The Young Lady Sold to an Old Noble

In noble families, daughters were used for economic gain or to raise the family’s status.
Rosaline was no different.
Especially coming from a rural, undistinguished family, she had no other options.

So marrying Earl Balzac, who was fifty years old, had already had two wives, and had grown sons,
was a misfortune but also inevitable for her.
Her mother even called it a luxury.

Until then, Rosaline hadn’t realized.
She thought she was simply being sold off.
But on the first night, she understood.
This marriage was indeed a luxury.

* * *

The Earl’s hips, for a man in his fifties, were surprisingly firm and lifted high.
His beastly thighs were thicker than Rosaline’s waist.
He was obviously stronger than most young nobles.
When Earl Balzac moved his hips with purpose, Rosaline’s delicate body shook mercilessly.
Her creamy, ample chest bounced like liquid.

“Ohh, huh, hngh…!! S-stop…!!”

Rosaline cried out like an animal under intense pleasure.
His fullness withdrew almost completely, then quickly drove back in, scraping and pressing against her inner walls.
Every time the Earl entered, Rosaline felt her lower belly bulge.

“Ha, delicious. How long has it been since I tasted a virgin? Mm.”
“Aah, ha, haah, ooh…!”
“But it’s fine, Young Lady. I never play around unless it’s with my wife… I’ve abstained until now. Now that we’re married, heh… I’ll love you every day like this.”
“Haah!!”
“Still, Young Lady, or rather, my dear, you’re young. Aren’t you curious about other men, too?”

Rosaline’s tears came from sheer physical sensation.
The pleasure overwhelmed her mind.
Every time the Earl’s fullness struck her womb, clear fluid spurted from her urethra.
Not only the Earl’s length, but his thick, bristly hair was soaked with Rosaline’s juices.