At the beginning of a new week, the red ticket is smashed!3 chapters today!)

Lady Quentin's eyes widened sharply, and she bit her lip tightly, her eyes desperate and hollow.

Like a rapidly withering moon flower.

She went through a lot of hardships to escape from the entanglement of the "big rattlesnake" in the Pope Hall under the arrangement of her teacher and family, and deducted the scattered hunting of the three major punishment agencies in the Pope Hall in the early days and the harassment of several underground forces in the Holy Empire, she was finally able to live quietly in Marceau County Province for nearly 5 years, the ambitions of her youth were crushed, and the desire for revenge was buried deep in her heart because of the disparity in strength, when she was finally able to grasp the bargaining chips for equal dialogue with the head of the Greenspan family, she suddenly became involved in the fragile [order] as fragile as a baby in the eyes of everyone , and its owner actually threw her into the back of Brother Shi with the force value, and couldn't help but say that he had pierced the last thin layer of her defense as a woman.

Half an hour later, her numb eyes gradually turned into horror and anger.

Because a certain creature is still working tirelessly to cultivate the virgin land she has kept for thirty years, and the movements are still rough and furious, the only difference is nothing more than a change of battlefield, from the wall to the cot.

An hour later, Mrs. Quentin was comical and sad.

Because that old aristocratic bastard didn't repeat sweet words for half an hour, of course, he certainly wouldn't stop exploring her body, every inch, every detail, was filled with his masculine aura, like a male lion peeing around the territory, making the exhausted Mrs. Quentin feel uncomfortable and angry, but her flushed and wet delicate body seemed to have a tendency to betray her soul, and shamelessly catered to his slippery teasing and gentle aggression.

Two hours later, the "full-fed" Mrs. Quentin was drained of her last strength, like a plump carp at the mercy of the fellow, while her body had long since disobeyed her commands, and her body was stirring up and down in obedience to desire.

And the "great" man, who had been fighting tirelessly in bed for two hours without the support of any medicine, was covered in sweat and looked a little greasy, and their bodies fit perfectly.

"Will you spare me?" gasped Madame Quentin, her begging more like a seductive moan.

"Only obedient kittens have candy to eat. Augustine narrowed her eyes and squeezed her proud twin peaks with her chest.

"I will be very obedient. Quentin Florence hesitated for a long time, unable to survive the seemingly endless and skillful onslaught of the man lying on top of her, and closed her eyes in resignation, blushing and gritting her teeth.

"Don't want to sneak up on it anymore, don't you want to be the food of the Irish Grim Reaper again?" Augustine asked with a smile.

"No, it won't. Mrs. Quentin shook her head.

"Take an oath to Empress Gamma. Augustine said cautiously.

"The servant Quentin Florence swore to the Venerable Empress Gamma that he would never attempt to harm Augustine Rotonchilde again. Lady Quentin opened her eyes, a little strange.

Augustine finally rolled over, withdrew from her, and lay beside her, looking at the ceiling, gasping for air, this is definitely the most physical work that tests a man's true heroism. He didn't fall asleep irresponsibly after venting all the negative emotions in his heart and solving the * that had accumulated for more than a year, he stretched out his hand and dressed up the body of Madame Quentin, who was deliberately turning his back to him, gently stroked her breasts covered with scratches and kiss marks, wrapped his fingers around one of her buds, and hooked her sharp and beautiful chin with the other hand, and smiled: " I know you must hate me to the extreme, but I also know that your body is against it, don't be in a hurry to deny it, facts are facts, and no matter how dexterous your mouth is, you can't change it. Let's get back to the negotiating table, in this little bed full of fond memories, and I believe that in this way we can put aside a lot of unnecessary prejudices and suspicions, I, the founder of the cosmo, the unofficial consul who is not recognized by you, you, a sexy stunner who is unknown to me, my future little Persian cat, and there is nothing that makes us both have to use force. ”

"Honorable and sophisticating Lord Augustine, you seem to have forgotten that you have been busy insulting me for two whole hours, and now that your two hands are still playing with me, do you think that any woman would approve of your so-called 'no element of force for both'?" said Lady Quentin sneered.

"I defiled you?"

Augustine laughed, "Then Lady Quentin has also defiled me." ”

Madame Quentin laughed and cried, and in a fit of rage, she crashed into Augustine's arms and bit him the shoulder, once again filling her mouth with the smell of blood.

Augustine didn't stop, letting her deepen her strength and sink her teeth into his skin.

Mrs. Quentin stopped moving, stiffened for a long time, and let out a suppressed choking sound.

