FBS - 6

One day in that interstice between autumn and winter.

The garden of the Estellan baronetcy was preparing to greet the approaching winter with its own unique changes. The luxuriant flower buds, as if shivering from the gradually lowering temperature, curled their petals inwards, and the tree branches dried out, as if their moisture was being stolen by the cold wind.

Having passed the verdant greenery of ripe summer, and the red and yellow hues of autumn, now winter, slowly encompassing the world in shades of grey-green and white, was approaching. I felt the change keenly today in the cold weather and tightly fastened the cape around my shoulders.

“Winter will be here soon.”

Mother, sitting across from me, moved her lips as if she had read my mind. I glanced around the garden, which felt desolate rather than refreshing, and nodded.

“Yes, it will.”

Taking a sip of her tea, Mother’s eyes widened at the subdued tone of my voice.

“Oh my. Rosen. What’s wrong with your voice?”

The voice she pointed out was hoarse, as if I had been screaming all night. Rough and not smooth enough to evoke the image of sandpaper, it remained the same no matter how many times I tried to clear it.

“Aren’t you catching a cold from the change of seasons? Looking closely, your complexion doesn’t seem very good either.”

I drank the warm tea, trying to soothe my abused vocal cords, which felt terribly raw. But I had a strong feeling that my voice wouldn’t return today. More than anything, even if it did return now, it was obvious that it would become hoarse again tonight.

And the pallor she pointed out in succession was proof that I hadn’t slept properly. Having been constantly held, rolled around, and pressed down by large hands all night, there was no way I could have had time to sleep.

“I’ll tell the family doctor, so make sure you get a check-up.”

Mother showed her worried eyes without reservation, as if I had already fallen ill in bed. The hand that cupped and stroked my cheek was the only warm thing in this garden filled with a desolate air. I rubbed my face against her palm and quietly looked at Mother.

Mother, as if proving her once-renowned beauty, was still fair and lovely. Even when I had secretly stolen glances at her at the previous party, the impression of her pure and beautiful appearance had not easily faded. Thinking of Mother all dressed up, I also remembered the man who had stood steadfastly beside her.

I closed my eyes deeply and then opened them.

The image of my stepfather standing beside Mother momentarily morphed into the sight of him above me, making strange noises with a lecherous look in his eyes. It went without saying that, at least to me, the latter image was more familiar than the former.

Especially lately, because of the time I was being tormented...

“How is it living here? Isn’t it uncomfortable?”

Mother asked, withdrawing her hand that had been placed on my cheek. Her solicitous tone clearly showed her willingness to remove any discomfort I might have. I was an inconvenient burden that came along with Mother’s new beginning. So there was no need for her to worry about me at all, yet Mother was consistently kind.

Unaware that this only heightened my guilt even more.

“Yes. It’s fine. Everything... is fine.”

I suddenly wondered what kind of reaction my stepfather would have if he heard this answer. Would he cast a piercing gaze, as he did on any other night, to see through my true feelings? Or would he already have discerned the lie and hold a frosty sneer on his lips?

From some point on, the time I spent with Mother, the conversations I had with her, all concluded with thoughts of my stepfather. It was truly terrible.

“That’s a relief.”

The worried look faded, replaced by relief in Mother’s eyes. I couldn’t bear to meet her gaze steadily. If I kept looking at Mother, I felt like questions I couldn’t bring myself to utter would spill out.

‘Why do you and Father sleep in separate rooms? Don’t you love Father? Or, aren’t you even trying to love him?’

...Questions that would clearly become a noose to snare my own feet if I dared to utter them myself.

No, no.

Actually, it was my own genuine desire for Mother’s affirmation that felt disgusting.

My uneasy feelings towards my stepfather still lingered uncomfortably, and I wanted Mother not to love him. The hot elation that had spread through my heart when I thought that might be the case. It remained in my heart as clearly as guilt, forming like a bruise. That’s why my chest ached whenever I thought about it, as if pressing on a black and blue mark.

That innocent joy was the weight of atonement I had to bear.

“What about you, Mother?”

I asked, pretending not to know my own inner thoughts.

“Are you... alright? With this marriage.”

I expressed it vaguely, unable to bring myself to delve into my relationship with my stepfather. The lingering scent of the night kept clouding my mind. My secret acts with the man had begun to interfere even with the precious time I spent alone with Mother. If he had touched me for this purpose, it was having a truly successful effect.

“Of course, I’m fine.”

Just as I had asked vaguely, Mother also gave a vague answer. Fine, she said, just fine. I wondered if she would add anything more, but Mother punctuated the sentence by taking another sip of her tea.

Are you really alright?

Even if I’m secretly sleeping with your husband? Even if your husband is lusting after me? Even if you were to find out about everything we do every night...?

Once, I had a dream where I confessed everything to Mother. In that situation, I was a cowardly victim. My stepfather had touched me even before the marriage, and now he’s even sleeping with me, using Mother as an excuse. Every night, in the bedroom Mother vacates, we have sex.

When Mother finally heard all the facts.

She had a shocked expression, as if she had been struck on the back of the head. And, and... for my sake, she eventually gave up on this marriage.

The dream was as vivid as reality. Perhaps even if the dream actually happened, it wouldn’t be much different from that. Barque and Mother’s marriage would fall apart beautifully, and Mother and I would return to the marquisate. I hadn’t known when I lived in that hellish place, but now that I was out, I hesitated to go back.

Above all, it was clear that Grandfather’s anger would pierce the sky this time.

Whenever he talked to me, he would tap the floor with his cane as if barely able to contain his resentment towards me. Grandfather wasn’t here, but that sound echoed in my ears like an auditory hallucination. My heart shrank at the thought of his frosty gaze becoming flushed with anger.

When that fear of Grandfather filled my head to the brim.

The words I couldn’t bring myself to utter still vanished into the back of my throat today. Because all the words that would come out of my mouth were impure, enough to ruin the marriage.

Therefore, another firm lock was simply placed on my lips today as well.

