FBS - 7

A cloying sweetness filled my mouth and dissolved.

The intensely sweet Mont Blanc I was eating here in the drawing room was incongruous with the bleak scenery visible through the window, yet somehow it suited it well enough.

“Rosen.”

My pupils unfocused, I listlessly continued to mash the Mont Blanc with my fork. Anyone could see I wasn’t paying attention to the conversation.

“Rosen?”

Only belatedly did the voice register, and I startled, lifting my head. Ergel, sitting across from me, chuckled, having noticed my absentmindedness. It was a laugh that pointed out my inattentive behavior.

I chewed and swallowed the dessert in my mouth before finally answering the call.

“Hmm?”

“What were you thinking about that you didn’t hear me call you several times?”

“Ah…….”

I sighed, a sheepish look on my face, embarrassed that I had been distracted in front of a guest.

No matter how warmly he asked, I couldn’t honestly confide in Ergel. The truth that kept churning at the tip of my tongue, I swallowed down my throat along with the sweet taste.

Since I started living here in my stepfather’s mansion, I had been zoning out frequently. It was because a terribly deep anguish visited me constantly, tightening its grip around me.

Sitting across from Ergel, I was replaying the conversation I had had with Barque last night. Recalling his statement that he didn’t regret marrying Mother even a little, my appetite plummeted. Just a moment ago, I had been so pleased with the sweetness Ergel had provided for me. It was a terrible thing to do to him, who had even made a reservation at a famous capital confectionery to buy this for me, but I couldn’t help it.

Lately, I had been a little strange.

My mood swung dozens of times a day, and my appetite was erratic. The sweetness I had enjoyed before changed as easily as flipping my palm, quickly becoming sickening and repulsive. My mood also repeatedly soared up and plummeted down as if someone were kneading and manipulating my brain. The feelings I experienced each day changed in a violent, curved pattern.

Still, thankfully, today, with Ergel’s visit, was progressing relatively smoothly.

“Is something wrong?”

Ergel asked, watching me put down my fork on the plate.

“No, nothing.”

I answered monotonously and turned back to look out the window.

It wasn’t that I had no idea what was causing this unpredictable state of mine. The situation surrounding me, the kind you’d find in a third-rate weekly magazine, was the problem. The situation where my stepfather and I were intimate behind my mother’s back.

A flawless, perfect dilemma obsessively drove me into a corner.

When I was with Mother, the guilt of doing something I shouldn’t choked my throat, and when I was with my stepfather, the hidden love pounded in my heart as if it were going berserk. Reason chose Mother, and my heart chose my stepfather. By Mother’s side, filial piety for her took precedence, and in my stepfather’s embrace, my pure instinct towards him took over.

Could there be such an inescapable dilemma?

No matter how much I pondered, no answer came. I rubbed my dry face like a scholar facing an unsolvable problem. Feeling a sense of sinking into a swamp again, I tilted my head back. My body followed my head, stretching out completely on the sofa.

I knew it was rude behavior to indulge in front of a guest, but the fact that the person I was facing was a close friend with whom I now spoke informally loosened my tension.

“What are you doing?”

“…….”

“Your petticoat is showing.”

Having been listlessly sprawled out, I startled at his casual warning and abruptly sat up. Only then did I realize that my current posture wasn’t so disheveled as to reveal my petticoat. Ergel chuckled, amused by my terrified reaction as if I had been burned.

I fussily smoothed my voluminous skirt and gave him a sidelong, not-unpleasant glare.

“Liar.”

“You were too unguarded.”

Ergel shrugged and stabbed the Mont Blanc I had been eating with his fork. Watching his unreserved behavior, my stepfather’s sharp warning from last night came to mind.

<Settle it within the next few days.>

The ruthless voice that had frozen the humid heat of the bedroom even for a moment. His eyes, just as cold.

Barque genuinely perceived Ergel as an annoying presence. He must be displeased, thinking Ergel might try to take his plaything, me.

What did that “settle it” mean?

The answer came quickly without much deep thought. It was to cut off all ties with Ergel. So that he wouldn’t come to see me like this, and I wouldn’t send him letters of inquiry. He must want us to go back to being complete strangers.

Mother liked Ergel, and Father disliked Ergel. Their feelings were at completely opposite ends of the spectrum.

Amidst the swirling thoughts, my lips felt parched, and I licked them with my tongue. The faint taste of remaining cream was sweet. Leaning back onto the armrest again, I rested my chin diagonally on my crossed arms and repeatedly moistened my lips. It was an action taken in the hope that the faintly remaining sweetness would alleviate my twisted mood even a little.

While doing so unconsciously, I suddenly raised my gaze and found Ergel’s clear eyes fixed on my face. I could especially feel him intently watching my red tongue as it moved over my lips.

<If you knew how that brat looks at you, you wouldn’t say such things.>

Barque, being a knight who roamed the battlefield, had keen animalistic senses. Like intuition. So, he must have discerned that Ergel harbored personal feelings for me just from encountering him at a party.

