120 Days of Contract Marriage - 14 - #Overseas 3) Mane's best tutor_
Generally, the nights at the Hangar Hall were peaceful. At that time, all the servants either leave for work or are on their way back to their rooms, and only the servants on duty sometimes walk quietly in the corridor. The dogs kept in the hanger house also return home at night and are lulled to sleep. Some rooms are still lit up at night. This is the room of the master and his wife of the Hanger family. Of course, most of them spent the night in peace. They would drink, talk, and read. Occasionally there were nights that were not so peaceful, or to be more precise, embarrassing, but the servants on duty at those times didn’t mind, as they went about their way in a sneaky manner.
Tonight, however, Marcus was looking at his beloved wife with an unusually disgruntled look in his eyes. Vine eyes, pouty lips and puffy cheeks. His squat shoulders were too broad and awkward. Of course, the kid wasn’t hunched over, he was a big guy. And it’s a big guy, several times bigger than the other guys, so it’s a sight you can’t help but laugh at. And in Elouise’s case, she couldn’t help but laugh because the man was her beloved husband.
But Elouise could barely hold back her laughter. It was possible because she was now back to Elise Stroud, the manager’s best tutor. Elouise narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.
“Just because you look at me like that doesn’t mean you’ll automatically learn Toulouse.”
“…Do I have to learn it?”
Elise shouted her student’s name sternly at her husband. Marcus’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“You’re the one who said you wanted to learn first.”
“That’s true, but…”
And you’re the one who said you’d never give up.
“What did you say when I said I couldn’t be bothered?
I said, “It would be romantic to be your student.” But, Elouise!
Marcus whined at his desk.
“You must learn, mustn’t you? It’s been over sixty years since the entire kingdom started using the official language!”
“…and I said it first, Marcus.”
Elouise tapped her fingers on the desk with a blank expression. The wind caused the candle sitting on the desk to sway slightly. The flame of the candle flickered. The beautifully patterned wooden desk was very old-fashioned for its owner to be so picky. Elise almost laughed again at the gap, but deliberately turned her eyes away. Marcus sighed.
“Huh, I didn’t know that ‘Mane’s best tutor’ meant ‘Mane’s toughest tutor’.”
“Good tutors don’t complain about their students. Open your shoulders. Open your books. Hold your pencils! Straighten your hips!
Marcus stretched his shoulders and hips. Elise opened the True Word book straight up, but not quite to the book. Marcus murmured as he grabbed a graphite pencil.
“I guess I’m an eight-year-old kid now. …..”
“Even eight-year-olds don’t spoil as much as you do.”
With a gentle shove, Elouise opened her book. Then he smiled.
“Well,” he said, “let’s read it again, starting with the second line. “In that idyllic and beautiful castle lived a princess named Anne.’ >”
“Try pronouncing the words by sticking your tongue softly between your upper jaw and lower teeth and then releasing it. Again”.
Marcus looked like he was going to cry.
The reason was simple. They had been invited to go to a tea party of some kind. Marcus didn’t think it was necessary to go, but Elise thought it would be better if Marcus, who had just received his pending viscountcy, still made some appearance to show his loyalty to the King. There were many reasons for this. The King hated Marcus, or he wanted to eliminate the prejudice of those who thought that the Hanger family had finally taken the title of Viscount. …..
Now it didn’t matter. There were going to be mean people everywhere, and Marcus had also been mean to some of the nobles. For example, the way they spoke of him in the language of the tools. The psychology behind using the language of the nobles only, the language of the trues, was obvious. It means, “How can a man like you fit in among us?”
Marcus was used to it because he had done the job before. But I still didn’t like them being so blatantly mean to me, even in front of my wife. Fortunately, Elouise made a noble rebuke to the True Tongue in front of them.
“No matter how dignified a language may be, if there is barbarism in the heart of those who speak it, the language is but a servant of barbarism. This is one of my favorite sentences in Bellan’s book. >”
The nobleman, suddenly a barbarian, blushed.
