Chapter 5 Descend

The sunset closed the last ray of rays of rays, and the raven called the night. The loyal servants lit up the oil lamps in front of the gate of the ancient mansion one by one, and the copper bells reflecting the dark matte light woke up at night, making a sound, and the graceful butler guided the guests as always, grasping the right measure between arrogance and pinching. The welcome and sending out the spring breeze. This is the foundation of an ancient family, which is definitely not comparable to some proud nouveau riche.

In the eyes of guests, only ancient families like the Peter family are qualified to be called nobles, while nouveau riche is self-evident... But I heard that the eldest daughter of the nouveau riche is pretty good?

The Peter family never concealed their desire for power, nor did they conceal their greed for beauty. Behind their arrogance, they naturally had the strength and confidence to match them. There were always many ambitions of changemakers in history, intending to shake the status of these nobles, but in the end, they failed without exception, were charged with rebels, and were buried in the torrent of the times. Their reputation was defiled, their property was confiscated, and their female relatives were occupied.

In fact, many maids in the Peter family came from those once prominent defeated families. Of course, in addition to their routine daily work, they also had a special mission.

Everyone knows that even the maids in the Peter family are above the standard. Maybe an ordinary maid who wipes the chandelier in the house was once a daughter-in-law.

You can anger the Queen, but never provoke the Peter family. This is the consensus of all the playboys in Linhai City.

Of course, there are also forgetful people who just can't remember this sentence, and their names are engraved on the tombstone.

In the magnificent living room, under the dim and ambiguous light, two pure plain colors were dotted on several shriveled and thin bodies. The young sex slave nurses were doing the most professional care for several white-haired old men in the most professional posture. They consciously squatted under the old man's crotch, rolled up their hips, and their white skirts were fluttering. Their soft breasts were kneaded into various shapes in the thick palms covered with blue veins. Their pussy was working hard to soothe the old and strong penis, and their lustful moans filled every corner of the hall.

They were sex slaves who surrendered to the Peter family, and their name was Emma and Tifa.

The sex slaves who sat upright under the master's crotch and twisted their graceful waist suddenly trembled slightly, their eyes narrowed tightly, and their mouths were moaning subtle and long syllables. The cheeks were red, and they brewed a slightly satisfied look of shyness. At a glance, you can tell that the pair of sex slave nurses who were like their sisters had been ejaculated at the same time and reached orgasm.

A crisp slap popped up on his butt, and the two young girls who had just been sex slaves understood it. They climbed under the crotch of the next master and continued to accept a new round of infringement.

Pudun was still in the naked nightgown, and the red wine in his hand swayed in the dark night through the moonlight, and asked softly: So, did the medicine get in as I told me?

Tifa: Mix... Mixed in... Ah, Ah, Ah, Master, please slow down... Ah, Ah, I was very careful when dispensing medicine. She wouldn't... not discover...

Emma: That medicine...what is that medicine used for?Ah, Ah, Ah, Master...I...I know I'm wrong, I... won't ask anymore, Ah, Ah,...I'm going to climax again, Emma is going to make the masters cum inward again!

Pton: If you have a soul contract, you don’t want to leak the secrets. Haven’t you been taking care of Helena?Should the relationship be very good?

Emma: Miss Helena has always been very... very good to us...

Pton: Then should you be good sisters with her in the future?

Emma said in confusion: What good sisters?

Tifa, who was beside him, patted his friend's shoulders and pointed to his pussy that was being fucked, everything was silent.

Emma suddenly realized, and covered her mouth with tenderness, her face full of disbelief.

That arrogant but approachable Miss Helena wants to become a sex slave to the Peter family like herself?

The old nobleman, who was in a state of great pleasure, noticed the little sex slaves hesitated, pinched the little waist in front of him with one hand, shook violently with all his strength, bullying the two young slaves to the point of trembling. Emma and Tifa had no time to look around, so they had to calm down and be fucked wholeheartedly.