All the thoughts in my daily life were filled with my stepfather. Every time I realized this fact, a lament of how terrible it was followed. What was it about him? What on earth! Why did he occupy my mind all day like this, scattering my thoughts into disarray?

Every time a surge of frustration towards my stepfather welled up, my thoughts would revert to the first day I met him.

“Hey, Ergel.”

Ergel was drinking tea, perhaps thirsty. His pretense of not having been stealing glances at my lips just moments ago was truly clumsy. Everything about him was so different from my seasoned stepfather.

“What’s it like to fall in love at first sight?”

Cough!

He choked on the tea he was drinking, apparently quite taken aback by my question. Ergel burst into sporadic, violent coughs and then gulped down the water that had been prepared separately.

His face was slightly flushed, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of my question or the tea he had swallowed wrong.

“Hey, you, how can you ask something like that so casually……”

It seemed the former was the cause. Ergel’s ears turned a fiery red, as if he had recalled his confession at the party. It wasn’t that I hadn’t considered he might be embarrassed, but right now, I was more curious about Ergel’s answer.

Ergel cleared his throat, which had become rough, and stammered, his face still flushed.

“Well, um, I can’t really explain it clearly, but you know, even when there are many people around, there’s someone who looks especially special. You just keep looking at them.”

Barque Estellan perfectly fit the answer he was describing.

From the moment he appeared before me, my stepfather was intense and extraordinary. He suppresed the atmosphere of the Marquis’s mansion with his mere presence. That looked truly cool. To me, the terrifying Marquis’s mansion, which always looked like a tiger’s den with its jaws wide open to swallow me, was instantly subdued by his overwhelming force.

His firm yet sharp, upright aura had captivated me. Didn’t his imposing figure seem as if it would save me from any danger? That’s why I had foolishly dreamed and even mentioned something about a prince.

Ergel’s answer, unfortunately, only brought more melancholy into my heart. No matter what explanation I applied, it was true that I had fallen for him at first sight.

In fact, even without repeatedly confirming it like this, my love had already been decided. Otherwise, how could I explain the abnormal beating of my heart every time I was intimate with my stepfather? Every time he softly stroked my cheek, every time he lightly kissed me, I couldn’t stop my heart from racing uncontrollably.

But my love would not be reciprocated. My stepfather was merely toying with me. Every time I thought about the gap in our feelings, I was the only one who ended up looking foolish. I bit my lip in a miserable mood.

He’s doing that himself, yet he’s telling me…… to break things off with Ergel?

No.

I wouldn’t do it.

I had no intention of obediently complying with my stepfather’s wishes, who only saw me as a pastime. I could only earnestly hope that my disobedient attitude would be a factor in diminishing his curiosity. Unrequited love, in the end, had no choice but to proceed in a twisted way.

“You’re not going on any trips these days?”

Dwelling on my stepfather only made me feel gloomy, so I lightly changed the subject. Ergel sat with his long legs crossed, rubbing his eyebrows.

“I’m planning to go somewhere soon.”

As the second son of the Gropon Marquis family, Ergel lived a considerably more leisurely life compared to the eldest son who would inherit the title. He had graduated from an academy in a foreign country and had often traveled abroad since then. With both time and money to spare, it couldn’t have been a more perfect hobby for a nobleman like him.

“Where to?”

“Hmm. Constanta?”

“The country in the west?”

“Yeah. You know it? Ah, right. Count Estellan has become your father.”

The conversation seemed to be flowing along its own path well enough, so why did it have to return to Barque Estellan again? It was simply absurd.

I vaguely knew what Ergel was talking about. Before becoming the commander of the Imperial Army, Barque had been a mercenary who made a name for himself with his skills, and his start was when he joined a mercenary group belonging to Constanta and repelled the monsters at its border. It was the monster subjugation at that time that led the emperor to take notice of him.

It was a story I had happened to learn through the maids’ chatter after the marriage between my mother and stepfather was finalized.

“By the way, Count Estellan seems to be staying at the mansion all the time these days?”

Ergel asked me without a hint of malice. Of course, since he didn’t know about the relationship between me and my stepfather, he had no way of knowing that I would find the topic uncomfortable. I pondered the country of Constanta that he had mentioned and replied nonchalantly.

“Ah, yeah.”

“Didn’t he used to be away often on expeditions before the marriage?”

I nodded almost imperceptibly.

As Ergel said, Barque hadn’t gone on any expeditions lately and had been staying at the mansion the whole time. Judging by how he was immersed in work day after day, it didn’t seem like he was on vacation.

Once, during a meal, my mother had asked about his schedule related to this. At that time, Barque had firmly stated that he would “be in the capital for a while.” The way his gaze lingered on me as he said that was so persistent.

Even because of his gaze, I could easily guess that the reason the man wasn’t leaving on expeditions was “me.” My stepfather was far more addicted to our nightly activities than he was to me. He had essentially put off his official duties due to the passionate embrace of his stepdaughter every night.

He muttered casually, his eyes fixed on his teacup.

“Then it won’t be long before you have a sibling, Rosen.”

“……What?”

“The Count and Countess are newlyweds, after all.”