Feeling much better, Marcus came home that day and insisted that Elouise learn the True Tongue. Of course, that was the reason for the three glasses of brandy he had drunk. Elize squeezed his forehead to keep him back, but he was adamant.
“I’m glad you said that,” he said. I’ve been learning the True Tongue out of laziness, but I’ll learn it for your sake as well.”
With that, Elise sighed and agreed to his request.
The next morning, Marcus immediately regretted it. The next morning, Marcus immediately regretted what he had said, because as soon as he woke up and ate a simple breakfast, Elise had told him that she was going to buy him some True Language materials. He couldn’t say that he had said what he had said yesterday in a drunken stupor, so she pulled him aside and he bought the True Language materials. After eating lunch, he started studying and took pronunciation correction. After dinner, I checked my grammar. That’s how I spent the rest of the week.
Marcus Hanger started mumbling in front of her, “It’s not that you can’t do it, but you’re studying too much. At first, Elise laughed and cut back on her hours. There are many students who reduce their time because they are overwhelmed with studying. It is interesting to note that most of them are seven- or eight-year-olds who are just beginning to study. I gave them some homework instead.
“They come when they have time. It’s something you can do if you just invest a little time.”
Marcus slowly and blatantly began to slack off. He kept putting off the homework that Elouise had given him and then not doing it the next day. Elise understood Marcus. He had recently taken over the family business from my father and had too much work to do.
Nevertheless, when Marcus’s homework fell behind on the second day and started to fall behind on the third day, Elouise felt that she had to punish him somehow. When he turned in his homework on the fourth day, Elouise laughed and threatened to kiss him if he didn’t come back tomorrow. But on the fifth day, when Marcus didn’t do his homework, Elouise didn’t laugh. Instead, she took the glass from his hand and made him sit at his desk.
So now Marcus Hanger had six days to do his accumulated homework in front of his True Word book.
“El Louise, I’m tired. I went to the port an hour away at noon.”
“What should I do! It’s your fault for not doing your homework when you knew it would be so tiring.”
Marcus complained of fatigue, but Elise did not falter. She kept her curly hair up in the evening, deliberately. She knew that teaching students in a slouched appearance before bed would not have a good effect. Marcus was dying. The homework Elouise had asked for was actually not that great. It consisted of practicing pronunciation of Truisms and memorizing sentences with difficult words. It really only required a little time.
The problem was that the time was too short. If I didn’t take some time off, I would be swamped with other work. It was wrong of him to try to learn the True Language with such a schedule from the beginning, saying he had been drinking.
“But I didn’t think it would be this tough!”
Marcus looked up at his beloved wife with resentment. I never had a wife who was always kind to me, who laughed at me, who stood by Marcus in every task. Instead, there was only his strict and meticulous governess. He pouted his lips and mimicked her pronunciation.
“The effects of wine with added spices, originally used as medicine, were amazing. The Dworkins believed the liquor to be an aphrodisiac,…. >”
The mundane words were dying out as he tried to pronounce them in Tru, which was not an official language. Marcus complained that his tongue was hanging in the middle of pronouncing words like Batavia-Arak and Agricole, and Elouise opened her mouth and held her tongue, saying, “Hey.
“Try to pronounce the word by pressing your tongue like this.”
My nerves tingled. There was no way he could say “tongue” when he was dying to do it. Marcus hung back and Elise clicked her tongue.
She didn’t mean Marcus couldn’t understand her. It was clear that she was the first to stop Marcus’s toor training. It wasn’t for lack of patience. It wasn’t that she lacked patience, for my husband’s tenacity was sometimes as great as he had shown in his search for himself. But Elouise knew how much trouble Marcus was in these days with his tremendous amount of work. And yet, to learn Tru. On the one hand he was grateful, but on the other hand he was worried when he said he was going to learn a language for himself that he didn’t particularly need. I was a little angry when he postponed his homework, but I could not help but understand.
Because he said he would.
Elise sighed and rested her butt on the armrest of the chair Marcus was sitting in. Marcus narrowed his eyes. She pressed her lips to Marcus’ and said, “Open your mouth. Marcus opened his mouth sleepily. She dug her fingers in and held his tongue. Marcus tried to jump up, but she held his tongue and he stared at her with startled eyes. Elise chuckled.
