FBS - 2

My mind, which had been dredging up the old past, returned to the present when the man slowly pulled out his cock. As the conjoined area that had been pressed together gradually separated, a squelching, wet sound leaked out endlessly.

“You only cried when you first took it.”

“......”

“Now you even know how to clench your pussy around my cock.”

His cock was absurdly large, so it didn’t shrink even after ejaculation. Not just the shaft, but even the hard tip, resembling his rigid nature. As that iron-like glans slowly slipped out, stimulating the entrance of my vagina, it was unavoidable that strength went into my lower body.

“Shall we do it again?”

Barque whispered in a low voice, as if sensing that strange clenching. His eyes gleamed as if he would immediately resume thrusting if I asked him to. His raw gaze seemed to want me to say those words.

As the wedding day of the man and my mother approached, it seemed I was the only one who was anxious.

Even apart from such scheduling issues, if we did it any more, I might collapse. Even now, my legs were trembling from the aftermath of the intense sex. So, although it was so difficult that I could barely make a sound, I had no choice but to open my mouth hastily.

“Soon... the ceremony will begin. Lord Barque.”

As I murmured, gently pushing his chest, he intercepted my hand and licked my exposed breast. I could feel my chest getting wet with his moist saliva, but I didn’t even have the strength left to dry it.

He made soft sucking sounds as he slowly moved upwards and finally bit my lip. The man, who seemed like he would detest trivial skinship, surprisingly enjoyed kissing.

“You have to call me like you did before.”

“......Father.”

As I uttered the title I didn’t want to say, Barque’s eyes crinkled with satisfaction.

I was tired of even agonizing over it now. What on earth was he thinking, doing this? Was he planning to hide this precarious relationship, unknown to my mother, forever? Well, given his straightforward nature, if he had intended to break off the marriage, he would have done so long ago.

The fact that he hadn’t done so seemed to indicate that he was fully intent on going through with the wedding.

“If we leave for our honeymoon today, I won’t be able to see you for at least a week.”

“Yes...”

“Don’t put anything in your pussy while I’m gone. Not another bastard’s cock, not even your own fingers.”

His piercing gaze went to the space between my legs, covered in white foam.

“Honestly, I feel like putting a chastity belt on you before I leave.”

His face, muttering as if that was his only worry, was so serious that I couldn’t find even a hint of playfulness.

Barque, who had roughly wiped away the slimy cock with the towel next to him and put it away, was dressed in a way that wouldn’t be strange even if he went to the wedding hall right away. He had only loosened his fly buttons when he started the sex, so there was nothing to tidy up.

On the other hand, I was in a state that I couldn’t show to anyone.

My upper body was mottled with bite and lick marks, and the space between my legs was sticky with clotted fluid.

Barque wiped my whole body with the towel, leaving only the mess of his ejaculation between my legs, and then straightened my dress. As someone from a commoner background, he was quite skilled at tidying up clothes.

Barely managing to get myself together and getting off the vanity, a knock sounded at a perfect timing.

“Young Lady Rosen. May I come in?”

I quickly checked the mirror and then replied in the affirmative.

Soon, the door opened, and the maid, who had probably made her presence known with the knock just now, appeared.

“The ceremony will begin soon. But the master is nowhere to be found... Ah, Master. You were here.”

The maid looked at the man standing next to me, surprised, and quickly bowed her head. Her words were cut off halfway, but I could tell even without hearing the end.

Everyone was probably franticly searching for the groom who had vanished without a trace just before the ceremony. They couldn’t have imagined that he was having sex with me, his soon-to-be stepdaughter.

Barque, with a nonchalant expression, straightened his cravat and strode out of the waiting room. The maid, who had instinctively shrunk back at the oppressive aura he exuded, closed the door and approached me.

“Young lady. Your hair is disheveled.”

It was a trace left by his violent sex with me.

As I awkwardly touched my hair, the maid told me she would do it and sat me down in a chair. Standing behind me, the maid suddenly tilted her head and looked down at the floor.

“Why is it so damp here?”

“Ah, I, I did it. I spilled some water while drinking.”

My face reflected in the mirror looked anxious, as if indicating what a poor excuse it was. But the maid’s eyes were still fixed on the floor, so she wouldn’t have seen my expression.

My heart pounded. The dampness she was referring to was probably the fluid that had overflowed from my vulva due to my sticky encounter with him.

Fortunately, the maid turned her head without much suspicion and began to tidy my hair. My golden sand-colored hair, full of sunlight, flowed neatly under the maid’s brushing. The maid, who had neatly tied it up in one, smiled brightly.

“You must be happy. To have such a reliable father.”

She probably offered her congratulations without any malice, or rather, with utter sincerity, but I couldn’t brazenly accept them. The many nights when he had mentioned my mother and left burn-like marks on my body flashed before my eyes. The recollection was as vivid as a scar left on my body.

“......Yes.”

The only answer I could utter with a languid and confused heart was just that.

The wedding hadn’t even started yet, but fatigue was gnawing away at my entire body. Barque was such a suffocating predator, not giving me even a moment to breathe.

The wedding of my mother and the man proceeded without incident.

The man who had been roughly entangled with me in the waiting room just moments ago now stood beside my mother with a clean face, as if he had never committed such a shameless act.

The unblemished, dark-clad man made it difficult to distinguish whether this was a wedding hall or a battlefield. Perhaps it was because of his rather dry and emotionless expression for a wedding where a new family was being formed.

In the vulva of the bride’s guest, me, sitting in the very front row, the semen that the man had fully ejaculated was still stickily remaining. Perhaps even sitting with my legs slightly apart here would cause it to flow down my thighs and wet my skirt.

My mother, wearing a wedding dress and veil, was too beautiful for someone who had committed an irreversible accident and had a grown-up daughter. Her blonde hair, similar to mine but a brighter shade, fluttered under the veil.

There was probably no one in the empire who didn’t know about the scandal between my mother and my biological father. But as if no one remembered that incident, they treated my mother as a pure white bride and sent her fervent cheers and congratulations. My grandfather, smiling amiably next to me, was clearly watching his step.