Ergel had said it without any intention, but it flew into my heart like a large spark.

I could only gape like a fish, unable to say anything. My mind momentarily went hazy, like white ink had been dissolved in it. The story of a “sibling” that he had brought up was enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

In an instant, many thoughts tangled in my head like threads. My parents’ bedroom, the bed under the lascivious light, me lying on it, and my stepfather, the wedding invitation placed on the side……

I don’t know how I ended the conversation or with what expression I saw him off. As soon as I confirmed that the Gropon family’s carriage had departed, I returned to my bedroom and searched the bookshelf for birth control pills as if it were a habit. It felt like I could only regain stability if the white packet of pills was immediately in my hand.

But.

“……!”

The book where I always kept the pills was empty. There were marks indicating that something had been there, but the packet of pills I was desperately searching for couldn’t be found.

‘Who?’

The question that reflexively surged up soon conjured up one person.

I tidied the books with trembling hands and then turned around. Behind the footsteps heading to the second floor, a thick, tar-like emotion lingered like a trace. My heart pounded loudly.

When I came to my senses, my stepfather’s study was right in front of me. I feigned a stable breath, trying hard to calm my unstable one, and knocked. A curt permission followed. My hand gripped the doorknob tightly as I turned it.

My stepfather was standing by the window, smoking a cigar. The sight of thick smoke enveloping his smoothly sculpted profile was truly sensual.

He languidly turned his gaze and met mine as I stood in the doorway.

Only then did I realize that it had been quite a while since I had encountered the man alone during the day. When I met him as “Father” during the day, it was mostly in gatherings with my mother.

As soon as I recognized that fact, the concentrated tension that flowed in the bedroom at night filled the space between him and me. Seeing the man who had been digging through my mind just moments ago right in front of me, my mind went blank instead.

“So.”

“…….”

“What pleasant conversation did you have today?”

It was my stepfather who broke the silence first.

Blinking at the unexpected question, I realized a beat later that he was referring to Ergel, who had just left. Then, was it possible that he had been standing by the window…… watching me see Ergel off?

It felt unsettling, as if I had been under surveillance.

“Stories that Father doesn’t need to know.”

I retorted sullenly, as if deliberately trying to provoke him. For someone who treated me like a plaything, trying to cut off my private relationships was too greedy.

His animalistic hostility towards Ergel was truly astonishing, but that didn’t give him the authority to interfere. He should have been satisfied with having dominated my nights in a vile way.

Barque blew out a puff of hazy smoke and twitched his eyebrows. His pupils subtly twisted as if displeased. He wasn’t talkative, but when you watched him, he would reveal his emotions through his eyes and expressions.

I disliked those beast-like eyes. No, it wasn’t dislike, it was fear. When placed before them, it felt like my inner thoughts were completely exposed, leaving only my true core. Perhaps it wasn’t just a feeling, but a fact. My stepfather had also instantly discerned that I was drawn to him.

“……I came because I had something to ask.”

As I spoke, Barque roughly stubbed out his cigar and moved with a nonchalant gait. The sound of his footsteps, thudding, registered in my heart beyond my ears.

“Did you perhaps come into my bedroom?”

He leaned against the desk, arms crossed. I slowly raised my gaze, which had been fixed on the floor. When our eyes finally met, I saw the boiling eyes, the kind I only saw in the darkness of night, impatient to pounce on me. It felt like standing before a huge beast that recognized me as prey.

“My pills are gone.”

“What pills?”

His elegant lips parted softly, and he uttered the words in a low voice. It was a nonchalant tone, as if it had nothing to do with the current situation to an outsider. But my intuition stood even sharper. The suspicion I harbored in my heart doubled.

He clearly intended to make me say it myself. Wasn’t he a man who displayed a distasteful nature in such matters?

Nevertheless, because I desperately needed the pills, I had no choice but to utter the embarrassing word in front of my stepfather.

“The…… birth control pills.”

Barque chuckled. The knowing smile was as good as an admission that he had entered my bedroom and taken the pills. If it wasn’t him, there was no one else in this mansion capable of such a thing, so my suspicion was valid.

“Give them back.”

“…….”

“Why, why did you come into someone else’s bedroom without permission…… where are they? Give them to me!”

I acted desperately, like someone with a fatal illness who would die if they didn’t take the medicine immediately. Unlike me, he merely watched me silently with his arms crossed leisurely. Even though it was a bright day, his gaze made my spine tingle for no reason, just like when we met at night.

If I had my way, I would have already searched every nook and cranny of the study. But I was afraid to intrude carelessly into the space that the man encompassed. I swallowed hard and clenched my hands.

“If you’re not going to give them back, I’ll just get a new prescription.”

Barque unfolded his arms and placed both hands on the desk. His wide-open chest was broad enough for me to lean against and still have room. Suddenly, the memory of last night, panting in his arms, flashed through my mind, making my vision dizzy. I closed my eyes deeply and then opened them.

“The reason I got rid of the pills is……”

“It means you’re not to take them, Rosen.”

The tone in which he murmured my name was truly gentle. At first glance, it might even sound like he was kindly offering something.

