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My mouth felt unbearably parched.
I frowned and shifted my body slightly. A strong feeling of discomfort spread throughout my limbs. The first thing I noticed was my hands. They were bound above my head, and no matter how I twisted, they wouldn’t move.
“Ugh...”
Sensing something was wrong, I opened my eyes, only to be slightly taken aback. Even though my eyelids were lifted, my vision was still black. Something was covering my eyes.
What is this...?
I tried to recall my last memory before falling asleep. I had simply closed my eyes for a moment on the bed while waiting for Ergel. A trivial recollection floated in my mind.
“Ugh...”
As I floundered in confusion and questioning, a strange, sizzling sensation suddenly arose from deep within my lower abdomen. An eerie feeling that made my toes curl and unclench involuntarily made me gasp.
This sensation, with cold sweat beading on my forehead and a chilling shiver running down my spine, was not unfamiliar. It was clearly similar to the symptoms I had when Barque gave me the aphrodisiac. The fact that my legs were already twisting and turning restlessly was clear evidence.
“Hnn.”
A whimper, like crying, escaped my lips. I wanted to see what on earth was happening, but my eyes were covered, and my hands were tightly bound. I hadn’t realized it because I couldn’t lower my hands, but focusing on the sensation, I could tell that I was completely naked.
“E, Ergel...?”
The last memory before my recollection cut off was Ergel’s mansion, so I barely managed to open my mouth and utter his name. Even that single action left me breathless, panting for a long time. The breath flowing through my teeth was hot and sticky, like being buried in desert sand and then pulled out.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, my nipple was tightly twisted. The tip, which had been stiffly erect since an unbearable current of electricity had coursed through my body, was brutally crushed, crying out in pleasure. I trembled my lips and twisted my jaw.
“Ugh...”
Something hard squeezed and released my breast, then gently rubbed the erect peak in the center. Needless to say, the heat that had already gathered below became a torrent at the teasing caress.
Like a ripened fruit at its peak, my red nipple was tormented once more. It was twisted, pinched, and pulled, making my hips involuntarily lift. Haa, haa. Shallow breaths escaped my lips incessantly.
“Ugh, E, ah, Ergel. Don’t, don’t do this.”
With my eyes covered and my hands bound, I couldn’t tell who was pushing me into this abyssal quagmire. That terrified me.
The only reason I suspected Ergel was that he was the last person I had seen. I also thought that he wouldn’t do something like this arbitrarily, but even that was just my flimsy rationalization.
Knowing that Ergel harbored unusual feelings for me, I couldn’t completely deny the possibility.
Strangely, every time I uttered Ergel’s name, the touch became even more violent. But then, if I showed signs of being overwhelmed, it would immediately turn gentle, and he would tenderly rub my nipples.
“Haaah...”
The hand that had been circling my breasts for a while slowly seemed to move downwards, only to reach my tightly closed legs. The moment I felt my thighs being grabbed, they were already forcibly spread wide open. Being naked, I could tell without looking that my slick, wet skin was completely exposed.
“Aah!”
I shrieked the moment I felt the sensation of something licking my clit, which was coyly hidden beneath the swollen mound. I frantically rubbed my rounded toes against each other, at a loss for what to do. Then, the tip of the tongue became even more actively engaged in the caress.
It spread wide, sweeping lavishly from my anus to my clit, then sharpened and gently rubbed only my clit. Every time it lightly scratched my clit with its teeth, I sobbed with the force of someone on the verge of fainting.
“Ughh, ah, aah...”
It felt as if only that part of my body being sucked was alive and breathing. My five senses burned fiercely, and my nerves were raging madly. Before I knew it, I was trembling and moaning, feeling as if I were kneeling before this involuntary pleasure.
Suddenly, I felt hands firmly grasp and spread my buttocks. Rough hands with calluses here and there, clearly palpable even to me. The moment I recognized them, a chilling premonition shot up my spine, making the back of my neck prickle.
Could it be, could it be...?
“...Ah, hng, Father?”
A faint smile was sprinkled on my vulva. It felt more like a sneer than a simple smile, and I contracted all over. The unidentified person resumed the sticky caress without any reply. They parted my wet labia with their fingers and finally forced their tongue into my tightly closed entrance.
“Ughh, hnn...!”