My mother, holding the bouquet, turned to look at me. Seeing my faint smile, my mother also gave a kind smile.

And no sooner had her head turned than Barque was now staring at me.

Cold eyes that seemed more accustomed to the blood-soaked battlefield than this glamorous scene. Looking closely, a terribly wicked emotion surged within them like a tidal wave. Lust and carnal desire were so clearly evident that his blue eyes felt hot.

This time, I absolutely could not smile.

My mother and the man left for their honeymoon immediately after the wedding reception.

Where was their destination again? I think it was somewhere in the warm south, where it’s warm all year round. Actually, I didn’t pay much attention, so I don’t remember well. Around the time when the wedding date was just around the corner and practical preparations began, I had my virginity taken by the man and was in a state of considerable mental disarray.

I had been staying quietly at Barque’s mansion since the wedding ended. Fortunately, Barque didn’t take me on their honeymoon. It was because I had pleaded with him in the waiting room just before the ceremony began.

<If I grant you that request, what will you do for me?>

<.......>

<Are you going to spread your legs for me right here?>

The man gave the crude instruction without batting an eye.

In the end, on the condition that he wouldn’t take me on the honeymoon, I had no choice but to spread my legs for him in the waiting room. The shameful midday sex was what started it all.

The man’s mansion, with its master temporarily away, was no different from usual. He often left the mansion for frequent expeditions, so everyone was used to his absence.

I sat in the glass conservatory, blankly staring outside.

In two days, my mother and that man will return. When that happens, I will have to call the man “Father” every time I see him. That word became a kind of device that would engrave in me the fact that he was “my mother’s man.”

Judging by his stern expression and subtly perverted tendencies, that title would probably continue even in the midst of our strange sex. Just imagining it was dreadful.

Once, I had hope.

Hope that he wouldn’t go all the way to sex since he didn’t thrust his cock between my legs.

Looking back now, it was incredibly naive and foolish. His intention was so clear when he made me suck his thick shaft and when his hand ravaged my vulva, so why did I harbor such vain hope?

“...What should I do?”

In my mother’s married life that was about to begin, I had to decide.

Regarding my relationship with the man.

Of course, I wanted to escape. I hadn’t expected that the electric, chilling current I felt when we first met would turn into something so vulgar and sordid.

I disliked him touching my body so casually, but I loathed even more the way I reacted to his touch and became aroused. It was because I couldn’t shake off the feeling of betraying my mother.

‘Maybe... I should run away.’

It wasn’t that I hadn’t considered that thought.

But as always, the ideal was far, and reality was near. In the face of the cold wall of reality, my resolve repeatedly crumbled.

If I run away, if I break free from here, how will I live?

Having grown up relatively without hardship under my mother, I had no skills. Even if I boldly kicked off from here, I doubted I could last even a week. Honestly, being young and a woman, I would be lucky if I didn’t die a violent death on some dark street.

Without my mother, I was just a weakling with no strength to live alone.

If running away was impossible, the answer was fixed as if in a mold. Perhaps I had been gloomy and in pain from the beginning because I knew I had no choice but to choose this path.

I had to stay in this mansion and pretend to be a harmonious family, as if we were related by blood. For that, it was absolutely necessary to fix the twisted relationship with Barque.

The hell that would unfold in two days was already vivid in my mind, making the inside of my throat feel stickily constricted. I closed my eyes tightly, as if wanting to distance myself from reality.

My mind was as black as if indicating my future.

* * *

There are a few immutable laws in the world.

One of them is that the time you wish wouldn’t come approaches faster than any other. I realized through my experience that this was a rather credible law.

The butler’s daily announcements, reminding me of my mother and the man’s return, felt like a death sentence to me. A harsh sentence telling me to clean my neck and wait, as my death day was not far off.

Finally, the morning of their return arrived.

Having tossed and turned all night, I had to go out to greet them in a tired state.

Waiting in front of the mansion’s main gate, I soon saw a large carriage speeding towards us from afar. The carriage slowly reduced its speed and stopped exactly in front of me.

The curtained door, through which the interior was not visible, opened with a thud. I approached, expecting my mother to come out first, but unexpectedly, Barque appeared. His massive frame before my eyes reminded me of the nights he had pressed down on me and violated me. I felt a sudden chill as I met his gaze.

I tilted my gaze away from him, as if I couldn’t see anything.

“Mother. Did you have a safe trip?”

I supported my mother as she stepped down from the carriage, clutching the hem of her dress. She nodded, smiling happily as if the honeymoon had been enjoyable.

“Did you have a good time, Rosen? You must have been lonely while we were gone.”

“A little.”

In reality, it had been a time of torment where I had no time to feel lonely. But I didn’t show it.

My mother, who had been gently stroking my cheek, noticed the man’s gaze fixed on us and slowly turned her head.

“Did you say hello to your father?”

Father.

That title pressed down on my chest like sharp thorns. The things I had done with the man who had become my mother’s husband came to mind, and a guilt as heavy as a stone spread through my heart. My mother probably had no idea about the subtle tension between me and the man.

I tightly clenched my hands and forced a smile. And I faced Barque, who had been staring only at me since getting out of the carriage, as if I were composed.

“Welcome back.”

“......”

“......Father.”

Hearing the word I uttered, as my lips opened and closed, sent shivers down my spine. I rubbed my arm as if feeling cold and then flinched at the touch that landed on my head. Barque had begun to stroke my hair.

The situation where I encountered Barque’s touch in front of my mother.

This was the very situation I had feared, thinking it might be as dreadful as dying.

It felt like everyone was putting on a ridiculous play. No, my mother knew nothing about this situation, so only Barque and I were putting on a pathetic act. It was unbearable to become a hypocrite with a different exterior and interior, let alone that the target was my mother. A dark guilt tightened my heart.

I quickly looked at my mother’s face.

She was smiling serenely, perhaps perceiving it as a simple gesture of stroking my hair. Maybe she was pleased that her new husband was affectionate towards her daughter.

