[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 125 [English]

Chapter 121 Marriage?!

The days of enjoyment always pass quickly, but they will eventually end.As the weather gets colder, the leaves on the trees become fewer and fewer, signaling the coming harsh season.Winter is not a good time to wander outside, so I reluctantly followed Goya’s arrangements and started my journey home.

I have been away from home for almost a month and have visited many famous mountains and rivers in the northwest of the royal capital. At this time, I feel a little homesick.It may not be accurate to say that I am homesick. It has only been less than two months since I moved into Troy Manor, and I really miss this new home very much.What I really miss is…

It has been three months since I left Uther. According to what I said before, it seems like… it’s time for that guy to come back…

I always have mixed emotions when I think of he.Most of it is yearning, part of it is tenderness, and a small part of it is fear.After all, I have been hanging out with his brother during this time, and I have done all kinds of bottomless things.Although I know that this pervert Uther doesn’t care, I can’t help feeling guilty when I think of the sweet and fanatical time I had with him, and when I think of Goya and I now having no inhibitions.

Maybe my uneasiness is revealed in my words and actions, and coupled with the onset of my menstruation, I am quite emotionally unstable.Goya easily guessed my thoughts.He didn’t say anything until that night, in a shabby but lively tavern in a small town, he poured me two glasses of wine, and while I was still awake and drunk, he said to me: “Uther has returned to the palace.”

He does not address His Majesty, but calls him by his first name, which shows the closeness between the two.My heart skipped a beat. I was happy and confused at the same time. I didn’t dare to raise my head, and kept silent with my eyelashes lowered. Only my jade-like onion-like fingers clenched the wine can, and my fingertips turned white, revealing my state of mind.

Goya’s voice continued to ring in my ears: “He went to the south this time to meet with the Bartoli family and discuss marriage with them.”

Marriage?who?I thought in confusion, and then suddenly realized something.

What’s the difference?Now the three members of the royal family are already my guests.Among them, Goya is a duke, so the possibility of marriage is smaller. Then, the remaining people are…Uther and Leon?!

When I thought of these two names, my heart suddenly ached, my face changed, and I suddenly raised my eyes to look at he.And he looked calm, with a rare expression that showed no signs of ridicule. He looked back at me, his brown eyes seemed to contain a little comfort.

“It’s better to tell you now than to find out after you go back.” He’s voice was softer than usual: “When winter is over, the wedding will be held.”

“…Who is getting married?” I tried my best, but my voice still trembled slightly, and asked he.

“Uther is only 35 years old.” he answered in another way.

Really… His Majesty the King…

My mind was a mess, buzzing, but deep down in my heart, it felt like a stone had fallen to the ground, quiet and cold.

In fact, I have always subconsciously guessed that there will be such a moment, but I never want to think about it, and always let this vague thought fly away before it appears.Although the marriage between Uther and Igraine lasted for many years, it was in vain. This was known to the entire continent.Ever since Gomorrah went south to declare war, there have been so many conflicts of interest, and so many people have begun to covet the queen’s position.Later, the Igraine incident happened and he disappeared from the palace. There were many fights and fights behind the scenes. Uther may even be involved in it, calculating the best interests for himself, no, for this country…

Uther was in his prime and had only one son, and he was the first king to unify this continent and the supreme ruler. In addition, he was wise and wise, and he had outstanding appearance… How could such a man, such a monarch, be single and not marry?

I am just his lover and his pet. I realized this when I returned to him.I don’t ask for he, and I don’t want he.He and I originally had our own needs.Not to mention how can I blame him?I even slept with his son, and during this period of time, I was still in his brother’s bed… Am I still going to cry, make trouble, and hang myself to prevent him from getting a wife?Even if he is willing to “keep his body like a jade” for me for the rest of his life, this country cannot tolerate being without offspring for a day.

I understand all this and have been prepared for it.But when this moment does come, I still have to bear the inevitable blow.Heartbroken?Can’t say.anger?Not even that.If I had to say it, I think it might be confusion.Because I know that everything will change, and the sweet time in my memory when we were leaning on each other will never come back.I believe that my safety will not be harmful. After all, in this era, everyone who is a queen knows that a king must have a mistress, and some queens are even close friends with their mistresses.Moreover, Uther has already paved the way for me. Now I have the status of a baroness and dominate the whole party. If the queen’s background is not strong, she may have to be polite when she sees me.

…bastard…is my identity also part of his calculations?How deep is this guy’s scheming, and how much foreshadowing is there, and I won’t be able to discover it until many years later?

I was sitting in this dark tavern, face to face with Goya, but I turned a blind eye to he and was in a daze.My mind was already full, but there were more thoughts popping up, making me feel like my head was going to explode.When I felt I couldn’t bear it anymore, my hand was held by a big fiery hand, and a deep voice sounded in my ears:

“Stop drinking. That’s it for tonight.”

I slowly came back to my senses and realized that I had drunk several large glasses of wine without realizing it, and there were several empty glasses around me, and my head… well… my head hurt…

Only then did the alcohol rush to my forehead, my eyes started to spin, and I couldn’t sit still, so I fell onto the table.Goya stretched out his arm in time to cushion me, then sighed slightly, picked me up and put me on his lap.And I very naturally put my hands on his neck and buried my head in his chest.

I was drunk and my memory is hazy.I don’t know if I’m crying, I even think he doesn’t know if I’m crying.I only remember him wrapping his arms around me, his hot breath wrapping around me, dispelling the coldness of early winter.He stroked my slightly trembling back with his big hands, lowered his head, and whispered softly in my ear, like coaxing a toddler. His thighs were still rising slightly, and he hugged me and bumped gently.

Bastard… Uther, you bastard… I miss you so much, do you know… You must know… You must know…

That night, Goya took me back to my room.Before, when I was on my period, I would give him a blowjob, either handjob, breastjob, or footjob… This was the first night of our trip, and we didn’t do anything.He lay next to me, gently hugged my waist, and used his body temperature to warm me in the cold night.And I turned my back to him, my golden hair covering my snow-white face, and I fell asleep deeply. My thick eyelashes were closed, and there were no traces of tears on my face.