“Students can’t do it, but you can. Try to pronounce it.”
“Very well, sir. Try again.”
Marcus pronounced her words steadily, his eyes black and white. She pushed and propped his tongue and tapped his neck to help him pronounce the words correctly. Sometimes she lifted his chin and touched the inside of his dentition with her finger to show him where his tongue should be. She had a particularly difficult time pronouncing the words, so she repeatedly tapped Marcus’ front teeth and lower lip. When Marcus finally got the pronunciation right, Elise smiled at him.
Come on, why don’t you try it? Don’t you?
“I see. Have you finished your homework yet?”
“Yes. As long as you can pronounce the other sentence correctly, you can go to sleep.”
What sentence is that?
“When you crack open a sugar cane, the sweet juice comes out. >”
Elouise chose sentences that were mostly about alcohol. My husband likes it, so I thought it would be interesting to learn it while pronouncing the sentences. It had long been Elouise’s method of tutoring to find out what her students liked to study. But Marcus left the last sentence intact, and said something completely out of the blue.
“The sweet juice is not only from the sugar cane. >”
Elouise cocked her head. His pronunciation was impeccable, but it was not the sentence she had ordered. Then Marcus pulled her in around the waist. Then he whispered.
“Amazingly, it’s also on my wife’s lips. >”
Elise frowned as she finally realized her husband’s true intentions, but she was too late. Marcus laughed and swallowed her lips. His strong lips met Elouise’s. Elouise’s eyes narrowed as her tongue swiftly retreated, leaving only the lack of it as she looked over her teeth. Marcus whispered.
You said I could sleep?
“I didn’t mean it like that, but yeah.”
She replied and Marcus’ right hand grabbed her breast. There was no hesitation in his hand. Elouise shrugged, clenched her fist and patted Marcus on the chest.
A sly grin crossed his face as the man’s finger brushed her breast. Elise’s face hardened harshly as she tried to sag backwards, unbeknownst to herself.
“If you don’t pronounce the sentence I promised you, you won’t do anything for me.”
And with that, he grabbed Marcus’ hand and pulled it away, a determined stance in his hands. Marcus chuckled and let it out quickly. “When you crack open a cane, the sweet juice comes out.” He pronounced it fast and precise, like a slacker who hadn’t wanted to do it just a moment ago. Elouise laughed as she fell back onto her haunches effortlessly. Of course, her hips were held firmly in her husband’s hands.
Marcus dipped his head and kissed the smiling girl. Elouise’s tongue lolled into her mouth, and she felt tingly. I always thought that my husband was a very good kisser. His lips kissed like they had a million times before, but strangely enough, when his lips touched mine, an uncomfortably strong sensation tickled her lower belly.
“It smells so good…”
Marcus whispered. Elise smiled faintly.
“I’ve changed the bath salts to what the servants brought. They said it was something new you brought in. …..”
“Ah, that’s the one.”
Marcus said, gently nudging her hip. He gasped and let out a breath, setting his lips before she could breathe again. Their hot breaths mingled together, making his heart pound. No matter how many times they mixed their bodies, their hearts always pulsed at this time. It was amazing. Soon Marcus’s fingers began to search over her b*****s and gown, and Elise sat up with a faint sense of anticipation. Her downcast eyes stayed on her face as Marcus’s hands brushed her b*****s.
“I was wondering about the advertisements for the bath salts, but it looks like I won’t have to.”
“Why is that?”
Elouise giggled. Marcus rubbed his nose and whispered seductively.
“You’ll be ecstatic, not me.”
Elise moaned simultaneously. The man twisted and lightly pinched her teats with his thumb and forefinger. A numbing sensation was immediately felt in her lower back. Elise took a deep breath to regulate her breathing. Marcus immediately sucked on her white b*****s. With a guttural sound, the white skin of her teats quickly turned red.
