FBS - 5

Returning to my bedroom, I released my pinned-up hair with a sigh. I couldn’t fathom how the day had passed. I tried my best not to dwell on the memories from the party, but the eyes of that lecherous man already floated in my mind like flotsam.

I slowly moved my feet towards the window.

One by one, the parked carriages began to move. Seeing people leave, it seemed the official schedule was over, and now the remaining guests intended to eat, drink, and enjoy themselves. Mother, who disliked noise, had likely already left.

I also called a maid to undo my cumbersome attire and stepped into the bathtub. The steaming hot water, rising in wisps, eased the layers of fatigue. Leaning against the tub’s edge and staring blankly ahead, the bath ended blandly under the maids’ ministrations.

Sitting on the vanity, I glanced at the table behind me reflected in the mirror. More precisely, at the ivory box neatly placed on the table.

‘...I have to return it.’

Barque’s gaze from today flashed in my mind. Eyes like those of a wolf lurking in a dark forest. The heated intensity that poured out from his narrowed eyes was by no means a sign that he had given up on me.

It was unbelievable how the man, who had been docile for several days, was now restless with his inability to pounce on me.

The reason I had left the dance floor as soon as the dance ended was also because his lustful gaze felt so blatant. It was incomparably hotter, more persistent, and more intense than anyone else’s. Barque was reckless and fearless. If, there, he had really lost his mind and done something to me...

A terrible outcome unfolded in my imagination, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Knock, knock.

The sound of someone knocking on my bedroom door came after a brief pause. I slowly lifted my eyelids and checked the table clock. The time was already an hour before midnight.

Upon my permission to enter, the door opened and the butler appeared. I widened my eyes at the unexpected visitor.

“Young lady. The mistress is looking for you.”

“Mother? At this hour?”

“Yes. Please come to her bedroom.”

I got up hesitantly and followed the butler. As soon as I left my bedroom, I realized I was too lightly dressed to encounter anyone, but it was too bothersome to get dressed again, so I remained silent. After all, I was just meeting Mother. With that thought, I hurried my steps.

The butler led me to a door that looked twice as large as my own bedroom door. It was only upon reaching this place that I realized this was my first time coming to Mother and the man’s bedroom. Suddenly, as if caught in a snare, my breath hitched, and I unnecessarily touched my neck.

“Please go in.”

The butler kindly opened the door and ushered me inside.

The door closed with a thud, and I cautiously stepped into the room. The dimly lit master bedroom was incredibly spacious, befitting the size of the door.

“Mother.”

The atmosphere of the dimly lit room was truly peculiar. The faint light had a distinctly reddish tinge, making it resemble a red-light district. Also, a sharp, pungent odor wafted repeatedly from somewhere.

“Mother?”

I busily searched for Mother, who had called for me. Knowing well that this was the bedroom she shared with Barque, I wanted to finish my business as quickly as possible and leave, but Mother was nowhere to be seen, making me feel uneasy.

Only the sound of my footsteps echoed in the room. But in this place where darkness had settled like dust everywhere, I somehow felt like I wasn’t alone. A presence that didn’t feel like Mother. Because if it were Mother, she would have shown herself to me by now.

The sense of danger grew with each precarious flicker of the reddish lamplight. It was then, as I was slowly moving my feet, that I reached the bedside.

“...!”

Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed, and I was thrown onto the bed.

“Wh-what is this, kyaa!”

The force that tightly gripped the back of my neck and slammed me onto the bed was truly shocking. My upper body was lying on the bed while my lower body was hanging off the edge, and I hastily raised my head. But before I could look around, something covered my eyes.

As soft as the blanket I had instinctively clutched, it was a black cloth. In this place where only a dim red glow existed, I couldn’t see anything through the cloth, unlike in a bright place.

My vision blocked, I felt a sudden fear. The hand lifting my skirt while I was lying face down fueled that fear. I felt my lower abdomen become exposed. My skirt was rolled up enough to reveal my buttocks.

Slap!

“Kyaa!”

A large palm resoundingly struck my buttocks. I was startled and my body shuddered. The palm traced the struck area as if checking for a mark, then slapped me several more times, smack! smack!

“Wh-who are you? Who, h-h, i-don’t...”

“Shut up.”

Shaking uncontrollably because I couldn’t control my body with my eyes covered, I soon felt a familiar voice land in my ear. Instantly recognizing the owner of the voice, I swallowed my breath. The approaching breath carried the unpleasant and pungent scent of a cheroot.

The other master of this bedroom, Barque, put my earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it before shamelessly inserting his sticky tongue into my ear canal and ravaging it. A chilling sensation, as if fine hairs were standing on end, made my eyelids flutter and I let out a ragged breath.