I was truly engulfed in chaos, rolling my eyes while crying. It couldn’t be Ergel; he had beautiful hands that had never endured any hardship. It was undeniable, as I sometimes even thought he looked more delicate than me.
Then, was it really?
Was it really Barque? How on earth did he...?
“Hk!”
Suddenly, the hands and tongue that had been stirring and ravaging my vulva abruptly moved away. I inhaled sharply, surprised by the lingering disappointment and the pleasure that still jolted my lower abdomen. My crotch was unbearably sticky and soaked.
I twisted my body, at a loss for what to do with the heat that hadn’t yet subsided. But with my vision blocked, I had no way of knowing where the person who had moved away from me had gone. Anxious like a candle that had burned out halfway, I licked my lips and desperately shook my head.
“Ah, Father. Please untie, hng, untie me...”
It was Barque. I was sure.
His scent, which I hadn’t noticed immediately after waking up in a daze, now pierced and permeated my sense of smell. A heavy, profound fragrance incomparable to Ergel’s. The smoky smell unique to cigars, the scent of an adult. Now, like a trained dog, just smelling it made my legs go weak and my nerves melt away.
There was no particular reaction to my moaning pleas. But I could clearly sense movement within the room. Where on earth was this? But at this moment, I had no room to dwell on such trivial questions. I exhaled hotly, clearly feeling my lower hole gaping, begging to be swallowed.
“Barque, Barque.”
The cloth beneath my buttocks was becoming damp with the fluid flowing from my skin. My body, beyond the point of being able to endure, was staging a kind of protest. Begging for something to fill my tight passage immediately.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound. A sound similar to rusty metal tilting was followed by shuffling footsteps.
At any other time, I wouldn’t have cared, but now that sound was incredibly welcome. My mind was already clouded and normal thought was impossible. My reason had fainted from the intense aphrodisiac, and my lower hole was controlling all my thoughts in its place.
Just as I felt hands wrap around my waist, my body turned and I was lying face down on the bed.
“Ten.”
The low voice was very short and concise, but I was so glad I could have cried. The one who could produce such an intimidating bass voice that filled the room was indeed my stepfather.
More than that, ten? It was a moment later that I, who had been struggling because my bound hands hurt, understood the meaning. Smack! A scorching hot sensation was imprinted on my upturned buttocks as I lay face down.
“Aah!”
“Can’t count?”
The panting voice was extremely rough. Even in this situation, my struck buttocks tingled, and water burst forth from both above and below at the same time. The top was naturally tears, and the bottom was the vaginal fluid pouring out from the empty passage.
“Hah, one.”
Slap, slap, slap!
Like a three-year-old child turned over, I was struck on the buttocks once more. Every time the large, strong man’s hand touched my luscious buttocks as if to crush them, I would shudder and shriek repeatedly.
When the count reached close to seven, my stepfather clicked his tongue, leaned over, brought his mouth to my vagina, and sucked greedily. At the voracious suction, like a male dog licking below, I trembled and released another flood of arousal fluid. Only after stirring and rummaging around inside me as much as he wanted did he straighten up again and strike my buttocks the rest of the times.
“Hnn! Ye, ten...”
The punishment was over, but the lingering tingling sensation on my buttocks made my back tingle. The same went for my lower lips, which were throbbing from not being able to eat anything. In the end, his punishment was a vicious act that only heightened my arousal.
My body, which was about to slump onto the bed, was caught in his grasp and lifted. Before I knew it, I was leaning against the wall, my thighs spread wide open facing outwards. My hands were still bound, and now I saw that they weren’t tied to the headboard but were tied on both sides and hung on something.
Even if I wanted to close my legs, it was impossible because the man’s hands were grabbing my knees and forcibly spreading them. In this position, the narrow entrance would be twitching and clearly dripping clear fluid... Shame suddenly bloomed and flushed both my cheeks red.
“You want cock that badly? Your little hole is going crazy.”
“Ah, hng.”
“Put your fingers inside and spread it open.”
The request was lewd. But if I didn’t comply, I would likely suffer from unresolved pleasure in the future. I swallowed hard and tried to lower my hands, only to realize they were bound, and I showed my embarrassment.
“My hands...”
“Your fingers can move, though.”
