All the contract girls want to marry me

But there is a premise for all this, and monogamy cannot be blatantly violated.

When a lover enters the house, a brief ceremony can be held, which is similar to concubinage in ancient China, but the legal lover's status is much higher than that of a concubine.

The status of a concubine is that of a talking, living tool to vent one's desires. When the master is in a good mood, he can give the concubine away, and when he is in a bad mood, he can whip them to death to vent his anger.

But lovers are different. They are spouses whose status is second to that of their wives.

Simply put, it is the difference between objects and people.

They had originally made psychological preparations to become legal lovers, but now they didn't expect to be able to put on wedding clothes and marry Matthew openly. This unexpected surprise made them happy.

Seeing the surprised expressions of Sistine and Surante, Matthew was in a very good mood.

They have been following him for several years and have long been part of each other's lives.

Being able to give them a wedding can be regarded as an explanation of this relationship.

Surprised, Surante keenly discovered a new problem.

"Matthew, are you going to let us have the wedding with Ishania and Andrenee?"

"Yes, weddings are very tiring, so it's better to do it all at once."

Thinking of the wedding process provided by Marquis Bourne, Matthew felt a chill.

As expected, weddings are for other people to see, and the two parties absolutely do not need such troublesome things.

Facing Matthew's answer, Sistine and Surante shook their heads at the same time.

They almost said in unison: "No!"

Matthew was stunned for a few seconds and said hesitantly: "Tini, Surante, you are in front of me. Logically speaking, you should also be in front of the wedding. But if Aisha and Andrenee are to get together later, If I get married, they will definitely feel uncomfortable."

"Just do as I say, and please be considerate."

"No, it's not like that."

Surante smiled bitterly and explained: "We have a low status. If we marry your two fiancées together, we will not respect them very much."

Is that what it means?

Matthew looked at Sistine and Surante's hint of sadness in their joy, and suddenly raised his voice.

"When I say we are together, we are together, obey orders!"

Chapter 205 Angels and Gender

What girl doesn't want to wear a dress to marry her beloved prince?

Sistine and Surante had also imagined that Matthew would hold their hands and walk into the palace of marriage.

But this kind of thought can only appear in dreams, and if you say it out, you will definitely be laughed at.

Based on their status, they can only be Matthew's lovers, not his wives.

However, today Matthew gave them a surprise, a surprise that could only come true in dreams.

Seeing the delighted expressions of Sistine and Surante, Matthew knew he had done the right thing.

If others want to criticize, just criticize.

Why don't you ask someone to say a few words to you after you get the benefit?

Anyway, the teacher from the Vatican has already told them, even if they find trouble, the worst they can do is reveal their identity as the Magicians Association.

Sistini and Surante left happily and prepared their wedding clothes.

They didn't think so much at first, and they had to hurry up to order the dress.

After seeing the two off, Matthew thought of Melda and decided to find her in person.

Melda's room was in the southwest corner of the home, some distance away from the other contractors.

Lizardmen are a race of demi-humans. Although they enjoy the same status as ordinary humans here in Matthew, that is only legal equality. In fact, it is still very difficult for demi-humans to integrate into the human group.

Discrimination is everywhere.

Arriving at Melda's residence, she happened to have finished practicing and was walking out of the room.

Seeing Matthew, Melda was stunned for a few seconds before reacting. She curtsied and said hello to Matthew.

Very polite, but vaguely unfamiliar.

To be precise, since Sistini and others returned to Matthew, the relationship between Melda and Matthew has returned to the past.

At first, Matthew didn't pay attention.

The contractors are all busy practicing. Even Sistini and Surante, it is common not to see each other once a month.

But he gradually discovered that something was not right.

Although Sistini and Surante don't meet often, they are passionate every time they meet and refuse to let go of a minute of alone time.

Melda was never like this.

Matthew even had some doubts as to whether something really happened to them in the swamp.

It can't be a dream, right?

Just when Matthew was thinking wildly, Melda said softly: "Master, what do you want from me?"

"Of course, but aren't you going to invite me in?"

Melda lowered her head in embarrassment and made an invitation gesture.

Back in the room, the two sat down face to face. Melda poured a glass of juice for Matthew, her expression a little awkward.

"Master, how are you preparing for your wedding? Have you chosen Aishanya and Miss Milan?"

"Children make choices, I want them all!" Matthew made a fist and waved it with a smile on his lips.