Elise didn’t remain silent either. She reached down and gently untied Marcus’ silk shirt. She had left a couple of buttons undone for the break, so it wasn’t too difficult. Her massive shoulders, broad chest, and masculine arms were revealed. Marcus quickly took off his shirt and pulled his chest closer to her skin. The sensation of their skin touching made him feel even better. Elise also moved her arms to take off the gown she was wearing. Marcus, however, could not remove her silk slip.
“Don’t take it off. It’s better that way.”
With that, Marcus slipped his hand down her thigh and lifted the slip in one fluid motion. Elise’s mendacity was instantly apparent. She blushed.
“Turn off the lights, please.”
Marcus replied, rubbing the inside of her thigh.
“Hey! Close the curtains, please.
Marcus smirked and lifted her in his arms. Elise gave a little cry and clung to his neck, and Marcus took her in his arms as if he’d been waiting for her and went to the window. Instead of closing the curtains, he placed Elize on the railing in front of the open window frame. The window railing was about Marcus’ waist height, but it made him look up at her. Elouise’s hips touched the cold marble and gave him goosebumps. Then Marcus chuckled.
“How’s this going?”
“I’m going crazy!”
Elouise lightly tapped Marcus on the shoulder and he hugged her around the waist, kissing her collarbone. Marcus whispered as Elise twisted her hips lightly.
“Sometimes. I want to shout throughout the village that this lovely woman is my wife. ….”
“And what does that have to do with this?
“It’s Elouise . Apparently I’m a pervert .
Marcus sighed and whispered pleadingly to her.
Sometimes I feel like hugging you where other people can see.
How could Elouise not know what the word “hug” meant? She fearfully tapped Marcus on the shoulder, harder than before. But Marcus didn’t move, and with one hand he dug into the inside of her thigh. Then he whispered.
“I can’t believe how messed up you are under me, your wife so ladylike …. I feel like letting someone else hear you whispering and crying that you love me.
Elouise said many words back to him, but could not answer. Because his fingers were rubbing against her pubic mound.
“Marcus, please. Even with the curtains…”.
You can’t see out of them, not yet.
Marcus replied exaggeratedly as he bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked her privates.
“Of course, if I let his narrow hips hang back, the guards inspecting the gardens outside will see it.”
Her lips curled around her labia and her front teeth rubbed lightly. The biting sensation made Elise wince and she held her husband’s head against her chest. Marcus was now gobbling up her nether regions. Churp, churp, churp… it sounded lewd and vile.
“Yes, what is it?”
As soon as you pressed your tongue against mine earlier, I stood up. Did you know that?”
“Oh no, oh no…”
Marcus laughed and pushed his nose around hers and stuck his tongue inside the crack. It was hair-raising to examine her insides with his mangled tongue. He played hide-and-seek with her and stitched a gap in her pants. His enraged alter ego sprang into action. Marcus quickly pinned him down again and again with his hands. Licking his wife, Marcus licked her lips.
He tasted her insides for a moment, and when he bit her pubic mound again, Elise pushed his head away, moaning, “Oh…” Marcus sat up and washed her collarbone clean. The skin he touched turned pink with a “cold” sound. He rubbed her b*****s on the slip and the straight teats made their presence known even through the slip.
“Please close the curtains…”
Elise pleaded, eventually reaching out and grabbing the curtain. It was dark outside and there was candlelight in the room, so if anyone outside saw this window, they would know immediately what this couple was doing. Marcus whispered lowly.
“I’m afraid we’re going to have to do it here.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t you know?”
Marcus chuckled and stretched a long arm around her shoulders, closing the window and drawing the curtains. Finally relieved, Elise slumped her shoulders. Then, looking up at him, she grumbled with a pensive expression.
“You’re really mean.”
“Please understand. It’s just that I see you sometimes. ….”
The man broke her hip position, grabbed her cheek with his other hand, and pressed his lips to hers. He rolled his tongue up briefly, then used his other hand to spread her thighs further apart and enter her. Elise finally braced herself. Marcus smiled.
When you’re so quiet and lovely, and you’re hitting me so hard, I kind of want to just pick you up and carry you over to the bed.