His voice was twice as frightening as usual, sharp and pointed like a well-honed sword. For some reason, a feeling of sorrow welled up, and I sniffled softly.
I didn’t know how he had found me, but it was easy to deduce that the man was now very angry with me. Every word that fell with his breath had a sharp edge.
I moistened my parched lips with my tongue and slid my hands between my legs. Both hands overlapped haphazardly.
I timidly spread my labia with my little finger, and even that made me gasp with pleasure. I mustered a little more courage and gently stroked between my labia with my middle finger. It wasn’t my imagination that it was sticky; moisture glistened on my finger. I rubbed it against my other fingers, spreading it, and then slowly pushed it into my hole.
Thwack... The lewd sound of my wet hole opening and flowing reached both my ears and his very clearly. I leaned the back of my head against the wall and pushed my finger in about another joint.
“Ah, good...”
As if expressing the joy of finally having something to swallow, my entrance frantically and greedily clamped down on my finger. My panting breaths only intensified without a chance to subside. Before I knew it, my middle finger was inserted to the root. My spine tingled, and my hips involuntarily lifted.
Before I could abandon myself to instinct and sway ecstatically, my wrist was suddenly grabbed. A rough curse was uttered right in front of my face.
“Take it out, now.”
“Hng.”
I slowly pulled my finger out, feeling regret. The sensation of the inner flesh sticking to it was all too clear to me. But there was no need to linger. He sucked the fluid from my finger and wrapped my hand around his neck, then rubbed something hard against my hole.
“Haaah, faster. Faster...”
I clung to him, my body burning and at a loss for what to do. My stepfather firmly grasped my chin, which was trying to nuzzle him, and growled.
“Why should I put it in you?”
My lower area was thoroughly wet, but I clearly felt his glans, also slick with moisture, the moment they touched. The squelching sound from just being rubbed was evidence that both of us were overflowing with more fluid than necessary.
“The fact that you ran away with that brat makes my stomach churn. I feel like half-killing anyone I see.”
“Ah, hng...”
“So tell me. Why should I put my cock in you?”
Nevertheless, unlike me, he asked without losing his composure. My mouth watered involuntarily at the pleasure that seemed within reach yet elusive. My heart felt like it would burst. It was like facing a demon testing me. At this moment, I could only beg desperately with the heart of a fallen angel consumed by lust.
“Plea, please do it.”
“......”
“Hold me...”
Barque didn’t react to my earnest whisper. But it seemed he too had reached his limit, as I felt him let out a deep sigh.
A moment later, I felt his glans slowly part my flesh and enter, as if he was giving in just this once. The sound of fluids clinging together like spiderwebs and squelching endlessly filled the air.
He slowly pushed in about halfway, then thrust the rest all the way in at once.
“Haaang!”
At the ecstasy of the heat that had been pooling inside me all along suddenly scattering, I felt like I would faint. My thighs, shamelessly spread around his thick body, trembled aimlessly.
“Haa... why is it so tight?”
“Ugh, ah, aht.”
“It’s like you’re pouting because I haven’t fed you in a while. Haven’t you been masturbating?”
He seemed uncomfortable with the position, so he lifted my hips and placed them on his thighs, then began to thrust deeply. I was squeezed between the wall and his body, but I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I couldn’t close my mouth and only let out moans.
The narrow passage, finally accepting the large pillar, seemed to like it, clamping down, tightening, and chewing as much as it wanted. I could clearly feel each vaginal fold clinging to his cock and shuddering ecstatically.
“Haah, ah, aah!”
It had been a long time since we had been intimate. A little over two months. In fact, having been played with as much as he wanted and completely drenched in pleasure by his hands during that time, I had occasionally felt a thirst while living in Ergel’s mansion. I knew very well that it was a sweet rain that only my stepfather could give me, one that no one else could provide.
“Hk, good, aah...!”
“Haa, damn it. What’s so pretty about you that I keep coddling you...?”
Barque suddenly lamented as he thrust his cock deep inside my hot hole. Afraid that he might get angry and pull out his cock, I desperately pressed my lips against his. He paused for a moment, then plunged into me with even more furious movements, deeply sucking on my tongue.
He seemed uncomfortable with the position of thrusting his pelvis vertically, so he laid me down on the bed. My legs spread open without a chance to close and wrapped around his waist.