A hint of obscene dislike appeared on Pudton's face, and drank the red wine in his glass in one sip, feeling despised: These old people are living a little more comfortable life...

Helena, who was leaning against the bedside reading a book for no reason, sneezing and muttering: Who is saying bad things about me behind my back?

She looked at the wall clock on the wall, rubbed her eyebrows tiredly, pinned a bookmark between the pages, closed the heavy classics and placed them aside, took out the medicine box from the drawer, and poured herself a glass of warm water.

The brown-haired woman, who had not recovered for a long time, carefully unscrewed the medicine box, poured all the pills into the mouth of Sandalwood without even looking at it, and swallowed it with a mouthful of warm water. She laughed at herself as a medicine jar, and was too lazy to care about what medicine she took, and she couldn't cure her body anyway.

Helena looked at the bright moonlight outside the window, remembering the lost figure when Botton left that day, and felt bitter in her heart. Which woman doesn’t want to stay with her lover forever?

Besides, this is her first love.

But she was about to die... She couldn't give him happiness... It would be better to let each other go...

A strange numb touch suddenly appeared in the private parts between the legs, which stirred the heartstrings. Helena gritted her teeth. Why did she come more and more frequently recently?

She just felt it was getting harder to control her body.

She glanced secretly at the wardrobe, thinking of that ridiculous midnight, and indescribable thoughts arose in her heart.

She wanted to wear that gorgeous deep purple evening dress again. After all, she was a girl of spring. Who wouldn't want to wear a beautiful dress and long skirt?

Although that cut is more erotic than any dress she has ever seen... But what does that matter? She is the only one in this room!

She wears it for herself, can't it?

Helena, who convinced herself, quietly locked the door, feeling uneasy, like a child who had stolen candy at home.

She was a little anxious to open the closet, took out the wooden box hidden in the corner, took off her clothes and bras and underwear, stuffed them around the bedside, and carefully tied the dark thong that was extremely fabric-free to her waist. The luxurious skirt that coexisted with solemnity and debauchery was decorated on the cool and elegant Saint-level female swordsman, setting off the exquisite and convex curves. Not to mention men, I am afraid that women will still be moved.

Helena couldn't help but gently hold her completely exposed right breast with her left hand, and her slender jade fingers flew up and down, playingfully fiddling with her bright red and straight nipples due to the touch of spring heart. Her right hand had already sneaked into the half-covered lower body without authorization, picked up the thin triangle fabric, closed her two fingers, outlined Qiǎnquǎn, and carefully repaired her own vibrant mysterious garden.

As the eldest daughter of the Patton family, Helena has received the most orthodox lady etiquette training since childhood. She occasionally masturbates after her body matures. Due to her self-pride, she has always tried it casually and never indulged her lust. It was not until she wore this naked skirt that she truly faced her desire as a woman for the first time. Anyway, she has dressed like this, and she still needs to worry about the complicated lady rules?

She satisfied herself to the fullest, and released the girl's heart that had been suppressed for many years. The spring water was flooding, and the wet triangle fabric was tightly attached to the vagina, and a vivid three-dimensional beautiful abalone pattern was printed. The two fingers pulled out from the crotch were slightly broken, and several sticky silk threads were pulled out. She slowly moved her jade finger to the tip of her nose and sniffed for a moment, then handed it straight into the sandalwood mouth to suck. She stared at the pretty figure in the glass with blurred eyes, and felt that masturbating in this dress was more comfortable than before, curled up in the quilt and playing with herself shyly.

At this moment, she was not the eldest daughter of the Patton family, the holy swordsman called the Rose of Thorns, the mature and steady sister, or the leader who needed calmness at that moment, she was just a girl masturbating, like many normal girls, she was alone in a room on a lonely night, comforting herself.

She gasped in a hurry, imagining her lover's cock breaking into her fertile virgin land, sweating profusely and working hard.