But the true meaning hidden within was sinister. It meant that he had no intention of returning the pills he had stolen from my bedroom, and that I shouldn’t even think about getting a new prescription. That was the simple explanation from my stepfather.

As the situation unfolded as I had feared, I sighed inwardly and tightened my gaze. Otherwise, my pupils would clearly wander aimlessly.

“If I don’t take them, will you, Father?”

“I don’t take things like that.”

Barque chuckled as if amused by my bold question, then suddenly rose and began to approach me. Since his legs were so long, when I closed and opened my eyes, he was already right in front of me.

I flinched and tried to step back, but before I could, his arm snaked around my waist.

“Let’s have sex.”

I stared at him aghast, his face inches away. The blatant words he spat out made my mind reel.

“Now.”

“Excuse me? Nigh……!”

He lifted me up lightly, as if not giving me any room to escape, and headed towards the inner part of the study. Soon, I was thrown onto the bed in the adjoining small bedroom connected to the study. Barque pinned me between his knees and loosened the tie around his neck.

Feeling the tension rising within me, I quickly tried to dissuade him.

“N, no. Please don’t……!”

The reason I had been so distraught after hearing Ergel’s words and immediately searched for the birth control pills was because I had realized their expiration date was approaching.

Having relations with my stepfather every night, I absolutely had to take them on time. But I had hidden them as much as possible, thinking it wouldn’t be beneficial if Barque found out, and since there was no one to remind me, I sometimes forgot to check the date if they weren’t in sight.

Today was almost three weeks since I had last taken a pill. So, there was a considerable possibility of getting pregnant.

“You had fun playing alone with that brat, didn’t you?”

“Fath, Father, please!”

“So let’s have some fun too.”

Only then did I realize that the man hadn’t simply brushed off the issue with Ergel.

He was furious that I had spent private time with Ergel and had reacted curtly regarding him.

The hem of my dress rode up, revealing my long, white calves. My upper body, which I had barely managed to keep upright, crumbled like a sandcastle as Barque grabbed and roughly lifted my legs.

Lying sprawled on the bed, I sullenly stared at the shadow looming over me.

He grabbed my ankle and licked his way up from my ankle bone to my calf. Hiss. A faint groan, like that of someone caught off guard, escaped my lips. Then, he wore a wry smile.

If my stepfather’s caresses became more intense, it would be too late to stop him. I struggled to get out from between his knees.

“N, no. It’s really a dangerous time for me. Preg, pregnancy. If I get pregnant……!”

“Rosen. Fucking is supposed to make babies.”

My stepfather, brushing aside my anxiety and worry, was nonchalant. We clearly shared a secret, so why was he being so unconcerned?

Wasn’t he afraid?

If I had his child, this hopeless relationship would completely fall apart. Unlike sleeping together, pregnancy wasn’t something that could be hidden with effort. Suspicious symptoms would appear one by one, and above all, my belly would swell like a burial mound.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head. Barque frowned slightly, as if a little embarrassed.

It wasn’t long before I understood what that expression meant. His thigh, touching my struggling legs, was swollen to bursting. It was so stiffly erect that the outline of his cock was visible.

“You crying is really…… it turns me on no matter when I see it.”

Barque pinned my legs down with his knees so I couldn’t escape and began to fondle his crotch. It was a dirty, self-pleasuring motion. Due to the overwhelming difference in our physiques, even though he wasn’t putting much pressure on my legs with his knees, I couldn’t move.

It was a dangerous time. I might get pregnant. I had repeatedly told him, yet he didn’t budge, making me feel like I was truly going out of my mind.

Only then did I realize that this man was truly determined to impregnate me. A cold dread solidified every nerve in my body.

“Father, are you really, really crazy……?”

“I think I’ve been crazy about you for a while now.”

His attitude of simply brushing off the stammered words I uttered with reddened eyes was truly appalling.

“D, don’t do this. Mother, Mother…….”

“Shillian is out, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

As my stepfather said, my mother had briefly left the mansion.

That’s why she hadn’t been able to attend the tea time I had promised to have with Ergel. However, regrettably, what I was trying to point out wasn’t whether my mother was in the mansion or not. I was trying to point out the fact that if I got pregnant, my mother would find out everything……!

“Hngh!”

He roughly tore off my dress. It wasn’t long before my underwear was ripped off along with it by his merciless hands. In an instant, I was naked, revealing my pale skin. I resisted fiercely, but it was a futile effort while pinned under his heavy frame.

I gasped for breath and repeatedly tried to stop him, but Barque seemed to have already lost his mind.

“It was getting difficult to leave my post anyway, so this works out well.”

“Father. Ah, pl, please……!”

The bracelet on my wrist, which he had grabbed to stop me from pushing him away, shone precariously. Perhaps because of that scattered luminescence, my mind occasionally went faint.

“I’ll have to impregnate you before I leave.”

At the harsh words my stepfather spat out, I felt the blood vessels throughout my body shrink sharply. The words that I was too afraid of the consequences to even contemplate, my stepfather uttered casually. I shook my head wildly, my eyes filled with tears. Barque leaned down close to me and gently caressed my cheek.