Thwack! Thwack! The movements stirring inside my wet vagina felt even more sensitive and sharp than before. Otherwise, how could it penetrate so deeply? How could my remaining bit of reason burn away so completely?
“Do you even know what I was thinking the moment I returned to the mansion, kuh...?”
“Ah, aah...!”
“I should have broken your legs back then. Just enough so you couldn’t move for about two months.”
Even amidst the pouring ecstasy, a chilling shiver ran down my spine, and when I flinched, he suddenly stopped the rough thrusting of his hips.
A nervous hand removed the cloth covering my eyes. Only then did the man’s silhouette, revealed through the blurred light, clearly enter my sight.
Our bodies had been pressed together since earlier, but this was the first time I had seen his face. The feeling of welcome that bloomed without a chance to suppress it was proof that the ‘love’ in the love-hate within my heart held a slightly larger portion. I forgot the resentment I had felt for him and looked into his face, my eyes reddening.
“Why did you run away?”
“Hk...!”
But unlike me, or rather, as if even more enraged by my appearance, he roughly thrust his hips up with a thwack! making my chin tremble. No, my heart was trembling.
“Why did you run away from me!”
Seeing him angrily lash out at me without knowing my heart, the cold sorrow that I had been busy suppressing all this time surged up like a tidal wave.
I glared at him with tearful eyes and then abruptly twisted my head away. Perhaps he took my action to mean something, as he let out a short laugh and ran a hand through his hair. The intensity of his sharply narrowed pupils was ominous.
When Barque readjusted his position, I felt the fleshy pillar inside me twitch violently. And...
“Hk! Ah, ah, aah!”
My stepfather began to pound into me with maddening speed. As if my whole body had become an erogenous zone, I lost my mind and had to cling to him.
A wet tongue circled my cheek before sliding to the side and licking my earlobe. The tongue that entered my ear swirled gently inside the narrow space. The sound of squelching nearby made my toes curl up involuntarily.
His movements, far more ruthless and merciless than before, made me gasp for breath, and I soon shuddered at the touch that reached my vulva. It was only natural that my chin would lift and my lips would tremble as his hand spread the labia that had completely swallowed his cock and gently rubbed my clit.
“Ahaah...!”
The area being thrust into was already a stimulation point I usually felt, and on top of that, my clit was being tormented, so it was obvious that water would gush out from below. The vaginal fluid that had flowed down the inside of my tightly clenched thighs was already plentiful.
“Ah, aht, aah! Ah, hk!”
Only a single cry of ecstasy escaped my lips, and in the darkness, he smiled like a shadow.
“You’re dying for it.”
The way he said it, though, his face looked even more like he was dying of pleasure.
I understood that expression because I myself could feel the inner flesh clinging stickily to the rod that had filled me. It was already beyond my control, the way his cock was snugly wrapped around mine, reaching so deep it stirred near my womb, begging him not to leave. My vision was hot, and my head was spinning.
Then suddenly, there was a moment when he seemed to lose control of his strength and thrust even deeper than before. My pupils dilated sharply at the fierce penetration, which felt as if my insides were being crushed and my womb was shaking entirely. The trembling I felt from deep within my abdomen reminded me of the existence I had forgotten.
“Ah, aah, ah, no! No, stop...!”
Amidst our panting breaths that had been in sync with the heat of our arousal, his face turned cold at my sudden resistance. He moved his hips even more violently and grabbed my chin, which was turning to the side.
“Why.”
“Ah, hng, ugh, becau, because of the baby. Ugh!”
“What?”
Barque frowned, not understanding the broken words, and slid in again and again. The force that had been hitting the deep inside of my valley since earlier made me shake my head, crying as if I were about to faint.
If he kept going this violently, something might happen to the baby.
I had tried not to tell him. No, in the first place, I had decided not to show myself before him anymore. But the thought that this reunion and his violent thrusting might harm the being inside my womb brought a fear and terror so vivid it took my breath away.
Before I could even regain my senses, my mouth was opening.
“Baby, there’s a baby...!”
At my words, gasped out with shallow breaths, my stepfather stopped all movement. The massive silhouette that filled my vision became a stone statue. In the meantime, I roughly wiped away the streaming tears with my arm and sniffled.
