s backs and lay down.
The slaves, who were trained as dancers and assassins, were shown to be able to support the weight of a stout adult man without difficulty, and the baron, lying down with Gayatri’s breasts as a pillow, finally felt like an immoral pleasure.
“Yes, Lucienne.”
The moment that can truly be said to be Ju Ji-ryuk.
“Shouldn’t the bitch who lit it first be responsible?”
“Yes, Mr. West…”
Lucienne obediently replied, shaking her body at her heightened excitement. She was mesmerized by her husband her, who had deliberately given her cold eyes her, and vowed inwardly that she would serve him with more fervor and sincerity. She did so, and at last she offered her kiss, which contained the meaning of erotic love.
Side.
The immoral pleasure continued, albeit intermittently. It was a very special thing to lie down on the dazzling beauties and be absorbed in folding with her wife her, who only looked at me. In the meantime, slaves who had sneaked up on the stiff object at some point even sweetly caressed it.
“Hurup, jjoooook…”
Asuka’s mouth movements with her glans and her were skillful. She didn’t know if it was because she was married, or because she was good at housekeeping, but she was she was. Her soft tongue her licked intensively on sensitive areas, and her drool dripping dancer was disgustingly lascivious.
“Chuuuuu…”
“Hurreup, jjook…”
There was also Shriya and Mallika who rolled her scrotum in her mouth one by one. The two young and fresh dancers clumsily licked the wrinkled areas with their tongues, giving them joy. The incongruity rather became a bonus point, causing a more rapid sense of ejaculation.
“How does it feel to give a cock to a married woman with a son to her husband and kiss her new bride her?”
“Ah, it’s different, it’s different.”
“Do you like it because the young women meticulously lick it with their tongues as if they were mad at the West’s scrotum?”
“All good.”
“Yeah, Lucienne will continue to tame a lot of delicious bitches and bring them to you…”
Slaves have their own flavor. The depraved baron realized how delightful it was to treat women only as tools for the excretion of his desires his. It was the same even though he was willing to be born again because that was what Mrs. Lemoang and the young lady wanted.
It’s a different feeling than when you mix with your wife, young lady, or maid.
In other words, it was a sense of refreshment that only relieved lust, like going to and from the bathroom without any sympathy. So Rom, who enjoyed himself to the fullest and reached his peak his, soon woke up in a bed made up of female bodies. Immediately, the young lady, who knew how to feel and took care of the slaves, sat by her side her and waited satisfactorily.
“Amisya, prepare what I ordered earlier.”
“Yes, Master Lucienne.”
“Other bitches come here and kneel in front of me.”
Eight dancers sat down on their knees, naked. His hypnotized, dazed expression gave him a strange sense of conquest. There was nothing spectacular or spectacular. In the midst of this, the young lady holding her phallus, which stood out like a thick snake, whispered as she pointed it at the faces of the slaves she had dedicated.
“West, West…”
As he pushed Amisha further, who had crawled behind Rom and stuck her tongue in her, giggling.
“Please fill the messy mess of hot, gooey jizz in the comatose prepared by your pussy bitch…”
Crushing her ponytail with her other hand, she was hanging out.
“Please make it terribly dirty so that no matter how much you wash it, it will not wash off. It’s to the point where I can’t concentrate because of these bitches smelling of your cum every time they leave the lab…”
The desire that started pouring out was aimed alternately at the eight dancers. I was delighted with the sight of ejaculating for a minute or two, perhaps thanks to my assistance with Shinbi. Then, at last, he looked down in rapture at the old assassins, who were smeared with a cloudy, turbid liquid as if they were branding them.
She grabbed hold of Amisha’s hair her, who had been neglected all along, and after staining her clean face her with lumps of cum, she was contented and softly grateful.
“I love you honey.”
To rom, who, like me, did not hesitate in the slightest on the path of depravity.
“No matter what the world says, you are my best husband…”
Thanks to you, I can be so happy.
