[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 120 [English]

Chapter 116 Daily Life with Uncle Wang

As the saying goes, if there are two, there are three. Since that time I did a full set with Goya through the wine, I tasted the sweetness, and I stopped pretending to be reserved after that.Goya is right. I didn’t do anything with him when I was a child, so why do I still care about my mother-in-law now?

What’s more, on the other hand, my current physique is indeed in urgent need of a lover to “rescue” me.It’s been nearly two months since Uther left. I haven’t cheated on him yet, and I’ve been suffering from the love medicine.Godiva once said that the lust caused by love medicine will gradually accumulate mentally. If I only suppress it without relief, it will only drive me crazy in the end.I’m actually quite scared, but until the last moment, I’m not willing to give up my inexplicable persistence, and I’m not willing to get naked and get along with people who have no emotional connection.

So Goya’s appearance was like a timely rain, freeing me from contradictions and pain.It is said that although this guy’s face is not pretty enough, his burly and majestic body and wild temperament are enough to seduce women. In addition, he is very good in bed (I have personally verified that this is true), so it is said that he has countless mistresses all over the country… I was very unhappy about this at first, but in the later period, Goya stayed with me every day and never saw him or him again.As for women, my discomfort was gradually forgotten.

After getting along with him for a while, I discovered that this guy’s beauty is not only reflected in the bed, but more importantly, he knows the fashionable food, drink and fun.Since I was reborn, I have been going from one palace to another, and I know almost nothing about the outside world.Even if he is free now, he can’t help but feel a little timid when facing an unfamiliar world, so he can only wallow himself in the mansion unhappily.I don’t know if Goya figured me out or if it was just an unintentional move. What he did every day was to pull me out of the manor and play around in different locations and styles.Before long, we had visited the surrounding towns, villages, and mountains and forests, so he simply took me farther away, not even returning home.

Autumn is indeed the most suitable season for fun. The nobles indulge in hunting and dancing, while the common people have various celebrations and carnivals.After the harvest, there is plenty of food, and it is time for fine wines to come out of the cellar. In addition, this year coincides with the reunification of the mainland, and the whole country is immersed in joy.In this rich atmosphere of celebration, Goya and I were a prestigious Duke and a scandal-ridden princess. During the day, we dressed up as civilians and mingled in the streets, having fun. At night, we indulged in eroticism in different hotels. Letty did not come with me this time. She also knew that Goya was here, and no one with short eyes dared to bully me, so I stayed away from home for ten days and a half, sheIt’s quite reassuring.

However, Letty still thought wrong… She didn’t underestimate Goya’s ability, but she underestimated my eye-catching ability.Even though I wore coarse clothes and a headscarf like an ordinary girl, covering my blond hair, and my appearance was extremely simple, I still couldn’t hide my outstanding appearance, which attracted countless eyes no matter where I went.If it weren’t for Goya, a muscular guy who looked like a bandit standing next to me, I don’t know how many troubles I would have caused, but I was completely unaware of it.

One afternoon, when we passed by a village, Goya wanted to go to the blacksmith to check the horseshoes, so he asked me to wait for him in the only tavern in the village.Not long after he left, several men stood outside the tavern. They signaled to each other with their eyes, leaving three men guarding the door while the rest walked in.There were two other guests in the tavern. When they saw their appearance, they got busy and hurriedly slipped out.

During this time, I had been huddled in the corner of the pub, eating fruit pie, unaware of the changes in the surrounding atmosphere.Until the stool in front of him was pulled away and someone straddled it.I thought it was Goya who was back. I looked up and was about to complain that he had been gone for a long time. But what I saw was a scruffy face with an unshaven beard, staring at me with a mean smile, showing a mouth full of bad teeth.

I was startled, only to realize that I was surrounded by several men, and all escape routes were blocked.In the dim light, each of them had four big characters “with bad intentions” written on their faces, staring straight at me with such explicit eyes that it was as if I had no clothes on.Under the intimidation of their naked gazes, I really couldn’t hold on for long, so I shrank back unconsciously and asked in a weak voice: “…What…are you… going to do?”

As soon as I asked the question, I realized that it was too cliche… It really completed the plot of this gangster teasing a decent woman on the street.The man sitting in front of me seemed to be their leader. When he heard me speak, he turned his eyes from my towering chest, smiled crookedly, and said dirty words that were hard to hear. He shouted “little beauty” and “little slut” and told me to follow them obediently, and at the same time he came to grab my wrist.

Hearing what he said made me feel ashamed and angry. Seeing that he dared to do something, I hurriedly ran away and glared at him.

“You all go away!” I yelled at them in a crisp voice: “Someone will come to pick me up soon!”

The men looked at each other and laughed.

“Is it your man who went to the blacksmith?” The leader smiled evilly: “We already have someone to ‘take care of’ him. Just follow us. From now on, you don’t have to worry about him anymore.”

After listening to this, I unconsciously showed a look of disdain.Who is Goya to be “taken care of” by a guy like this?

Perhaps my expression was too obvious, and the leader’s smile turned sinister: “No matter how strong you are, you are just a man with bare hands. Do you think you can defeat a dozen people with weapons?”

After he finished speaking, I really compared it – in fact, I felt that ten, twenty, fifty men like this, armed or not, would not be Goya’s opponent – but while I was still thinking about it, the leader became impatient, stood up and reached out to catch me.

“Yeah! Don’t touch me!” Regardless of how many people with weapons Goya can fight against, he is not here after all, and I am about to fall into their dirty hands.I jumped up and dodged to the side, but was stopped by the man next to me and hugged me.I screamed loudly, struggled hard, and kicked my legs high. For a few seconds, the men around me couldn’t get close.Then, the leader got angry and, risking a few kicks from me, came up and grabbed my ankle.