Just as I was relieved that I hadn’t aroused my mother’s suspicion, Barque’s touch secretly moved down and brushed my earlobe. My heart sank at the bold touch in front of my mother. The vulgar touches that had traversed my body every night came to mind, and I straightened my back.

He lewdly rubbed my earlobe at an angle where my mother couldn’t see, pressed down with his fingernail, and then finally withdrew his hand. Only then was I able to breathe properly.

“Well then, let’s go inside now.”

Barque, who had made me so uneasy, murmured nonchalantly. I was the only one agitated. Following my mother and Barque as they walked towards the mansion, I fiddled with my ear, where his touch had lingered so intensely.

“I should unpack. Rosen, I bought you a present, so look forward to it.”

No sooner had we arrived in the drawing-room than my mother, accompanied by the maids, headed to her bedroom on the second floor. The moment the door clicked shut, I felt like I was trapped in an intangible prison.

It wasn’t raining outside, but a faint sound of rain echoed in my ears. It was because I was reminded of that day a few months ago. The very moment when all my nightmares had begun.

Me, falling asleep while reading a book, that insidious touch that tickled my ankle, it had eventually lifted my skirt, and when I opened my eyes...

Feeling uneasy about being here, specifically about being left alone with Barque, I hastily turned around. Now that my mother was gone anyway, there was no need to pretend to be a father-daughter relationship that was becoming a family.

“...!”

But before I could even take a step, my wrist was grabbed, and I was pushed against the wall.

“Eup!”

The man’s hand wrapped around my waist like a snake, and his reddish lips clamped down on mine.

A slimy tongue ruthlessly forced its way through my parted teeth, stirring the inside. When I pushed his chest in surprise, he pressed in even more violently, stealing every breath in my mouth.

This is the drawing-room. Countless footsteps passed by, and anyone could open the door. I glanced anxiously at the doorway.

Why here, of all places? What if someone comes in? What if even my mother returns...?

I slapped his shoulder as if pushing him away in my frantic state. But the man didn’t easily back off.

“Eueut, no, I don’t want to. Here, eu-eup, not here...!”

I barely managed to utter the words through the gaps as his tongue explored every inch of my inner mouth. The man, who had been stubbornly clinging to me, seemed to understand my desperate plea and parted his lips with a soft “tch.” My lips were glistening wet with saliva, reminding me of the intense kiss.

Barque stared intently at me, as if trying to imprint the image of me during the time we were apart. He rubbed his already bulging fly against my body.

“Do it like you did before. Looking at me prettily, ‘Welcome back.’ Hmm?”

I don’t know what kind of face I made at him, but it certainly wasn’t a good one. With the anxious feelings I had at that moment, there was no way a good expression could have come out.

And yet, he said that expression was pretty.

I was starting to wonder just how his eyes perceived me.

“Welcome... back.”

I didn’t resist and acted as obediently as possible. Playing along with the man’s tune was the only way to avoid angering him and to get free quickly. The many nights we had spent together had already made me quite familiar with him.

As I did as he asked, he, who had been giving me his undivided attention, let out a deep sigh and pulled me towards the sofa.

He sat me astride his lap and now brazenly rubbed his lower body against mine.

Ever since we were alone, Barque’s groin had been swollen to the point of bursting. It fiercely poked at my vulva. When I shifted my hips at the unpleasant contact, he roughly grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them hard, as if telling me not to resist.

“Ba, heu, Lord Barque. Stop...”

He didn’t even pretend to hear and licked the back of my neck.

A strange feeling that tickled my spine made me tilt my head back. Then, Barque, as if it was a good thing, licked even more like a dog. He was making slurping sounds as he greedily licked, and then he even pursed his lips and sucked on my skin, making me shake my head with revulsion.

“Just a moment. Don’t leave, ah, don’t leave marks.”

“Why? I’m just going to put a mark on what’s mine.”

What’s mine?

As I struggled to get away, I stiffened all over as if someone had poured ice water on me at those words.

A cold dread settled in my chest. I was not an object, so I was not something someone could possessively claim as “mine” with such finality.

Looking at my expression, he seemed to realize what I was thinking and sharply furrowed his handsome brow. His distorted features exuded an even more unapproachable air than usual.

Barque cupped the back of my neck with his large palm, brought his face close to mine, and murmured as if swallowing me whole.

“If I’m the first man to break into your pussy, isn’t that enough to claim ownership?”

It sounded just like an animal growling.

Possessiveness surged like a stormy sea in his deep blue eyes, as dark as the night sea.

I gripped his shoulders and bit my lip. Barque, displeased that I didn’t answer, slid his hand down my neck and pulled the string that was holding my top together, untying it.

Surprised, I barely managed to grab the flowing top. But in front of Barque’s cold eyes, I couldn’t bring myself to hold onto him. Wherever his icy gaze landed, it felt as if my skin was being exposed, regardless of clothing.

“Take your hand away unless you want to get fucked here.”

I rolled my eyes.

If insertion happened here, or if someone caught us in the act, something truly irreversible would occur. There was something I wanted to tell him about the future, but now was too dangerous. In broad daylight, I became cautious about anything related to him.

Helplessly, I let go of my clothes. The soft material of my dress top flowed down, revealing the chemise that showed my fair skin.

“I told you not to wear this kind of thing.”

He instantly stripped off the chemise that had been rolled up from my waist. The breasts that had been lifted along with the hem swayed, shamelessly revealing their rosy peaks and slightly lighter areolae. Barque’s gaze landed on them as if teasing.

“Heueut.”

“The swelling has gone down a lot.”

The touch that circled my nipples intently was insidious. I habitually covered my lips with the back of my hand at the feeling of my crotch itching. As he scratched the tips of my breasts, my nipples slowly began to harden.

“Do you know something?”

He pinched and pulled both my nipples with his fingers, casually speaking.

I was gradually getting out of breath and barely managed to listen to his voice, panting softly.

“That your pussy and nipples are the same color.”

But that focus was in vain. If I had known he was going to say something obscene, I wouldn’t have even pretended to listen. Barque pushed up my nipples as if kneading them and slipped his other hand between my thighs. Instantly, the hand that covered my vulva moved back and forth, stimulating my vaginal opening.