I nudged her waist, squeezed once, and rubbed her mound. She tensed her hips and rubbed her damp nose with her other hand. She was surprised when she squeezed her plump, swollen v***a between the honey-dripping petals. Marcus whispered slowly.
And all that followed were lewd imaginings that a thing like you could never have imagined.
A finger rubbed the nasal area and went straight inside her. Two fingers hurt her insides, but once she looked over, Elise’s hips bent and the window blocked. With no effort on her part, Marcus spread her legs. Elise finally understood what he was doing, but Marcus was faster. He poked her hard on the tip of her nose, and Elise’s hips swung wide.
Elouise cried out, hugging Marcus’ neck tightly. But the man didn’t hold back as he continued to push, stab, and stab at her sensitive spot. The faster he moved his fingers, the dizzier she became, and the more she struggled against the intense sensations. The flesh tightened and loosened Marcus’ fingers incessantly.
“You wash well…”
“Please, don’t say that…oh, oh, oh…”
Elise didn’t like the way Marcus sometimes mumbled excitedly when they were having an affair. More accurately, he was embarrassed that Marcus got wet so often. When he said something like, “I’m a w***e on the inside,” she’d turn red and punch him in the chest. But no one knew every inch of Elouise’s body better than Marcus. Every time Marcus said, “Can you feel the petals spilling water?”, Elouise’s insides started to get wet. The old sound was routine, and Marcus knew exactly what she liked as much as his fingers. Elouise’s hips quivered each time his fingers stirred loudly inside her, filled with desire.
“Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh…”
A cute little sniffle mixed in with the moans, indicating that she was getting close to the edge. Elise grabbed Marcus firmly by the shoulders and began to shake her hips. The window was rattling, but Marcus knew it wouldn’t falter under the slightest impact.
“Shake it more, please,” he said. Squeeze it in your mouth until the fingers of your hand melt. ….”
Marcus whispered, biting her ear and kissing her cheek. At that moment, Elise grabbed his back tightly. A powerful climax washed over her. Her sorrowful liquid flowed from between her fingers. Elise gasped and collapsed backwards. But Marcus took his fingers and rubbed them against her thighs a few times, then took the back of Elouise’s neck and straightened up. He hadn’t even started yet, and he didn’t want her to slouch anymore.
“Elouise, no. Pull yourself together.”
“You need to understand what the word ‘do’ means here.”
Marcus took hold of his alter ego again. She was leaning against the window and shuffled her feet a little, not expecting it. Marcus grinned.
“No, no. Spread your legs.”
But he was faster. Placing his erect c**k against her wet nose, the man penetrated her in one swift motion.
Elise shouted loudly. Marcus gritted his teeth. The rush of blood and the sticky feeling of his aroused genitals confounded him every time. He didn’t know why it was so good every time. Even after holding her dozens or hundreds of times, the sensation was not something he could get used to, it was becoming less and less familiar, and it excited him every time. Elouise barely draped her thin arms over his shoulders and made a choking sound. The window screeched to a halt. Marcus drove his load deep into her again. Thump, thump, thump ….
The slip was a mess and Marcus couldn’t even take off his pants. His movements were extremely restricted, but he showed no signs of it. For some reason, however, this excited them even more. Rattle, rattle, rattle. The window made a rumbling sound and her b*****s jiggled along the street where Marcus had struck her genitals. Her teats, raised above the shiny fabric, swayed relentlessly, making messy curves. Marcus nuzzled his face into her neck, deliberately standing up to watch her face as she barely breathed. Excitement and embarrassment, a kind of lust etched on her face: …. The only emotions that were missing from her normally chaste and girlish face. It felt as if the s*x organ inside her was getting even bigger.
“What’s going on? Oh ….”
“Oh, my God. Elise.
He turned her deliberately. He squeezed her a*s, which was leaning against the window railing, and held her close, her weight causing his genitals to stab even deeper.
Elise screamed in death. Marcus chuckled.
“Before, I think.”