“So, what did you two do out there?”

“Y-yes...?”

He spat out the syllables as if chewing on them, and pulled down my underwear that was barely clinging to my waist. Perhaps because the night air directly touched my lower abdomen, I suddenly felt cold. Or maybe it was the anxiety of not knowing what this man would do to me...

“That bastard you happily linked arms with.”

I could easily tell that he was referring to Ergel.

“Did you two fornicate or something?”

“W-what are you saying? We didn’t do that. With Ergel... ugh!”

As if unable to bear the sound of another man’s name coming from my mouth, Barque pushed two thick fingers into my mouth. My tongue was pressed down, and my mucous membranes were scraped, making my throat instinctively tighten. He inserted and withdrew his fingers from my mouth as if thrusting, and then slapped my buttocks once more, smack!

“Ugh!”

“And I’ve been so nice to you, calling you pretty.”

“Uhn, ugh.”

“Dare you look away?”

“Uuhn, n-no, I d-didn’t, h-h...”

I wanted to say I didn’t, but it was impossible because his fingers were violently probing the inside of my mouth. Undigested saliva dripped down his greasy fingers.

“If you don’t listen even when I’m nice to you, I have no choice but to punish you.”

Suddenly withdrawing his fingers, he grabbed the back of my head and slammed it onto the bed. Then, as if truly scolding a child, he slapped my buttocks, smack! A hot sensation spread like embers over my fleshy buttocks. Even without looking, it was obvious they would be swollen red, shaped like handprints.

“How many times do you want to be hit? Tell me yourself.”

He asked, injecting hot breath into my ear. Gasping for breath, I rubbed my face against the sheet, struggling to breathe. My pupils, hidden by the black cloth, rolled around aimlessly.

Barque tightened his grip on the back of my head as if urging an answer. When the force became unbearably strong, my lips naturally parted.

“T-ten times.”

“Count them out loud, starting now.”

“H-hiss, ah.”

“If you don’t count properly, you’ll be hit out in the hallway, you hear?”

Even though I wanted to believe that would never happen, as always, the assumption of ‘surely not’ stubbornly clung to me. The man, who was unbelievably reckless, might really commit such a shameful act. If I were to go out into the hallway and be punished with my buttocks exposed like this...

Slap!

“Haaah! H-one...”

Before my mind could organize itself, a burning friction occurred. I had no choice but to utter the number immediately after the moan. For a while, only the sound of smacking and my labored counting echoed in the bedroom.

“Ah, nine. Hng.”

It was shameful and embarrassing. Suddenly being caught by my stepfather and being hit helplessly like a child with my skirt flipped up couldn’t be anything else. This would feel quite humiliating even if it were my own father doing it, let alone him, who wasn’t even related by blood.

This man always easily stirred up shameful emotions that I would never normally experience, like a tidal wave.

“Ye... Ah!”

Just as I was about to count to ten, he suddenly thrust his finger deep into my vagina. The entrance, which had been tightly sealed like a clam, opened against its will and greedily clamped down on his finger.

To my utter surprise, I realized then that I was slightly wet down there. As his thick-knuckled finger squirmed deeper, a squelching sound arose, a sound that could only be made if there was a pool of fluid.

“What’s with all this wetness? I was punishing you, so why are you wet? Do you have a fetish for getting turned on when you’re hit?”

My face flushed red at his mocking sneer.

His middle finger dug into me and stirred deeply. My shoulders trembled, and I barely managed to exhale the breath that had reached my chin. The rapture from the last time I had been with Barque slowly revived. That sweet and dizzying pleasure, as if every nerve in my body was exploding uncontrollably with a will of its own.

Barque pressed down hard on my back, preventing me from getting up, and thrust his fingers deep into my lower hole. His fingers, digging into my narrow inner walls, scratched all around as they went in and out, repeating the motion.

“Ahng, ungh, hss.”

“If you’re enjoying it so much that you’re about to come, then there’s no point in punishing you.”

He moved the fingers that had been gripping my neck roughly and rubbed my earlobe. His other hand was still busy digging into my open, deep well.

He pressed two fingers tightly together and teasingly wiggled them before spreading them wide apart. Even though I couldn’t see, I could tell what he was doing. He was watching the slick fluid that had pooled within me run down his fingers. It was beyond embarrassing to not only have my intimate area exposed but also to have him witness the wetness there.

“Haaht, ugh. Aah...”

The reason that had been clear even before entering this bedroom completely crumbled under his languid touch. At some point, I had squeezed my eyes shut, completely forgetting that my vision was blocked by the black cloth.