A graceful lady, moaning...

The climax came unexpectedly, and the refreshing pleasure of sexual pleasure gradually faded away. Helena, who was dancing in the clouds, returned to the world. She regained some rationality. When she remembered the second gift box that Pudun sent, she began to be curious about what was inside, so that Pudun asked her to open it alone?

And that line of words seemed to be added later?

She decided to find out what happened. The wooden cover was opened, and it was two oval spherical instruments made of unknown materials, a pair of gems inlaid with gems, a few lines of commentary, and a letter that seemed to be placed casually.

Helena frowned. She knew the Peter family and would never place a letter paper at will. Since there was no grid for the letter paper in the box, it means that this was put in secret?

She carefully confirmed that there was nothing unusual in the box before she carefully opened the envelope.

The first sentence in the letter: If you can see these words, it means that you are Helena Patton himself. Please read and remember the contents of the letter as soon as possible. This letter will be destroyed by itself in five minutes.

Helena is not unfamiliar with this. This is a magical letter commonly used in the army to convey important information. But why do the letters Peter's family needs to be kept so confidential?

Five minutes later, a blue flame ignited on the letter, and the embers scattered in the air, as if this secret letter had never existed. Helena recalled what she said in the letter in absurd way, and felt an extremely absurd feeling, but it seemed reasonable to link the signs in the imperial capital recently.

She turned her eyes to the utensils and ornaments in the box, and her red lips were tightly pursed...

I don’t know if it was because of the wooden box opening, a faint fragrance began to spread from the bedroom of the ward. Helena remembered that when she opened the wooden box of the dress last time, she seemed to have such a faint fragrance. If it weren’t for the letter just now, she would have only thought it was the aromatherapy used by the nobles.

She pondered for a moment, and had made a decision in her heart. She did not hold her breath and let the fragrance invade her body.

Illusions abound, and it was the leader of the monster who had long died under her sword. He imitated the language of the human race and whispered to induce him quietly along the edge of his ears.

Helena, do you want to watch your dead subordinates continue to lose their wronged souls?

Helena, you want to survive, right?

Helena, Bolton is also a member of the Peter family. As long as you become a sex slave of the Peter family, you can be together.

Helena, a woman who has been played with by men, is considered a real woman.

Helena, let go of your ridiculous self-esteem, surrender, fall, sink, the goddess will redeeate your soul.

The focus in his pupils gradually dissipated, Helena looked calm and confused, muttering to herself: I...I am willing to accept training, I am willing to become a...sex slave of the Peter family, I want to give Botton a...suspect...

The monster leader nodded with satisfaction, pointed at the wooden box, and smiled: Then start with these.

Helena involuntarily took out two elliptical spheres of different sizes and similar shapes from the wooden box lattice. She started with a cold hand and seemed to have some magic fluctuations inside. She numbly recited the commentary text: These two utensils are called vibrators, one is put into the vagina, and the other is placed in the anus, and it needs to be worn at least eight hours a day.

Monster leader: Well, it's very good, then hurry up and stuff it in.

According to the instructions, Helena hooked her fingers and raised her fingertips to make her feel wet. She pushed the triangle fig cloth on the thong to one side. The cold and smooth vibrator rolled through the thorns, flowed through the trickle, stretched open the labia, and slipped into the warm acupoint. The huge temperature difference stimulation made Helena's lower body twitch. The sensitive and fragile pussy inevitably flooded, and the surging love fluid leaked out of the dam, sliding down the inner side of her thighs, forming a pool of crystal water stains at her ankles, but her movements did not happen.With a slight pause, the flesh walls of the private parts tightly clamped the vibrator, while the thin belt lurking between the two strands was pulled high. The remaining vibrator took the opportunity to squeeze into the asshole that was excreted by filth until it was completely hidden in the round buttocks. Another feast of ice and fire intertwined. The woman's most private holes were filled with foreign objects, which made Helena, the well-behaved beauty, have an unprecedented novel feeling. After all, she is a conservative woman who is awkward even masturbating, and her resistance to this aspect is almost zero.