“Huh? Do you know? Why aren’t you answering?”

“Heut, I, I don’t know.”

“Is that so? You don’t know? It’s a color that makes it impossible not to lick both. Haa, just imagining drinking and sucking on your breasts makes my body burn so much. During the honeymoon, my cock wouldn’t go down once it got hard, it was quite troublesome.”

If I hadn’t been covering my lips with my hand, I would have covered my ears. The man’s vulgar confession that he had only thought of me even during his time with my mother. Because of that, my mind became chaotic like a tangled thread once again.

As if to do what he couldn’t do on the honeymoon, Barque bit down on my breast and deeply sucked. His tongue circled the light pink areola and then slowly began to caress my nipple.

“Haahng, ah-eueut...”

Even though I didn’t want to react to his skinship as much as possible, even though I wanted to act like a stone, pleasure thoroughly melted my mind. Ah, it feels good... Even though I knew I shouldn’t continue, this act was so addictive that my judgment kept getting clouded.

Before I knew it, I had put my hands in his hair and tilted my chin up. Every time his rough taste buds rubbed and stimulated my nipples, I could feel the space between my spread legs getting wet with a rush.

He seemed quite pleased with my gesture of embracing him and diligently sucked on my breasts. He gently bit my nipple with his teeth and then rubbed it upwards with his tongue, making the tip harden and erect.

“You seem more sensitive today. Were you lonely too?”

His whisper was secretive. His hot breath stimulated my nipple as if tickling it.

As if it were my last bit of conscience, I bit my lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping and hurriedly shook my head.

“No, it’s not.”

“Oh, but it is.”

Barque, who had chuckled, returned to a still expression as if he had never smiled, and pressed his body tightly against mine. His strong physique, giving a pressure as if facing a wall, tightened my heart as if he would crush me at any moment.

“I was so lonely.”

“......”

“So much so that I wanted to ditch the honeymoon and come back to roll around with you all night long.”

He grabbed my waist and casually rubbed his lower abdomen against mine as if having sex. Even though I didn’t want to see it that way, it was a friction that could only be interpreted in an unhealthy way. Moreover, it was so intense, as if we were really having sex, that my body shook helplessly. I had to bite my lip tightly and hold onto him to avoid falling off.

“I missed you so much, the way you swallowed mine with a flushed face and tears streaming down. Every night, heu, I can’t count how many times I relieved myself alone while thinking of your pussy.”

Barque whispered in a low voice, nibbling around my areola. A hot sensation spreading from the tip of my breast made me squeeze my eyes shut. I felt my lower abdomen tighten again. I was deeply afraid of myself for becoming accustomed to this sensation.

The embarrassing act stopped when a knock suddenly sounded on the drawing-room door.

The two of us, especially me, froze like a stone statue on top of him. Cold sweat ran down my spine. The hand gripping his clothes tightened, turning white. My heart pounded so hard that it was difficult to breathe properly.

Barque, who had paused for a moment as if flustered, soon regained his usual composure. He squeezed and then released my thigh and raised his voice towards the door.

“What is it?”

“Master. A letter from His Majesty the Emperor has arrived.”

“Oh dear.”

It seemed there was some official business he needed to attend to. He grasped my chin with a look full of regret.

“Alright. Wait here a moment.”

Having said that to the servant outside, he lunged towards my lips like a ferocious beast. Barque kissed me, sucking on my tongue and teasing my nipples as if he had no intention of stopping. Only after our saliva had mixed so much that the root of my tongue felt numb did he part his lips.

His simmering gaze swept over my face. I could only pant, my face flushed from the intense kiss.

He gently nipped my cheek, then set me down on the sofa and left the drawing-room. Left alone, I wiped the saliva from my lips and let out a long sigh.

My chest felt heavy, as if filled with black fog.

* * *

The day quickly faded, and soon it was night.

It was the first dinner where the three of us had gathered after a long time, now that we were truly family.

“Rosen. I told them to take your presents to your bedroom. I picked out things I thought you’d like, but I hope they suit your taste.”

I looked up at my mother, pausing as I cut the meat braised in sauce.

Her eyes, filled with a mixture of anticipation of what my reaction would be and worry about whether it would be to my liking, were like a young girl’s.

Unlike the greedy eyes of the nobles, my mother’s eyes were clear and pure. Clear eyes that sought to achieve what she desired rather than harboring wrong desires. She was born with my grandfather’s blood but had eyes that were the complete opposite of his.

If my grandfather’s pupils were like a snake’s, my mother’s were like a deer’s.

That’s why I liked looking into my mother’s eyes.

“Anything Mother buys for me is good. I mean it.”

“Oh, you.”

My mother smiled proudly, as if my answer was appropriate. I smiled faintly back at her. My mother glanced sideways at Barque, who was sitting at the head of the table, and then casually added.

“Barque also prepared a special gift for you.”

My knife, which had been moving over my plate, paused.

“Isn’t he so kind? He said even though I was buying something, he wanted to take care of you too.”

“......Yes. Thank you.”

Barque put down the knife he was holding and wet his lips with wine. It would look strange if I just avoided his gaze while thanking him, so I gradually turned my head to look at him.

He softly curved his usually sharp eyes in a straight line. It was a smile I couldn’t just accept with a good feeling.

“Come to my study after dinner. Your gift is there.”

His delicately folded eye corners held something alluring. I didn’t have the confidence to look inside. I took a long breath in and out and lowered my eyes.

My already nonexistent appetite waned further and was now at rock bottom. Nevertheless, I wished and wished that this dinner would never end.

* * *

After dinner, I headed to Barque’s study. It was a visit that could hardly be called my own will. Because he was a man who would resort to any means if he didn’t get his way.

After suppressing my turbulent inner feelings with a deep breath, I knocked twice on the brown wooden door. Permission to enter came from inside. I swallowed my dry saliva, turned the doorknob, and opened the door.

A bitter smell wafted from inside.

Barque, leaning against his desk, had a cigar in his mouth. Wisps of hazy smoke curled up from his parted lips. The culprit of the acrid scent seemed to be that.