“Ugh, hng, if you do it hard, it will hurt the baby... hk!”
The grip that held my chin in place was quite strong. A gasp of surprise escaped my lips.
“Whose baby is it.”
“......”
“Whose is the baby’s father.”
The glint in his eyes in the darkness was truly predatory and cruel, like that of a carnivorous beast. I couldn’t even breathe properly as I watched his reaction, finally biting my lip.
My tongue felt like it had a weight attached to it; I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I was still terrified of him finding out that he was the baby’s father.
Perhaps guessing something from my silence, he slowly raised the corner of his mouth in a languid smile. Taking advantage of the moment my tension eased at the sight of the beautiful curve of his smile...
“Haaang!”
What had been half-buried inside me slid out with a creaking sound and then was thrust all the way to the root. A pleasure that agonizingly squeezed the inside of my abdomen surged up. A tingling thrill spread through my skin to my entire body, and I twisted my limbs, quickly grabbing his forearm.
“If I had known it would be like this, I should have broken that bastard’s finger.”
“Aah, aah!”
“No, wait. Rather than his finger, your eyes that captured this sight of you would be better.”
“Hk, ah, fast, faster. Aah! Wait!”
“Damn it. I should have cut off the heads of the Marquis family and all!”
The eyes, raging with a near-violent energy, were terrifying. His pupils, clearly stained with deep jealousy, gleamed fiercely. Barque grabbed and twisted my nipples, thrusting in and out relentlessly. A cloudy foam seemed to form at our joined point, and a smacking, squelching sound followed.
“Haa, how many weeks? Has the stable period passed?”
His eyes rolled fiercely as if deep in thought. Barque easily restrained my struggling and pushed his swollen cock in deeply. It was already thoroughly wet with the fluid that had been gushing out since earlier, so there was no difficulty in swallowing his cock. The parted red flesh greedily bit down on it.
“Hk, aah...!”
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
A cruel hand forcibly pried open my lips. Taken aback, I looked up at him with tearful eyes and barely managed to reply.
“Wha, what...”
“Has the stable period passed?”
“......Why is that important?”
Barque used his fingers to spread my already wide-open labia even further, teasingly pushing his cock in and out. It was an obsessive action, and I couldn’t even guess how far he desired to reach.
“If it hasn’t passed, I’ll make you miscarry.”
At his sudden words, my face turned ashen white. Perhaps guessing something else from my reaction, he muttered as if chewing and spitting out frosty words.
“I have no intention of letting you raise a child in your womb that isn’t my seed.”
Then, using his waist strength again, he pounded into me so hard I felt like I would faint.
Misunderstanding my silence as meaning it was Ergel’s baby, he now intended to cause a miscarriage. My heart, frozen in shock, grew bleak.
How could he say such things when our baby was clearly listening? I knew he was misunderstanding, but an overwhelming sense of pessimism washed over me, and I burst into tears. Noticing the unusual signs of my sobbing, he paused for a moment, but it was literally just ‘a moment’.
Thinking I was crying because I was worried about Ergel’s baby, he clicked his tongue and thrust into me quickly and nimbly.
I didn’t want to say it. That feeling was still the same. But it was also upsetting that he misunderstood it as someone else’s baby, and above all, the fact that he was trying to harm it now was disgustingly terrible.
“Don’t, don’t do it. Hng, it’s your baby...!”
At my words, which I barely managed to squeeze out while tightly gripping his shoulders, Barque froze again, his whole body like a rock. His expression was no different. It was as if he had been struck squarely on the back of the head.
An unbearable resentment welled up within me, and I pounded his shoulder repeatedly.
“What are you going to do, what are you going to do now...!”
No matter how much I had confided in Ergel, it was nothing compared to confiding in the baby’s biological father.
Above all, because of our relationship, which felt like a sin just to speak of, the comfort I could receive was limited, no matter how difficult things were for me.
If Ergel had found out that Barque was the baby’s biological father, would he have taken such devoted care of me? It was obvious that he would have shown contempt. Or perhaps pointed fingers. That was the general reaction of the world to the relationship between me and my stepfather.
The piston-like movements that had been making my whole body tingle finally stopped.
“My baby?”