Among the bright red rose-style ornaments, each of them is inlaid with a crystal clear and transparent deep purple gem, which is consistent with the evening dress of his body. It is obviously a pair of breasts carefully created for Helena. The breast ring ruthlessly circles the blood-congested nipples. The purple gems flash with mysterious light, and sways the flowing track as the jade breasts sway, presenting this sexually abused beauty to the extreme. It is not so much a luxurious accessories prepared by the Peter family for Helena, but rather a precious gift from Helena to all men.

The right breast of the cherry is covered by the bright red color, and the faint light and phantom are confused and intoxicated, but it is more exciting than when completely exposed. It makes people unable to help but be distracted and imagine it. If the five fingers are deeply trapped in the soft flesh, how can they linger in the wonderful feel?

The lonely rose blooms in the cold ward, emitting the fragrance of life, blooming with sadness, and making people drool.

Even the greatest poet on the Eternal Continent cannot praise her beauty, and even the most outstanding painter on the Eternal Continent cannot depict her mèi. At this moment, she is so... unique...

She wandered at the end of her life, purely slutty...

The monster leader was stunned when he saw it. After a while, he recovered and sneered: Beautiful lady, now, please allow me to punish you on behalf of those dead souls!

Helena said in a daze: Helena is willing to be punished...

The monster leader actually covered his chest with one hand like a human being: As you wish, the noble Miss Helena.After saying that, he snapped his fingers gently.

The fierce and violent hurricane blew up in the vagina and the anus without any warning. It roared angrily, it trembled wildly, it ravaged mercilessly, it proclaimed itself as king in a wild manner, it wanted to dominate everything about this pity woman, and it wanted to enslave her.

She was in heat...

Lust instantly swept every inch of her body. The many worries in her mind were swept away with the storm, leaving only the attachment to carnality. The lady's reserve she had always adhered to fell apart, and her desire for sexual matters dispelled her only rationality. She wanted to enjoy the happiness of being a woman in the last time of her life.

She moaned...

The most exciting pleasure was written into the most wonderful music. The girl's moans played the most beautiful notes. All kinds of vulgar words that were ashamed to speak in the past were spoken one by one from the mouth of the tongue, becoming more and more unscrupulous. She had never entered the land of romance, but now she was more like a prostitute than a prostitute who was selling spring in a brothel.

She squirted...

The vibrator slutty tools that raged in the two holes easily controlled her lower body. The erosion of the mèi medicine destroyed her mental defense like a destruction. Every nerve under her crotch carried the pleasure of orgasm, and it shot out from the vagina like spring water, bringing the nourishment of the rainy season to the dry bedroom. The inner side of the legs was flowing endlessly, and the deep purple net stockings were hung with crystal bead curtains, and the air was filled with obscene aura.

She stared at the girl with orgasms in the mirror, her mouth was curled up in a charming curve, and said with a slight smile: Look, Helena, it turns out that this is the real you.

She recalled the shameful position she had when she masturbated for the first time in this dress. She bent down in front of the mirror again, shamelessly lifted her round little butt, the hem of the dress slipped down to one side, and the wet triangle lace piece was vaguely rhythmic under the wet triangle lace sheet. She climbed to the top of the paradise again and again in the crazy trembling of the two vibrators.

To endure, or to enjoy the storm of lust caused by the resonance of foreign objects in the two acupoints.

She is as beautiful as a goddess walking on earth, as lustful as a bitch with a erotic buttocks looking for pleasure...

She took off her shoulders of burden, and she finally lived without restraint. She was just a woman, a woman named Helena.

From the bottom of the gift box, she found a magic contract with her name written on it...