“Rosen.”

He looked pleased as he confirmed it was me.

As I approached hesitantly, like voluntarily crawling into a swamp, he put the cigar in the ashtray and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. Like a man treating his lover, there was not a hint of hesitation in his actions.

Barque tilted his head and softly kissed me. His tongue tasted of a sharp, tingling cigarette. The unique taste was as unpleasant as the man himself.

For now, I silently accepted his kiss. To convey what I wanted to say to his face today, I must not provoke his violent temper.

A single mistake could potentially ruin everything.

“Eueung...”

As I didn’t resist, the kiss deepened relentlessly. He stirred the various parts of my inner mouth with the tip of his tongue, continuing the sticky kiss.

My eyelids fluttered at the movement that deliberately tickled my sensitive palate. When I tried to part my lips, having run out of breath first, he pushed his tongue in deeper once more and stirred before finally releasing me.

The distance between our faces was close. Close enough that if I spoke, my lips would brush against his. Even though I wanted to back away, it was impossible as his arm tightly encircled my waist.

“......Father.”

I placed both hands on his chest and moved my lips heavily. Barque was looking at me intently, as if telling me to speak. I slowly raised my gaze, which had been fixed on his prominent Adam’s apple.

When our eyes finally met in a straight line, my lips parted in a strange curve.

“Did you sleep with Mother?”

Barque’s eyebrows twitched.

I felt like I couldn’t even believe the question that had come out of my mouth. Because it was a truly heinous question. No outsider, not even a child, should carelessly mention the intimacy between a married couple. It was completely impolite.

But I had no choice but to ask.

Barque looked at me keenly, as if trying to gauge my intentions. That sharp gaze could make anyone’s heart shrink at any time, making their fingertips curl up involuntarily.

“Why do you ask that?”

He gave a smile that seemed somehow pleased and leaned close to my ear.

“Jealous?”

His hot breath and the voice that tickled my eardrum were truly intimate. Considering the insidious act of his tongue licking my earlobe afterwards, it could not be said that there was no dirty intention.

I trembled at the feeling of something wet digging into my ear canal and forcefully pushed his chest. Then, I quickly took a couple of steps back from him.

Only then was a proper distance maintained between my stepfather and me.

“Then let’s stop this kind of relationship now. Between us.”

His brow, which had been looking down at me, twisted fiercely in an instant.

“I don’t want to do this kind of thing... with Father anymore. This kind of thing, this kind of thing, you should do with Mother.”

With my last words, a heavy, heavy silence fell upon the study.

I couldn’t bring myself to face him and just looked at the ground, clutching the hem of my skirt.

The secret acts at night that had been going on for about three months.

Now that Mother and the man were married and had become husband and wife, this secretive act had to stop. That was undoubtedly right. Barque and I had become father and daughter, just as the titles we used implied.

He was my mother’s husband, and I was his wife’s daughter.

Grandfather’s thunderous scolding occasionally echoed in my ears. That there must be no incident caused by my existence that ruins Mother’s marriage. I repeated those words in my head over and over, as if I had been brainwashed.

I had to make my mother’s marriage a success, no matter what. It was a sense of responsibility and guilt for having become a blemish on my mother’s life.

Since I couldn’t possibly run away from this absurd situation, there was only one way left.

To end this wrong relationship with him.

“Hoo.”

Barque, who had put the cigar down earlier, put it back in his mouth and took a deep drag before releasing it. His eyes gleamed darkly through the blurry smoke.

His gaze was sharp and heavy, as if directly scolding me.

Even though it was just his gaze, a chill ran down my spine as if a sword blade had been placed under my neck. Bound by his gaze, I froze from head to toe.

He tapped the ash off his cigar onto the ashtray and finally opened his mouth after a long while.

“Why?”

Just that one word.

The answer I had waited so long to hear ended up being just that.

My worry that he might be filled with anger and act violently was proven wrong; his reaction was remarkably calm. But Barque had merely posed a question, and the problematic situation remained as it was.

I swallowed hard and answered calmly. I tried to.

“You became my father.”

“......”

“And I am your daughter.”

Barque crossed his arms, the cigar still in his mouth. There was a hint of swagger in his seemingly casual attitude, but beneath it lay the raw, untamed ferocity characteristic of a knight.

For a moment, a heavy silence, almost unbearable, pressed down between us. I stood there stiffly, unable to move even a finger.

Finally, Barque took the cigar between his long, straight fingers and asked with a sigh.

“Was it just me who was drawn in?”

A simple and monotonous tone.

But hearing it, my heart plummeted to the floor without a moment to recover.

“It wasn’t.”

“......”

“You were drawn to me from the first moment you saw me too.”

Those words instantly pierced through my anxiously vibrating heart.

My heart rate began to increase abnormally. Cold sweat ran down my back. I stared at him in astonishment, unable to even breathe. It felt as if he had discovered a shameful secret I had been desperately hiding, and all my nerves contracted as if retreating into a corner.

Barque suddenly took a step towards me.

“You were concerned about me too.”

“......”

“If not, then try answering me.”

His fingers brushed past my lips. A sense of déjà vu, as if I had experienced this before, washed over me like a tidal wave.

Yes, even on the day I first met Barque, he had rubbed my lips like this.

Recalling that day, even my breathing became rapid now. A guilty feeling that I must never reveal, and which I had buried like dust in the corner of my heart, was rising up uncontrollably.

It would have been very easy to say no. Judging by his calm demeanor, he seemed like he would willingly back down if I said I had never been attracted to him.

Then, all the situations would be resolved at once.

Now was the perfect opportunity to escape from the things I had so feared and the acts I had been so anxious about.

And yet, my throat stuck together as if it had been glued shut.

A dark shadow fell over me.

His lips came closer as if to kiss. So, it goes without saying that the distance between our gazes became intimate.

After clearly confirming my wavering eyes, he grinned.

“See?”

“......”

“You wanted to fuck me too, didn’t you?”

The words, as if demanding my admission, landed heavily in my ear. A confident smile, certain of his victory, was drawn on his lips. His dignified appearance, as if he had never been inferior to anyone, was so beautiful that it was hard to look away.