“Oh, right. I heard there’s a young nobleman you’ve been getting close to lately.”

Mother suddenly changed the subject.

I fiddled with the handle of my teacup and then nodded. It wasn’t as unwelcome a topic as the one about my stepfather, but it wasn’t exactly pleasant either.

The person Mother mentioned was none other than Ergel. Ergel Groffen. The man who had effortlessly brought me, who was desperately trying to hide, to the party.

My first impression had been truly the worst.

His sudden confession, his audacity to persistently push forward despite my repeated rejections. I thought he was someone I couldn’t handle. But Ergel, who occasionally visited the mansion under the pretense of being a friend, was definitely too precious a person to dismiss as bad based solely on my first impression.

When he first came, he was a guest and the young lord of a marquisate, so I couldn’t treat him poorly and had to greet him with reluctant politeness. But as time went by, the time I spent with Ergel didn’t feel so bad.

As it turned out, Ergel, who was the same age as me, knew a great deal more than I did, who had grown up uneducated, and he also traveled frequently, so the stories he told were very diverse. Now, I even looked forward to the news he would bring, which said it all.

Above all, I liked his attitude of resolutely hiding his true feelings, knowing that I was uncomfortable, and not forcing his emotions on me.

“Was he the young lord of the Groffen Marquisate?”

“Yes, that’s right. Ergel Groffen.”

“The young lord we saw at the party last time, wasn’t it? He was very affable and well-mannered.”

Mother said, rolling her eyes, as if reminiscing about their meeting at the party.

I couldn’t help but agree. Unlike me, who would always be awkward in front of anyone, Ergel was adept at displaying a smooth attitude even before adults. Come to think of it, when he appeared before me, he had readily continued the conversation despite my defensive stance. Seeing that, he seemed like the type who was naturally at ease.

“You’ve grown up so much already, our daughter.”

“Pardon?”

I tilted my head, suddenly not understanding what Mother meant. But Mother only smiled with her eyes and sipped her tea without adding any explanation.

A beat later, realizing her meaning, I hastily waved my hand.

“N-no. Ergel and I aren’t like that. Mother.”

“Aren’t you?”

“He’s a friend. Just, just a friend...”

Mother seemed to think that Ergel and I were having the kind of romantic interaction common between men and women. While vehemently denying it, I recalled Ergel’s words to ‘start as friends.’

Certainly, I had no feelings for him, but he still seemed to have feelings for me. That was evident from the fact that he visited the mansion once a week without fail, even though it must have been bothersome.

Moreover, every time he came, he brought so many sweets that the day he visited was practically like eating a month’s worth of sugary treats. Perhaps Ergel’s intention was to make the time he spent with me feel sweet.

“Rosen, dear, Mother won’t mind too much who you meet. However, as I’ve always said, I hope you choose someone you love.”

Her sincere advice to me was a detailed reminder of what she had gone through. It was advice that only she, who had once been blinded by love and disregarded status and everything else, could give. Even if that relationship hadn’t reached a warm and comforting conclusion, she didn’t seem to have any regrets about that love.

So perhaps that’s why she was saying these things to me.

‘Someone you love.’

Unfortunately, the person who came to my mind wasn’t Ergel, the subject of the conversation, but a man as black as a winter night. A wolf-like man with eyes bluer and more unfathomable than the darkness under the evergreens.

If I were to choose the man I loved, the precarious peace I had now, as fragile as a glass floor, would shatter. It would break into countless pieces, and those fragments would become weapons sharp enough to pierce everyone. Actually, the others didn’t matter at all. I was most worried about Mother getting hurt by those shards. So, I couldn’t bring myself to look at that miserable outcome.

“...Ergel is coming tomorrow, so if you’re alright with it, let’s meet him together, Mother.”

In the end, I had no choice but to resort to the reckless tactic of making Mother hope that Ergel and I were like that. I desperately wanted my and Barque’s perverse relationship to remain absolutely hidden.

If things went this way, the relationship would become twisted beyond repair, and it would be uncontrollable when the filthy truth was revealed later, but I had no other way. The desire to not hurt Mother at all paralyzed my thought process.

The fragments of peace that were cracking and grinding inside me were already scratching at my insides painfully.

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The bed I lay on was soft, as if signifying a nest prepared for the two people’s new beginning.

And it was clearly not a place prepared for me. That’s why my limbs felt uncomfortable, as if I were wearing ill-fitting clothes. But I had to lie there helplessly, naked, and spread my legs for my stepfather.

I wore nothing, but on my wrist, the bracelet, like a shackle, glittered brilliantly. The attitude of letting me take off my clothes but not this was in poor taste. Every time I twitched, the orange sapphires densely set in the bracelet shook, emitting a dazzling array of colors.

My unfocused pupils were dimly gazing at one corner of the bedroom.

A lapping sound came from between my legs, which were wide open and held by the man. His tongue, meticulously licking my labia, which were slick and glistening with fluid, as if a kitten were grooming its fur, made my toes curl and uncurl repeatedly.

“Heueu...”

The moans escaping my lips were also gradually changing into a more languid tone. Occasionally, when the man bit the soft mound with his teeth, an unbearable current, as if electricity, flowed through my veins, making them tingle.

“Eum, haah.”

As I, who had been lying still as if limp, slowly began to twist my hips, I felt a soft chuckle spread over my vulva. He parted my labia, which were closed like a clam, with his fingers and plunged his tongue deep into the pool of fluid.

“Heueuheung.”

Finally, a languid cry escaped my lips, and my back arched in a curve. My stepfather’s rough hands, calloused as befitting someone who professionally wielded a sword, spread my buttocks apart.

He inserted his slippery tongue and gently rubbed the inside as if soothing it, then, as if regretting the helplessly flowing arousal fluid, suddenly moved down to my perineum and licked it long and deeply. I covered my lips with the back of my hand and repeatedly clenched and unclenched the stimulated hole. My inner thighs tightened, trembling sweetly.

