I was Chosen By A Perverted Goddess To Help Save Her World

Inside the carriage, Faerwyn heaved a deep sigh after the little confrontation with Dongwhisper.

Other than the fact that Dongwhisper literally holds more than half the power in her duchy, there was also one very important factor holding her back from acting too carelessly after finding out what he was doing to her duchy.

It was that she couldn’t sense Dongwhisper’s essence. And there were just a few people whose essence Faerwyn could never sense, and they all were stronger than her. And this was saying a lot, since Faerwyn was herself at the peak of the Noble Knight Realm....

Which meant only one thing..... And Faerwyn had to be really careful about how she dealt with such a person who also had more than half her people in his pocket.

Faerwyn so wished she’d listened more to Nymira whose essentially her own daughter. Nymira had warned her about the strangeness of this person. But because their relationship was always back and forth, with Faerwyn acting more like the child and Nymira acting like the mature one, she was never serious about most things.

It was only after things had gotten so bad that she realised, partly because she’s too trusting, as well as because she never really cared much for managing the duchy, and was simply interested in maintaining her lifestyle.

Now that lifestyle was being threatened, and it’s becoming a known fact even in noble circles that the Wolfe duchy was in trying financial times. Dongwhisper had even sorted loans for some noble families. And information spreads faster than wildfire in noble circles, reducing the status of the Wolfes in the eyes of other nobles who, though, appear to act proper in front of her as a duchess, would still whisper behind her back about their hardships.

Now, Faerwyn had with her an item she knew would turn things around for her, and she definitely can’t let Dongwhisper get his claws into this too before it was entirely hers. That’s why she had decided to go to the capital without him, which was only a couple of hours away from Tellon. Other noble ladies coming from far distances usually left a day or two before even.

The salon wasn’t just a place where noble ladies gather to discuss the weather; it was where connections were established, maintained, and nurtured. Where a noble lady comes to announce and cement their status. Missing one of these would prove costly to any noble family who still cared about maintaining their place in society, keeping up with what’s trending in fashion and lifestyle, what’s in and what’s out, as well as who’s doing well or badly. It was also a place where any affluent businessman or woman who hoped to cater to nobles would often come to pitch their products, amongst other entertainment.

The salon is owned by the queen herself, but the gathering is always hosted by the grand duchess. The queen never attends, but she hosts a ball at the imperial palace once a year.

Still, aside from the queen, usually almost all noble ladies of importance make it a point to attend the salon every month, and Fearwyn would be using this opportunity to debut the amazing product. And even right now, she was wearing the panties, and the feel of it was more than amazing; it was revolutionary.

Something still concerns her, though, and that was the fact that Hardwood said he would have to take physical measurements of the clients. It made sense since the product needed to be fitted to the lady, but she still wasn’t that comfortable about allowing others free access to him,

And since he doesn’t have a physical shop in the capital, she was considering setting one up for him here in her duchy, and the clients could flock to her duchy to buy the product at a premium, and maybe in the future she could set one up for him as well in the capital.

She wasn’t that much concerned that people would find it strange that he was a man selling exclusively to noble ladies; the world had changed, and free men no longer possessed that part of them, so it wouldn’t be that much of a problem. Gauging a lady’s measurements by sight and doing nothing improper should be fine. Only she knows that Hardwood still had his penis, and he had sworn not to reveal this to anyone else.

Speaking of his penis, Faerwyn felt a tingle between the warmth of her thighs. Her thoughts drifted to what the young man could do with his mouth, as well as the potential of his growing cock. She had sent for Hardwood the day before, only to find out that he had left her estate, and no one had accompanied or shadowed him.

It’s not like she wanted to keep him shackled inside her estate forever; she just wants to make sure he’s always a call away from her. He’s just too precious to risk.

Right after, she had sent one of her men to shadow him and protect him; they had also reported that he had spent the night with the white widow of the Silverwinters. This was very concerning, as Faerwyn wondered what could have transpired in that mansion. She didn’t have a good feeling about it. And it wasn’t like she could send some of her men to go drag him out of there... well, she could, but it would be too drastic, and the young man had informed her that he needed to live in comfort for his cock to grow bigger. She couldn’t risk that. She needed that big cockm maybe even more so than wealth.

"Hmm..."

"As long as he’s safe."

Faerwyn muttered unconsciously in the carriage.

"As long as who’s safe..... Hardwood?"

Nymira’s casual remark shocked Faerwyn out of her thoughts as she turned to her with a drawing smile.

"Now, why would you think I was talking about that young man ?"

"Hm...I don’t know.... Maybe the fact that you instructed me to look out for him?....the fact that you still sent for him yesterday ?..."

"Or is it the fact that he clearly still isn’t purified?" Nymira stated with a judgemental tone as she added....

"Even for you, this is simply too reckless..."

"How do you think this will end, Mother? "

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