At about six o'clock every day, the maids on duty would place breakfast on time on the dining room table. From the temperature of coffee to the placement of tableware, there has been no deviation for decades, because the owner of this house is Carl. Everyone knows that Carl is a very law-abiding person. Otherwise, how could he become the speaker of the Council in the complex sacred alliance of all forces?

With such a rule-abiding master, the servants naturally cannot surpass it.

Carl picked up the morning newspaper, took a rough look at the headlines in the newspaper, and took a small sip of coffee gracefully, from temperature to concentration.

When he arrived at the three-quarters of the sugar cube, everything was nodded from the past. He was always picky and nodded with satisfaction, but when he was facing the steaming fragrant roasted bacon and vegetable sandwich, he seemed a little worried.

After all, he is old and his appetite is not as good as before.

He picked up the knife, cut the sandwich into small pieces, took a few bites, and then ordered the maids to take the plate down, facing the young chefs who were trepidated and chuckled: It’s not that you’ve done a bad job, but that’s because the government has been busy recently, which has affected your appetite.

Being kind to his servants is also his rule...

A maid hurried in and reported: Master, Lord Brighton is visiting.

Carl took out a plain white napkin and wiped his mouth, and ordered: Let him come in, you all retreat for the time being, I will not come in.

The servants answered in unison, and they walked out of the door one by one, with only morning newspapers, coffee, and old men in the old age...

A middle-aged man with clear contours and a firm expression, wearing soft armor and a long sword on his waist, stepped straight into the room without asking any worries, and said in a deep voice: I have never heard of Helena in our plan too!

Carl raised his eyebrows, then lowered his eyes and sighed: Old friend, why don’t you sit down and talk slowly?

Brighton didn't say anything, and pushed the long sword in the sheath with his thumb for about an inch. Eight benches on both sides of the dining table were shattered in response to the sound, turning into powder. The great sword master's power of the sword was so fierce.

When the guards outside the door heard the movement, they hurriedly entered and asked, but they saw the Speaker in the main seat and said slowly: Didn’t I say that I didn’t tell you not to come in?

The guards looked at each other and had to leave the room in disappointment.

Carl: Are you relieved?My table and chairs are not cheap. I tried my best to bargain, so I invited the carpenter to drink a drink before moving it back.

Brighton said coldly: I'm not in the mood to joke with you.

Carl: Old friend, you know in your heart that Helena is already a dead chess. Only in this way can she live to death.

Brighton's forehead suddenly appeared: She is my daughter, not someone's pawn!

Carl took off his glasses and wiped them, saying: Do you have the heart to watch her die like this?

Brighton: That's her own choice!

Carl looked up, staring at Brighton and said: Have you ever chosen this daughter for yourself even once?

Brighton was about to defend himself, but opened his mouth but couldn't spit out a word for a long time, so he had to snort coldly and said: I don't think that person can cooperate.

Carl said slowly: He is smart enough, cold enough, and greedy enough. Most importantly, he is like his father, who is useless enough.

Brighton: Even if the curse can be lifted, you don’t know what the women who fell into the hands of the Peter family will eventually become?

Carl: Helena is not something that ordinary women can compare with. She is a Saint-level powerhouse like you. Her potential is even higher than you. You should believe she can do it.

Brighton: I never thought of bringing Helena into these turbulent and turbulent things!

Carl: We all have no choice but to do so, aren’t we?Old friend...

Grandpa, are you here?A childish voice outside the door interrupted the tense conversation between the two. A pretty figure avoided the siege of guards and maids, flashed into the room like a flexible kitten, jogging and plunging into the old man's arms. The pink gauze skirt raised the fantasy of youth, and the pretty face of the pink and jade carved face was full of innocence.

Carl waved his hand to the helpless guard and the maid, pretending to be angry: "It's unruly, grandpa, I'm discussing important matters with your Uncle Brighton, and you know you're in trouble!"

The little girl made a cute face at Carl, then turned to Brighton and smiled sweetly: Uncle Brighton, you have to say justice, grandpa, he is obviously bullying Anne!