I stubbornly looked to the side, not wanting to see the scene of my stepfather’s face buried between my legs. However, the moment he scratched my clit with his teeth, a cry escaped my lips, and my head was already facing downwards.

I could see black hair tickling my white, slender thighs. It shook repeatedly, leaving fine afterimages as if branding my body. The skin on my thighs where it brushed felt ticklish, but the sensation of him digging inside me was so intense that I had no time to pay attention to it.

He pursed his lips and sucked firmly on my hard, erect clit. The origin of pleasure being touched was dizzying enough to make it difficult to regain my senses no matter how many times it happened.

I twisted my legs and writhed on the sheet. But this was a resistance that would never work in front of the man who commanded the imperial army. To him, it would probably feel like a cute resistance, no better than a puppy’s pawing.

“Ahaht...!”

The heat and nerves of my entire body were concentrated between his sucking groin. That heat pooled thickly inside my abdomen. Chillingly, the man seemed to notice my reaction and gently rubbed my lower abdomen with his large hand.

“Euheung, euheung.”

Perhaps because of his persistent caresses, an unbearable urge to urinate surged through me, making every hair on my body stand on end. Unknowingly, I arched my back and shook my hips frantically. The sheet under my buttocks was damp from the fluid that had flowed from my hole.

The act of rubbing my abdomen while simultaneously sucking my genitals was that much more stimulating. Every time he sucked with a ‘chup’ sound, it felt like not only the pooled fluid but also my entire inner wall was being pulled out. It was a truly dangerous and precarious sensation.

“Ah, heueuheung.”

Only after completely covering my inner thighs with his saliva did Barque move upwards.

Through the gradually dimming lamplight, I hazily gazed at the man who had mounted me. He licked my neck and then deeply inserted his fingers into the vagina where he had just been rubbing his lips. His middle finger, thinner than his cock and harder than his tongue, stirred inside.

“Aah!”

“You’re already in a frenzy just from a little sucking.”

He swirled inside me with a squelching sound and whispered teasingly. Barque’s high nose bridge brushed against my collarbone, then moved down a little further and greedily bit into my plump breast. His tongue clung to my light pink nipple as if suctioned.

“Euheung, haah, aht.”

“Your nipples taste sweet. Is breast milk coming out?”

His intention to ask even though he knew very well that it wasn’t possible was wicked. I knew those words were meant to stimulate me, but I couldn’t stop my cheeks from flushing. Words that would have been embarrassing even if said while looking at my face were now being said while he gnawed on my nipple between his teeth and then sucked on it all over with his lips, so how could I not be embarrassed?

“Haahng, ah, it’s not coming out.”

“No, it seems like it is. If not, how can it taste so sweet?”

Just as I was about to reply that it wasn’t possible, his fingers, which had been probing inside me, suddenly thrust in deeply and rubbed as if crushing the inside. The speed and force with which he poked my hole suddenly intensified. His fingers, which had been thrusting in and out of my vagina, were now joined by another, and they danced independently inside me, scraping against my inner walls.

My inner walls felt so sensitively loose that the flesh stuck to his withdrawing fingers with a sticky sound.

“Ah, uht...!”

A yearning moan, as if desiring more, flowed from my lips. He continued to poke me with his greasy fingers for a long time. The short climax that suddenly approached and struck my entire body made me unknowingly clutch the man’s body that was pressing down on me. Perhaps more fluid had surged out again, as a squelching sound continued without ceasing.

“Haah, haah...”

“I haven’t even tasted you properly yet. Did you already come?”

After spreading my legs and getting into a stable position, Barque once again layered his upper body over mine. He licked my nipples, turning his tongue with even more care than when he had caressed my lower hole. His intention to ripen my erogenous zone was clear.

As if all the nerves distributed in my chest had gathered at the tips of my nipples, they burned hotly every time his tongue brushed over them. It also felt ticklish, as if a feather was touching them. He greedily sucked, holding my breasts so tightly that the mounds bulged.

“Now that I see, it’s not breast milk, you’re just sweet.”

“Heuk, ah, aht...”

“At this point, I’m curious how sweet breast milk would be.”

My stepfather wrapped my outstretched legs around his waist and embraced me. Every time I was pressed against his muscular frame, nearing 190 centimeters, I felt suffocated, as if I would be crushed.

Then, to avoid being completely flattened, I had no choice but to embrace him in return. Even though it was obvious that this was the behavior Barque desired. The man was extremely fond of me clinging to him. As if tired of being pushed away and rejected, he was unbearably ecstatic at the opposite behavior.

As I wrapped my arms around his neck, Barque met my lips as if he had been waiting.

It was a debauched kiss where our tongues intertwined before our lips even fully met. He greedily sucked on my tongue, then pressed his lips against mine without a gap, stealing all my breath. The soft, fleshy thing stirring inside my mouth didn’t try to hide its greed, as if it were his alter ego.

As if he couldn’t be satisfied until he had tasted every part of my mucous membrane, he explored and scraped everywhere, tasting and enjoying. By that point, I couldn’t tell if I was being kissed or having my breath stolen.

“Hueung, eum. Haa.”

Lost in the kiss, I felt Barque grab my calves wrapped around his waist and slowly spread them wider. Unknowingly, a sigh escaped through my parted lips. Interpreting it in some way, my stepfather’s mouth twisted firmly.

“I’ll feed you without you having to rush.”

Ah, so he took it as a wanton plea for him to hurry up and put it in.

I was a little dumbfounded and surreptitiously stared at him with open eyes, hoping he would understand at least a little of my bewildered feelings. He, who had been nibbling on my lower lip as if chewing fruit flesh, finally saw my expression and softened the corners of his mouth.

“You look at me like that, and it feels like I’m going to come.”

What did I even do?

All I did was narrow my eyes slightly in bewilderment. At this point, I had a reasonably logical suspicion that my stepfather would probably get aroused even if I just breathed.