There was a poof. It was the sound of him holding Elise and hitting her. She sobbed and hugged Marcus’ body. He must have left a long trail of claw marks on her back. He noticed that Elouise was getting tired. His lovely wife was particularly vulnerable in an affair. He gave up trying to satisfy his lust by hugging her and quickly left his things inside her and went to the bed in his room. He quietly disappeared in front of her, but Elise winced. No, Marcus clasped his hands on her thighs and straightened his posture, driving himself even deeper into her.
Elise moaned, her arms dangling as the bed made her posture even more comfortable. He grabbed her thighs and gave her a speech. He grabbed his thighs and gave a speech, making a squeezing sound and increasing Elouise’s moans.
“I never cared about any of this…”
One comma at a time. Elouise’s grip was so strong that she couldn’t even pull her thighs out of the way, and Marcus slammed into her without a word. Elouise’s legs were resting on Marcus’ shoulders and he could see his c**k moving in and out of her vividly. Her b*****s swayed wildly and her arms seemed to have nowhere to go, which excited him. Her dark blue eyes were fixed on him. Marcus chuckled.
“You’ve been thinking about this all day, now.”
“So you should be the one to… take responsibility!”
A trickle of water ran down her hips, sweat and pity seeping onto the bed, soaking his alter ego. He was chasing after her so fast that the friction between them caused the sorrowful fluid to form a white foam. Elise was repeating the same thing from before, “Oh, please, don’t…” “Please don’t, not anymore…”. He must not even know what he’s saying. Marcus smiled openly at this. His body was also shaking with the fullness of pleasure. Her inner mucous membranes, gently catching cold, squeezed and chewed his, waiting for the next one to come.
He felt a tingling sensation down to his waist as he struck himself deep into the root. He stuffed himself inside her again and again before the sensation disappeared. Her insides contracted sharply at that moment, and Marcus growled as he spread his load inside her. Muscles began to pull at her hips, waist, shoulders, even the top of her head. Elise turned her head and gasped for air. A tingling sensation went through both of their eyes, a climax. Marcus drew in a deep breath, and as he exhaled and came down slowly on top of her, she reached around Marcus’ neck and whispered.
“Today was good. ….” .”
I’m glad. Your pleasure is my pleasure.
Marcus smiled and showed her where he had been whispering obscenities while he was back to his adorable, playful self.
“I’ll get it.”
Marcus knew that his body was too heavy for Elouise to bear, so for the most part he carried the body quickly out of range. In the process, he had a habit of holding her and kissing her b*****s before taking out her genitals. Elouise closed her eyes tightly as the small kisses landed on her b*****s, and at the same time, the sensation of the man’s wetness leaving her v****a was so vivid. But unlike usual, I did not allow him to get up to brush my manhood. I didn’t loosen my hand that held his neck.
“Marcus, I’ve been thinking…”
“Here you go. What’s your cute idea?”
Elouise smiled at Marcus with an unexcited smile on her cheeks. The man swooned, but soon felt like he’d been splashed with cold water when he heard her words.
“From now on, I’m going to use them each day I don’t do homework.”
There was no bolt from the blue for Marcus Hanger. He continued to talk about the unfairness of Elise’s decision while soaking his towel in boiling water. As he wiped Elise’s bottom, wiped her sweaty body, and put on her gown, he asked her to reconsider his wife’s decision, which was unfair, regrettable, and unbelievable, but his request was denied.
Marcus Hanger’s laziness was not quickly corrected. He continued to accumulate homework for some time after that day. His wife, however, was a fine tutor indeed.
“Honey, I’d like to have my second child, but since you won’t cooperate, it’s not possible.
With that, Marcus Hanger became an exemplary student of the True Tongue.
The maids on duty at the Hanger residence were at peace. This was because they could no longer hear the “secret language” of the husband and wife’s bedroom when they patrolled the house at night. My husband’s voice was low and rumbling, a frequent source of annoyance to the servants, but in this case it was an advantage. Walking toward the matrimonial bedchamber from a distance, the maids would suddenly hear words like truisms coming from a distance, and the sooner they left, the better.
After about a year, of course, no one would be messing with the True Tongue in front of Marcus Hanger.