Chapter 71 – 7. Wife, Lady, Maid (1)
Chivalry, a life of discipline.
She never chased anything like that. It was definitely like that in a previous life that went farther than the name of the past. Because it was a good time. It was terribly inflexible. Even though I could have lived happily and happily if I just put down the notions of justice and morality.
‘Romuald, I loved you…’
It’s something that comes to mind from time to time. It’s like that when I do a retrospective without even realizing it. But it’s not that I’m regretting that I was foolish about those days. Rather, he is grateful that he is who he is now because of that time.
Causation and retribution.
However, the world does not always run according to absolute truth. Good people are not always rewarded, and there is no law that says bad people are always judged. In the first place, the distinction between good and evil is ambiguous. The deeper you delve, the more so.
That’s why Rom willingly accepted his corruption.
It wasn’t that I let go of everything and live on my own in desperation. He only pursued his ambition by following his long-suppressed desire and primitively innate instinct. In order to obtain the wife he longed for and everything in the world.
If it’s a life that is towed by reason and will, it’s because I’ve already experienced enough.
It was therefore a night of pleasure. Rome, who had been with her Lucienne from late afternoon until evening, ordered her to tidy up her mess right after her. Amidst her relentless bullying, I rolled my eyes at the fainting young lady and slapped her on the buttocks to get out of her seat.
It was already time for everyone to leave work, but there were still some maids roaming the hallways as there had been no instructions. Nevertheless, unlike before, Rom did not care about them and proudly passed them by.
As a new aristocrat from the north and a man who would marry Orianne Lemoang, so that he could now enjoy the strange rumors his disheveled clothes would bring, he proudly visited the Margrave’s bedroom. He knocked on the door, pretended to be there, and before he could get an answer, he grabbed the doorknob and entered the room.
“Have you been, Mr. Seo?”
She was greeted by a woman standing under the light of an ornate chandelier. Even when she suddenly entered the room, she welcomed her with a soft voice, and she was in sign language. She was Oriane, dressed up more luxuriously than usual to celebrate the joyous and happy day.
Her hair was curled up so that her white nape was exposed, makeup that was thick but not overdone, a bustier corset that accentuated her voluptuous breasts and narrow waist, lace panties made of fabric that was so thin that her detailed pubic hair was clearly visible , and her beautiful legs. High heels that stand out even more.
“Today, I will serve you with love. Orianne Lemoang, the wife of a motherfucker who only looks at you, will greet you now.”
Oriane grinned as she made a pretty heart shape with her hands on her belly. Then, with a clatter, Rom walked up to her seat and kissed her right cheek. It was only after leaving a thick purple Rouge mark that he took it off and whispered in my ear.
“Please treat the inexperienced female to your heart’s content. Before the soon-to-be wedding, please give me a proper cum-draining bridal class. I will learn diligently so that I can become a companion that is not ashamed of you. I will serve you with utmost sincerity.”
Before long, she was a couple of steps away from her and bowed her head at the slightest movement of her. She bent her back again. Then she discreetly got down on her knees. All the while she did not take her eyes off Rom for a moment, giving her affectionate glance. And she bowed her head one last time.
“It’s extraordinary.”
At first she just lifted her skirt for her family crisis. Then she gave her body as collateral for the future of the North or her daughter, who would be left alone. But not anymore. At this moment, Oriane was submitting purely for her own sake.
“It was intentional, but it feels good. I feel like I am being rewarded for all my hard work.”
Indeed simply because it was good.
“I don’t even dare. Rom deserves this kind of treatment simply because he is my sister-in-law. So, if there is anything you want, please let me know. I wouldn’t dare throw up.”
The female raised her head and gave a longing eye smile. I carefully examined the intentions of the person I was looking up at, and was genuinely delighted to read that he was satisfied. I added words because I wanted to keep making you feel that way.
“If it’s okay, would you like to relieve your fatigue first?”
Rom nodded. Then Oriane rose from her seat and brought her hands to her navel her. Like her maid serving her customers her, I guided him to the chair next to the bed I was lying on, and gently reached out and undressed him before sitting down.
“Please sit comfortably. For the cushion, I prepared all the underwear I usually wear. If you need something to wipe while you are resting, please use it as a substitute.”
As she said, the chair she had prepared was lined with layers of soft lingerie folded neatly. Laughing at the unexpected hospitality, Rome sat back comfortably and spoke to Oriane, who knelt down in front of him again.
“You’re doing a lot of things today, aren’t you? I think I was struggling with how to make myself happy.”
“It is only natural for a female bride-to-be to fawn on her new groom her…”
And it was foreplay time. Oriane brought her thin, delicate fingers to Rome’s scrotum and immediately massaged them. She trembled with her charms, gently kneading her seminal vesicles, which had just recently vomited seeds to ejaculate into her daughter’s womb her.
