A Caged Bird Doesn't Cry - Chapter 2 Part II
Chapter 2 Part II
His vision became distorted with the pain that felt like his eyeball was going to be pulled out. Andrea, who was rubbing his left temple, received a message that someone had come to see him.
"Who?"
"It's Locardi Vuter. I was told that if I tell that you saw him yesterday, the Duke would know."
"Locardi Vuter? Locardi..."
He frowned for a moment at the unfamiliar name, then thought of the merchant's face that reminded him of a rat. What business could it be? Was it a gift from Linus? Since Linus had boasted about buying him a canary but had failed, it was highly likely that Linus had bought another sl@ve and sent him.
'How annoying.'
He nodded, unable to refuse the prince's gift even though he thought it was a bother.
"Tell him to wait."
I slowly got up, put on my gown, and went into the reception room. There was no reason to wear clothes when meeting a mere merchant. Then I ran into Olivia, who was accompanying with a face I had never seen before.
"Where are you going? I came here to have a good time. Oh, this is Rose Giovito. The second daughter of Baron Giovito."
If Olivia was talking about a good time, she had one two days ago, so 'a good time' must apply to this new person. Rose was a woman with impressive blonde hair and green eyes. When her eyes met with Andrea's, Rose quickly looked down and her cheeks turned red in an instant. It was something that happened to him all the time.
"Detailed introduction inside."
When Andrea pointed to the bedroom, Olivia happily pulled Rose's arm. With the two of them, he thought he would be able to fall asleep easily tonight. Andrea entered the reception room in a much better mood, feeling as if even his headache had subsided a little.
"I greet the Duke of Kalidnas."
Perhaps because the place had changed, Locardi's sharp atmosphere had softened. If yesterday he had been like a sinister rat, today he seemed like a scared rat. He seemed to be intimidated by the high ceiling of the reception room.
"Yesterday I did not recognize you and was rude to you. Please forgive me."
Contrary to Andrea's expectation that Linus had sent him, Locardi said that he had come to see him on his own. He would offer a canary for him, who had severe insomnia.
"I think you'll like it. She's quite good at singing. She's also a virgin."
Locardi smiled slyly and bowed his waist cowardly, rubbing his hands together.
"In return, please grant me one favor..."
It was a request, but it was no different from a condition. A condition for an unwanted gift, it was a very unpleasant thing in many ways. Locardi also knew that and bowed down. He quickly spoke, keeping an eye on the situation so that no one would come to chase him away.
"It is not a loss to you, Your Grace! I have a son, and he is a painter. If you can be put to sleep with the canary's lullaby, please allow him to paint just one portrait of you, Your Grace!"
As Locardi said, Andrea had nothing to lose. However, the benefit that would go to the painter, Locardi’s son, was even greater. Just the fact that he painted a portrait of Andrea Kalidnas, would not only increase his reputation, but if he was lucky, he could even aim for a court painter. Considering his status as a merchant who made a living on the black market, it was an excessive amount of luck.
“You said you wouldn’t sell it, but why did you suddenly change your mind?”
Isn’t that why he's offering it like this instead of selling it? If the other party had been a nobleman, Locardi might have just shrugged it off. However, the man in front of him right now was Andrea Kalidnas, the god of slaughter. Pulling out a tongue that was played wrongly would be nothing to him.
"Actually, it's not that I don't sell it, it's that I can't sell it. That damn bitch, no, the canary doesn't sing to just anyone. But!"
Fearing that it might sound like he was disposing of useless trash, Locardi quickly added,
"It will definitely sing to the Duke. I promise, yes. I brought her here after giving her a thorough warning and promising to do so again."
What if he asks why? Locardi was worried, but fortunately Andrea didn't ask any more.
"Alright. If I get a good night's sleep, I'll give your son a chance to draw my portrait".
That's right! That's good! Locardi secretly cheered. It was worth it to keep the silver-haired woman hidden and cherished all this time. She'd been causing some trouble recently, but it wasn't that bad of a loss, since it only cost him an old slave's life.
"Then I'll bring you the canary right away."
"As you wish."
What's so great about bringing it right away, like a colonel?
