Countess' lover

Until now, Phantom had to admit that he might have underestimated the countess and the greatest catastrophe he had encountered.

He still remembered the woman's slender and tender neck, and he only needed to strangle her lightly to make her survive.But she had a lot of strength and courage, and rushed into his arms all at once, leaving him at a loss.Not to mention taking her life away.It's hard to imagine that he would obediently wrap his arms around her shoulders. Are the shoulders of a creature like a woman so soft and thin?He was bewitched by the fragrance of her body, and also by her hot spring.At this moment, he was pressing on her body.

Too much softness bears him, even at this moment his forehead is resting on an extremely soft sphere, and the tip of his nose is full of indescribable fragrance.He tried to raise his head, but when his forehead touched some taboo place, the woman under him let out a restrained groan.It was definitely not the coquettish and sad that any tune he knew could describe, it was twisted and made people want to hear more.

Is this what he thinks?Phantom slammed her head down hard, trying to get up from the woman in a hurry.But his body was out of control, and his brain was no longer dominant. Being too flustered made him touch that soft body with greater strength and a larger area.

The coquettish voice was intermittent, the countess strangled her body, her voice trembled, "What are you doing sweetheart? What do you want to do?"

Margaret giggled suddenly as she felt something hard and hot against the outside of her thigh out of sight in the darkness.Although she still retains her virginity, living in a chaotic aristocratic circle, how could she not know what it is?

Margaret's wicked smile made Phantom annoyed and at a loss. He had never encountered such a situation since he knew it, and any kind of knowledge he had clearly could not save him.Something inherently mastered his senses bit by bit.

"What is this? Well, it's so hot..."

The Countess's voice gradually lowered, like a whisper.Before he could react, his little hand rested on the scorching hard object, rubbing his palm up and down gently.Her movements were too bold, too fast, and Phantom lost her ability to speak even before she could taunt back.

what is itHe scolded himself loudly in his heart, but in fact what came out of his mouth was a low murmur.Like a drunken little beast, humming in a tone that no one can understand, shyly trying to block all his voices.

Margaret felt that she seemed to see Cupid, and the little cupid flew past her eyes with white and clean wings, and shot a golden feathered arrow at the man and at her again. "What are you using against me, my lord demon?" She said in her mouth, but she shook her fingers intentionally or unintentionally.

Phantom found that he couldn't answer this question.what is it then?The root of evil, the beginning of desire?Before he realized it, something in his body had quietly awakened.He became more and more emotional, even though he tried hard to escape, his body pushed forward instinctively.

Every word the countess uttered gave him a feeling that he couldn't control it.Her words made him feel ashamed, and her sarcasm made him want to destroy the woman in front of him, but he longed for her to be closer and for her to be tighter.

"Enough!" he growled like a beast, running away from her.If it weren't for the darkness, Margaret would have seen his unmasked face blushing.Phantom tried her best not to pay attention to the part that betrayed her soul, and he said to her in a cold tone, "Do you really know what you are doing, Countess? Have you really thought about who you are facing? "

Without waiting for Margaret's answer, he snapped his fingers, and the floating lamps on the wall lit up one after another as if ordered.Margaret noticed that they were already in the middle of an extremely narrow corridor, both ends of which meandered in a straight line, with no end in sight.

"This is really interesting." The countess praised with a smile, she still maintained the posture of sitting on the ground, with one hand propped on the ground.The condescending angle made her plump figure obvious, but she didn't look weak at all.She is still the proud Countess.

The Phantom moved her eyes away, not looking at her.But he has already admitted in his heart that even if he doesn't like this woman anymore, his body is already aching because of her.Besides, Marguerite wasn't much of a nuisance to him.

For the first time, he let himself show his true figure in front of a strange woman.The phantom's tone was mocking and sharp, "Compared with the exquisite box, it seems that the dusty floor in this secret passage is more liked by the noble countess?"

He was undoubtedly laughing at Margaret's current state, but that was also in a state where Margaret was willing. "Whether it's a beautiful box or a dusty tunnel, just like the blue enchantress and the lavender on the roadside, as long as I like it, that's the most important thing."

The countess patted the dust off her body indifferently, and stretched out her hand to Phantom, "At least it's out of the basic etiquette of a gentleman, I don't think you will refuse to give me a hand."

He really couldn't refuse, it was just a matter of lifting his hands. .Perhaps because of the short-lived special intimacy just now, Phantom has lost the initial killing intent towards her at this moment.So he said, "As you wish."

Phantom held the Countess's hand, and gently pulled her up.She wore a cold ring on her finger, which was so hard that it hurt his hand.There seemed to be some emotions in his heart that gradually fermented, and Phantom still changed back to what he should have been.

The cold ring seemed to remind him of something, and he had no intention of communicating with the countess any more.The light in the dark passage went out as suddenly as it came on.

The countess only heard a voice say to her, "Keep your mouth shut, I always think you are a smart person", and the next moment, she had already returned to the box.The door to the secret passage is closed, and it fits perfectly with the wall without any flaws.Once again, she was pushed away by the man she liked.

Margaret gently squeezed her fingers together, without any reason, she turned and left the box.Just like that guy said, she is a smart person, but she is also a woman.

The countess has become one of the noble ladies who love opera very much in people's eyes.She provided a lot of money for the opera house, designated one of the boxes, and came every day.She didn't have to listen to the performance, which was puzzling to people. Sometimes she just sat in the box and left.

Some people speculated that she was fascinated by the Phantom of the Opera, otherwise why did she choose the box requested by the Phantom but never had any accidents [the first time may be counted]?This speculation was spread by word of mouth by some timid people.

There is also speculation that it was a hobby of a bereaved woman, perhaps trying to seduce a lover with her beauty at the opera.Many ladies believed this to be the case, even some dancers at the opera.

What exactly does Margaret want to do?Probably only she herself knows.She doesn't have that much free time every day, she needs to socialize and manage her dowry and business.So all she could do was stay in the box for a while, leave one thing in the shadows, and then leave.

That thing is often a pink note, sometimes with a fan in her hand, a gemstone around her neck, or even a tempting strawberry.There is no positioning, whatever comes to her mind, whatever is on her body, will be put there.

It is true that she has never seen the phantom since that time in the secret passage, but judging from the burning eyes on her that are getting hotter day by day, the phantom is watching her.Also, she never saw the next day what was left over from the previous day.Don't ask her where her self-confidence comes from, she certainly doesn't need to doubt it.

This situation lasted for more than a month, until the winter passed, and the rains flooded Paris.The wind is strong, the rain is bone-chillingly cold, but the pasture grows fast.Margaret, this is already the fifth day of her missed appointment.

Missing appointments... Phantom was once lost in her own description. When did he regard her coming to the opera house every day and leaving a little thing in that box as a promise with him?When people commented that it was strange that the countess was nostalgic for the opera house, he, who was hiding in the dark, must have been delighted to hear it.He even put control over Christine, letting the girl whom he guarded the professor grow up into the arms of another man, only looking forward to the arrival of that woman every day, expecting that she would write on that little pink piece of paper what would make him Blushing words.

Even so, why did she still miss the appointment?Did you give up on him?The face covered by the mask became distorted and crazy because of this guess, and perhaps even more profoundly panicked.Phantom stroked the note in her hand, and pressed a kiss softly.He took off the mask and looked at the terrifying face in the mirror, his smile was full of gloom and madness.