[R18] My father is a pervert – “My Father Is a Pervert” Chapter 95 [English]

Chapter 91 Family

When I was in the fashion industry in my previous life, I rode horses, but I was limited to posing and shooting short films.This was the first time I had ever sat on a galloping horse like this.There was the whistling wind and the rapid sound of horse hooves in my ears. My body was tossed up and down. Fear made me hug his body tightly, burying my face in his chest, not daring to look at anything.We galloped for a while, and just when I felt like my waist was about to break, the horse’s speed gradually slowed down.

“We’re almost there,” he patted my back and said softly, “Keep your head up.”

I moved slowly, turned my head carefully, and looked around. I was suddenly shocked by the scenery around me.

In front of you is an open green land, surrounded by forests and mountains. In the open area in front is a wide lake. The water is blue and clear, like a deep and charming sapphire.On the other side of the lake, you can vaguely see peaceful villages, simple buildings, and green fields. Children are happily playing on the other side of the lake. From here, they look as small as insects and ants.The pace of the horse was unhurried and slow, carrying us forward in the wilderness. It was the season when hundreds of flowers were blooming. The surrounding birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. It was so beautiful that it looked like a beautiful landscape oil painting.In this pleasant scenery, my mind seemed to suddenly open up.

“Do you like it here?” his voice came from behind.I nodded, and he laughed softly and stopped talking.

He led me forward, and the flowers and green leaves passed by my sight, weaving into a gorgeous tapestry in front of my eyes.Gradually, I noticed something. He seemed to be very familiar with this place. He held the reins and controlled the direction of the horse with familiarity, as if he was going somewhere.

Sure enough, my guess was correct. We turned around a small forest and entered a somewhat deserted avenue.The surroundings fell silent, except for the regular clatter of horses’ hooves on the overgrown road.I don’t know why, but I feel that the atmosphere has changed a bit. He has always been silent, but at this moment, there seems to be a hint of sadness and depression. This emotion is transmitted to me through his body temperature, which makes me feel a little apprehensive.Fortunately, the avenue was not too long. After a few turns, I reached the end. In front of me, a manor villa suddenly appeared.

This building is located on a vacant lot. It is of medium size. At first glance, it looks very beautifully built. However, when I took a closer look, I discovered that the house had been abandoned.The stone brick walls had lost their luster due to lack of maintenance for a long time, and were dark and mottled, with clumps of weeds sprouting under the corners.Most of the windows on the walls were damaged and dilapidated, and some still had traces of fire.Around the house, it can be seen that what was once a large and elegant garden is now nothing but wildness and desolation.From the design point of view, this villa is very exquisite, far better than most noble residences, but for some reason it was abandoned here and buried in the woods.

The horse stopped at the entrance to the deserted garden. Uther dismounted first, then picked me up and led me towards the house.We passed through the shapeless arch of the trees and walked slowly along the almost invisible path.Ever since he stepped here, Uther’s feeling has completely changed. His expression is peaceful and melancholy, and his blue eyes are so light that they almost lose their color under the sunlight.I looked at him secretly. Maybe it was an illusion. I seemed to see a touch of sadness and vulnerability in him.This feeling formed a strong contrast with He’s usual coldness and calmness, which made my heart suddenly sting slightly. I couldn’t help but use some strength to hold He’s big hand.

We passed by dilapidated flower beds, stone sculptures wrapped in weeds and vines, and crossed the garden. The building was already in front of us, but he stopped, pulled me, and sat down on a stone bench on the side.

“Here,” he spoke after a short moment of silence, his voice calm: “This is my home.”

I was shocked when I heard this and looked at him unconsciously.I saw he looking at the old house, his eyes filled with countless indescribable emotions.

“This mansion once belonged to the Troy family, and I was born here. My mother is the daughter of the Troy family. Under the arrangement of the family, she met her father who went to the palace to hunt here, which tempted him. My mother and I have been living here, and every summer, my father will come to see us. It is only half a day’s ride from the palace.” At this point, he smiled slightly, a little sarcastically, but also a little warm:”My mother, like your mother, is a cold and vicious woman, but she is very smart and loves me sincerely. She taught me a lot of things so that I can survive even if I am alone. Maybe she has known for a long time that she does not have much time to accompany me…”

He’s voice stopped, seeming to sink into memories.He looked at the door of the house with his blue eyes, as if he had seen all the things he had experienced there, with a touch of homesickness on his face.I have never seen him look like this, and I couldn’t help but whisper: “She… passed away?”

“Well, when I was 10 years old, the house was burned down.” He said calmly: “Three years later, the Troy family also disappeared.”

He’s tone was understatement, but my heart was shocked.I know that things will not be as simple as that. Danger and bloodshed, fear and strife are all buried in this short sentence by he.I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I didn’t know if I should ask him what happened, or if I should keep silent and not open the scar in his heart.

And he did not continue the conversation.He suddenly turned his head and his eyes fell on me. The extremely rare melancholy in his eyes had disappeared. In that short period of time, it was as if he had taken off all his armor and revealed his true and naked self.But now, he has become the strategizing king again, wearing that perfect, charming and extremely cold smile.

“I’ll give you this, okay?” he said.

I was stunned for a moment, gaping at his handsome face, not knowing how to react.My performance was as expected by he. He smiled and continued without me replying:

“Sodora has disappeared, Igland is no longer the queen of Gomorrah, and you are no longer a princess no matter where you are. However, in order to appease the people, Gomorrah has a policy of treating the nobles of the old country well. As the only remaining bloodline of the Sodom royal family, I will make you a countess and give you this manor and the surrounding properties that once belonged to the Troy family. If you are willing, I can also give you this surname. From now on, you can be free.”