Barque, as if unwilling to part even to insert himself, pressed his lips all over my body before slowly raising his upper body. I kept my body limp and deliberately turned my head away from the scene of insertion.

My gaze landed on a certain spot in the bedroom again. This time, rather than naturally flowing there, it was closer to my will directing it there.

“What are you looking at so intently?”

Barque asked, his glans, soaked in pre-ejaculatory fluid, rubbing with a squelching sound against my slightly parted and constantly throbbing hole. Every time the triangular tip brushed against and crushed the inner flesh that occasionally contracted and relaxed, an involuntary sweet moan escaped my lips.

Clinging tightly to my wavering reason, I barely managed to open my mouth. What I was looking at, that was...

“Mother’s, heuk, and your... wedding invitation.”

The ivory background with beautifully engraved gold letters was none other than my parents’ wedding invitation. Framed, it stood aloof on one side of this bedroom.

The endlessly antique and elegant wedding invitation, as if peeking into a splendid wedding ceremony, was a design Mother had chosen herself. Perhaps that was why it felt as if Mother was watching my and my stepfather’s strange affair with both eyes wide open.

“Haaheung!”

Barque, once again displeased that I was distracted for various reasons, no, accurately, because of Mother, savagely thrust his cock in. The intrusion of his cock, wriggling through the narrow passage, was as fierce as the coldness of the man’s nature.

What had instantly surged in all the way to the root immediately struck a sensitive spot, smack. The thrill that started there spread instantly, greedily devouring all my nerves. It was a truly violent ecstasy. I reflexively threw my head back and hurriedly grabbed my stepfather’s shoulders.

Without a word, Barque began to rock his hips. It was quite intense from the start.

As if jealous of Mother, he would express his displeasure with actions instead of words whenever I brought up anything related to her.

How dumbfounded I had been when I first noticed this jealousy. Sleeping with his wife’s daughter while being jealous of his wife? It was truly an absurd thing. Barque did such things without ever trying to hide them.

“Ah, ahng, haah...!”

Straightening his upper body, he pinched and twisted my nipples while smoothly rocking his pelvis.

I could see the man’s sensual muscles writhing fiercely as if each had its own will. His skin, so hard and different from my soft flesh, resembled the hide of a carnivorous beast.

“Hss, aahng, aht!”

He sat up, raising his knees, while squeezing and releasing my breasts, which swayed up and down, so tightly that flesh bulged between his fingers. In that position, he began to pound down harder and faster than before. The bed prepared for Mother and my stepfather creaked madly, filling this vast space with a chaotic noise.

Each time his long, hard cock plunged into and out of my narrow opening, fluid gushed out, splashing wildly in all directions. Like the overflowing arousal fluid, I was melting into pleasure.

Barque slowed the speed of his thrusts, looking at my ravaged lower half with eyes that seemed to want to lick it. He seemed to be adjusting his pace back to his usual self.

“Knowing that I get rough when I’m worked up, you provoke me every time.”

He hissed softly.

Barque moved his body to the side where I couldn’t see the wedding invitation and spread my disheveled legs. He leaned his upper body down and rubbed against my chest. As his hard nipples rubbed against his firm skin, a tingling sensation spread from the tips.

To be clear, I had no intention of provoking him.

I had simply seen the wedding invitation in my sight, and so I had told him about it as it was. It was a very simple flow of thought. Only when my thoughts reached that point did I realize that I had inadvertently been provoking him. Because there was no real need to tell him about it as it was.

“If you want it that badly, I’ll call your mother. How about we fuck right by Silvian’s bedside?”

I quickly shook my head and cried out like a cat, reacting to the cock entering my vulva.

Almost a month had passed since Barque’s celebration party for receiving his baronetcy. And since the night I was laid beneath him here, I had been having sex with my stepfather every night.

The rough, electrifying, disgusting, and vile sex of that day was enough to completely break my reason and will.

Barque, who even mobilized the butler to control the sounds, was skilled enough to play with me in the palm of his hand. The thirteen-year age difference was proven by such experience. And he was also a ruthless man who would really bring Mother if he set his mind to it.

That was a point that could already be confirmed by the fact that he had shown our relationship to the butler without hesitation.

<If you don’t come here, I will go to your bedroom.>

<.......>

<I might bring someone with me then. It could be the butler, or another servant, or perhaps your beloved mother.>

That night, Barque looked down at the bracelet on my wrist and murmured in a casual tone. His deep, languid voice tightened my throat without a gap, as if trying to suffocate me to death.

At first, I dismissed it as a vile threat.

But as the period of our intimacy continued, that thought only grew fainter. Because I was slowly becoming addicted to this dizzying and ecstatic act.

It would be fortunate if I were only addicted to the act itself.

The problem was my constantly wavering heart.

Sex with Barque was too sweet and fatally tempting for me.

The touching skin, the flowing sweat, the breath of desire poured out to me, every aspect of him during the act was truly bewitching. The fact that the man I had feelings for was helplessly aroused by me created a mental pleasure that made me forget Mother for a moment.

The more I had sex with him, the more I wanted my feelings for him to be reciprocated. For example, I wanted to become lovers with my stepfather. That was no different from wanting to betray Mother. So it was just a pathetic impulse.

Repeatedly bringing up Mother was a way to awaken myself, who was being stained by an intimate act of filial impiety.

“Ahheut!”

Suddenly, his thick cock plunged in, thwack! The hard impact, so deep that his dark testicles smacked against my open perineum, instantly snapped me back to my senses.

“I told you not to let your mind wander.”

He grabbed the back of my head along with my disheveled hair and brought his face right up to mine.

Even with his face hardened, his handsomeness was undeniable. Looking at his face quietly made me want to give in completely, as if all the resistance I had shown so far was in vain. I was still weak to this man’s face.

Slipping his hand down, Barque lifted me and sat me on his lap. Leaning against the headboard, he picked up the cigar on the nightstand and took a puff. He had put it down for a moment to properly caress my lower half.