Even in my dazed state, he whispered, bringing his lips to my cheek as I tried to avoid his kiss. His voice, now much more languid, had clearly softened its murderous intent.
The moment I turned my face, which had been buried as if hiding in the pillow, I couldn’t help but be surprised. It was the first time I had seen such a joyful expression on his face since I had met him.
The moment I saw that expression, it felt as if all the times I had been anxiously pacing alone had been useless. His reaction of joy at the news I had given him was nothing less than proof that he truly wanted the baby.
“You’re carrying my baby?”
Barque stroked his chin and then sucked on his lower lip. I nodded, covering my eyes with the back of my hand, on the verge of tears. He showered kisses all over my face and licked my neck as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
“So that’s why you ran away.”
“Ugh...”
“You were scared all alone. Huh?”
If this fact were to be revealed, it was obvious that the world would point fingers at us. Nevertheless, his attitude of willingly accepting the baby touched my heart deeply. No matter who the parents were, the baby, who had just begun to show its presence in the world, was innocent.
“There’s nothing to worry about. So don’t cry.”
It wasn’t until his rough palm caressed my cheek that I realized I was drenched in tears. As I silently accepted his touch, a surge of anger from within was an unexpected shift in my emotions, even to myself.
I sharply slapped his hand away.
“Wh, what right do you have to say that?”
“Rosen.”
“How can you say there’s nothing to worry about when you don’t even love me?”
“What?”
“After toying with me!”
For two months, no, for longer, various emotions that had piled up like dust inside me became tangled and created confusion. I pressed my palms against my eyes and sobbed uncontrollably, enough to make anyone wonder if I had lost something very precious in my life.
“Without even loving me. Hk, don’t touch me. It’s not your baby. It’s my baby...!”
Reversing even the words I had spoken earlier, I avoided and denied his touch. The anticipation that had once risen to the top of my head and then cooled sharply, and the wound I had received as a result, still remained clearly like a scar in my heart.
“What are you talking about. That...”
“Your marriage with Mother. You said you didn’t regret it.”
“What?”
“While holding me so lightly, to the point of not regretting the marriage...”
His eyes, which had sunk low and deep, remained in that state for a long time, as if he didn’t understand what I was saying. Then, they rolled around once, beginning to stir up the past. Soon, as if he understood which time I was referring to, he furrowed his brow tightly and parted his lips.
“Rosen. That...”
“And me too...”
“......”
“I shouldn’t love you either.”
The groom my mother had personally chosen. The man my mother had personally selected. Grandfather’s words in the garden echoed in my ears like a reverberation. It wasn’t so much an echo as a warning bell, no, it was more like the conscience nestled within my heart.
Barque’s pupils, which had been focused on comforting me, twisted in an instant. He brought his face close to my sniffling one and muttered.
“Why.”
“......”
“Why shouldn’t you love me?”
“Because Mother... loves you...”
I was the one who spoke the words, but I was also the one whose heart was being torn apart by them. The stepfather who had come to find his stepdaughter with such bloodshot eyes was clearly not normal to anyone who saw him. But my mother had wanted to marry this man. This man was the one my mother had chosen, the man she had picked.
“So I, I...”
I had already fallen for you, but I have to try to get out of it now. I must never be completely submerged in that swamp. It was my first love, which I had fallen for at first sight and embraced, so it would be incredibly difficult to cut it out, but still...
“I love you.”
At the suddenly close, low voice, my heart plummeted and then rolled all the way down to my feet. He calmly met my disbelieving gaze and kissed my cheek.
“I love you.”
“......Liar.”
“Even if I’m uneducated, would I have touched you like that without any intention of taking responsibility?”
My stepfather licked my lower lip with his tongue and confessed intimately. He was now looking at me with a face that seemed to have finally grasped something. With eyes that were shattered and faintly stained, I blankly stared at him.
It was an unrealistic confession. No matter how I looked at it, I thought something must be wrong with either his lips or my ears.
“The first moment I met you, when you were standing by the window looking down at me, my eyes were drawn to you.”
“......”
“My heart, which I didn’t even know was capable of beating so fast, felt like it would explode.”
He chuckled softly, as if reminiscing about that time.
I was already looking at him with eyes full of tears. Barque released my bound hands so I could move comfortably. My trembling hands traveled from his forehead down his nose bridge to his lips and settled there.