Furthermore, I was unknowingly swaying my hips in time with the speed and direction of his thrusts. I felt completely like a dog that automatically salivates at the sight of food.

But I couldn’t resist. Unable to escape his forceful power, I had to accept the violent pleasure as it was.

The pleasure that shattered my reason was frighteningly intoxicating. Barque knew very well where to touch me to elicit a sensitive reaction after just a few encounters. Unlike his skillful fingers that scratched and rubbed my inner walls, the climax approached slowly. It built up in layers, arousing me.

Finally, just before I reached my peak with a gasp.

He suddenly withdrew the fingers that had been greedily probing my depths. The fluid that his rough touch had drawn out, making me soaking wet below, overflowed with a whoosh. The fluid ran stubbornly down my thighs.

“Ah...!”

A sigh escaped my lips, filled with disappointment.

“I told you to count properly.”

Barque roughly pulled me up, having collapsed onto the bed himself. I swayed, unable to see, and he firmly grasped my waist.

“What did I say I would do if you didn’t count properly?”

“......”

The clarity that had briefly returned to my head, which had been clouded by the thrill, gradually sharpened, and I bit my lower lip. I knew too well what he would do, so it was no different from an act of defiance.

I could clearly feel Barque’s gaze fixed on my face. He grabbed my arm and then, indeed, tried to drag me towards the door. Panicked, I dug my heels into the floor and shook my head.

“N-no. No, not the hallway...!”

But Barque stubbornly pulled me without any response. I was genuinely panicked and resisted with eyes that had already become tearful. Even though he wouldn’t be able to see my eyes hidden by the black cloth, he thankfully stopped. He seemed to have heard my sobs.

“Please, please. Not in the hallway. Hng.”

“Were you wrong?”

“Yes, yes. I was wrong.”

Barque’s hand suddenly touched my cheek. He stroked the black cloth that covered up to my nose and then pulled me again. This time, it didn’t seem to be towards the door, so I obediently followed. Just like before, a strange posture was created where my upper body leaned against the bed and my buttocks were raised towards the sky.

“Count properly. I’m not generous enough to give you three chances.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Honestly, the more I look at you because you’re pretty, the more spoiled you become.”

He muttered in a displeased tone and then began to slap my buttocks again with his palm. Along with my swaying body, I barely held onto my fleeting consciousness and counted the numbers one by one.

One, two, three, four... My voice was filled with sobs. Following my shaking body, I felt something slick flowing from my soaked lower region. I knew that Barque would clearly see that scene, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Ah, nine.”

“......”

“T-ten...!”

This time, before I could even feel relieved that I had counted to ten.

I felt something hot and blunt being rubbed against my vagina. I realized it was the head of the man’s cock around the time it had already forced open my narrow entrance and was halfway inside.

“Haaah!”

With a single thrust of his hips, he drove himself so deep that his testicles slammed against my perineum. The thick root, crushing and digging into my moist labia and filling my inner walls tightly, overwhelmed me in an instant. As it filled me up so much that my lower abdomen felt bloated, I unknowingly clenched down below.

Barque’s broad chest pressed down on my back. As our upper bodies stuck together, the coupling also became more viscous. He rubbed his testicles against my buttocks and slipped his hand towards my chest that was touching the sheet. Annoyed by the thought of unbuttoning, he simply ripped apart my thin dress, throwing the tattered fabric anywhere.

“Why did you take off that dress from earlier? Haah, I wanted to fuck you while you were wearing it.”

“Uhn, ah, aah...!”

“Silvian has a good eye. I couldn’t see anyone but you there.”

Even in this situation, this ruthless man mentioned my mother as if it were nothing. His softly praising tone made him seem like a devoted husband to my mother, but his attitude of forcefully thrusting his cock into his stepdaughter’s narrow vaginal walls was nothing but boorish.

“If that red dress of yours was smeared with my semen, there couldn’t have been anything more beautiful...”

Barque muttered with rough breaths, as if he was getting excited just by imagining it. Whether he did or not, I was too busy trying to get used to the cock that had ruthlessly pierced my lower region. Barque, kneeling, thrust his hips up and down. His thighs hitting my buttocks were so hard, they felt like bricks.

With each deep thrust, I thrashed like a fish caught on a harpoon. He spread my pressed thighs further apart and smoothly bounced his pelvis. Without stopping his hip movements, he rested his chin on my shoulder and chewed on my earlobe.

“Ah, ah, aah!”

Seemingly calm, the heat of our intertwined bodies that spread languidly was intense. Beyond my darkly obscured vision, a blurry red light flickered. Being laid bare like this to the man in an atmosphere like a red-light district made me feel like a cheap prostitute.