Brighton's cold face finally dissipated from the haze and said with a smile: Don't listen to your grandpa's nonsense. We were just discussing when to ask a few friends to go to the newly opened tavern for a good meal.

Carl's expression was immediately very wonderful, and he said in his heart: Have a drink, you just had the intention to draw your sword and chop me, right?

The little girl named Annie immediately bulged her cheeks, wrapped her hands around her chest, and said in a slight voice: No wonder Grandpa, you want to hide from me. The doctor obviously doesn't let you drink anymore, you are the most disobedient!

Carl said repeatedly: OK, okay, don’t drink, don’t drink, grandpa listens to Annie, right?

The Speaker of the Holy Alliance Council was timid and asked a little girl to scold him, making Brighton, who was originally preparing to seek a crime, laughing at him... And the Speaker seemed to be very happy?

Annie: Grandpa, it will be my coming-of-age ceremony in a few days. Why are you in a hurry to let me take a vacation in the Thousand Years Kingdom?

Carl: Didn’t you keep shouting to see the Horned Eagle?Next month is the Elf Clan's Moon Prayer Festival. It is a ten-year event that allows you to see enough. If you miss it, you have to wait for another ten years.

Brighton narrowed his eyes, and Emei frowned.

Annie pouted and said: OK, I'm still thinking about who to dance the first dance with at the coming of age dance...

Carl smiled and said: Invite my little Anne to dance the first dance, those kids must not fight for the first time?I won’t turn the dance floor into a arena then, right?

Annie put her hands on her hips and said coquettishly: Grandpa, can you be more serious!

Brighton rolled his eyes, and there was no one more serious than your grandfather among the celebrities in the Holy Alliance...

Carl: Just go on vacation with peace of mind. Didn’t you like the skirt that was limited to the Mingshu Clothing Store last time?I have booked it for you and I will be able to wear it on your birthday. My Annie will definitely be the cutest little lady.

Annie smiled and kissed her grandfather on both sides of her cheeks, clapping her hands and said: Grandpa is so nice, I really like the style of that dress.

Carl accidentally caught a glimpse of the shiny pendant on his granddaughter's jade neck and said strangely: Who gave you this necklace?Why haven’t grandpa seen him before?

Annie said proudly: It was a birthday gift from Lord Aina in advance, and she also asked me to wear it well.

Carl nodded and said: Then you have to take good care of it and don't lose it.

Anne responded with a smile, lowered her head and knees at Brighton, picked up her skirt saw and said goodbye, then jumped and hummed the nursery rhyme, and went out happily.

The long skirt flew, and a glance was made of surprise, revealing two white calves carved like beautiful jade, releasing the rich fragrance of youth. It was the flower season for girls.

The little girl whose body began to grow has gradually emerged as a graceful little beauty.

But this little white flower that grew up in a greenhouse and was well-cared for can't understand how the rolling black clouds pressed on the glass dome would desecrate her future.

Those ugly and disgusting faces will become her eternal nightmare.

The fallen petals wither and the girl sends sorrow.

Brighton: Do you want to avoid this far?

Carl: Only the thousand-year kingdom of the elves is the safest. It happened that I went to Silver Moon City in my early years and had a good relationship with the elders there.

Brighton: Can all the followers trust?

Carl: They are all my old subordinates for many years, and there is no doubt about loyalty. Speaking of which, didn’t you deliberately give Leonard a Level 4 mission?

Brighton: That kid happened to receive it.

Carl: Oh, it happens that the goddess has designed so many chances for you father and son. I know that you alienated him out of protection. If we successfully defeated the Peter family this time, will you officially recognize him?

Brighton smiled bitterly: If he came back and knew about Helena, do you think he would forgive me, the father?

Carl narrowed his eyes and said: Old man, I have always been curious about who Leonard’s mother is?

Brighton: She is dead.