As if succumbing to him, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

Barque was right.

From that first day we met, I couldn’t ignore the heat that had spread through my chest. An emotion I had never felt with any other man erupted like a volcanic eruption the moment I met him, numbing my five senses. He had completely captivated me at our first meeting and ultimately shook my heart.

That brief encounter by the window.

Just a few seconds.

That alone was enough for me to fall in love with him at first sight.

So much so that my knuckles turned white, and I couldn’t even swallow.

Just as he was overly concerned about me, all my senses were focused on him, making it difficult to regain my composure.

But because of Grandfather’s warning and the fact that he was to become my mother’s husband, I had to suppress all my feelings. I had even tried hard to deceive myself. I repeatedly told myself, as if casting a spell, that I didn’t like him and that I shouldn’t welcome his touch.

Even though I felt like I would go crazy with pleasure from his touch, even though I was filled with a desire for him to do more, I had to endure. I had to withstand, hold out, and persevere.

But this alluring man had ultimately broken me down helplessly.

Shattering the pretense and masks that had been wrapped around me like an outer shell, he finally made me reveal my true feelings.

Absurdly, my instincts didn’t want to end things with him like this. My instincts and reason were at odds, to the point where I wanted to strike him on the head. Maybe I had been hiding behind my guilt, constantly wishing for him to continue violating me...

“Haa, eu-eum.”

As if he had been waiting for me to do this, Barque responded without the slightest hesitation. Our lips met deeply. Our tongues intertwined like snakes, each biting and sucking the other greedily. Accepting my eager advance, Barque wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted me up.

Laid down on the desk, I reached out my arms as if not wanting to be separated from him even for a moment. His thick neck willingly submitted to my grasp. Our passionate kisses were so voracious that saliva leaked down and our lips became sticky.

We exchanged each other’s saliva and breath, biting and sucking on each other’s lips for several minutes. In the middle, his ashtray was knocked over and tumbled to the floor, but neither of us paid any attention. We were completely intoxicated by the act of craving each other.

“Do you even know how crazy I felt at our first dinner together?”

“Eung, haa, slow, slowly...”

“What I wanted to eat then wasn’t food, it was you. I wanted to lay you down in front of me and thrust into your pussy as much as I wanted. Damn it. You bewitched me so much I couldn’t think straight.”

I hastily reached out and loosened his cravat. He, on the other hand, lifted the hem of my skirt and tightly gripped and released the inside of my thigh.

The undressing, as if we were going to devour each other, happened in an instant.

His lips slid down to my neck. The act of tracing my pale skin with his tongue and then gently biting it made my fingertips curl. I hugged his broad shoulders, only letting out hot breaths.

He chuckled pleasantly, as if pleased with my honest expression of pleasure, which I had had to hide all this time. It was like the laugh of a demon who had finally corrupted a human with his own colors. Barque’s hand traveled up my thigh, pushing up my petticoat and underwear together.

He gave me a soft peck on the lips and then gradually began to move downwards. He deliberately buried his face between my breasts and rubbed against them, then moved down my navel and disappeared under my skirt. Soon, a soft, fleshy thing stickily licked my soaked and submerged vulva.

“Haheut...!”

A burning sensation began to tingle my fingertips. The hem of the skirt where Barque’s head had gone bulged out. The sight of it heaving was truly lewd.

Hidden from view, he unleashed his wanton desires to his heart’s content. He bit my wet flesh, scratched my erect clit, and fully tasted my lower region.

I spread my thighs to facilitate his caresses. It might look vulgar, but I couldn’t help it. The desire I had always been quick to hide was revealing its existence for the first time, and it was difficult to control.

The sound of something being slurped up from under my skirt reached my ears. It was clear evidence that I was aroused beyond measure.

“Ahng, haa, eut...!”

He sucked and rubbed my lower opening with his tongue until I melted into a gooey mess. When he finally crawled out from under my skirt, my crotch was soaking wet as if someone had splashed water on it.

Barque stood still and slowly unbuckled his pants. I watched his sensual movements, my heart pounding. Soon, a dark red piece of flesh slipped down with his briefs, then bounced up and revealed itself.

He wet his lips with his tongue and finally grabbed his cock, revealed through the dark pubic hair.

Today as well, the impossibly large thing stood erect, nodding as if bowing to the sky. He spread the thick pre-ejaculate that had flowed down his glans all over his shaft and spread my legs.

The hard, hot glans touched my opening. His two fingers spread my red, ripe labia apart. Between them, Barque pushed in only the rosy glans. With a squelching sound, my whole body stiffened. Pressure and ecstasy washed over me simultaneously.

Instead of pushing in roughly as usual, Barque remained still in that state. I struggled with the feeling of my lower region being forced open, but soon I adjusted, and then my insides began to feel ticklish again, so I hurriedly grabbed him.

“Shall I put more in?”

He asked mischievously, leaning his upper body over my head. I nodded with hazy eyes. I sincerely wanted him to quickly resolve this agonizing sensation.

He licked my lips and urged me in a low voice.

“Say ‘feed me your cock’...”

I wondered how I could utter those lewd words, but in front of the instinct to crave even more pleasure, there was nothing I couldn’t do. Ever since he had seen through my true feelings, my reason was already half-shattered anyway.

I pulled his neck down, brought my lips close to his, and whispered in a voice so small only he could hear.

“...Feed me your cock.”

“......”

“Barque......”

I held his name instead of the awkward title of father. It was the first time I had dropped the “nim” I always attached. Lord Barque and Barque. Even though it was just a one-letter difference, the feeling it gave was completely different.

The former gave an impression of formality and distance, while the latter... felt close enough to call casually.

“Ha... I’m also driven crazy by being called father.”

“Heueu-eung...!”

“You’re really driving me insane.”

As if we were lovers, for example.

Barque grabbed my thighs with his large hands and then smoothly pushed his cock into my wet hole.

“Keut.”

“Haa...!”

The feeling of the bumpy cock scraping against my inner walls as if grinding them was truly ecstatic. I arched my back, urging his thing to go even deeper.