“That dress of yours, the way you looked in it, haah. Only I should have seen it.”

Barque, who had been slamming his hip bones hard enough to bruise my buttocks, suddenly seemed to become irritated and lowered his voice to mutter.

“You ran away at a damn good time. If you had been just a little later, I would have ripped your clothes off right there and spread your legs.”

Even amidst the shaking, his heavy voice pierced my mind.

Just as I thought. It wasn’t just my imagination. The lustful gaze I had felt all over my body while standing on the dance floor. The owner of that gaze, my stepfather, was in a state of desperate arousal, unable to possess me.

“Haaheung, ungh, ah!”

Even though I had avoided being violated in front of others, I couldn’t avoid this secret act with him in the end.

Why hadn’t I suspected anything? Suddenly, the butler who had led me here came to mind. He would have only been following Barque’s orders. It was a fact I didn’t need to hear to know that the butler of this mansion would prioritize him over me.

More than that, as I thought of the butler, I also remembered where this place was.

“Heok, ah, no, ahng, aheut...!”

This was none other than the man and Mother’s bedroom. A space where the married couple secretly shared their love away from the eyes of others. The bed I was leaning on, unable to support myself, was probably the one they used together.

But now, it wasn’t Mother being fucked by the man on the bed, it was me. The strength in my hand that clutched the sheet desperately made my knuckles turn stark white.

As I shook my head wildly in resistance, he clicked his tongue with a ‘tsk’ and then tried to oppress me with even more violent thrusting. He slammed into me so hard that the sound of slapping echoed endlessly between our colliding and separating bodies. My swaying entire body made my core shake violently.

“Ahng, ah, aht, hss, no, I don’t want to...!”

As my resistance continued, Barque, displeased, suddenly rose. Since he was still holding my waist, my body was also lifted. He threw me completely onto the bed, then mounted my prone form and spread my buttocks apart. An unmistakably blatant gaze landed on my cleft.

“A girl who says she hates it, yet her pussy is this wet?”

“Hss, haahss.”

“A virtuous young lady indeed.”

He sneered and reproached me, then thrust his cock back into my wet opening. This time, the feeling of it being inserted straight in, vertically, made me stop breathing and curl my toes. He roughly kneaded my plump buttocks and began to thrust strongly from above.

“Ahaht, ah, ah, uht, euheuheung...!”

Each time the thick, hard flesh dug deep inside, I had a chilling illusion that even the shape of my inner walls was changing. That’s how big his was, and my inside chewed on it deliciously.

Barque let out a series of hot breaths like a beast and slapped my buttocks, smack!

“Hss!”

The sensation that spread hotly was no longer easily seen as pain. My insides tightened as if a whirlwind was raging within, and the muscles on my inner thighs trembled as if convulsing. It was a reaction completely dyed in pleasure.

“Even your buttocks are cute, at least.”

“Hss, ah! Aht, aht, euheung!”

He caressed my buttocks as if wanting to bite them, then suddenly lifted my waist. On all fours on the bed like a dog, my body repeatedly swayed from the force of his rough thrusts from behind.

Eventually, my upper body couldn’t hold out and slid forward completely. I had to receive his cock with only my lower body raised as he held onto me. My entire body shook, and my stiffened nipples were rubbed haphazardly against the sheet. Barque suddenly reached down and grabbed my swaying breasts, kneading them roughly.

“Hss, haah.”

My nipples were pinched and rubbed between his two fingers. He teased my breasts, pulling down on them as if pinching, while digging into my depths with a viciously deep penetration. Each time he thrust so deeply as to graze my cervix, every pore on my body seemed to contract sensitively.

“I want to cum on your breasts.”

He suddenly spoke, scratching the sharply erect peak with his fingernails. At the same time as his hand was withdrawn, my body had already turned and I was lying on my back, looking at the ceiling.

I felt his massive frame climb over my waist. Thanks to the dim light seeping from the nightstand, a secret silhouette was visible above the black cloth. It was the form of a man, solid with muscle.

“Heueung...”

Something stiff and wet touched and rubbed against my chest. I couldn’t see it clearly, but I vaguely sensed it was the cock that had just brutally crushed the inside of my vagina.

“Gather your breasts a bit.”

He suddenly blurted out, jabbing my erect nipples with his wet glans, which was covered in vaginal and pre-ejaculatory fluid. What other outrageous thing was he planning to do? As a reflexive anxiety bloomed, I squirmed, and he, frustrated, directly took my hands and placed them on my breasts.

Hesitation welled up, but with the man sitting on top of me, there was no way to escape. I also had no intention of provoking the man in another way and ending up in a bad situation. I had no choice but to gather my slightly spread breasts towards his cock. I felt something being buried in the soft flesh.