Carl: You have never been good at lying, especially in front of me. I know you. You have never been a casual person. You have given birth to a son with a prostitute overnight. You can swear outsiders, so there is no need to tell me.

Brighton: If you don’t see it, you will gossip too.

Carl: I guess that woman is at least a Saint-level powerhouse?

Brighton: No need to guess, she will never take action for us anyway. The relationship between me and her is not as close as you imagined.

Carl pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose and said: Unfortunately, if we could have one more powerful person to help, many things would be much more confident than now.

Brighton: Are you sure that the two holy-level priests of their people are not in the imperial capital?That old concierge is really the holy-level powerful man hidden in the dark of the Peter family?

Carl: Those two worshippers are not in the imperial capital at the moment, but except for the old fox in Mington, no one knows who the strong man who secretly protected the Peter family for many years was, but all the clues point to the old gatekeeper.

Brighton: It may also be the smoke that Mington deliberately released.

Carl: Who knows?But with your strength, even if the opponent is the strongest person in the Saint level, it should be no big problem to stop him for a while, right?

Brighton said proudly: Who do you think is standing in front of you?

Carl: Oh, you're talking about Brighton, who always takes credit for treating?

Brighton gritted his teeth and said: It’s not because you order such expensive wine every time!I drank five bottles of whiskey and lost my salary for half a month. Are you embarrassed to mention it?

Carl smiled and said: Don't be so stingy. When this matter is over, I'll treat you to a good time!

Brighton: Then we better all work hard to live.After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave. As soon as one foot stepped out of the door, an old sigh came from behind, long and painful regret.

Carl: Old man, I am also a father, at least I used to be...

Brighton stopped and hesitated for a moment, but he did not turn back. He strides towards the gate of the mansion. The morning light dispels the thick fog, and a beam of light fell on the old silver armor. The subtle cracks showed a bit of tragic martyrdom.

Carl leaned back slowly on the back of the chair, his empty eyes staring at the gorgeous chandeliers lonely, and his mind replayed those scenes of unbearable past events.

He saw his only son slumping in a pool of blood in anger and crawling forward. He couldn't stand up, and the thug's sharp axe cut off his legs.

He saw the virtuous daughter-in-law stripped off by the thugs and tied up her limbs. She was raped and cummed in her husband over and over again, and was raped and cumming inside. Life was worse than death.

He saw the Peter's guards sending the bodies of his son and his wife, saying that he had no time to save the two of them, and solemnly comforted himself to be mourned and follow the changes.

He saw that at the solemn funeral, his granddaughter Anne threw a sad little white flower on the coffin that was about to be buried.

He saw the innocent dead souls and accused him of Xinzhu's crimes in the Peter family!

The old man closed his eyes and plowed the marks of time on his forehead, as if he had grown old for many years in just a short moment...

It's time to set new rules, the Speaker murmured...

No. 46, Boulevard, even by the standards of a wealthy area, this private villa with a wide area is definitely the top luxury house, because the house itself is a legendary antique.

It is said that the ancestors of the Peter family bet against the three wealthy families in the Holy Alliance at that time, and won the mansion and became the residence of the heads of the Peter family for generations. As for the surnames of the three wealthy families, they have long been buried in the long river of history and disappeared.

Mington Peter had lived in this house for thirty years. When he became the owner of this house, he was less than twenty-five years old. He had seven sons and four daughters. His wealth would never be squandered. His bed would never be short of beauties. His minions were all over the alliance, and his authority was unshakable.

Logically speaking, when life has reached this point, there should be no pursuit, but he is not satisfied, which is far from enough, because he is the head of the Peter family, and he was born to plunder.

At nearly sixty years old, he can eat a full two kilograms of beef every day, make mature women as wild as wolves and tigers crazy, can handle family affairs tirelessly, and drink five large glasses of ale without getting drunk. He never feels that he will grow old.