To finish as quickly as possible, I grabbed his shoulders and began to rock my hips back and forth. Barque took a deep drag, as if trying to fill his lungs with the scent of the cigar, and watched me with an utterly entranced expression.

“You used to not even know how to clench properly, but now you’ve become quite the harlot.”

“Ah, uht, Father, this is what, ungh, this is what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

The nights I spent facing him weren’t the only times I encountered him in the past month.

Every day at meals, occasionally when the three of us took a walk together, and during tea time in the drawing-room, etc. I had to face him even in broad daylight, and every time, I naturally had to call him ‘Father.’

Just like a habit from daytime, that title often slipped out even amidst the unwanted sex.

At first, it was embarrassing, but afterwards, I actually consistently used it, hoping he would feel some pang of conscience in his heart from the address. ...Though it seemed to have no effect on his wicked nature. Rather, it seemed to excite him even more because of the sacrilegious address.

“That’s right. My own little harlot.”

Barque smoothly swept back his disheveled black hair, revealing eyes filled with lust.

“Haa, hss.”

“You’re even prettier than I imagined. The way you move your hips on your own while my cock is in your mouth.”

“Heuk, ah, aah...!”

“If you ever act like this with another bastard, know that I’ll tear his limbs apart and feed them to the beasts.”

He embraced my waist and delivered a terrifying warning. Even though I knew very well that the fierce intensity wasn’t directed at me, a chill ran down my spine nonetheless.

“Haht!”

However, the moment Barque thrust his cock deep inside with the strength of his hips, my tightly frozen nerves melted away as if nothing had happened. The heat he possessed was too hot for me to handle.

Barque firmly held my upper body, which was threatening to slump, and began to piston properly, raising his knees.

“Haaheung, aht!”

Panting as I lay on his flat iliac bones, I couldn’t bear the strange sensation of his cock plunging in vertically and stirring my cervix deeply, so I clung to him. He carefully placed his cigar back on the nightstand, lest I get burned, and vigorously thrust his lower body upwards.

“Ah, ah, aht, wa, heuk, ahng!”

“Why? Keut, are you going to come?”

“Yes. Heuk, ah, down there, down there...”

The area where my clit was located was tingling and becoming flushed. The inner walls that had fully embraced his thick shaft loosened thickly and clung tightly to it, and the hole, stretched to its limit, convulsed on its own, beyond my control.

Barque suddenly gripped my pelvis tightly without any gap and slammed his body down on mine with a squelching sound. Thwack, thwack, thwack. Every time his thing broke through the narrow passage and forced its way in, it felt like lightning was striking my entire body. My vision flickered wildly, and my brain became a mess, melting and flowing.

“Aht, heueung! Geu, heok, ah, ahng, haaahng!”

Shaking under his strong touch, I reached a rather chaotic climax.

Pleasure shot through every part of my limbs, making me tremble uncontrollably, unable to even scream. I couldn’t even swallow the saliva that had pooled thickly in my mouth, and it dripped down.

Barque lifted my body as it was and pulled out the deeply lodged cock with a jerk. At that moment, the pooled arousal fluid gushed out, thickly wetting my perineum and inner thighs.

He made me kneel and then pushed his fingers into my vagina. My inner walls, which had just reached their peak and were trembling, greedily swallowed his fingers as if wanting more.

“I’d die if I fell in here.”

“Euheung, haht.”

He scraped out even the fluid that had pooled inside and muttered crudely.

As I caught my breath, embracing the man’s broadly squared shoulders, Barque aimed his still swollen glans at my vagina and thrust it in again. Unlike my limp body, my hole, which had been gaping with hot stimulation, swallowed his greedily.

Barque suddenly moved while his cock was still inside me. He moved from the head of the bed to sit on the side, embracing my waist and lightly turning my body.

“Heueut.”

The deeply inserted, bumpy cock turned inside my walls, tinglingly scraping the vaginal folds. I leaned my back against his chest as I was turned around. His broad chest, as if leaning against a wall, supported me stably.

“Can you see?”

Barque grabbed my thighs, making our already close union even tighter, and whispered intimately. I grasped his forearm in my unstable posture, as if I might fall, and inadvertently stared straight ahead.

Ah.

Coincidentally, a large dressing table was placed right in front of where he had settled. On the spotless, clear mirror, the sight of me and him intertwined like beasts in heat was revealed without any concealment.

My legs were spread vulgarly, without a trace of decorum, and inside my glistening, wet vulva, the man’s cock, with its bulging veins and throbbing pulse, was inserted all the way up to the testicles.

Apart from the struggle, I was aware that my ripe hole was greedily sucking his thing, chasing after pleasure. But seeing that scene in reality felt indescribably strange. It felt as if I were peeking at someone else’s sex, as if it wasn’t my own body.

Only then did I realize that he hadn’t settled there by chance.

Barque had deliberately gone in front of the mirror to clearly show me what we were doing now.

The fact that a stepfather and a stepdaughter were wantonly entwining their lower bodies, hidden by the night air. The fact that the man called ‘Father’ during the day had his cock piercing his daughter’s narrow pussy at night was revealed unfiltered through the mirror.

Even amidst all this, the man’s size was so large that I looked like I was being devoured by him. His vast chest, more than enough to envelop me, looked like it could crush me if he exerted any force. Moreover, I clearly confirmed how helpless I looked in front of him due to this difference in physique.

Barque deliberately raised his finger and tapped my lips as if to show me. Even though I didn’t want to see, I couldn’t take my eyes off him, feeling bewildered, and I mumbled and parted my lips. His middle finger rudely dug into the gap like a violent dictator, stirring my mucous membranes haphazardly.

“Eum, eup. Euheung.”

As his hand vigorously rubbed back and forth across my tongue as if it were a piston, I had no choice but to wrap my tongue around it. As if waiting, Barque rubbed his finger, which was wrapped around my tongue, as if caressing it.

His finger, slickly wet with my saliva that he had stolen as if snatching it away, then headed towards my spread legs.

“Hss!”