Then, a sigh that seemed to sink from above reached my ears.

“A magnificent view.”

An embarrassingly blatant gaze seemed to sweep over my breasts. Barque moved his hips in that state. As if thrusting into me, he moved back and forth between my breasts, using them as a hole, and occasionally pinched my nipples. Continuing his languid piston-like movements, he then leaned forward a little more.

I instinctively frowned at the salty tip that poked my lips. Then, Barque made a growling sound. With a feeling of resignation, I slightly opened my mouth, and his sticky glans dug into my mouth.

“Just stick out your tongue and suck.”

Following his instructions, I slightly extended my tongue and licked it. The salty taste that touched my taste buds stained my entire mouth. I licked it with my tongue, trying my best to caress it. I focused on rubbing the open middle, using my tongue to stir the urethral opening as if digging it out.

Barque’s heavy breathing fell thickly above my face. Hearing the languidly sinking sound, it seemed he liked my oral work.

Soon, Barque pulled his cock back and let out a suppressed groan, “Khut, haah.” I could very faintly see him gripping and kneading his pulsating cock above the black cloth. Before long, I felt hot, wet fluid being ejaculated onto my breasts.

He let out a deep breath, as if lost in the afterglow, then generously scooped up the thick semen and drew it across my cheek. The sensation of the sticky substance being smeared was indescribably subtle.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to cum all over your face.”

“...Heu.”

As I twisted my face at the unpleasant sensation, the black cloth covering my eyes shifted. Lifting slightly, I could see down to Barque’s neck. His bare, solid chest, now exposed, was alluring enough to captivate any woman’s heart.

The observation didn’t last long. He neatly lowered the black cloth again. My vision was frustratingly blocked once more. Furthermore, after properly laying me down and lifting both my legs, he rubbed his stiff cock against my vagina again, even though he had already come once.

What I learned from wearing this cloth was that when I couldn’t see, my other senses became excessively sensitive. The fact that I couldn’t see Barque clearly from earlier made me focus on the sounds he made, and that was the proof.

It wasn’t just applied to other people’s actions. My own body, which had become acutely aroused, also had sharply honed senses. That is to say, pleasure came to me more raw than usual.

His cock, which had been rubbing with a squelching sound, entered my wet interior effortlessly.

“Haaheung...!”

The phallus that stirred my still-hot lower hole was greedy. Barque wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. Although I couldn’t see his face through the cloth, I could almost picture what kind of expression he would be making.

Chup. Chup. The connected cock remained still, and only our tongues intertwined. At his actions of sucking and biting my tongue so hard that the root felt numb, a groan slipped from my lips. I could feel very well that Barque’s touching lips were forming an arc as they parted.

It was then.

I heard a sound like a door clicking open.

Now, with my vision blocked and my other senses unusually heightened. Sensing the movement, I was startled and shrank back.

“Ah, haah, Ba, just now...!”

Only then did the fact that this was the man and Mother’s bedroom, a fact I resented forgetting until now, come to mind. It was already deep into the night. So, if she had just gone out for a moment and was now returning to go to bed...?

“A sound, a sound. I heard a sound.”

“What sound?”

Barque, annoyed by my pushing him away, bit my neck as he asked. Unable to see, I felt like I was pinned under a large beast. I was in a panic and couldn’t continue any action for a while.

If Mother had entered the bedroom a moment ago, and was seeing me and her husband embracing like this, even connected by our genitals...?

An uncontrollable sensation consumed me. A moment of fear unleashed a power incomparable to before. I forcefully pushed Barque away and quickly turned my body. The cock that had been deeply inserted came out with a ‘plop,’ and I felt the emptiness in my lower hole, but I had no余裕 to care about him.

While groping to crawl off the bed. Something grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. Being dragged while blindfolded was more chilling than I could have imagined. Sliding roughly across the sheets, the place I reached was the man’s arms, as terrifying as a recurring nightmare.

“Where do you think you’re going when I haven’t even properly fucked you?”

“Lord Barque! St-stop. Ah, aht...!”

He grabbed my calf to prevent me from escaping and tried to insert himself again. My ripened and empty, throbbing hole welcomed the incoming thickness, swallowing it greedily. As I scratched at the sheets, trying to get away, Barque eventually bound both my hands, tying them tightly with something. The lingering memory of our brutal first night together made my heart sink bleakly.

“You have to listen to your father, carefully.”

He pinned my wrists above my head and thrust his cock up so forcefully that my words were cut off. The rough cock scraped against my insides, and a dizzying heat pooled in my abdomen.