“We’ve matched our rhythms this much, it’s time to have a baby now.”

“What are you talking about! I can’t get pregnant. What about Mother if I have a baby? Huh? Please, calm down…….”

With a pale face, I desperately tried to stop him as he rubbed his lower abdomen insistently against my thigh. The topic of a “sibling” that Ergel had mentioned echoed in my ears like a reverberation. Facing the possibility of seeing that sibling born from me made my heart pound like crazy.

No, at this point, could I even consider that my “sibling”?

Barque rubbed my nipple, which protruded above my slip, and then bumped his lower body against mine as if simulating penetration. Then, he suddenly wrinkled his brow.

“Ah, come to think of it, I had something interesting.”

His voice, deliberately cheerful to the point of exaggeration, sent a chill down my spine. Barque fondled my breast and reached for the bedside table with his other hand. My gaze, pleading with my stepfather with a pale face, followed the end of his thick arm.

What he took out was a small bottle.

It looked like a medicine bottle, but the entire container had a reddish tint, making its identity quite obscure. He lightly opened the lid and gently tilted it to my lips, pouring the contents in.

“Ugh, ugh!”

The unidentified liquid flowed down my throat, gulp by gulp. The esophagus where the liquid had passed felt strangely hot. I didn’t want to swallow, but I couldn’t avoid it due to the grip on my jaw.

The taste that brushed against my tongue was strange. It was sweet yet strangely bitter, making it hard to grasp. Because I was resisting, the liquid flowed down my lips, making them wet, but it was clear that I had swallowed more than half of it. I hastily wiped my lips and looked at him with agitated eyes.

“What, what is this……”

“A miraculous medicine to help the first night of a married couple.”

“…….”

“They also call it an aphrodisiac.”

My stepfather’s lips curved elegantly as he tossed the empty bottle off the bed.

At that moment, my heart thumped loudly! My vision blurred as if filled with a hot mist, and cold sweat ran down my spine. Aphrodisiac. That, as far as I knew, was something that forcibly aroused sexual feelings.

A searing heat spread through my chest as if I had been thrown naked into a bonfire. Panicked, I gasped for air and reached out to quickly get off the bed. However, Barque, who had seized that hand, grabbed my other wrist as well and then picked up the tie that lay like a snake on the sheet, winding it tightly around the bedpost.

“Come to think of it, I have an urgent meeting soon.”

Just as I was frantically thrashing my legs, a strange thrill that seemed to electrify my entire body began to rise. A chilling yet dizzying sensation, as if every hair on my body was standing on end. I squirmed my lower body and stared at my smug stepfather with an utterly anxious face.

Barque patted my buttocks and kissed my cheek affectionately.

“Wait patiently until then.”

“What! Untie this, now! Ha, haah…….”

Reluctant to part even for a moment, my stepfather sucked on my earlobe before finally getting off the bed with reluctance.

Except for his indecently swollen crotch, he looked perfectly fine, as if he could go to work immediately. That’s why I was truly afraid. His perfect appearance made it feel like he would really leave me behind.

Enduring this strange sensation that was gradually creeping up from my toes without him? Just imagining it made me feel like I would suffocate, so I twisted my wrists frantically as if in a frenzy. But as always, the shackles that bound me wouldn’t come loose easily. I couldn’t tell if it was my hands or my neck that they had tied.

“Ah, Father…….”

Since getting angry didn’t work, the only conclusion was to beg.

I didn’t know the extent of the aphrodisiac’s effects, as it was the first time I had ever taken it, but judging by the heat that was already rising, it was far from ordinary. Having realized how addictive pleasure was thanks to my stepfather, I couldn’t help but feel anxious.

But Barque Estellan lightly dismissed my earnest pleas and actually left the bedroom. His receding figure shattered into dots.

Clack.

With the sound of the door closing, a true hell began, as if my entire body was on fire.

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How much time had passed?

I didn’t know. My mind had gone blank.

“Haaaah…….”

A hot breath, tinged with the heat, escaped my lips.

I moaned and tossed and turned repeatedly, like someone in pain. Since my hands were tied anyway, my movements were limited, but I had no choice but to struggle like this, or I felt like I would really lose consciousness in an instant.

When I closed my eyes tightly, I could clearly feel my heart beating faster than usual. The drug that that bastard of a stepfather had forced on me was circulating rapidly through my blood. Every joint in my body felt so numb that it was as if I were experiencing a burning pain.

I squirmed my legs with discomfort. The space between my legs, where I wasn’t wearing any underwear, was wet and sticky as if I had wet myself. It was caused by the water that had begun to flow out of my opening incessantly.

Every time I tried to relieve myself by pressing my thighs together, even if only a little, the vaginal fluid gushed out, but the heat pooling inside my body didn’t subside; rather, it grew even more intense. The drug’s effect was truly swift and powerful.

With each inhale, the inside of my abdomen tightened, and with each exhale, my thighs trembled. My vision had long been blurred by the tears that streamed down my face, and the faint nasal sounds that leaked from my lips permeated every corner of the dark-toned bedroom.