The plump clit stood out on the flesh spread along my legs. His finger touched it lightly. My body was already trembling with the pleasure of my inner walls being filled, and when he touched such a weak spot, the muscles in my thighs instinctively tightened.

My clit, as if welcoming his touch, throbbed throughout my body, swelling more and more. Barque circled his finger around and above it as if praising it. My lower abdomen tingled again, and a physiological urge to urinate surged. I wanted to close my legs, but his thighs were firmly holding them in place, making it impossible.

“You need to see clearly what we’re doing.”

Barque’s breath landed on my spine as I took a deep breath, trying not to lose my reason. There seemed to be some magical power in his voice, so lascivious that I inadvertently looked at the mirror I had been trying not to see.

My face, held by him, was flushed. My stepfather bit and licked my cheek as if it were a luscious ripe fruit. Even amidst all this, the hand gently scratching my clit didn’t let go. Short breaths escaped my lips endlessly.

A misguided impatience welled up, wishing the cock inside me would hurry up and move, thrusting deeply within me. But frustratingly, Barque only teased my clit without moving his lower body even once. I leaned on his shoulder, tilting my chin up and breathing heavily.

Suddenly, Barque’s laughter pierced my ears.

“Your pussy is in quite a frenzy. It’s twitching and squeezing my cock. Are you begging me to feed it quickly?”

As if responding to the demand, he gently flicked his hips once.

“Aht!”

The movement was infinitely gentle compared to the violent thrusting, but to me, whose nerves were tingling intensely at my clit, it returned as an uncontrollable pleasure.

Barque firmly gripped my calves and lifted them a little higher. My body tilted back even more precariously, and his cock slid out as if it would fall out completely. But it didn’t come out completely; his glans caught at the entrance of my vagina.

The thick shaft that had been fully embraced inside was damp and sticky with my fluid. In that state, he thrust upwards hard enough to crush his testicles, thwack!

“Haaahng!”

With a sticky friction sound, his cock disappeared back into my hole. The violent entry that parted my flesh created a maddening pleasure. The thrill that spread tinglingly from our joined parts soon reached my brain, making my head feel mushy.

“Haa, I’m going crazy.”

He spread my buttocks and fondled the hole that had been stretched to its limit. Even the touch of his fingers on my labia was so ecstatic that I trembled all over.

“Heu, ahahng, good, haah...”

“Good?”

Barque, pleased with my honest confession, asked with a hint of laughter in his voice and suddenly gripped my thighs tightly. While trembling with thrill, I was afraid of what he might do next, and then, as my body was lifted dangling while still impaled, I let out a shrill cry.

“Aaaahng!”

Barque lifted me, his arms under my legs, and rose from the bed. Naturally, the weight shifted downwards, and his cock slammed into me even more violently. Even though it shouldn’t have been possible, it felt like his bumpy cock was touching my throat.

The sensation of it scratching hotly as it passed, stretching my vaginal folds, was strange, and I couldn’t even swallow properly. My breath hitched. In that state, my stepfather approached the mirror and clearly showed me how our messy sex was taking place.

“Aheung! Heok! Uht, haaheuang!”

Just how strong was he? He supported me by only gripping my calves and began to thrust his cock in and out deeply.

“Like this, haah, when I thrust into you, it feels good, right?”

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack!

Each time his thick cock, resembling that of a horse, plunged in and then slid out, arousal fluid burst out with a squelching sound, splattering all the way to the dressing table. The mirror was instantly stained messily.

I had to watch that terribly lewd scene with my own eyes. His dark red cock, with its veins bulging, pierced through my tenderly closed flesh and thrust deeply, with messy splashes of fluid in between. It was a lascivious underwater dance.

Ah, aah. Arousing sensations that were almost too much to bear stirred my brain into a chaotic frenzy once again.

His scrotum slammed against my wide-open vulva with a slapping sound, drawing red marks. The foamy lather created by the violent piston action flowed thickly down my perineum. My tangled pubic hair and his groin were already a mess, completely smeared with that whitish liquid.

Nevertheless, Barque thrust into me at a frantic pace, as if determined to drive me into a state of ecstasy.

“Ah, ahng, ahaahng! Wa, wait. Man, Father, euheung! No!”

Lights burst before my eyes. A savage pleasure, like a thunderbolt, tore through my entire body. I was so breathless that my lungs ached.

My stomach suddenly twinged, and this time, an unbearable urge to urinate surged. Shivering from the piercing thrill that licked down my spine, I shook my head. The thought that I might disgrace myself down there made me anxious. But Barque, unconcerned by my pleas, continued to piston fiercely.

The vaginal walls, which tightly clenched and bit his cock elastically, spasmed on their own, as if uncontrollable.

“Heuk, no, ah, aahng! Ah, I’m going to, heok, die!”

“You won’t die.”

I desperately grabbed his forearm and begged, but it had no effect. Beyond my shaking vision, a languid smile played on the man’s lips. He looked quite pleased that I was clinging to him, ecstatically close to death.

I didn’t even have the mental capacity to reproach his eccentric tendencies. Every time the man’s thick cock plunged deeply into me, I shrieked as if electrocuted and twisted my body.

Finally, the urge to urinate surged with an uncontrollably intense force, and Barque pulled out the cock that had been fiercely thrusting into me all along. It had been plunged in so deeply that the moment it was removed, my inner walls felt completely empty.

Unlike my reason, which was in a frenzy from the pleasure, my inner flesh still seemed to want more, clinging tightly to his hard flesh and being pulled along with it.

Twitch. The vulva, where his cock had been, gaped strangely, and then a clear liquid burst out like a fountain, drawing an arc and trickling down.

Shhh. The sound of it cutting through the air mingled with the hot heat.

That scene was reflected in the mirror all too clearly. It was a dizzying and distant moment, so much so that I wished it were a dream. Me, with my legs wide open due to the man’s forceful handling. Between them, arousal fluid gushing out like urine.