“Aht, ungh!”

“Didn’t you learn this when you were little?”

He sneered and whispered, then smoothly rocked his pelvis.

He wasn’t even my real father, and he didn’t know anything about me when I was little, so his words were closer to mockery than sincerity. But the problem was that I didn’t have the presence of mind to argue with him.

I definitely heard something. Like the sound of a doorknob turning. If that was true, then someone had entered this bedroom. And if that happened, wouldn’t it be the same as being caught in the act with my stepfather?

Realizing that I couldn’t fully concentrate on the sex, Barque suddenly hugged my waist and lifted me. Facing him, I straddled his thigh, which was as hard as a rock. As his cock pushed deep inside, nudging my cervix, my mind involuntarily went blank.

“Hss, haht, ah, just now, the, the sound...!”

“What sound?”

He chuckled softly, holding my waist and forcing the act upon me as he pleased. That chuckle was truly unsettling. A worry, like a fog, crept in – could this man have really called Mother to this place where he was ravishing me?

Only now did I have a strong urge to immediately remove the black cloth. If Mother was truly witnessing this bizarre sex scene, then it was no time to consider Barque’s feelings.

However, with both hands tightly bound and wrapped around his neck, it wasn’t easy. In fact, just trying to maintain my sanity against this thing pounding into my vaginal walls was a struggle.

“Mo, Mother. Mother came into the bedroom...”

“Who knows.”

His amusement deepened at my anxious appearance. That only fueled my concern further. Barque sucked on my nipple and continued his actions nonchalantly. Unlike my chaotic mind, my body sweetly drank in the pleasure he gave, and my thighs had long since become slickly wet against his.

Still, the reason that had been sharpened by a sense of dread was not easily relinquished.

“Why, are you worried?”

Barque mumbled, chewing on my earlobe before releasing it. I nodded my head quickly. Then, he muttered in a cold tone, different from his previous languid one.

“See? You should have come and snuggled up to me earlier.”

“Heuk, ah, aah...!”

“I was going to wait patiently until you chose me yourself. It’s not like I didn’t know your instincts.”

He slapped my buttocks with a sharp sound and then nipped at my neck hard enough to hurt.

“Yet you dared to hold another bastard’s hand?”

“Ha, aheung, aht...!”

“Being lenient because you’re pretty is enough with you taking me and then slyly turning away once. I’m not a fool who’d be lenient twice. Not me.”

Barque slipped his hand between my legs and began to rub my clit. There was no way I could remain unmoved by the touch that targeted the most sensitive erogenous zone for a woman. I buried my forehead in his shoulder and gasped for breath.

“You dressed up so prettily today and didn’t even wear the gift I gave you.”

Barque lifted my limp arm and gnawed on my wrist, as if to leave a mark of congestion in place of the bracelet I hadn’t worn.

Completely exhausted, I straightened up abruptly at the sound that came again from the bedroom door. This time, it was a little clearer than before. My whole body froze, and a sharp fear shot down my spine.

“The, the sound, it definitely...”

“Who knows. Maybe Silvian is watching from far away.”

I was dumbfounded and trembled at his words, spoken with a hint of laughter. I didn’t know if it was Mother. But one thing was certain: there was a presence at the far end. And this was a space that no one could easily enter unless they were the married couple. Those facts were enough to stain my mind black.

“Say you were wrong.”

Barque held my waist and rocked me up and down, continuing his piston-like movements as he spoke coldly.

“Heuk...!”

“Tell me you wanted to come to me and spread your legs, that you wanted to be fucked.”

With a pale face, I shook my head urgently. That wasn’t true. I had hoped for this relationship to end, I never wanted to continue it with him.

...Really?

Was that really it?

You’ve turned your back on the mother who has cared for you your whole life, and you’ve never once thought about becoming this man’s lover and rolling around wantonly on the bed?

Didn’t you feel even a little jealous watching the two of them standing side by side at the party? Weren’t you jealous of Mother, not him?

My instincts endlessly urged me. Still, the reason awakened by the presence remained, and I could only repeatedly shake my head. As long as that presence was clearly there, I could never be honest.

At my stubbornness, Barque let out a ridiculous snort and then suddenly lifted me.

“Aahng!”

As my body lurched downwards, the cock inside me dug in as if piercing my intestines, and a sharp cry escaped my lips. He held me tightly again and began to walk away from the bed, towards somewhere. Realizing it was towards the presence, my heart sank.

“I’m, I’m sorry, ungh, I’m sorry!”