“Really...?”
I couldn’t believe these lips that were speaking so sweetly to me. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding, like someone was throwing small pebbles into my chest. When I asked again, pleadingly, he kissed my fingers and whispered.
“Yes.”
“......”
“I told you even after our honeymoon. That I was drawn to you.”
“That... I thought you were just saying that because you wanted to sleep with me.”
“You’re not wrong. Men are originally inferior beings who get an erection first when they like someone of the opposite sex.”
He gently brushed my hair back. The joined area that had been interlocked slightly slipped with the movement, and he softly pushed back in with his waist.
“Aah...”
My stepfather rubbed his lips against my cheek and then slightly turned to try to kiss me. Just before our lips, as if they were one, were about to entangle, I barely managed to twist my head away.
“But, Mother...”
Just because he loved me didn’t mean that all the obstacles in this relationship disappeared. Above all, Mother. The person who was like my whole world. The fact that she loved my stepfather brought me a guilt that was more unbearable than anything.
“I really don’t understand why you have such a misunderstanding.”
Barque, feeling impatient at my resistance, grabbed my thighs, pulled his fleshy rod out halfway, and then powerfully thrust it back in.
“Ah...!”
He warmly embraced my curving waist and muttered.
“Siliam doesn’t love me.”
“......Hk, no. Grandfather clearly...”
“Clearly?”
“Mother... wanted to marry Father.”
The feeling I had when I heard those words in the garden was as vivid as if it were yesterday. All my blood vessels felt parched, and it was as if all the blood inside them had drained away. It was like a punishment from a god who hadn’t forgiven the sin I had committed by giving in to instinct all this time.
“That’s true, but it wasn’t because she loved him.”
He secured my knees and slowly resumed the sex that hadn’t yet reached its end. Even as my mind spun in complex emotions, I clung to him and moaned according to a dizzying impulse.
“Ah, ugh... hng. Gently.”
“Yes. Our baby shouldn’t get hurt.”
The dark red pillar with bulging veins slowly burrowed into my slick interior and pounded within. A hot pleasure spread helplessly through my stimulated vagina. When I bit my lip, he pushed his tongue between my teeth, telling me not to. My top and bottom were completely intertwined with my stepfather. Even at the slow pace, the feeling of being devoured by him was the same.
“You don’t have to worry about anything, just love me.”
“Hk, ah, ugh...!”
He swallowed and sucked on my red nipple, slowly driving me towards the peak. I spread my legs wide to receive more of him as he smoothly burrowed deeper inside me.
“Ugh, hng... haaht!”
Finally, as he gradually increased his speed, the moment he hit a dangerously close stimulation point near my womb, I reached a loud climax. Water gushed out from the gap of the flesh that he had forced open and stretched taut.
When Barque raised his upper body and pulled out his cock, I saw the dark red fleshy pillar wrapped in white foam. The same went for my sparse, curly pubic hair. At the too-explicit sight, I quickly reached out to wipe him with my hand, but he lowered his upper body and willingly pressed his lips to my foam-covered vulva.
“Hk, no, dirty...!”
I struggled, but he licked every inch of my tightly clenched entrance, where the fluids had gathered thickly, and made me come once more with relentless thrusts.
However, even after reaching such heights, the heat that had gathered in my womb from the aphrodisiac he had likely given me showed no signs of abating.
In the end, I climbed onto his waist, swallowing his manhood myself, and swayed my hips, and my stepfather, aroused by this sight, covered me again. Like rutting beasts devoid of reason, we endlessly sought and devoured each other.
Finally, our long, drawn-out act ended with me shuddering in what felt like the nth orgasm. He held me tightly as I lay sprawled on top of him.
Only after the lovemaking ended did I notice things.
In this place where my vision was blocked and I was bound to the bed, there was a small window. The scenery unfolding outside the window, which let in bright light, was none other than the sea. So, this was a ship. It seemed he had put me on a ship to take me back to the Empire.
And one more thing.
The bracelet I had hidden in the bottom drawer just before running away was back on my wrist. Every time I wiggled my fingers, the orange sapphire emitted a dazzling glow even in the dim interior. The fact that it felt a little different today, when it had felt like a shackle before, must have been thanks to the word “I love you” he had given me, which was now warmly filling my heart.