When his cock was inserted precariously close to my cervix, I involuntarily felt bloated inside. It was that unbelievably large. Nevertheless, my inner walls clung to his shaft elastically, as if they liked it.

Barque began to undress me while still inserted. He occasionally thrust his hips up, throwing firewood onto the dying embers of my heat. He displayed perfect control of intensity in our lovemaking.

When I came to my senses, I was lying beneath him, completely naked. I lifted my eyes, my vision blurring as if distorted. Unlike me, who was completely naked, his cravat was loosened and his fly was undone.

I didn’t like that.

It was as if it reminded me of the stark difference between me, who would embrace guilt with this act, and him.

“...Take off your clothes.”

He, who had been wetting his fingers with saliva and scratching my flushed clit, suddenly twitched his eyebrows. My hand groped its way up his wrist. I rubbed the broad expanse of the man’s chest, whispering.

“I don’t want to be the only one naked...”

“If I take off my clothes, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

The casually uttered tone carried a terrifying warning.

I swallowed hard. The longer the piston-like movement was delayed after insertion, the more my burning desire slowly began to melt away. Patience was short, and instinct was near.

As I faintly nodded, Barque slowly raised his hand over his shirt. The buttons popped open, and soon his coppery skin, covered in scars, was fully revealed.

I raised my hand to his thick chest as if possessed. The skin I touched with my fingertips was vividly warm. Just as I had seen when he came out of the bath last time, it was a powerful and beautiful upper body that would shake any woman’s heart.

As a skilled knight, Barque’s undressing speed was incredibly fast. When I closed and opened my eyes, he was already naked like me. However, perhaps because of his muscular build, he looked as if he were wearing armor, and didn’t seem completely bare.

“Eu-eueut...!”

He suddenly hugged me and lifted me up from the desk. My body felt precarious, so I hurriedly wrapped my legs around his waist, and Barque chuckled lowly, supporting my buttocks as if holding a baby. As he began to stride, the cock that was fully inside me stabbed the inner walls of my vagina roughly in all directions.

“Ah-ahng, heu, ah, eut!”

“You have a face like you’re dying of pleasure.”

Barque leaned me against some door and suddenly began to thrust his pelvis. My body, floating unstably in the air, jumped up as if burned and then fell down, clenching around his even deeper. Each time, lascivious sighs escaped from both of our mouths.

The door touching my back made a rattling noise with the rough thrusting, but in the ecstasy that was tearing apart my entire body, I couldn’t possibly pay attention to it. Sex in a position where my feet didn’t touch the ground was overwhelmingly pleasurable.

“Heu, eu, ah-eueut, eung!”

“Like this, haa, how far does it go when I thrust? Does it reach your womb?”

“Ah! Ha, aah, eut!”

I was too out of my mind to answer his vulgar question. Only high-pitched moans burst out one after another. Thwack, thwack. The sound of my vulva and his groin lewdly touching and separating echoed loudly in the study.

Belatedly, I remembered that this was the space where he conducted his official duties and hurriedly grabbed his shoulders.

“Not, here, heuk, haat!”

“You’ve felt all you want to feel, and now you’re acting coy.”

Barque, muttering that, opened the doorknob I had been leaning against all along and stepped inside. Embraced by him like a cicada clinging to a tree, I realized this was a temporary bedroom only after being lowered onto a soft bed.

The light of the lamp was dazzling. My head was spinning as if I had drunk a lot of alcohol. The first time I had tasted alcohol after coming of age, even one glass had made my mind feel hazy. I felt exactly like that now.

However, I hadn’t drunk any alcohol now, so I was simply intoxicated by my actions with Barque.

He looked at my body, revealed in the dim light, with a rapturous gaze. Persistent and clear, as if he didn’t want to miss a single thing. Within it lay layers of lust like a swamp that I couldn’t possibly handle.

Barque wrapped my carelessly spread legs around his waist and rubbed our conjoined areas together intensely. His rough pubic hair rubbed against my vulva, making it unbearably itchy. I licked his lips and tightly clamped my lower mouth around his erect cock, which was clearly asserting its presence.

“Damn it.”

He shot a fierce look at my brazen attempt, as if he would go crazy.

Soon, Barque firmly grasped the back of my knees, making the soles of my feet face the ceiling, and began to plunge his massive cock down into me from above. The thrusting became intense without my even realizing it. The rhythm was short, and the piston-like movements were heavy with force.

“Ah, ah, heueuk!”

The vulva, clearly visible in my sight, repeatedly contracted and relaxed, spewing out sticky vaginal fluids. It splattered everywhere, on the sheets, on his body, everything. Barque’s center, connected to mine, had a whitish, sticky foam forming from the continuous friction.

“Ha, you, cunt. Look at those tits shaking...”

His lascivious gaze was fixed on my breasts, which swayed up and down with the rhythm of his thrusting. His tone was just as vulgar. Even in my dazed state, shame washed over me, and I hurriedly covered my chest with my hands.

“What are you doing?”

At that, he frowned as if dissatisfied and coldly bound both my hands together with one of his arms, pinning them above my head. My fair breasts, exposed and unable to be covered, bounced as if they would fall off, obscenely staining his vision.

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

The sound of skin lewdly touching and separating filled the bedroom with obscenity. The air in the room, which had clearly felt cool, had become intensely hot at some point. It was a sign I knew well, the prelude to reason melting away in the heat of sex.

I screamed, my throat raw, and clutched the sheets. In the place I could barely see, the man’s dark red cock, with veins bulging, was forcing its way into my vagina, then pulling out.

Every time that stiff thing pushed in, an unbearable urge to urinate vibrated through my belly. Flashes of light, as if the world was collapsing before my eyes, occasionally occurred.

“Heuk, ahng, ah, ah...! Wai, heok, wait, yo... aahng!”

He usually enjoyed rough sex, but today was on a whole other level. The invasion of his cock was ferocious, as if it would break something inside me. But the pleasure that soaked my entire body was just as vivid, as if I had fallen into a sea of ecstasy. My limbs tingled all over, as if an electric current was running through them.