The movement of the cock pounding inside me, as if following his violent nature, was ominous. Because of that, I half-moaned and hastily dragged out what he wanted me to say. He, who had been walking as calmly as if he didn’t have a cock stuck inside my tight vagina, thankfully paused.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”

I hugged Barque’s neck and repeatedly poured out apologies. I didn’t even know what I was apologizing for. Right now, my only thought was to stop him from approaching the presence.

He stood there for a moment without any reaction, as if pondering. Feeling anxious for no reason, I voluntarily kissed his lips and rubbed my face against his neck, acting coquettishly. Finally, with a deep sigh as if he couldn’t help it, he lowered me back onto the bed.

“Were you wrong?”

“Yes, heuk, yes...”

“Tell me what you did wrong.”

“Ah, Father, heuk, gave... for not wearing the bracelet.”

“Again.”

I rolled my wet eyes hidden by the cloth and quickly thought of something to say.

“Making you wait, heueu, hah, for doing that...”

“That’s right. Again.”

“...For going to another man...”

The bold act I had committed to get away from Barque had ultimately returned as a tool to ensnare me. Was it impossible to escape this man? At this point, it wasn’t unreasonable to think so.

Lost in thought, I felt something approach my face. Barque’s thick tongue licked my lower lip thickly. Our breaths mingled too closely.

“You wanted to be fucked by me.”

“......”

“You wanted to be pinned beneath me, crying, no matter who your mother is, didn’t you?”

He swiped his tongue between my lips as if urging an answer. Even though it felt like it could slip in and penetrate at any moment, the act of only licking my lips as if testing the waters somehow made my heart impatient. Maybe it was because the cock inside me hadn’t moved at all since earlier.

“......Yes.”

Today, too, I had endured and endured, but in the end, I collapsed. At my subdued answer, Barque immediately shoved his tongue into my mouth. It was a ferocious kiss, incomparable to his thrusting. As I gasped for breath, he pushed his own breath into me and gripped my inner thighs. His slickly wet cock began to move in and out again.

“Just one more time.”

“Hss, ahng!”

“If you play with me, you’ll really get punished in front of your own mother, you hear?”

Those words were like a kind of answer. That the presence standing blankly over there watching us wasn’t Mother’s. Thinking about it now, it couldn’t have been Mother. If it were her, she wouldn’t have stood there like a stone statue. She would have felt betrayed and let out a shocked cry, whether to me or to the man.

Then who is over there...?

My question became increasingly blurred by the thrusting that grabbed my buttocks and began to smoothly push his cock back in.

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The act ended around the time the passionately burning lamps had been extinguished one by one, finally soaking the room in darkness. Drenched in sweat, I lay sprawled on the bed, breathing raggedly. My entire body, where he had bitten and sucked, was sore and numb. Moreover, the area between my legs, completely wet with a fluid I didn’t know whose it was, was uncomfortably sticky beyond measure.

Nevertheless, I had no strength to even lift a finger, so I just lay there. If I hadn’t known that Mother wasn’t coming here, I would have gotten up no matter what, even if it meant breaking a bone somewhere.

<Silvian is sleeping in another bedroom, so focus on me.>

Barque, increasingly frustrated by my anxiety about Mother possibly entering at any moment throughout the night, finally explained with a strong hint of annoyance. Only then did I realize that this man had once again dragged me into a pit of schemes. From the beginning, Mother had no reason to come here.

The black cloth still hadn’t disappeared, so my vision was dark. Blindfolded, I clung to him endlessly, crying out. My throat felt raw from the cries I had let out all night.

Suddenly, I felt a hand grasp my chin and lift it. Exhausted, I lay still and obediently followed the touch. Something soft overlapped my lips, and lukewarm water flowed in. Along with the trickling liquid, a sticky tongue also entered. He stirred my mouth gently, urging me to swallow the water.

Only after I swallowed the water with a gulp did his lips part from mine. Barque pressed his lips against my eyelids covered by the black cloth, then finally untied it. Although it had been dark for a long time, the entire bedroom was still endlessly black, so there was nothing to make me frown.

Exhausted and limp, I stared blankly at the ceiling. I was amused at myself for thinking I had finished the day well after the party. Compared to the night’s affair where I had once again rolled around with Barque, what I had experienced at the party was no hardship at all.

Suddenly, I saw a shadow flickering outside the curtains.

Startled by the sudden presence, I couldn’t even think of pulling the blanket over myself and stiffened. Barque was calm. As he drew back the curtains, the butler who had led me here appeared.

I was so surprised that my tongue felt stiff and wouldn’t move properly. But the butler didn’t seem very surprised to see Barque and me in bed together, almost naked. With a face that was utterly indifferent, as if he already knew, he simply handed something to Barque politely.

Only after the curtains closed again did I regain my senses and cover my mouth with my hand.

