Seraphina Balleon, the daughter of Count Balleon, who was raised with great care. She was reborn during an unusually cold winter.
Seraphina, the daughter of Count Balleon, sneaked out of the mansion with her dedicated maid Mireille to go to the market to buy a birthday present for her father. "How about this, Miss? I think the Count would like it..." "Shh! Mireille! What if I call you Miss?! If I do that, I'll get caught."
"Ah! Excuse me. You're an adult now, right? Then how about the princess? The future empress wouldn't be so bad either."
"Oh my! Mireille. Stop teasing me. Just call me something different outside."
"Of course~ That's how it should be. Oh my~ My young lady. Are you still this cute even though you're an adult?" The two exchanged affectionate jokes that were unusual for a young lady and her maid. The two women who were going around to choose a birthday present that Count Valeon would like were bound to stand out no matter how much they disguised themselves. In particular, the natural elegance and majesty that Seraphina exuded was not something that everyone could possess. Her beautiful blonde hair that seemed to melt gold and her blue eyes that seemed to be inlaid with sapphires, revealed under her disguise robe, had the power to capture people's attention.
Her beautiful appearance, on the contrary, became poisonous, leading to her tragic kidnapping by a group of thugs who were after money. Clang! "Whew?!" Seraphina groaned in pain as she rolled on the shabby warehouse floor after being kicked in the lower abdomen. A dizzying pain and unimaginable humiliation that she had never felt in her life as a high-ranking noble came rushing in.
"Hey! What if you touch the goods?! What if it breaks?" "But this insolent bitch bit me!" The nameless thug who had kicked Seraphina earlier got angry as he touched the back of her hand where the bite mark remained. Seraphina looked at the scar she had made through her vision blurred by That small mark, not even bleeding, would soon disappear. She felt helpless and humiliated. As she rolled around on the floor filled with the cold air that reached her bones, even her dress, tears.
Which she had cherished as a disguise, became covered in dust and dirt. However, this was nothing compared to the humiliation that her dedicated maid Mireille was experiencing. "Gyaaaaah! Miss! Miss Seraphina! Please save me!"
"Hold still, you punk! I've always wondered what the juicy flesh of a maid working for a count's house would taste like, and now I have the chance."
Mireille, who had just become an adult, was surrounded by the numerous thugs who had kidnapped us and was in danger of being gang raped. Unlike herself, who was treated as a 'commodity' in order to receive money from the count's house, Mireille was being treated carelessly as if it was okay to hurt and break her as much as she wanted. The neat maid's uniform was torn apart by the thugs' waxy hands, and the mature woman's body hidden underneath was revealed.
"Whew~ As expected of a girl working for a noble house, her skin is pale."
"Is it because you ate good food that your breasts are big and · butt is so firm that I wouldn't get tired of kneading it all night long?"
The thugs were coveting Mireille in a vulgar tone, as if they had no idea what a serious crime it was to touch a maid of a noble family. Mireille's desperate gaze asking for help was so creepy.
Seraphina shouted with dignity to save her one and only precious dedicated maid from the clutches of the thugs. "Mi, Mireille...! Hey, can't you guys let Mireille go right now?!"
Seraphina had never shouted until she became an adult, but it was different now. She threw her dignity and shouted with dignity for However, they pretended not to hear my protests
As the daughter of the wealthy Count Valeon family, who were said to be where gold springs, this was the first time in her life that she had been so thoroughly ignored. 'Mireille. I don't know what to do in times like this.' Seraphina, who didn't know what to do, cast a desperate gaze at Mireille, who was on the verge of being gang raped, in search of an answer. Even her dedicated maid, who had always been there to give her appropriate advice, didn't seem to be able to give her an answer to escape this predicament this time.
Her brown eyes, reminiscent of freshly baked bread, were filled with despair and tears, and her brown hair that reached down to her shoulders was so disheveled that it was covered in dust. "Ah, Miss! Miss, please save me...! Sob??!!"
