[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 134 [English]

Chapter 130 Fornication

I’ve never seen Uther dance.But nobles have received these educations, and so have Leon and me.So I saw Uther holding Elizabeth’s arm and walking to the center of the crowd, dancing with her, giving her the honor of being the king’s fiancée. He acted so calmly and elegantly, with the decadence of a careless royal family, and was so handsome that it took people’s breath away.The little jealousy in my heart reached its peak, and my little hands tightened the hem of my skirt unconsciously.

“Stop scratching me.” Goya walked to my side without leaving a trace, still unpretentious as usual: “Others will notice if you scratch me. Everyone’s eyes are on you today.”

He really knows how to stab someone where it hurts!I glared at him fiercely.

“Yes, I know, I am everyone’s laughing stock, okay!” I said angrily.

“What kind of joke?” He frowned, then immediately understood what I was thinking, and it took a lot of effort not to laugh out loud.

“You little idiot…” He lowered his head to my ear while no one was paying attention, and whispered, with an inappropriate ambiguity in his tone: “Everyone is looking at you because you are so beautiful today. Do you know how many people are talking about you behind your back? Those men are crazy about what they want from you…”

I was stunned and then my face turned red.Because of his breath, his teasing, and the words he said that surprised me.

What? I thought everyone was watching my show, but I didn’t expect it to be because of this…

Today I am indeed radiant, contrary to my usual simplicity. My blond hair is tied up with jewelry, revealing my peerless face and graceful neck. The gorgeous palace skirt outlines the charming body curves. The bright red velvet embroidered with gold makes my skin white and moist.The little face was very rarely painted with rouge and light black, and the watery eyes and sandalwood mouth were enchanting and charming. Although nobles from the north and south gathered in the palace today, and beauties from all over the world competed for their beauty, as soon as I appeared, the whole place lost their color.Since that day, I have officially taken over the title that my biological mother Igland once held and ascended to the throne of the most beautiful woman in the mainland. This is a story for another time.

“Don’t get so close…” My face became hot and I quietly gave Goya an elbow, telling him to be more restrained in this situation.He then straightened up but did not move away.

“What do you think of her?” he asked me, changing the subject.

My eyes turned to the pair of people dancing together in the middle of the hall.To be fair, Elizabeth is also a great beauty.Her complexion is fair, her facial features are beautiful, and her appearance is elegant and refined, but the subtle upward lift at the end of her eyes combines with an imperceptible hint of charm and perseverance.Although she was dressed conservatively, she could still see the uneven curves under the palace skirt, which were high and thin.she stood next to Uther, their innate nobility complemented each other, and their looks matched each other. An emperor like gold, and a beauty like ice and snow, they seemed like a match made in heaven.

I didn’t want to expose my jealousy, so I struggled to squeeze out the words and said reluctantly: “I match your Majesty very well.”

“Oh?” He seemed to be interested and asked: “How do they match?”

Does this mean you want me to praise my love rival?

No matter how big-hearted I am, I can’t do such a thing.His face darkened.Seeing my expression, Goya smiled and shook his head.

“Woman…” He sighed at my short-sightedness: “Listen, she is indeed a perfect match for our King. You should avoid provoking her in the future.”

Do I provoke her?I?!

I have never provoked anyone before, everyone is clearly here to provoke me, okay!

Of course, I was not stupid enough to compete with Goya for this. Instead, I alertly grasped the key points in his words and asked him: “What? Have you heard of anything?”

“I’m in the south, and all I’ve heard about her is her reputation.” Goya said, “But this is suspicious.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t it suspicious that such a beautiful woman has become a widow before she even got married? There has been no scandal at all for so many years?” he said frivolously, with the corner of his mouth crooked.

I choked and was so angry that I couldn’t speak for a long time.

You rascal, a stallion in heat all year round!You think everyone is like you!

“Go away! Go away!” I had been depressed all day, and now I was so angry that my head was throbbing and painful, and my chest felt tight.After growling at him, I picked up my skirt and turned away, trying to find a way out of here and find a place to take a breath.

Goya reached out with his big hand and grabbed my wrist. This action was hidden by the hem of my skirt and did not attract anyone’s attention.

“To be able to climb to the position of queen, especially to be Uther’s queen, is by no means an ordinary person. Someone like you who has never had blood on your hands is not enough to fill her teeth. Stay away from her.”

He’s fiery breath brushed my ears with the sound, perfectly hidden by the noisy joy of the outside world. But this short sentence made my heart skip a beat.When I looked up, he had already let go of me, distanced himself from me, and put on a flattering smile.

“Are you feeling unwell, Your Majesty? The west terrace on the third floor faces the garden. It’s a good place to rest.”

He was polite on the surface, but he asked me to have an affair with him.I looked at him looking so sanctimonious, and my teeth started to itch with hatred.But what he just said made me uneasy, and I wanted to catch him and interrogate him.I watched he for a while, but still couldn’t suppress my curiosity. I reluctantly turned around, quietly left the hall, and walked towards the west terrace on the third floor.

It’s winter now, and I’m dressed warmly, and I’ve just come out of the hot hall. I feel the coolness of the silence in the palace. I don’t feel cold for a while, my spirit is lifted, and the depression in my chest is relieved.I climbed the stairs alone, turned around the cloister, and reached the west terrace. Not daring to go outside the window in the cold winter, I sat in the niche in front of the terrace.

There are lights on the wall of the niche, but the corridor outside is dimmed due to scattered lighting.I sat on the cushioned stone bench and waited for Goya to slip out and see me.While waiting, I thought about what Goya had just said in my mind, and then thinking about the encounter with Elizabeth in the corridor in the evening, I felt even more elusive.

Don’t be fooled by Goya’s rugged appearance. He is like a hungry tiger in the forest or a shark in the ocean. He can capture the smell of blood thousands of miles away with just instinct or even sixth sense.Thinking about it calmly, what he just said makes sense.In this era of aristocratic debauchery and immorality, fornication, adultery, and incest abound, and every family is full of rotten odor beneath its bright appearance. Yet in the sinful country of Sodom, the most favored daughter of the Bathory family, the richest and most prominent noble family, is willing to waste her years and become a white lotus that emerges from the mud and remains unsullied?According to my understanding of this world, this is indeed strange, abnormal and demonic.

If it is not extremely evil, it is extremely good.Could it be that she is really a great saint?

I was thinking wildly and my eyes fell on my hands.Against the contrast of the bright clothes, my hands looked as white as jade carvings and as soft as boneless.

I have been in this world for nearly ten years.In the past ten years, I have been beaten into lowly dust, and I have also been promoted to the pinnacle of glory.In this dark age when civilians are like ants and nobles hold the power of life and death, everyone around me has piles of dead bones at their feet.And I have never had blood on my hands.

I am not kind or pure, I have used scheming and tricks, but everything I did was for survival.I never hurt anyone.

This is my pride.But now, it may also be my fatal weakness.

In the stone niche, which was reflected in warm yellow by the firelight, I was dressed in rich clothes and sitting quietly, like a masterpiece of oil painting handed down from generation to generation.In the corridor, clear footsteps finally came.Goya finally came to the appointment. I stood up impatiently, ready to complain to him, but when I saw the man stepping out of the stone wall and appearing under the arch of the niche door, I was stunned.

The figure in front of him was tall and tall, calm and elegant. He was clearly not Goya, but King Uther who was supposed to be downstairs.