Mington was very happy today because his beloved son brought him a priceless gift, a gift that even he was used to seeing the world.

It was a woman, a woman named Helena, a holy woman with the title of Thorn Rose.

More importantly, this graceful beauty is also the eldest daughter of the Patton family. Yes, it is the Pawn of Speaker Carl, who is enemies of him everywhere!

What can be more exciting than playing with your enemy's daughter?

He didn't know what his son used, but the soul fluctuations in the magic contract could not deceive people. This cold and beautiful female swordsman has indeed become a sex slave of the Peter family. Although her glazed eyes still show a sense of arrogant stubbornness, it is precisely because of this that she has the fun of training, right?

It would be abnormal if a woman like Helena obeyed like a female dog just after signing a contract?

Although she was pulled by the butler at this moment with the rope on the leather collar, she looked very bleak and looked like a female dog.

Mington squatted down with interest, slightly lifted Helena's jaw tip, and carefully looked at the stunning beauty who was regarded as an idol by the younger generation in the army.

Simple hair accessories, simple light makeup, simple small leather shoes, simple red-brown suspender floral skirt, she dressed up so simply, but she still taught people to recognize it at a glance from the vast crowd. Even Mington herself had to admit that Brighton gave birth to a good daughter who was jealous. No matter whether it was fighting power, appearance, personality, or talent, it was impossible to find flaws. If she was not the eldest daughter of the Patton family, perhaps the Peter family would do her best to promote her marriage with Bolton. Unfortunately, there was no if in this world, but unfortunately this woman has become a sex slave...

With beautiful eyebrows like a willow bend and eyes like a lake, there is a kind of temperament that no matter how depraved a woman falls, she can always exude her innate indifference and elegance, and exude a noble atmosphere from her bones. That is the temperament that only women who have absolute confidence in their own strength will naturally exude.

Helena in front of her seemed to be such a woman. In time, I am afraid that she would not give in to the one in the backyard at this moment...

Mington reached out and twisted the fabric of Helena's suspender skirt, pulled it down slightly, peeping openly for a moment, smiling and playing with a playful smile, then lifted the hem of the floral skirt, put two fingers together under the girl's pure white briefs, pressed up and down hard, handed it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it, and finally stuck out her tongue to lick it. Her cautious expression was like the goods on the appraisal table by a picky buyer in the slave market.

Helena, who exposed herself, only felt that this old man who was careless and flirted with her was extremely disgusting, but the man who played with her was Bolton's father!

Mington sneered: I didn’t expect Miss Helena to be a virgin. Can Bolton endure it and not want you?Not like my Peter's man at all. By the way, are the underwear and bras in your closet in this conservative style?You, a big beauty, never thought of dressing sexy?

Helena: It doesn’t seem that what hangs in my closet has to do with you.

Mington: Of course it didn’t matter before, but in the future, you can only wear the styles I customized for you.

Helena gritted her teeth and didn't say anything, but she didn't pull down the hem of the skirt that was lifted to her waist, allowing the slightly childish cotton underwear to continue to expose. For her who had tried that dress, this level of exposure was nothing...

Besides, she is now a sex slave...

Mington took the rope from the butler and smiled and said: Let's go and see someone.

As a saint-level powerful man, Helena was led by the Peter family as she climbed forward like a dog walking. Her little butt, which swayed left and right as her thighs swung, was rippling with pure temperament. In the mansion at No. 46, a ridiculous scene was staged at this moment...

In the back garden full of flowers, Helena saw a familiar figure quietly standing under the bench under the sun umbrella, and read it leisurely.

The plain white dress completely unreasonably covers up the spring scenery in the garden. The soft woman who does not use any makeup is inadvertently better than the colorful and colorful world.

She just held the reading book seriously and concentrically, quietly, neither happy nor sad nor angry. She didn't need to do anything at all, and it was extremely beautiful.

Helena never dreamed that at this moment, she would see this woman in the Peter family's mansion...