Before long, my vision collapsed with fleeting thrills. The sensation of release, which I had endured and then finally erupted, created an unbearably chilling pleasure.

“Haaheueu, haht...”

I released a fluid thinner than urine for as long as I would urinate. Finally, as the thin stream stopped and the spasms in my vulva ceased, all the strength drained from my body, and I slumped against Barque.

Even though my full weight must have been on him, he didn’t seem to mind, tapping my buttocks with his iliac bones and making sure I expelled even the remaining fluid.

Eventually, he took me back to the bed and laid me down, then grabbed my ankles and spread my legs. My stepfather greedily licked my vulva, which was slick with an unidentified fluid.

I sobbed, belatedly covering my face with shame. What kind of raw act was this? To be impaled, to feel, to come. What difference was there between that and a beast acting without reason? I couldn’t tell if what I had profusely released while clinging to him was urine or not, but whatever it was, I couldn’t escape the shame.

Even amidst my self-loathing, when the man’s slippery tongue gently tickled my labia, a soft nasal sound, “Aht, ahng,” escaped my lips.

It was then that Barque’s tongue, which had been roaming only over my vulva, slid precariously towards my perineum. I suddenly shuddered at the feeling of him thoroughly licking the hidden hole below, not my vagina.

“Ah, ah, Father...!”

The constantly unfamiliar sensation made the fine hairs on my body stand on end, and I immediately called out to him. But Barque stubbornly licked my anus like an explorer trying to pioneer an unknown world. He focused on the tightly closed entrance, circling it intensely.

The feeling of a soft flesh rubbing against a place that had never been touched before was chilling. With the force that seemed like he would really spread the wrinkles and dig in, I panted and tried to stop him.

“There, not there. Euheung, haaheut.”

I felt Barque chuckle softly as I muttered very urgently. A relaxed laugh, as if he was enjoying this situation, was conveyed to my vulva. He licked my anus a few more times as if bestowing great generosity, then slowly raised his upper body.

“Not here?”

He asked, borrowing my words, and then, with a languid movement like a wild beast, mounted me, gripping his shaft and rubbing it against my sticky vagina. I knew his unyielding stamina well from the nights we had spent, but it was truly sickening.

“Aaaah...!”

His cock pressed against my flesh and entered, filling me tightly again. The feeling of my cervix being gently stirred rang through my spine. Barque would always leave his cock inserted in me as if trying to perfectly mold my vagina to the shape of his member. It was common for me to wake up after dozing off after the act to find his thing still nestled inside me.

That was the case even when he didn’t intend to thrust immediately. Perhaps it was the case now too, as he embraced me with our lower halves still connected and leaned back against the headboard again.

Perhaps intending to give me a moment to rest, he languidly stroked only my waist. Exhausted by the afterglow of the orgasm, I felt an unbearable surge of embarrassment at my earlier shameful behavior as the surroundings grew quiet.

As I wiped away the tears that kept welling up uncontrollably, he, who had been smoking a cigar, turned to look at me.

“Why are you crying?”

Without a word, I glanced at the dressing table. I hadn’t noticed earlier in my daze, but now I saw that the dressing table was completely soaked, as if someone had poured buckets of water on it. Plink, plink. The arousal fluid pooled on the edge of the dressing table dripped down, creating a puddle on the floor. It was maddeningly shameful that this was the result of my arousal.

Following my gaze, he soon seemed to realize the cause and chuckled softly.

“Looks like you pissed yourself?”

I swallowed hard at his unfiltered, crude language.

He put down the cigar he had taken a deep puff of and kissed me. His tongue had the unique acrid taste of tobacco. It was a sharp and intense yet strangely addictive kiss. While he was very languid when smoking, he approached my lips with a savage and headlong intensity when kissing.

The strength of his hand that fixed my nape so I couldn’t escape was firm. Even without holding me so tightly, I couldn’t get away from him, yet he always held me fiercely as if he believed I would run away the moment he took his eyes off me.

He sucked on my tongue, then chewed on it roughly, and this time he rummaged through my mouth. The kiss, where saliva and breath endlessly mixed, suddenly stopped. It was because he abruptly pulled away.

“By the way.”

“......?”

“When are you planning to get rid of that brat?”

I realized without difficulty that he was referring to Ergel. Suddenly, the conversation I had had with Mother during the day came to mind. Seeing her behavior of concluding that Ergel and I were romantically involved, I could understand why Barque was being so sensitive.

“There’s nothing to get rid of. Ergel is just a friend...”

A fierce glint flickered in his dark blue eyes that had settled in the darkness. Barque grabbed my cheeks hard enough for my lips to protrude and snapped.

“Don’t call him by his name.”

He had done this last time too. This man didn’t even like me calling Ergel by his name. Then what on earth did he want me to call him? Surely he didn’t want me to call him ‘brat’ like he did.

Filled with such dissatisfaction, I nodded obediently, realizing that the sex wasn’t over yet. I was already exhausted today and didn’t want to engage in any more intense sex. His cock, lodged in my hole, was no different from a weapon that would mercilessly crush me in an instant.

“And friend?”

“......”

“Even a passing dog would laugh.”

Barque brought his face close to mine and sneered sarcastically.

“If you knew what kind of eyes that brat looks at you with, you wouldn’t be able to say such things.”

His attitude was clearly taunting, but I couldn’t say anything. Knowing that Ergel had feelings for me, perhaps even more than just liking me, I couldn’t bring myself to deny it. Frankly, even if I did deny it, my stepfather had already stamped it as true, so there was no way my excuses would work.

“Get rid of him soon.”

His firm tone, which wouldn’t accept any rebuttal, revealed the sharp thorns he was setting up for Ergel in their naked form. For a month, Barque had occasionally revealed those thorns regarding Ergel.

And no matter how I looked at it, it could only be seen as jealousy.

My stepfather liked me, so he was wary of Ergel, who seemed to have feelings for me. Every time the fact that he was jealous sank deep into my heart, an indescribable emotion bloomed within me.

