[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 138 [English]

Chapter 134 Female Officer

That night, Letty found me shortly after, put my makeup on, and went back to the dance with me.Goya saw the redness at the corners of my eyes and a lonely expression. He was very puzzled and asked me quietly: “Why are you still crying?”

I glanced at him and knew in my heart that he was the pimp for the king and made our private meeting possible.In his opinion, good things should have happened when firewood and fire met, but why did I cry instead.Although he was thoughtful, he was not deep enough to understand a woman. I was too lazy to talk to him, so I lowered my head and avoided it.

In the center of the crowd, Uther was still so cold and calm.It even made me feel that those deep feelings and impulses just now were all my illusions.

When I came to the palace this time, I was still holding my breath and fully armed, thinking that I couldn’t let anyone see the joke.But at this moment, those persistence suddenly became so ridiculous.I was restless and abandoned my armor. I really couldn’t bear to be in the same room with Uther without knowing each other. After a while, I pretended to be uncomfortable, ran away regardless, and retreated into my own shell.

Sure enough, Uther was never seen again.Even if he talks sweetly, he will not lie to me.

The Lord’s appearance will come in such a grand and solemn way.When it comes to skill, no one can beat Uther.Under his rule, the two major sects, which were once incompatible, miraculously coexisted and jointly recognized his royal power.This year’s Lord’s Appearance Day is significant enough to be recorded in history, both religiously and politically.When I was in the solemn and gorgeous cathedral, I saw Uther in full attire, holding the crown used for the highest ceremony in his hands, half-kneeling in front of the two popes, receiving God’s blessing. He was so handsome and towering that my heart couldn’t help but ache.

After the Lord appears, it is the most leisurely time of the year.For the common people, spring plowing has not yet begun, and everyone is enjoying the hard-won peace, repairing their houses, and sorting out their work tools.In the upper class, this period of time is relatively boring. There are still several months until the social season. The nobles have nothing to do, so they take this time to reorganize their territory or family affairs.I was idle in the palace in the royal capital, relying on music and embroidery to pass the boring time.A few days later, a piece of news came, and my laziness was shocked and disappeared.

Elizabeth, the soon-to-be queen of the kingdom, heard about my many talents and gentle personality, and invited me to join the palace as her lady-in-waiting.

In this era, in addition to the maids, the queen also had a group of noble women who served as female officials to accompany and serve the queen.For any aristocratic woman, being selected to serve as a female official in the palace is a coveted honor, because female officials must be outstanding in terms of family status, temperament, and talent.But when I heard the news, I just felt frightened and uneasy.

I grew up in Uther’s court, and I know that in northern countries, due to constant wars and rough folk customs, such court etiquette is not valued. Uther’s life has always been streamlined, and he has no time to take care of these trivial matters in the harem. The person who made this suggestion must be Elizabeth from the luxurious south.

Due to the bitter cold weather, it was not suitable to hold a wedding, so Elizabeth had not yet taken the title of queen, but as the king’s fiancée, she already enjoyed all the rights of a queen by public acquiescence.Even on the Lord’s Day, she and Uther received the Pope’s blessing together, but she did not stand beside Uther like a queen, but behind Uther.There is nothing reprehensible about her calling me to serve in the palace.But I thought about the warning Goya gave me, coupled with my relationship with Uther, which made me confused about her purpose.

I discussed it with Letty.Letty has always had a rock-solid admiration for Uther and insisted that as long as I enter the palace, Uther will definitely protect me.But I was still afraid, and when Goya came to see me, I asked him for advice.

“Don’t go if you’re afraid.” He said disapprovingly.

“But… she is the queen after all…” I hesitated.

“Are you afraid of her?” he said with a half-smile, “still want to see Uther?”

It seemed inappropriate to discuss this issue with him, so I shut up angrily.Seeing that I stopped talking, Goya held on for a while and finally lost.

“She can invite you only with Uther’s permission.” He said, “Maybe she wants to please Uther, or she has other motives, but if she really wants to attack you, she may not dare to do it under Uther’s eyes.”

“Your Majesty, does he know that I am going to the palace?” I was stunned.

“Yes, I’m waiting for you.” Goya’s tone was cool.

After being together for so long, I have roughly learned that the more informal his tone is, the more truthful his words are.Thinking of Uther waiting for me in the palace, my heart was filled with joy, and my little face lit up uncontrollably.Seeing me like this, Goya made a self-deprecating smile on his lips, snorted softly, and turned his head.

When he snorted, I realized my gaffe and looked at him with a guilty conscience.I saw him sitting casually on the sofa, with his arms wide open and a nonchalant attitude. I felt guilty and a little soft and sweet in my heart.

Goya has always been cynical. He loves to tease me and bully me whenever he has nothing to do. He often makes me angry.But when I wake up, I can always find his quiet care for me in countless details.No one has ever given me such a strong and stable sense of security, not even Leon, let alone Uther.He is like a broad rock in the sea. No matter how violent the wind and waves are, he is always strong and stable, silently supporting and protecting me.

I couldn’t help but feel a lot of tenderness in my heart. I moved closer to him and whispered softly to him: “Uncle.”

He is much taller than me. He is condescending and looks down on me like he is smiling but not smiling. He looks really bad.But at this time, I felt that he was so pleasing to the eye. His slightly downward slanted eyebrows, high bridge of nose, always raising one corner of his mouth, and clear lines of his jaw and Adam’s apple. In addition, he’s strong, large, muscular body exuded such a strong masculine aura. It actually highlighted that I was more delicate and weak. Driven by the most primitive biological instincts, I was willing to sacrifice myself for his protection.Under his breath, my hormones surged, my face turned red and my heart beat. I climbed into his arms like a kitten, put my hands on his shoulders, and said in a thinner voice, so delicate that I could squeeze out water: “Uncle.”

Goya could never resist my temptation.I didn’t use any means, I just yelled “he” twice coquettishly, and “he” couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.Two big hands smoothly supported my back and hips, turned me over, and pushed me down on the sofa.

“Well…” I have become a slut now. I was pressed by the man’s majestic and hot body, and my whole body became soft and boneless. However, I pretended to refuse in a soft voice: “I hate it… I can’t be here…”

Goya saw through my duplicity at a glance and smiled evilly: “In a place like this, doing it is more exciting…” As he said that, he blocked my mouth and a pair of big hands slid down the curve of my body…

After a while, the sultry breathing echoed in the evening living room, mixed with the man’s occasional low voice, continuously…