Augustine hugged her softly and whispered, "My little Persian cat, surrender to doom and desire, for the Fall will bring you the most pleasant joy." Don't do the stupid thing of fighting fate and empire like a madman, make a carefree vase and put it in the study of that guy named Augustine. I'll tell you the truth, you are the key key for me to open the Greenspan family and the province of Marceau, you roughly know the situation of COSMO, offense is the best defense, I need more Caesar gold, more territory and hole cards, Emperor Jupiter will not be patient to wait for me to familiarize Marceau County with my own strength, and then slowly itch all kinds of bloodsuckers and parasites, the golden trident of the Sacramental Ministry is an elephant, His Majesty the Emperor is tired of its arrogance and sluggishness, so, beautiful plantagenet pet, give me a list, and drag the bishop who is qualified to drink tea in the Sacramental Ministry, lords, slave owners, bankers, knights, mages, and other heresies, all listed, and I will throw them all into the newly established interrogation room, and without a large amount of Caesar gold to redeem them, these fat pigs will not want to see the bright sunshine of the next day. ”

"Are you crazy?" muttered Lady Quentin.

"From the moment I decided to let you stretch out your right hand, I was crazy, but I would have a clearer mind and know how to be a smart madman. Augustine smiled confidently, perhaps his smile was the only sunshine in COSMO, today and even more so in the future.

"I won't give it to you. Lady Quentin shook her head, retracting her body, trying to keep her distance from Augustine.

"It doesn't matter, I like to anticipate the worst before something happens. Augustine curled the corners of his mouth, no longer touching Quentin-Florence's delicate body, as if tired of playing with disgust, looking up at the ceiling, "Bringing you to Brother Shi is nothing more than making yourself determined to make a move against Marceau, whether you open your mouth or not, it matters, but it is not fatal to my plan." You don't speak, I still have my student, lovely Miss Alice. I'm sure she'd be happy to tell me all the inside scoops and secrets about Marceau. ”

As if hearing the most humorous joke, Mrs. Quentin covered her chest with her hands, curled up, glanced at the young man's angular side face, and said coldly, "Don't you know who made the plan to attack Black Swan Lake in the first place?"

"It's Alice?"

Augustine was surprised, but he regained his composure much faster than Lady Quentin had expected, and he smiled with relief, "I know that those who are proficient in Paya war chess are half-military geniuses. ”

"If it weren't for the team responsible for attacking the castle of Schiphergo who did not listen to Alice's advice and insisted on choosing to place the battle site at the gate of the castle of Schipher, it would not have given you the opportunity to play [Skadi's Soul Elegy], then the defeat may not be changed, but at least it will not be wiped out, and it will not make the reserve troops hidden behind lose the courage to advance. However, the changing expressions of the nobles and rich men who are ready to watch you destroy on the terrace of the White Elephant Castle are more dramatic than the drama of Sarbia. Lady Quentin smiled indifferently, mocking.

"Little kitten, you were a bystander back then, how boring, you are an insider now, isn't it also a blessing in disguise?" Augustine smiled cheekily, turned sideways, rested his head on his arm, and stared at her seductive face that still had a crimson afterglow after the high tide, and down to the slender waist, and the peach-shaped hip arc, he wondered if the only place where the knight could defeat the little Persian cat might be her signature long legs. It was all a large vase of first class, Augustine, who had swallowed the nectar and peach once, was extremely satisfied, his body and mind were happy, he stretched out his fingers, curled a handful of Quentin-Florentine's soft hair, and said softly: "No matter what, when you get out of bed, this county, this empire, this continent, this world, no one can bully you before stepping over my corpse." ”

"Augustine, I am not an ignorant girl of sixteen, nor the vase lady who is willing to elope with a shabby knight after listening to a few lines of court poetry. Mrs. Quentin turned her head away from looking at the face that was so heartwarming when it was serious.

"Believe it or not. ”

Augustine continued to play with her hair and said gently: "Just like I said to take revenge on the Holy See and the great nobles of the Empire, surely no one will believe it, if I say to you in the White Elephant Castle that I have let the Holy [St. Urban] descend on this plane, do you believe it? So, cute Plantagenet kitten, honestly curled up in my arms, I will protect you, but you also need to sacrifice your meekness and submission." ”

"Florence will never allow a pet in the family to be kept in captivity by some nobleman. Mrs. Quentin smiled wryly.

"Fuck Florence. ”

Augustine muttered, rolling over and recovering the concave curves of Lady Quentin's body, smiling evilly, "Kitty, let's continue a game of epic warfare." ”