“I’ll give you my lips… ?”
Things that were already stiff, so no other action was needed. She pursed her purple lips and tilted her head without hesitation. She left a dark mark on her glans with a jingle. In the meantime, she was pacing her scrotum nonstop.
“Umm, side…”
Abandoning himself as an elegant aristocrat, he degenerated into a tool that could be used by Rom. While not forgetting to give her a sense of conquest with her eyes full of reverence, she led her to celestial pleasures while occasionally having obscene conversations.
“Somehow, it’s stickier and smellier than usual…”
“I was bored while you waited, so I played with another bitch.”
Oriane hesitated for a moment. The memory of her serving her as her daughter her to her when her hypnosis was released has long since disappeared. Her polite response her, therefore, was not in anticipation that the other bitch Rom had spoken of would be her daughter her.
“How rude…”
Basically, the relationship between the two is a couple. Naturally, what he said could be regarded as an insulting affair, depending on the acceptance. Of course, in the case of a wife who raised her eyebrows fiercely like my daughter, even that was not the case.
“It’s a pity that you don’t even clean when you’ve been given the honor of being able to be used as Seo-Bang-nim’s dick house.”
“Oh, is it that way?”
“Sure. I’m curious about what kind of girl she is. If you are a maid in the citadel, let me know. I’ll give you a hard scolding. It also teaches us how to lead by example.”
In a fit of rage, Oriane rubbed Rome’s cock her against her cheek her. He gathered her saliva and dripped it as if to wash away the white, dry cum and her love juice her. Soon after, she licked every nook and cranny with her long tongue and deposited it in her mouth along with the love juice of an unknown woman.
“Don’t swallow it right away. Do it after counting to ten. I want to watch the lofty Marquis Marquis collect and taste the dregs of his cum.”
“Ugh, yeah…”
She counted the heat in her heart and gulped at her daughter’s inaction her.
“By the way, you don’t seem to care much about what you did with other girls, do you?”
“If you are a dignified person like Mr. Seo, it is right to have as many females as you want. It’s not that I’m not jealous, but I’ll do my part no matter how many squirt channels you put in…”
“What duty do you mean?”
“Of course, obeying you, my father…”
Oriane kissed her head again and again. Perfectly cultivated obedience was very beautiful.
“Look, Mr. West.”
As I added, there was nothing that was not commendable.
“It looks like it’s rolled up so you can hold my hair and handle it when you want. It’s easy to hold and pretty hair. So does makeup. You like my bare face, but if possible, I wanted to show you my mouth and throat full of enjoyment and smeared with tears. Then I think I can give you satisfaction.”
“Definitely lovely.”
“I studied hard and prepared myself. However, I still think there is a lot more to learn. So, I will keep going. I won’t lose to a polite female slut so that I can become a bride who is suitable for Mr. Seo’s companion… !”
Rome finally burst out laughing. It was because she was very happy to spit it out without knowing that the female of her topic was her daughter her, Lucienne. I expected Oriane’s reaction, who she would find out about it in the near future.
“Your spirits are great. From now on, I can leave the cleaning up to you.”
“If you call me anytime, I will clean thoroughly.”
A coquettish voice filled the room. Even so, the hands that comfortably kneaded Rome’s scrotum, following their duties her, did not stop again.
“Okay, kissing is fine, so keep kneading and say dirty things.”
“How about a fresher stimulus?”
“Which?”
“My underwear, the rough feeling, would be perfect for masturbation. If you’ve had an affair before, you’re probably in a pretty monotonous mood by now…”
Oriane winked at him as if asking him to wake up. Shrugging her shoulders, Rome pulled her up and brought her underwear, which she had offered as her cushion her. At the same time, she knelt down on her knees, she got under his crotch her, and it was only after she turned around that she explained the service I would do.
“Please do not hesitate and enjoy. And if you don’t mind, please soak my underwear in Seo Bang-nim’s cum. I will wear it without washing it to let you know that Lemoang’s Oriane belongs to Rom-sama.”
“It’s fine.”
The level was high enough to give a sense of conquest. Oriane, who she finally thought was the time, started licking Rom’s back her. He kissed her as if he had fallen in love with her, as he had done before her, and stuck out his tongue her.
“Hueup, hehe…”
So he touched her prostate her. In her outstretched right hand her, she held her own underwear, wrapped it around her glans her, and stroked it to enjoy the tactile sensation.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…”
Stimulation so intense that even a rom with a lot of patience can’t stand it for long and feel the ejaculation.
It was truly a paradise.