“Just now, the, the butler...”

Barque, regardless of my surprise, was calmly opening the box. So I didn’t even realize that the box was the ivory box that had been in my bedroom. Grabbing his arm, I spoke urgently, while he remained as calm as if nothing had happened, wondering what he was thinking.

“The butler saw us. What do we do now...!”

“Calm down. He was here earlier when we were having sex too.”

“...What did you say?”

Whether I was dumbfounded or not, he calmly took my hand and fastened something on my wrist. Only then did I realize it was the bracelet the man had given me as a gift. Wearing it for the first time since receiving it, it felt like a shackle. Despite its light weight, it felt heavy, as if a weight was attached.

Watching Barque fasten the bracelet with unexpected delicacy, I belatedly realized. The owner of the presence I had kept feeling during our encounter was the butler.

He had completely played with me. Making me feel as if it was Mother’s presence, driving me to my limit, and finally making me, blinded by the immediate sense of crisis rather than guilt, choose him.

In the end, I had voluntarily walked into the swamp that would engulf me.

Stupid Rosen. Dull-witted Rosen.

I was suffocated by his eagerness to ensnare me. But the clear memory of his rough hands handling me before made me unable to push him away. This man, I guessed, was capable of becoming even more cruel and merciless than before.

“Don’t go around without wearing this from now on.”

He lifted my wrist and kissed the skin beneath the bracelet. His handsome face looked just like a pure knight dedicating his life to a princess. But I now knew that was a ridiculous fantasy.

“And starting tomorrow night, you’ll come to this bedroom every night.”

Barque, sitting naked on the bed, said casually while smoking a cigar. Rather, I, who heard those words, froze stiffly as if a sheet of ice had been thrown over me.

“...Pardon?”

“Sleep here.”

That ‘sleep here’ certainly didn’t mean a peaceful night.

More than that, what on earth was he talking about? Flustered, I sat up abruptly. Clutching the blanket that slid over my body covered in marks, I shook my head.

“H-how can I do that? Mother is here too...”

“Silvian is using another bedroom.”

“...You two. You’re saying you’re sleeping in separate rooms?”

Thick smoke flowed from between his lips as he put the cigar in and then took it out. Barque stared blankly at my bewildered face before nodding.

I was surprised by the returned confirmation and grabbed his arm.

“Why? Surely, surely you didn’t say anything to Mother...”

He looked into my eyes, which had fallen into a pit of anxiety, and chuckled. Placing the cigar between his straight fingers, he leaned his upper body towards me. A sharp, stinging scent pricked my nose.

“You’re quite amusing to watch, you know.”

“......”

“After rolling around with me so much here, you’re worried about that now?”

“......”

“You act like a harlot when we’re having sex, and then you become the most devoted daughter in the world when it’s over.”

His casually thrown words were like a huge boulder to me. Creating a massive wave in the calm lake of my heart. What surfaced with a splash, revealing its presence, was a clear sense of guilt. I was pathetic for constantly giving in to the man and sleeping with him, regretting it, and then sleeping with him again and regretting it again.

Barque stared blankly at my increasingly gloomy face before slowly putting the cigar in his mouth. He took a deep drag, then exhaled with the smoke, saying monotonously,

“Silvian wanted it.”

The strength in my hand that gripped the blanket momentarily loosened. It was a completely unexpected answer. Separate rooms, Mother wanted to use them? Why? She didn’t seem to have any major complaints about the marriage. So I had naturally thought she would share the same bedroom as Barque. Why... why? My mind instantly became a tangled mess.

In the tangle of thoughts, a single assumption suddenly surfaced.

‘Mother... doesn’t she like this man very much?’

If she did, she wouldn’t have wanted separate rooms.

Maybe Barque is lying to me. It’s an assumption I can’t rule out. He wants to continue his relationship with me at all costs, so maybe he plotted behind the scenes.

But even if I wanted to confirm it, I couldn’t. The issue of a married couple’s bedroom was a forbidden area I couldn’t rashly pry into.

More than anything, topics related to Barque were burdensome to bring up easily, for fear that a hideous and obsessive truth might be revealed. My guilt, as if instinctively afraid, was always quick to take a step back.

Even so, I felt a subtle emotion spreading little by little in a corner of my heart. The moment I realized what it indicated, a feeling of self-loathing festered and welled up like pus.

That was, that was elation.

Crazy, Rosen. To feel joy at the possibility that Mother might not like this man.

Now, there was no denying it. When Mother and my stepfather were together, it was so obvious and clear whom I was jealous of that it was laughable to deny it.

My sinful love for my stepfather was still springing forth in that place.