When Anna, having snapped back to reality, started to follow the man, he was already rounding the landing and climbing the stairs. Anna craned her neck high to look up at him.
His slightly wavy black hair appeared disheveled at first glance, yet it seemed to be his natural style. Beneath the black hair, a straight nose stood out, contrasting with his deep-set eyes. In his every action—stroking the stairs with one hand in his pocket—not a shred of etiquette could be felt.
"Your Excellency."
Catherine called out to him urgently, but the Marquis did not even respond, as if he had not heard her voice. Anna rushed up the stairs as if running to catch up with him, but she could not keep up with the Marquis, let alone the four men following behind him.
Their strides were so wide that even the waiter guiding them had to run, and their actions were unrestrained. They seemed to pay no attention to Catherine, who was running up, clutching her skirt, or even Anna. In fact, from the moment they entered the hallway, the waiter's presence became unnecessary. After all, the Grand Duke's secretary was pacing anxiously at the door.
The Marquis's unrestrained steps came to a halt just a few steps before the door. The steps of the four men following behind him also came to a sudden halt, as if by magic.
Upon witnessing the Marquis, the Grand Duke's secretary turned deathly pale, as if he were about to faint. He was not the only one who turned pale. As the boisterous sound of footsteps ceased all at once, silence approached as if it had materialized, and amidst that silence, a very awkward sound began to emerge.
"Ah... mmm...!"
"Do you like it? Are you this wet because you like it?"
"Haaah, yes, yes, Your Highness..."
"More, more... suck more, more."
It seemed as though the scene beyond the door was clearly visible.
The Marquis let out a hollow laugh, as if dumbfounded. He let out a low chuckle for quite some time, then ran his hand across his face and whispered softly to his secretary.
"Say hello quickly and open the door."
"Ah, Your Excellency..."
“Open the door.”
At the sudden change in attitude, the Grand Duke's secretary stared at Catherine, who was standing at a distance, grasping at straws.
Catherine quickly pushed Anna's back.
By nature, a fist close by is more fearsome than a powerful figure far away. This place was Felphe, and Grand Duke Felphe's secretary was closer than the young Marquis of Luxen.
It was then that Anna, having been pushed along by chance, fell between the four men following the Marquis. The Marquis, who had been looking straight ahead the whole time, turned around. Then, he opened his mouth toward the owner of the Armand Rose mansion and the old prostitute.
“Do you have the keys?”
He laughed when not only Catherine but even Anna, who was right next to him, just moved her lips as if her throat were blocked.
Was the unrestrained black hair a device for this smile? The pupils within the deep-set eyes were surprisingly blue, and a small dimple appeared beneath the elegant, curved lips.
That laughter made the rugged, mature woman look like a girl, and for a moment, made her forget all the dangerous things she had sensed from him.
After catching people off guard like that, he slowly nodded his head.
"Yes."
Then, he looked straight ahead at the road.
Anna, and indeed everyone gathered there, held their breath, feeling as if they were standing on a knife-edge.
"Aah, ha, Your Highness, Your Highness...!"
The problem was that the beings beyond the door, whom they desperately wanted to realize this precariousness, were intoxicated with pleasure.
Oscar walked leisurely toward the door from which a deafening noise was incessantly leaking. He then stared at the door, giving one last look at the consequences of his actions and the associated opportunity costs.
The review was not very long.
Oscar shoved his hands into his pockets. Then, as he signaled to the men standing behind him, they walked toward the firmly closed door as if they had been waiting.
Bang!
He opened the door to the room where the Grand Duke was staying far too easily.
With every sway of her plump buttocks, the nasal moans grew more explicit. As the man gripped her breasts so tightly it seemed as if to tear them apart, the woman rubbed and rubbed her vulva, which was gripping his penis tightly.
"Hah... more... more.... shake it more."
At the man's command, the woman pinned underneath moved even more violently.
"Good, good, Your Highness!"
Meanwhile, the woman sitting at the head of the man, Grand Duke of Baden, rose to her feet. Then, she poured the condensed milk, prepared for dipping strawberries, onto her chest. The viscous white liquid flowed along her swollen breasts and formed a rounded glistening at the tips of her nipples.
