[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 141 [English]

Chapter 137 The Duke Comes to Have an Affair

I was full of depression, and he appeared at just the right time, which doubled my grievances. I was grateful to him, but also hated him for why he only came to see me now, and I couldn’t help but shed tears.When Goya saw that I was crying, without saying a word, he took off the Duke’s gorgeous coat and tied it around his waist. With only his shirt on, he climbed up to the second floor balcony as quickly as a pirate, climbed over the railing, and hugged me.

“Are you missing me? You actually want to cry?” He is still the same, laughing and joking, and his words of coaxing me are so sweet, but his embrace is particularly gentle, with his fiery temperature, protecting me.Rarely, I didn’t reply. I reached out and hugged him back tightly, burying my face into his broad and strong chest.

He picked me up and went back indoors, kicked the balcony door closed, turned around and sat down by the bed.

“You don’t really miss me, do you?” He put me on his lap and joked informally: “I’m really flattered that you still miss me when you’re here with your dad.”

He It’s okay not to say this. When I mentioned this, I felt sour and tears immediately fell down.When he saw that I was crying hard, I was immediately confused.

“What’s wrong…” He finally sounded helpless: “You can’t really blame me for not coming to find you, right? Isn’t this with your daddy?”

“Your Majesty, he is simply a liar…” After suffering for more than half a month, I was looking forward to having a backer. I showed off all my skills and sobbing, confusing right and wrong to him: “He and Elizabeth teamed up to bully me… tricked me into the palace without being able to see him, and he went to find Elizabeth at night… wu wu wu…”

I sat on his lap and wiped my tears, crying and acting coquettishly.Goya’s expression became extremely wonderful, as if he had heard a big joke. He tried his best to hold back his laughter and asked me: “You have been in the palace for so long and you haven’t seen Uther?”

“How come! I’m ordered by the queen during the day, and at night I send guards to surround my bedroom like an iron barrel!” I cried unreasonably: “He is just colluding with Elizabeth! Don’t you just want to keep me under control and not hinder the good things of he and me!”

Goya couldn’t help it anymore and laughed so hard that he almost fell on the bed.

“How could there be a little idiot like you…” He laughed so hard that he was out of breath: “Whose palace is this? Whose are the guards outside? Elizabeth has come all the way here with no foundation. You have been with Uther for a year, and you have a title. She has to be polite when she meets you. It’s her luck that you don’t fight her. I didn’t expect you to take the initiative to cede land and pay compensation. Do you still want to be the king’s mistress?”

I was struck by thunder and enlightened by these few words.

Bastard!I was so confused for a moment that I fell into Elizabeth’s trap!

Since my last life, I have been a professional mistress, with financial backers spanning all walks of life, including black and white, and all walks of life in politics and business. This profession is high-paying, but also high-risk. I have been able to live for more than ten years and still climb higher and higher, precisely because of my low profile.The higher the position of the person next to me, the more I have to be content, pursue wealth without being ostentatious, in order to save my life and gain more benefits.I unconsciously carried this habit into this life, but I forgot that the two eras were completely different.After all, the modern era requires equality and the rule of law, but now the king’s power is supreme. If I make trouble by relying on the king’s favor, the queen will even be angry with me.There are simply not too many examples of this!

But I, a fool, still held on to my old ideas and tried to settle the matter, but Elizabeth pinched me.Now that I’m awake, I really want to slap myself twice.Elizabeth has only been in the palace for less than three months. Even if the guards outside the door were arranged by her, they are still the king’s people.And I actually trapped myself in a cocoon, stupidly imprisoning myself in this bedroom?

How could I be so stupid!

I sat dumbly in Goya’s arms, cursing myself bloody in my heart.Goya thought I was silly and cute, so he couldn’t help hugging me and kissing my little face: “I’m so stupid that I still want to give it away to others. I don’t even know that I’ve been skinned and dismembered. I feel so distressed. You’d better follow me out of the palace.”

I have been tortured by lust these past few days and am going crazy. When he hugged me and kissed me, my body immediately softened.But I haven’t forgotten Elizabeth’s hint today. Is Uther really going to sleep with her?Or is she trying to trick me again?

Goya has also been a virgin for a while, but now he can’t hold back any time he touches my body. While kissing me, he touches me randomly, and wants to reach into my nightgown with his big hands.And I really couldn’t let go of the thoughts about Uther and Elizabeth. If Goya got his hands on it right now, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed that night: “Wait…wait…” I started to struggle and refuse: “I want to go find His Majesty…”

Even a person can’t stand being in the arms of a man and making noises about finding another man.Goya’s face suddenly darkened.But I have already grasped he firmly, and I am not afraid of he at all.Pushing away his hand, I wanted to jump to the ground.

Goya grabbed my waist and said harshly, “You don’t want to go anywhere.” He threw me on the bed with one hand. Regardless of my struggle, he tore my nightgown to pieces twice and didn’t bother to take off my clothes. He pressed his huge body down and kissed and touched my snow-white soft body. He took a mouthful of the red raspberry on my snow-capped peak and sucked it. He spread my tender legs with his big hands, covered my soft clam meat, and kneaded it non-stop.

“No, I don’t…” I struggled harder under him: “Let me go… I’m going to find His Majesty…”

He ignored my nonsense and just relied on his strength to press me until I couldn’t move. He just kissed and caressed me.Just like I know him, he also knows me, knowing that no matter what I say, as long as I am aroused, I will not care about having sex with him.However, this time it was beyond his expectation. I just refused to follow his will. It was obvious that my tender pussy was twitching and his hand was wet with wetness, but I still insisted on struggling and resisting. In the end, I simply covered my eyes and started crying.

“Bad guy…wuwuwu…big bad guy…I said no more, but you still insist on bullying people…”

Goya really had nothing to do with me. He couldn’t beat me or scold me. If he really started crying, he would have to be coaxed by him.At this time, he didn’t dare to get hard, so he sighed, half-kneeling on the bed and straightened up, still holding me between his legs.

I was riding underneath him, my body was almost naked, I was holding up my two white arms, covering my tearful eyes with the back of my hands, and I was sobbing.Goya lost his temper because of me, and said helplessly: “Little white-eyed wolf, you still have the nerve to cry. I sneaked in to see you, but you were making trouble to find someone else, so I should cry, okay?”

“But, Elizabeth said that His Majesty is going to find her tonight…” I cried: “I…I don’t want to…I just want to know if His Majesty is really with her…”

Goya almost laughed angrily: “Why do you think Uther doesn’t marry her? What does getting married have to do with whether the weather is cold or not! Behind Elizabeth is the huge southern power, and Uther has not suppressed it, so Elizabeth cannot get pregnant. Not being married yet is an excuse to have a different relationship. Even if spring comes, there will be other reasons to delay the wedding. You are the only little wild cat who doesn’t understand anything. If someone sets a trap for you, you just stupidly get in!”

I know nothing about politics, but what he said made sense, so I stopped crying. I removed my hand and asked him timidly: “Really?”

Goya’s teeth were itching, so he simply picked me up, wrapped me in a sheet, and carried me towards the door: “Aren’t you looking for your dad? I’ll take you there! Let you see with your own eyes whether he went to find Elizabeth!”