/
Is the highlight of the banquet on the last day? (22) – unedited
“Let go of me!”
“Madam, keep your dignity.”
Guernia moved only one finger to suppress Chenin’s limbs on the bed. She could use magic.
“Madam? That sounds funny. Everyone in this mansion knows that you don’t treat me like a superior!”
“But I can’t say, ‘Behave, you hillbilly!’”
Chenin’s abusive language followed with screams, but Guernia only had the maids quietly carry the food.
From the time the preparations for the banquet began in earnest, until today, the second day of the banquet, for a week, Chenin’s stress reached a climax as she could not even step out of this room.
She hysterically destroys everything in the room and bursts into tears in despair as everyone rejoices at the banquet.
As a tool to relieve Chenin’s feelings of falling into her abyss, her handmaid was suffering from all sorts of disgrace.
“Did you bitch whisper to Count Abitz? To lock me up here! Bullshit about the Countess like that!”
Above the maid’s stomach, Chenin picked up a piece of glass that was commonly rolling on the floor of her and lifted it high. The maid, who saw the sharp tip, screamed and closed her eyes tightly.
Then Chenin’s body fell on the bed.
“Madam, you’re being a disgrace.”
Guernia has come.
“If it’s food, they’re fucking overflowing, why are you here?!”
Bam–
As the door closed, Chenin’s body was freed. Throwing away the piece of glass she was holding, she sat across the bed and stared at Guernia. But Guernia is not alone.
“Ha. Did you bring him back again?”
A man, no, a boy? With freckles and brown hair. Well, it doesn’t matter. Unfortunately, he is caught in Guernia’s beastly claws and will die soon.
“What a big deal. The same guy for two days. There is no more man who will give their body to the old chief attendant?”
“Speak whatever you want. Because there are many men. But not this one. I like it.”
“The man you bitch says you can feel an orgasm just by looking at him?”
“I will see him tomorrow. Eat the best thing last.”
Guernia led the man to the sofa. Before long, Guernia’s unpleasant moans resounded along with a muffled sound.
Chenin looked at the man who was donating his penis under Gernia with unimpressed eyes.
“You will be sucked to death.”
“Haht, ang, ang! Huu, good! Don’t say, uht, strange things, haakh, aren’t you going?”
Guernsey’s man eating was very famous within the mansion. They see new men coming in and out of her room every night, and she can deal with up to five people at a time.
Count Abitz was also familiar with Guernia’s secret hobbies, but took no action. Rather, it was more accurate to say that he has left it to her will.
However, the strange thing is that after a few days, all the men who had slept with Guernia all had their blood sucked and found as corpses. The places they were found were not uniform. Whether it’s washed up in a river, someone’s chimney, or in the middle of a field… There was no relation anywhere.
But Chenin knew. That they all slept with Guernia.
She has even made blatant requests to Chenin, saying that she would bring a man in and ask her to watch the door as if it was not worth hiding.
On a day like today, in the midst of a banquet, there was no proper place to have sex, so she brought a man to the room where Chenin was imprisoned. She selected a few handsome employees and brought them in in the order she liked.
On her first day, as many as four employees mingled with her, and that boy, from the first day, remains under Guernia to this day.
“Hmm.”
After the banquet on the first day, the sex continued until late in the morning, and Guernia was exhausted and fell asleep.
Chenin approached him secretly and told him about Guernia.
“You run away. That witch won’t leave a drop of your blood on your body.”
“…….”
She didn’t tell him to help the man. It’s just to screw Guernia once. If he runs away before she does anything with him, she’ll probably get angry all the way to the top of her head. Wrinkles will burrow deep.
The man nodded his head hard, looking very tired. He didn’t seem to understand exactly what Chenin was talking about.
“Idiot.”
As Chenin spoke, the man’s lifeless, hazy eyes approached.
“… It is my first time seeing you?”
He wasn’t saying, ‘Isn’t it too much to curse at the first meeting?!’ He seems to be from the Abitz family, but he didn’t see her throughout the banquet.
Chenin immediately understood, and again a burning fire erupted from the depths of her chest.
“You’re not the kind of person I can make eye contact with. I am the countess. Do you understand?!”
Unlike Chenin, who shouted, Evan’s reaction, who was already half-awake, was only lukewarm.
“Why aren’t you attending the banquet?”
“Shut it.”
“Aren’t you bored?”
“Keep that mouth shut!”
Eventually, Chenin raised her hand to slap the man on the cheek. Before long, there was the sound of the flesh clapping. But Chenin’s palm did not even touch the man’s cheek.
The man who appeared to be clapping helplessly opened his mouth again as if he knew what she was going to do.
“Aah, that’s right. The coolest thing comes out at the end.”
“… What?”
“People will be waiting. The Countess’ beautiful appearance.”
“…….”
“Well, the last day of the banquet where the Countess appears will be the highlight.”
Chenin couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t utter a single swear word at the man who was talking without knowing anything.