“Hngh, you, bad man…… haah!”

I cursed the stepfather who had left me in this state and barely twisted my wrist.

Hoping that it might have loosened even a little, I barely lifted my gaze, only to see the tie still tightly constricting my skin. As expected of a man who tied people up with rope as easily as eating, he was incredibly skilled in this area, enough to make one shake their head in disbelief.

My eyelids felt hot. Roughly a few minutes had passed since an insane arousal had taken over my body. Even though it had only been a few minutes, my entire body was drenched in sweat. Of course, what had soaked between my legs was definitely not sweat.

Truly, I felt like I was going to die.

This feeling of being trapped in a sea of pleasure, unable to escape, inflicted all sorts of torment on me. The frustration of an unquenched excitement, the shame of my body that was panting like a beast, the self-loathing of desperately seeking my stepfather, driven by instinct……

I tried to fall asleep, but the sensation of my abdomen contracting and my thighs clenching tightly was so vivid that sleep evaded me. Even when I tried to think of something else, everything went awry as my vision would spin and my spine would tingle sharply. The conclusion of my thoughts for several minutes was only “I want to have sex.”

After panting like a thirsty dog for a long time,

Finally, the bedroom door opened, and my stepfather appeared. Unlike me, who was utterly disheveled and a mess, he looked no different from when he had left the bedroom earlier.

“Were you waiting patiently?”

I glared fiercely at him as he immediately climbed onto the bed. If my wrists hadn’t been tied, I would have definitely slapped his cheek.

“Un, hngh, untie me. Now!”

My sharp cry was layered with an unhidden desperation. Barque didn’t even pretend to listen and spread my contracted knees apart. His naked gaze fell upon my thoroughly wet and ripe vulva. His blue eyes were slowly twisting with lust.

His knee touched my opening as I squirmed, searching for something to swallow. Startled, I then tilted my chin sharply at the feeling of him rubbing that area entirely. A bright flash of light burst before my eyes.

“Aaaahng!”

A sensation that pierced through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It was truly insane. Insanely good. Just from a light rub with his knee, my pupils clouded over, and my mouth filled with saliva—that’s how good it felt.

Enough to instantly crumble the determination and resolve I had to stop this act by even mentioning my mother if this man came.

Barque spread my thighs further apart and gently rolled his knee over them. Every nerve tingled as if an electric current was flowing through his skin, then melted away in a sticky sensation. Perhaps it was because I had endured the agonizing minutes that felt like eons, but the pleasure that suddenly arrived was as sweet as honey.

“Ah, ah, haah……!”

“Does it feel that good? So good you could die?”

With a swirling smile, Barque continued to stimulate my vulva. Pleasure erupted sporadically, and my entire body twisted as if screaming that it felt so good I was going crazy. The tears that had been precariously pooling streamed down and wet my cheeks. They weren’t tears of sadness, but tears born from a wave-like pleasure.

“My pants are already wet because of your wetness.”

“Ah, ungh, hngh. Faster, faster…….”

My brain, melting limply from the aphrodisiac, was issuing alluring commands to myself, wanting a deeper, more chilling, and dizzying pleasure.

My body had already been boiling and flushed for several minutes. Even if he had touched a healthy part of my body instead of my vulva, I would have trembled and drenched my vulva.

If only he hadn’t touched me, I might have been able to push him away and refuse somehow. But as soon as he came and intensely attacked my already flushed and wet vulva, there was no way I could resist. The fortress of reason had crumbled, leaving only a weak and honest instinct.

Barque, apparently finding my tearful moans unbearable, quickly undressed. The relaxed smile was no longer visible on his lips. I could see his thigh, which had been gently stimulating my vulva, swelling with a thick outline. He too was so aroused that his thoughts had become dull.

“Let’s have our baby.”

“Huh, haah. Hah.”

“Answer me. I’ll feed you if you answer.”

His erect cock, pointing sharply towards the sky, gushed thick, slippery pre-cum like urine. He used it as lubricant, spreading it around as he urged me on.

I shook my head, panting breathlessly. Even in this situation where my desperate desire for pleasure surged like waves, the very faint instinct that remained was blocking pregnancy.

But…… it was a futile resistance. The moment my stepfather’s glans rubbed against my greedily twitching opening, the reason that barely remained, like a thin hair, snapped and broke.

“Hah, haah, faster, faster!”

“Rosen. Answer me.”

He now gently coaxed me, rubbing his entire swollen shaft against my vulva. The precarious sensation of something so close made the inside of my chest seethe. My instinct, mixed with impatience and lust, finally swallowed the last bit of reason.

“Y-yes.”

“Will you have my baby?”

“Yes, hngh, put it in, please. Faster, aah……!”

As soon as my desperate urging ended, Barque opened my narrow entrance and thrust all the way in to the root. I felt my flesh stretch to its limit, but thanks to the fluid that had been pouring out of me earlier, it didn’t hurt at all.

Far from hurting…….

“Ahaah! Ah! Good, haah!”