The wanton sound of his cock churning through my deeply pooled vaginal fluids echoed endlessly.

“Aahng, ahng...!”

The moment the rounded head of his cock struck the most sensitive spot with a thwack, I stiffened all over with a thrill that pierced me from head to toe.

Realizing I had reached orgasm, he bit my nipple and began to pick up the pace. Reaching climax in such a heated state was instantaneous.

He familiarly ejaculated inside me, and before long, he began to move his hips again. It was the end and the beginning at the same time. Unlike me, who was exhausted, he still seemed full of energy. It was a moment that made the significant age difference seem insignificant.

The bedsheets became soaked with an unknown fluid. I couldn’t even tell if it was from me or from him. I just felt unbelievably good. It was perfect oblivion and paradise.

“Even if it feels too good, you still have to breathe. Do you want to kick the bucket while having sex?”

He grabbed me, limp like a salt lump that had absorbed water, and flipped me over. As I panted on all fours like a four-legged beast, something slipped deep into my soaked vagina. Smaller than his cock but just as straight and hard, it was Barque’s finger.

The long finger of the man lightly stirred my inner walls, which had become sensitive from the friction. The vaginal fluids that had pooled thickly inside me flowed down my thighs like urine.

“You’re really squirting like a bitch.”

“Aahng, ahng, ah...!”

“You’re going crazy like this, huh? Want me to stop now?”

He growled and suddenly pulled out the finger that had been stabbing inside me. My back involuntarily trembled, and a sigh escaped my lips. Because he had stopped right before my climax, I turned my head with a look full of regret.

He pressed his chest tightly against my back and massaged my sagging breasts, biting my earlobe.

“Were you wrong or not?”

“Eueut, ha-eueu.”

My upper body, unable to resist, slumped. Then, as if he didn’t like my appearance, he pulled my arms back and rubbed his erect cock between my buttocks. I could clearly feel the movement of his cock rubbing between my fleshy buttocks. Every time the sticky pre-ejaculate rubbed against my labia, my lips instinctively dried up.

“Aha-ahng...”

When his hot shaft, as if it would burn me, rubbed against my perineum, a chilling sensation ran through my entire body. It was my body’s reaction, clearly remembering the moment when that thing had entered me and shaken me to my core.

“You won’t get fed unless you answer.”

He pulled my hands back as if twisting them and lewdly urged me.

I didn’t know what I had done wrong, but my mind was focused on wanting to swallow that thing with my lower mouth right now, so I blurted out anything.

“I was wrong, heuk, haat, I was wrong. I was wrong.”

“You won’t do it again, will you? You’ll say you want to keep fucking me, right?”

“Yes, heuk, yes. Aah...!”

No sooner had I finished answering than he used only the movement of his hips to insert his cock all the way to the root. My body swayed, but because he held my arms like reins, my posture didn’t change much.

Barque relaxed his tightly gripping hands and began to tap his hips up and down. With perfect control of intensity, my sensitively aroused breasts jiggled up and down.

He wrapped his hand around my belly, where his thing had pushed all the way in, drawing a subtle ridge, and rubbed it.

“What happens if we have a baby?”

It was a moment later that he, panting heavily like a beast consumed by sexual urges, brought up such a question.

A baby. I was truly surprised, and all my thought circuits momentarily broke down. He rubbed my belly, where the presence of his glans was clearly visible as a bulge, and whispered in my ear.

“Are you going to explain, ‘You’re the child I bore after swallowing your father’s seed’?”

“Ah, aht, stop, please stop. Heueu-eung...!”

“Huh? Tell me. How are you going to explain it?”

Due to the harsh words he uttered, the guilt of doing this with my mother’s man welled up again like pus. As that wave of disgusting emotion washed over me, my chest tightened as if it would burst.

I wanted to shut the man’s mouth. To do so, I turned my head and barely managed to kiss him. Barque, who had paused for a moment, instead lunged even more greedily and sucked my tongue.

His cock, which had stopped moving, began to thrust in and out again, crushing the elastic inside of my vagina. With the force that slammed against my buttocks, I had no choice but to lean my upper body against him and engage in the sex. Barque’s sturdy arms wrapped around my waist to prevent me from falling.

“Heueu-eung, ah, more, more...!”

“How much harder do you want me to fuck you? Tell me.”

He lewdly asked, teasing my nipples with both hands. I barely whispered, half-buried in his broad chest. It was a small voice, but as if he heard it clearly, he firmly set his jaw.

Soon, Barque inserted his tongue into my ear canal and frantically bounced his pelvis.

“Shall I fuck you, so you can’t, get a hold of, yourself?”

“Heut, haat! Aahng!”

“You little vixen.”

As more intense force was applied to the insertion, I involuntarily tightened and loosened the flesh of my buttocks, stimulating his shaft repeatedly. The mucus that had clumped together and fallen off at our junction splattered carelessly on my body and the man’s.

“You, heu, learned how to, handle me, earlier than I thought.”

“Ahng, ah, ah... heueuk!”

“Keut, you really, bite down as if, you’re going to sever it. Is it that delicious?”

His words were cut off in time with the rhythm of his hips thrusting upwards. He was struggling so much that there was no way he had the spare energy to answer me. My breath caught in my throat, making my breathing unsteady as if I were running somewhere.

Like a pebble swept away by a wave, I was simply dragged along and reacted sensitively to his shaking. I supported my position with only my knees and was tormented for a long time before having to sit on his waist and move my own hips, and finally, I had to lie down in the missionary position and embrace him as he pinned me down, unable to move.

“I’m going crazy. How can it be so tight no matter how much I fuck you?”

“Ha-eueut, ah...!”

“Keep it wrapped around me all night tonight. Won’t it loosen up a bit then?”

He, who had been panting roughly above me, finally grabbed my buttocks and spread them apart, ejaculating. The fruits of his excitement spread into my hot vagina, which had been pierced haphazardly until just now.

Due to the pleasure that had surged like a raging wave, my reason had long since melted away and flowed out. Even though we had run so breathlessly, the night was not yet over.

I let out a series of hot breaths and finally lost consciousness as if fainting.