We remained exhausted like lovers who had passionately made love for a long time. I felt a faint pulse transmitted from his chest to my cheek. Barque raised his hand, brushed my hair back, and languidly caressed my earlobe.
“How are you so sure?”
As I gradually regained my composure, I asked tentatively.
“About what?”
“That Mother... doesn’t love Father.”
His tone was too clear to be just a guess. It seemed almost resolute, as if there was no other answer. His hand, which had been rubbing my ear, stopped.
Barque rolled me from where I was lying on his firm chest onto my side and kissed my forehead. Then, he gazed at me with a gaze that had calmed down for a moment. His blue eyes, which I faced up close, looked somehow complicated.
Soon, as I heard the story of my stepfather and mother that flowed from his lips, a story I had never known, I couldn’t help but be shocked.
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A carriage belonging to the Estellan County arrived at the front gate of the mansion.
No sooner had the coachman opened the door than I grabbed the hem of my skirt and ran out frantically. There was no time to look around the mansion I had returned to after a full two months.
I saw the wide-eyed gazes of the servants who had found me, having vanished and reappeared so suddenly, but even that couldn’t stop me. I ran as if I might fall at any moment, yet without slowing down, and finally reached a certain room.
Creak. Clutching my pounding heart, I opened the closed door. My footsteps towards the bed dragged as if I were heading to the guillotine. I saw pills scattered messily around the table and the bed.
And finally.
The moment I saw my mother, pale and with her eyes closed, I couldn’t help but sink to the floor.
I struggled, but he licked every inch of my tightly clenched entrance, where the fluids had gathered thickly, and made me come once more with relentless thrusts.
However, even after reaching such heights, the heat that had gathered in my womb from the aphrodisiac he had likely given me showed no signs of abating.
In the end, I climbed onto his waist, swallowing his manhood myself, and swayed my hips, and my stepfather, aroused by this sight, covered me again. Like rutting beasts devoid of reason, we endlessly sought and devoured each other.
Finally, our long, drawn-out act ended with me shuddering in what felt like the nth orgasm. He held me tightly as I lay sprawled on top of him.
Only after the lovemaking ended did I notice things.
In this place where my vision was blocked and I was bound to the bed, there was a small window. The scenery unfolding outside the window, which let in bright light, was none other than the sea. So, this was a ship. It seemed he had put me on a ship to take me back to the Empire.
And one more thing.
The bracelet I had hidden in the bottom drawer just before running away was back on my wrist. Every time I wiggled my fingers, the orange sapphire emitted a dazzling glow even in the dim interior. The fact that it felt a little different today, when it had felt like a shackle before, must have been thanks to the word “I love you” he had given me, which was now warmly filling my heart.
We remained exhausted like lovers who had passionately made love for a long time. I felt a faint pulse transmitted from his chest to my cheek. Barque raised his hand, brushed my hair back, and languidly caressed my earlobe.
“How are you so sure?”
As I gradually regained my composure, I asked tentatively.
“About what?”
“That Mother... doesn’t love Father.”
His tone was too clear to be just a guess. It seemed almost resolute, as if there was no other answer. His hand, which had been rubbing my ear, stopped.
Barque rolled me from where I was lying on his firm chest onto my side and kissed my forehead. Then, he gazed at me with a gaze that had calmed down for a moment. His blue eyes, which I faced up close, looked somehow complicated.
Soon, as I heard the story of my stepfather and mother that flowed from his lips, a story I had never known, I couldn’t help but be shocked.
________________________________________
A carriage belonging to the Estellan County arrived at the front gate of the mansion.
No sooner had the coachman opened the door than I grabbed the hem of my skirt and ran out frantically. There was no time to look around the mansion I had returned to after a full two months.
I saw the wide-eyed gazes of the servants who had found me, having vanished and reappeared so suddenly, but even that couldn’t stop me. I ran as if I might fall at any moment, yet without slowing down, and finally reached a certain room.
Creak. Clutching my pounding heart, I opened the closed door. My footsteps towards the bed dragged as if I were heading to the guillotine. I saw pills scattered messily around the table and the bed.
And finally.
The moment I saw my mother, pale and with her eyes closed, I couldn’t help but sink to the floor.
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