Mireille's tear-soaked eyes opened wide as if they were going to burst open, and a single, exhausted groan burst out as if she had been stabbed with a knife. "Ah..." Seraphina instinctively realized what had happened to Mireille.
A thug with a heavy build had slammed his waist down between Mireille's widely spread legs. Mireille's face turned pale and she cast her trembling gaze between her legs. From where Seraphina was sitting, the two people's sexual intercourse was not clearly visible.
"Look at her fat ass. It's different from those skinny bitches. I'll have to eat it all night long, so don't fuck her too hard."
"Shut up. When else would I get to eat the pussy of a nobleman's maid? I'll have to fuck it until it's all gone and brag about it while drinking."
"Don't get stabbed while playing around with your mouth. Keep your mouth shut."
"T got the nagging... that's all!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! The thugs started raping Mireille, talking about how they stole a woman's chastity as if it were some kind of heroic feat.
"Ah, ahh! Gyaaaaah! Sa, Sal....! Baby.... Missyi..... Huh?! Ugh...?!" Mireille screamed at the top of her lungs, calling my name. I could only stare blankly at my dedicated maid, who had been like a friend to me, rolling on the cold floor and being crushed under the man's stomach. Every time the punk lowered his waist, the dull sound of flesh hitting flesh began to fill the warehouse, and the smoky dust on the floor rose up and floated through the air. The sight of Mireille's pale legs, swinging helplessly in the air, shining alluringly under the fading dusk, was strangely beautiful.
"Mi, Mireille..." Seraphina was enveloped in a deep sense of helplessness. Mireille treated me like a blood-related younger sister, not like the rigid relationship between a noblewoman and her maid. I watched from the side as despair and resignation began to creep into Mireille's brown eyes, which were always full of playfulness.
", stop... stop it...!" smack! smack! smack! My vain screams were buried in the dull, sharp sound of flesh colliding with flesh and disappeared into the air. The beasts surrounding Mireille, as if they could no longer bear it any longer, took out their dirty cocks one by one and masturbated while looking at the poor maid being abused. Some people sucked and gently kneaded the maid's lusciously ripe breasts, while others licked the round bare legs that were lifted in the air.
Mireille was mixed with the beasts' bodily fluids and lust. "Huk! Huk! Kk, kk...!" The heavy beast that had been climbing onto Mireyu's stomach and shaking its waist repeatedly pressed down on her as if it was going to bury her on the floor with a groan that sounded like boiling water, and then all movement stopped. "Ah...?" Mireyu, who had been staring blankly into space as if escaping from the cruel reality, let out a vain groan of disbelief at the reality that was rushing in. Her trembling brown eyes turned to the hideous beast that had been climbing onto her stomach and shaking its waist. The beast that had taken her virginity was struggling to push in a little more of its rising seed of lust, drool dripping from its twisted mouth.
"Ah, no! I don't want to be inside! Ah, the baby...! Aaaahhhhhhh!!!" A desperate scream mixed with unbelievable despair that had come from the cheerful and playful Mireyu filled the warehouse. Seraphina felt her heart pounding as if it was going to burst out of her mouth, and the desperate scream of the maid shook Yeong-ae's pure soul.
"K, keuhuh....shit, shit. It's really incredible how it squeezes you all the way. Is this why I have to hire a high-class prostitute? I don't think I can be satisfied with just any woman anymore?"
"What high-class prostitute? A maid to a count's family is a lower noble. You're the kind of man who wouldn't be able to buy a house even if you scraped together money your whole life." The punk who had been climbing on top of Mireille slowly got up with a sly laugh. Then the dirty penis that had been stuck between Mireille's legs was pulled out with a slur, and the maid's tears of pleasure, her love juice, and her virgin blood, proof of her purity, dripped onto the floor. Seraphina couldn't see Mireille's legs clearly, but she could see a slimy, white fluid pouring down the maid's lower body.
Seraphina's chest and lower abdomen, watching all of this, felt like they were being squeezed. A bursting heat began to spread through her cold body. The strange body odor and the pungent smell of semen that began to spread through the air were so creepy, but they gave her soul a shock she would never forget.