As the Grand Duke of Baden's eyes, already clouded with passion, stared intently at the sight, the woman placed her breast, wet with milk, into his mouth and whispered softly.
"Your Highness, it is Armand Rose."
Round, white breasts, milky white liquid scattered on rose-red areolas.
The Grand Duke stuck out his tongue and began searching for her breasts, as if he had forgotten that he was the Prince of Felphe and the President of Felphe Bank. Ignoring the fact that his face was covered in milk, he clutched her breasts with both hands and licked them again and again, and the woman let out pleasant moans.
"Haa... ah... I like it."
She dared to stroke the Grand Duke's head and gave an order.
"Suck... suck me."
At the whore's command, the Grand Duke began sucking her breasts as if he had been waiting for this moment. While the Grand Duke, who had been sucking deeply enough to make his cheeks sink in, moved on to sucking another breast, the person with their genitals pressed against his lapped his chest.
"Haa, ah, ah..."
As the Grand Duke breathed heavily, reaching his climax, another orgy was unfolding beside him.
The lewd sounds of wet flesh slapping together and erotic moans for the listeners heated the air of the room. The velvet sofa, which was practically a work of art, had long been soaked and soiled with bodily fluids of unknown origin. The clothes of the distinguished guests, who had been trying their best to act like gentlemen, lay scattered on the floor like rags, and the expensive liquor, costing hundreds of kertes a single drop, flowed away as it was passed from mouth to mouth.
At this moment, no one in their right mind was in this room where astronomical sums of money were flowing out. That is why, even though the door opened with such a loud noise, no one was able to assess the situation.
Oscar watched with a smile as the men mated like dogs, having cast aside their dignity, clothes, and reason. He waved away those trying to follow him, then entered the room of revelry with leisurely steps, and the Grand Duke's secretary hurriedly closed the door.
Oscar sat opposite the Grand Duke, who was panting, having surrendered his entire body to two prostitutes. While Oscar lit a cigarette, the Grand Duke's secretary made every effort to wake his master from his daze.
“Your Highness, Your Highness!”
The Grand Duke, who was continuing his thrusting in a state of climax, became irritable at the hand patting his back.
"What!"
"Your Highness, please..."
"Who gave you permission to come in!"
The secretary pointed forward, half-crying, and the eyes of the Grand Duke, as well as the guests, followed his finger.
There was a man there smoking a cigarette in a slouching posture with one leg crossed over the other.
Oscar laughed to himself in the flowing silence, then spoke to the Grand Duke.
"Please finish what you were doing. I just need to wait a little while."
No sooner had the low voice filled with mockery ended than the Grand Duke hurriedly pulled his penis out of the prostitute's pussy. At the same time, milky white semen gushed out from the bright red tip of his penis. The prostitutes, who had been engaging in all sorts of acts with their legs spread, also hurriedly.
It caused a commotion, and the guests who had been engaging in an orgy next to the Grand Duke were busy gathering their discarded underwear.
In the midst of the chaos, the alcohol on the table spilled, and the glasses shattered.
"I said take your time, everyone."
Smoke exhaled half-heartedly and a joking tone. An arrogant face that was clearly smiling but looked rather chilling.
Grand Duke Baden, who had been scrambling to put on the underwear his secretary had prepared for him, came to a sudden halt. As if struck by a thought, he tossed the underwear in his hand onto the floor and straightened his back. Then, glaring menacingly at the young Marquis who was still smoking in a slouching posture, he spat out his words.
“Everyone get out.”
At that, the guests and prostitutes he had brought moved as if they had been waiting. As they swarmed out, barely covering their naked bodies, the Grand Duke suddenly grabbed only the arm of the woman who was pinned beneath him.
“Um, Your Highness?”
"You just sit down and pour the drinks."
Then, wearing nothing but a robe, he plopped down on the sofa where they had been having sex. Leaning deeply back against the backrest, he beckoned his finger toward his secretary, who quickly offered him a cigarette. As he took a long drag on his cigarette, adopting a posture just as lax as Oscar sitting in front of him, the secretary whispered the news he hadn't been able to convey into his ear.
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