Andrea laughed and got up from his seat. He had no intention of granting Locardi's request. He had work to do tonight, so he would skip it and when the sun would rise, he would send the sl@ve Locardi had offered to Linus.
He wondered if she was a canary or a parrot. He had no intention of listening to the sl*ve's song, and since it wouldn't make him fall asleep, strictly speaking, he hadn't broken Locardi's terms.
Andrea, who had come to this conclusion, took a light puff of cigarette before going into the bedroom. By the time he took the last sip, the smoke had washed away the thoughts of black market and lowly sl*ves. So when he saw the huge new structure in the bedroom, he thought for a moment that he had come to the wrong place. If he hadn’t noticed the two women waiting for him, he would have thought so.
“What is that? Is it a gift for us, Andrea?”
Olivia asked with shining eyes. Rose’s green eyes were also filled with curiosity, even though she didn’t say it out loud.
“Well.”
Andrea gave high marks to Locardi’s excessively quick actions and peeled off the white cloth covering the structure. An absurdly large cage was revealed. It was a golden cage with large jewels embedded in every joint of the iron bars. Inside the cage, which was so ornate that it looked rather crude, was a silver-haired woman crouching.
It was a canary.
The only difference was that her hair was neatly braided and her face was clearly visible. Her skin was as white as snow, her large, clear purple eyes, her plump lips, and her sharp nose gave off a mysterious yet innocent vibe within her soft jawline.
In a word, she was a pretty woman.
“She’s a cute sl*ve.”
Rose muttered.
“It smells good.”
Olivia, who was well aware of the canary’s reputation, explained happily.
"They call it a sweet canary. It smells sweet.... But it really smells from its body. Andrea, you've acquired something precious. Congratulations."
The sweet scent he'd already smelled stimulated his sense of smell. A body scent similar to green grapes. He hated sweets, but this woman's body odor was something to smell. One, that was all.
Andrea turned his back without making any judgments and turned to the two women. When he touched the knot of her gown, Olivia took off the thin layer of clothing she was wearing. Rose was the same.
Just as there was no reason not to take off your clothes in front of animals like dogs or horses, it was not shameful to strip naked in front of a sl*ve. Therefore, both women had no hesitation in becoming naked. Andrea was the same.
As his bare skin that had been covered was revealed, he noticed that her silver hair was twitching and rippling, and he slowly took off the cumbersome things. Finally, as soon as he was completely naked, Andrea glanced at the canary. He saw that the two eyes fixed on his center were round like fully bloomed violets, and he snickered.
Her fixed gaze, without even blinking, was filled with astonishment and curiosity at the same time. It was a gaze that clearly showed that she had never met a man before. It was a bit too explicit, but it was not a bad reaction to stimulate interest.
"This is different too."
Olivia, who guessed his intentions from his unusually erect p€nis, clung to him more persistently than usual. No matter how hot the moment was, Andrea never ejaculated inside her v@gina. But today, she might be able to contain Andrea's semen inside her.
Rose, who had been robbed of the lead by Olivia, also read the ominous atmosphere and quickly found her role and actively moved.
"Yeah, yeah!"
The Canary quickly lowered her head at the slutty moan as no one spoke to her first.
As anyone would.
Instead of ordering her to look this way, Andrea roughly moved his lower body toward the slit where his p€nis was half-inserted.
"Kyaah! Andrea!"
At the new scream, the canary instinctively raised its head and looked at him again. Andrea felt a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before at the gazes pouring down on the couple in the middle of copulation. Then, he soon realized that the canary’s two eyes were caught by something else and became very upset. What she was looking at with longing eyes was a quill. The quill that he had picked up at the black market and thrown away carelessly.
At that moment, he felt as dirty as the quill that had been burned. Andrea, who had firmly grabbed Olivia’s buttocks and spread them left and right, intentionally raised her waist hard.
“Kyaa! Ah, Ah!”
At the loud sound, the canary’s attention, which had been focused on the quill, turned back to him. He felt much better.
In this way, the lovemaking continued longer than usual because the intensity and weakness were repeated according to the canary’s gaze. It was just before dawn when even Olivia, who was physically fit, trembled and left the bedroom, not to mention Rose.
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