Melda looked at Matthew with some surprise and asked in confusion: "Master, isn't he worried about the Holy See? Or are you planning to only marry one official wife?"

"Everyone has the same status, no matter how big or small."

Matthew looked at Melda and said honestly: "If I said that I can treat everyone exactly the same, it would be a lie. But I will give you basically the same treatment, and I will also give care to everyone."

"Us?" Melda's expression became even more surprised.

"That's right, it's you, including you of course."

Matthew's words stunned Melda for five seconds before she could react.

She stood up as if she'd been pricked with needles.

"I, I can't!"

Matthew smiled and said: "No matter what, Sistini and Surante will marry me on that day, and you can't be absent."

"No, really not!"

Melda hurriedly shook her head and said: "I am different from them. I am..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but it was clear that she was a lizard.

When a lizard man appeared at the king's wedding, what would envoys from various countries think about it, and how would the vassal nobles think about it?

The Holy See can tolerate Matthew marrying several wives, but can it allow the king of the parish to marry a lizard?

Melda said cautiously: "Master, what happened in the swamp is the best memory of my life. Don't worry, I will not marry anyone else."

"But now that Tini and Surante are here, you don't need me anymore."

"Who said that? I need you, I need you very much!" Matthew said decisively.

He held Melda's hand, his eyes full of sincerity, "Melda, don't regard yourself as someone's substitute, and don't belittle yourself. I need you."

Melda looked at Matthew in disbelief, her lips moved a few times, but in the end she didn't say anything.

If you really care about me, why haven't you been here for so long?

She couldn't ask this question, and she didn't dare to ask it.

She was afraid of facing the harsh truth.

Although she didn't say anything, Matthew had read her eyes.

It was indeed very busy during this period, but it was also true that Melda was left out in the cold.

To be fair, humans and lizardmen are not the same species, and Melda's importance in Matthew's heart is incomparable to that of Sistine and the others.

But from now on, he will try to be kind to everyone around him.

So, let’s start with Melda.

Matthew picked up Melda and walked directly to the bedroom regardless of her angry protests.

The moment Matthew stepped through the bedroom door, Melda's weak protest turned into tears, sliding down her cheeks.

She originally thought that Matthew would never come again, but she didn't expect that he would come anyway.

She had never thought of being compared with Surante and Sistine, and she did not dare to expect too much.

But Matthew's embrace was so warm that she would always think back to those nights when there was no one around.

The moonlight is dim tonight and the stars are bright. It is a good day for practice.

But she didn't want to practice tonight, she just wanted to continue this erotic dream.

If this is a dream, then let the dream be more beautiful.

"what!"

It wasn't until Matthew entered her body recklessly that she finally confirmed that this was not a dream, but a fact.

Several months of unfamiliarity made her unable to bear Matthew's roughness.

With a soft cry and two lines of clear tears, Melda was intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.

Seeing her expression of tears of joy, Matthew felt relieved.

He should really pay more attention to Melda.

Even if he comes once every once in a while, it's better than leaving her alone in an empty room.

......

As the night passed, Melda's whole body ached and she could barely straighten her back.

She now finally understands what it means to say goodbye is better than a new marriage.

This familiar but unfamiliar feeling, coupled with the accumulated emotional outburst, made her mood change.

She rested her head on Matthew's arm and drew circles on Matthew's body with her slender tail.

Looking at Matthew's smiling face, she said softly: "Matthew, can you promise me something?"

"It's okay if you call me honey instead."

"My dear."

"No, just be gentle."

"Dear..." Melda's face turned crimson under her delicate scales.

Among the lizard people, love is a luxury.

Most lizardmen only have the need to reproduce offspring, but have no idea of ​​starting a family.

Melda has lived in the human territory for several years, and her thoughts have gradually become humanized, more like a human girl with a long tail.

Seeing that Matthew was in a good mood, she said tentatively: "My dear, can you promise me something?"

"Of course, tell me." Matthew was in a good mood.

He didn't remember how rough it was with Melda last night, but he knew he was happy.

The lizard man's body temperature is slightly lower than that of humans. The cool temperature and tight touch are indeed a completely different enjoyment.

This is what pillow style is like. If a man makes a request when he is in the best mood, as long as it is not too outrageous, he will get a response.

"I think...I won't attend your wedding."

"Okay."

Matthew subconsciously agreed, and then reacted in an instant. He sat up suddenly and said dissatisfied: "Melda, what do you mean, tricking me?"