The ecstasy of scratching an itch that was unbearable without touching it spread through my entire body.

“Your voice is so lewd…….”

Barque swept back his disheveled hair and thrust deeply inside. As he said, there was a wet, obscene sound from inside my vagina as it greedily squeezed his shaft. So much fluid had pooled that it was seeping out. Even that noise strangely stimulated my five senses, making my spine tingle.

Without realizing it, I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him for more intense thrusting. Barque looked at me ecstatically, like a knight admiring a goddess, and straightened his waist, beginning to pound into me from below.

“Ahn, ungh! Ah, aah!”

“Haa, today is, not a joke. The way you’re sucking me in.”

His admiration was deeply conveyed to me. Even without such admiration, I could feel so clearly myself greedily sucking and chewing on the shaft that had deeply penetrated my inner flesh.

The shame and embarrassment I would normally feel were as faint as a passing breeze today. I, placed in a parched wasteland, was greedily drinking the sweet rain of pleasure pouring down on me.

“Does it feel good? Should I poke the spot that makes you feel it the most?”

“Yeah, yeah. More, more, please. Haaang, ahng!”

I was beyond reason, completely devoured by carnal pleasure.

Barque seemed quite pleased with that and began to poke the part that made me feel the most. He didn’t forget to gently scratch the bright red clit, as if it were screaming for his hand to touch it. Every time the two most sensitive parts of my body were tormented simultaneously, I burst into tears like a child.

Lost in the pleasure that made my vision flicker, I repeatedly curled and uncurled my toes. I couldn’t tell if the inside of my abdomen, where his cock was thrusting violently, felt painful or good. Even I couldn’t control my body, which was thrashing wildly on its own.

“Aah, ahng! Ah, my, my hand hurts…… hngh, uuuhng!”

My body shook up and down, and the pain in my tied wrists became vivid. Barque immediately untied the tie. He seemed to have realized that I, crushed by lust, could no longer resist.

My swaying arms wrapped around the neck of the man who was making me writhe.

“Haa, why are you so beautiful. Huh?”

He bit my nape like a beast and let out a terribly deep sigh.

Even amidst the chaos where my mind was a mess as if someone had rummaged through it, his tender tone pierced my ears. My hazy reason returned to reality for a very brief moment, but it immediately flew away again due to the deeply penetrating cock. It was pure ecstasy.

“Because of you, I, damn it, can’t go anywhere. I’m anxious.”

He pinned my hands above my head on the bed sheet and then thrust his hips flexibly yet with clear force. His full breasts shook up and down, clearly visible even to my eyes, so it must have been even more so for him. My stepfather gazed at my nipples, which were shaking wildly as if they would fall off, and then greedily bit and sucked on them.

“Haaahng!”

I threaded my fingers through his hair and let out a long groan. Barque used his tongue to persistently dig into my nipple holes and then licked my areola, covering my breasts in saliva. The right nipple, chewed gently by his teeth, swelled slightly. He very fairly sucked on the opposite nipple as well, making it similarly swollen.

I lay beneath him and experienced several major and minor climaxes. Sometimes, just the act of his glans slipping out almost completely and then sliding back in was enough to make me reach climax and tremble.

Every time a tidal wave of pleasure threatened to engulf me, I clung to my stepfather, gasping for breath as if I would die soon.

After that, I only remember being fucked relentlessly.

I straddled him, turning my hips on my own and sucking on my stepfather’s lips, and then lay down facing away, soothing each other’s genitals with our mouths, unleashing our lust. The sheets, which had clearly been fluffy when we lay down, were now soaked and messy with the fluids we had both released.

The excitement wouldn’t die down. Just for a moment, it seemed to subside with the intense exhaustion of orgasm, but as soon as I blinked, the inside of my abdomen would become hot again, and my opening would be uncontrollably spewing fluid.

Barque slapped my wriggling opening with his palm as if scolding it for being greedy. Because the vaginal fluid that was rubbed by his palm splattered everywhere busily, I couldn’t deny his words. Even the touch that struck my vulva felt like pleasure.

Knock knock.

Lying beneath him, I dimly watched someone enter. The neatly dressed figure was none other than the butler of this mansion.

“Master, Madam has just returned home.”

Barque continued his intercourse nonchalantly despite the butler’s intrusion. He didn’t stop the act of moving his cock back and forth inside my vagina.

With my reason melted to the point of being mushy, I couldn’t react even half as sensitively as usual. I only had enough consciousness left to realize that my stepfather was covering my naked body from the butler’s view with the blanket.

“Hoo, Shillian? Dinner?”

My stepfather asked, scratching my thickly swollen nipple with his fingernail. I let out a lewd moan in time with his pounding thrusts.

“She said she would skip dinner tonight due to fatigue.”

The butler stood by the door and replied respectfully. His attitude of not showing even a hint of disarray despite the situation where my stepfather and I were having messy sex was truly commendable.

“Alright, then…… haa, relax your vagina a little. It’s too tight.”

Barque sucked on my breast and gave further instructions.

“Bring dinner for Rosen and me here. Khut, we’ll eat here.”

“Yes, Master.”