The feelings I harbored for him were truly complex. The excitement I had felt when we first met still lingered in a corner of my heart. At the same time, I hated him for treating me ruthlessly and trying to oppress me.

Rather than hate, it was closer to resentment. You and I are perhaps in the same position of having to hide a secret, so why is it that only I have to struggle so desperately for this relationship? And even amidst all this, why doesn’t my love for you easily fade?

When he seemed callous, but then I saw him openly display jealousy towards another man, that excitement would bloom again. Now, I couldn’t tell if my feelings for my stepfather were more negative or more positive.

What was clear was that Barque was still a being who held immense influence over me, enough to easily sway me.

I gazed at his thick chest, where muscles were densely packed, and then suddenly opened my mouth.

“...You know,”

My half-hoarse voice echoed in the dark bedroom.

He gently stroked my blonde hair, as if telling me to speak.

“Why did you marry Mother...?”

Having spent the nights together for a month, this was a constant question in my mind.

Why on earth had Barque agreed to marry Mother?

Surely, he had time to back out if he had wanted to. He had clearly reached out with his insidious touch before marrying Mother.

If only he had broken off the marriage quickly, I might have loved him with a clear conscience. The fact that he agreed to the marriage played a significant role in twisting and distorting our relationship like this.

Frankly, until the marriage, I thought he was just toying with me.

I had heard that among groups of men who gathered and mingled intimately, boasting about how many young women they had defiled was a form of pride. The attitude of simply using women as a means of showing off was vulgar, but it was unavoidable in sexually corrupt circles, as was often the case.

Among other groups, the military, where it was difficult to satisfy lust due to wars and expeditions, was particularly so. My stepfather was a commander who ruled over such a military group.

At one point, I had thought that Barque was touching me for the same reason.

So I ignored my feelings for him, and I disliked him touching me. Above all, his attitude of accepting the marriage proposal with Mother made me think that way. That he regarded me as a toy he had taken a fancy to once in a while, or a thrilling but fleeting affair.

But even after marrying and taking my virginity, Barque continued to covet me. He was impatient and restless, like a nobleman who hadn’t obtained the most precious jewel in the world. Moreover, he clearly showed his claws of jealousy towards Ergel, who came to see me.

Didn’t that make it seem as if he really ‘loved’ me?

“Because I needed the title.”

Barque answered unexpectedly readily. I slowly raised my head at the word “title.” The blue eyes I now met held not a trace of wavering. I stared into those eyes for a long time.

The title, yes. I had forgotten about that.

He had obtained the baronetcy through his marriage to Mother.

Originally a commoner, the only title he held was that of a knight. The knighthood, bestowed upon him by the emperor’s iron fist that had allowed him to rise in this land, was honorable but lacked high authority. He was still in the lowly position where he had to grovel if the nobles told him to.

Having experienced the distant mire as a bastard, I was not unaware of those feelings. If I were a man and a knight like him, I would have made the same decision as Barque.

Barque inhaled the cigar deeply enough to make his sharply chiseled cheeks hollow, then exhaled, watching me keenly. His blue eyes, gleaming through the rising mist, were like those of a snake hunting its prey.

“Then, uht.”

He lifted his hand from my waist and began to roll my red nipple between his fingers. It was like a secret signal to resume the sex, but I stubbornly opened my mouth, determined to ask this one thing.

“Do you... regret marrying Mother?”

The hand that had been tickling my nipple paused for a moment. Barque stared intently at me, then leaned in and bit my chin.

If he regretted it.

If he regretted agreeing to it to obtain the title, and that his relationship with me had become so twisted, then I also had the intention to change my heart.

This heart that I had stubbornly kept closed, a little bit, just a little bit...

It was a very important matter to me, even if not to others. One of the reasons I couldn’t fully accept Barque was that I lacked certainty about whether he truly loved me.

But if he regretted the marriage.

That would at least mean that he held sincere feelings for me, that he regarded me as more than just a game, that he was serious about me, so...

“No.”

The hope that had sprouted like a bud in my heart was cut off with a single stroke.

“I don’t do things I’ll regret in my decisions.”

I looked at him with a dazed heart. My mind repeatedly went from pitch black to pure white. Something was fundamentally wrong. That was my expectation for his love.

Barque licked up my collarbone and met my gaze.

My pupils trembled, unable to look directly at him. Something inside me cracked and then silently crumbled.

Barque laid me down properly and resumed the act of releasing his desire with persistence. Feeling his cock plunging deeply inside me, my eyes burned with rising resentment. I couldn’t suppress the surging bitterness.

What was so sad about this?

Ah, it was sad that he didn’t like me enough to regret marrying Mother. All the circumstances that felt like obstacles in my path to him were nothing much to him.

So, it was maddeningly sad that his feelings for me only amounted to wanting to play with me.

Wouldn’t it be more accurate to call it a ‘whim’ rather than love? Because once he got tired of playing with me to his heart’s content, I would be ruthlessly discarded. And my feelings for him would also be tossed aside in a corner, rolling around with the dust.

My feelings were deeper than expected, and his were shallower than expected. The intensity of the emotions we held for each other was so different.

I looked up at the handsome man above me, who was exhaling hot breaths, with tearful eyes.

Bad person.

You are a truly bad person.

Placing the guilt of having momentarily been blinded by love and trying to turn my back on Mother onto him, I couldn’t stop crying. My sadness would obviously be perceived as the afterglow of pleasure. It would seem as if I was crying not because I was sad, but because it felt good. So I simply didn’t suppress the welling bitterness.

All of my sobbing tears were sucked into his mouth. In contrast to my body trembling with pleasure, my mood was as miserable as rolling in mud.

I shouldn’t have asked if things would turn out like this.

I shouldn’t have revealed my greed in any way.

The expectation that bloomed with guilt as its foundation grew day by day. But his resolute answer became a sharp needle, bursting that expectation with a pop.

My head felt like it was spinning.

Where on earth was my and my stepfather’s relationship heading?

<Continued in Volume 2>