The butler returned with a tray when I was sitting on my stepfather’s thigh, shaking helplessly.

“Haa, ahng, Father, hngh…….”

Since Barque was sitting with his back to the door, my body was thankfully hidden by his large chest, but unfortunately, facing the opposite direction, I made direct eye contact with the butler.

The butler, who had maintained a businesslike attitude all along, couldn’t hide his true emotions at that moment. His eyes, looking at me clinging to my stepfather, who was my legal family, were no different from those that would gaze upon a beast.

The butler wasn’t a particularly special person in my life, and moreover, he was someone who already knew about the incestuous relationship between me and my stepfather, yet I felt like my secrets had been exposed, and goosebumps rose on my skin. A chilling sensation in my chest momentarily erased even the pleasure.

But…… that was only for a moment.

“Uhn…… ah, ah! Aah! Faster, hngh!”

“You told me to fuck you hard earlier.”

He seemed to have noticed that my mind was on the butler, and he grabbed my buttocks, suddenly increasing the speed of his thrusts.

“Haaah, ah, I’m gonna, gonna go! Hngh!”

“Beg me to cum. Hurry.”

The climax was right before my eyes. Thanks to the several climaxes I had already reached, it was as if it were no big deal, and my lips parted automatically.

“Cum, please……! Haaah……!”

I finally reached a loud climax within the butler’s sight. The inner walls of my vagina churned, squeezing and trying to pull his out.

My entire body stiffened and trembled, and then I buried my face in my stepfather’s shoulder, savoring the aftershocks. I was so out of breath that my lungs ached. He stroked my hair with his large hand and released thick semen inside me with a gurgling sound.

When I finally raised my head to try and regain my senses, the butler was gone.

But the look in his eyes as he looked at me was not easily forgotten.

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When I opened my eyes, it was already night, the sun having set.

Considering that it was only around two or three o’clock when I saw Ergel off and turned back…… I had been rolling around on the bed for hours without rest. No different from a beast. I blinked slowly, devoid of energy. The heat that had been lurking as if to swallow me seemed to have faded with the drowsiness, and I felt much cooler.

I carefully pushed away my stepfather’s arm, which lay on my waist like a lump of iron, and slowly sat up. Even this time, the man’s cock was still lodged inside me.

“Haaah…….”

My two legs, touching the floor, trembled like aspen leaves, and I almost fell over. A dinner that had been prepared for me and him was neatly laid out on one side of the bedroom. We had asked for it to be brought, but neither of us had taken a single bite. It would be more accurate to say that we hadn’t had time to eat.

After rubbing my dry face, I got dressed and looked behind me. Barque was fast asleep with his eyes closed. The sight of my sleeping stepfather was sickeningly familiar to me, and that was truly inappropriate.

As if indicating the rough intercourse, my whole body creaked while I was getting dressed, and I almost cried out. I bit my lip several times, and finally, perhaps it had burst, as I tasted a metallic flavor.

Leaving the study connected to the bedroom, I headed straight for the bathroom. The water filled in the basin was lukewarm. If I pulled the bell cord, a maid would come up immediately to help me with my bath, but I couldn’t show the state of my body, which was mottled as if bitten by a wild animal.

Barque didn’t hesitate to leave marks on my body with each act of intercourse, as if expressing his possessiveness.

To clear my head, I scooped up water and poured it over my head. What touched my hand was lukewarm, but the temperature that covered my skin was as cold as ice. A chilling shiver enveloped my entire body.

I looked at the space between my legs, which I had been deliberately ignoring all along. My stepfather’s semen, ejaculated over half a day, was oozing out sluggishly from between the swollen flesh that had been overworked. When I pushed my fingers in and scratched, the fluid flowed out in clumps with a squelching sound.

I scratched and scratched until nothing came out from inside. Then, I happened to look at my reflection in the mirror, and the sight was appalling. The sight of me, who had become family with my stepfather, mixing bodies with him, and belatedly scraping out his semen to avoid having his baby, was truly…… pathetic.

“Hiss.”

I swallowed the surging emotion and leaned my head against the wall.

I couldn’t understand why things had become so twisted. Perhaps my judgment had been wrong. Should I have told my mother when my stepfather first started touching me? So, should I have definitely ruined this marriage?

But I knew well. Even if I went back to the past, I would probably choose to remain silent. The fear of my grandfather, who had been urging me on for over ten years, was beyond imagination. So, the marriage between the man and my mother was an inevitable event that could never be resisted.

The situation of being driven to the edge of a cliff kept making me cling to regret.

Even amidst this, the image of me moaning in my stepfather’s embrace, and the eyes of the butler watching our scene like he was looking at animals, flashed quickly through my mind. The self-loathing that the aphrodisiac had covered up surged unexpectedly and shook me. All the emotions that flooded in were utterly unpleasant.

I wiped away tears with clumsy hands. All along, I hadn’t been able to tell whether my positive or negative feelings towards my stepfather were stronger.

But right now, I could clearly tell.

‘It’s terrible.’

I hated my stepfather, who put me in this situation and made me so pathetic.