Silvio shook his c*ck, exhaling a rough sigh. The pre-c*m sprayed on Rosé’s round forehead. And occasionally, the trembling gl*ns struck her forehead.

“Suck the other side too. Slowly… Ah, f*ck.”

Silvio tilted his chin and groaned. The tingly sensation felt good. His balls felt warm in her mouth, seeming like he was about to c*m.

Silvio’s strokes quickened. Pre-c*m splashed up to the glass window as he rubbed his c*ck quickly. The reddened gl*ns twitched.

“Bring your face here.”

Rosé’s hair was unexpectedly grabbed. The moment Silvio looked up at her, his s*men poured out like a gushing stream.

On her forehead, temples, bridge of the nose, philtrum, both cheeks, and lips. With every breath, the strong scent of his c*m emanated.

“Ugh…”

“Open your mouth. I need to squeeze the c*m.”

Swish. Silvio’s c*ck entered between her c*m-smeared lips once again.

The last drops of c*m shot into her throat. It went down her esophagus without giving her a chance to swallow. After squeezing his gl*ns a few more times, Rosé could finally free herself from Silvio’s grip.

“Cough, huh, cough!”

Rosé tried to expel the c*m she swallowed by alternating between dry heaving and coughing. But the c*m had already gone down to her stomach a while ago.

Silvio nonchalantly pulled up his pants and fastened the button. Aftercare was too much, for someone who’s just a substitute for m*sturbation.

“Now leave.”

“Y-Your… Your Grace…”

With her face covered in c*m and tears, Rosé clung to Silvio’s leg. She had no intention of giving up on her pitiful performance until the very end.

But he withdrew his foot, as though she were like a beggar on the street. Rosé, unable to balance herself, fell with a thud.

“It’s best you clean your face before leaving. I don’t want your husband to find out.”

Silvio tidied up his appearance and threw a handkerchief above Rosé’s head with a smile.

Picking up the handkerchief that he dropped, Rosé stood up with her weak body.

〈SYSTEM〉 Your stats have changed due to the target, ‘Silvio Ramford (S-tier)’
Stamina +18
Charisma +16

A prestigious medal earned after a brutal war. But now, her only problem was dizziness due to the lack of oxygen.

Rosé hastily wiped off the c*m with trembling hands and escaped the room. At that moment, even though he pretended not to, Silvio’s agitated bones trembled.

Silvio, who plopped down on the sofa, groaned softly. Rosé’s presence wouldn’t fade away. She was both detestable and lovely. His longing was always followed by anger.

On the day she fled, he felt the same way.

—Yes…I fell in love with you. Your Grace.

— I love you, Silvio.

Love.

Because of that damn emotion, he lost his late wife. He resented his beloved wife, who chose love over an eternal contractual relationship.

Silvio also desired passionate love. But he chose his wife instead of the prisoners of war who entered his tent. This was the price he paid for making such a choice.

Perhaps he expected to receive that love from Rosé. The love that he hadn’t received or given to that woman.

When they intertwined their bodies, when she rushed towards the demon for him, and when she couldn’t regain consciousness.

That trembling and anxious feeling made Silvio think that it might be love.

But not anymore.

“Stupid…”

Silvio couldn’t be sure if it was love or lust.

* * *

Rosé’s life deteriorated soon after.

She’s being used as a substitute for m*sturbation, so she had to spread her legs whenever Silvio wanted.

When she cleaned his room, when she had meals, when she rested in her private lounge, Rosé was always prepared to offer her body whenever Silvio called for her.

Every time they had s*x, Silvio ej*culated inside her as if he was hoping she would get pregnant.

As a result, her body emitted the smell of c*m all day long. Yet, she didn’t have time to clean herself.

Whenever Rosé wasn’t in sight, Silvio would go crazy and shout, and every time that happened, Rosé had to be escorted by the other maids to Silvio’s room.

If she was even slightly late, Silvio would beat her. Thighs, armpits, calves, palms, and b*ttocks. After a little over two weeks, Rosé’s body was covered in red whip marks.

It was the same this morning.

Drip, drip.

She was simply pouring tea into a cup. Being extremely careful so as not to spill any on Silvio’s hand.

But before she could fill the cup completely, her hand slipped. She bit her lip and tried to endure it, but in the end, the tea spilled on Silvio’s gr*in.

He gave her an irritated look. While scolding her, he inserted his finger into her v*gina.

“Huh!”

“You get w*t just from me touching you? I clearly told you to hold it.”

Although he told her not to moan and not to feel anything, Rosé had already reached her limit. It was because her lower body had been touched constantly while she was pouring tea.

His thick finger forcibly widened her entrance. The insides of her v*gina stretched as her juices dripped down. Silvio’s palm was drenched in her dripping fl*id.

“Drink it.”

Silvio said as he wiped his hand on the cup. Her sticky juices swirled like honey on top of the tea. Yesterday, it had been his c*m, not her juices.

Rosé tightly closed her eyes and swallowed the tea. She didn’t leave any behind like yesterday; otherwise, she would be punished. She didn’t want to irritate him even more.

“You should receive punishment for your mistakes.”

As Silvio finished drinking and cleaned the cup, he slowly stood up from his seat, smiling.

Rosé instinctively kneeled with both knees after hearing the word ‘punishment.’ Silvio stroked her head as if he were dealing with a well-trained dog.

“Today, let’s decide where I’ll hit you.”

A slender cane was in his hand. The day before, it was her b*ttocks, and the day before that, her calves. Before that, it was her palms and armpits. Now, there was only one suitable place left to hit.

“Answer.”

Silvio pretended to stroke Rosé’s hair while pulling it back. Rosé trembled and complied with Silvio’s expectations.

“P-Ple… Please hit… my… my chest. Master…”

“Expose your chest.”

Rosé pulled her blouse down below her chest. Her br*asts popped out, and she held the chunk of solid fat in her hands. The pointed bump stood towards Silvio.

He pressed the n*pple with the end of his walking stick, sneering.

“Ah, ouch!”

“Did you get excited at the thought of it?”

“Master, ah!”

“When I tell you to pour tea, keep your n*pples er*ect. When will you come to your senses?”

Crack!

The cane grazed the sensitive flesh of her er*ect n*pples. The area that was struck immediately turned red and swollen.

“I clearly said…”

Crack!

“Don’t go around with your n*pples exposed.”

Crack!

“Anymore.”

Crack!

“I expected.”

Crack!

“You to be more cooperative.”

Crack!

“Will you ever come to your senses?”

The quivering lump of flesh turned pale with red streaks. Silvio continued to taunt her er*ect n*pples with the end of his cane, lightly tapping it.

“Lift your n*pples properly.”

“Ye, yes… sob, sob!”

As soon as she lifted her n*pple, his palm landed on it. He forcefully squeezed and twisted it. The n*pple flattened, then shook from side to side. Crack! Crack! Her br*asts were repeatedly struck from both sides.

“Haa, ah, aaah!”

“Damn it, turn around.”

He hastily untied his pants and revealed his er*ect*on. It was still grotesquely er*ect, just like when it scratched his p*ssy last night.

His large hand grabbed Rosé by the hair and dragged her to the window. Her milk-filled br*asts pressed against the clean glass.

They were only on the second floor. Someone passing by outside would see her exposed br*asts.

“Master, please… I don’t want this… my br*asts, sob, people can see it.”

“Why? Are you scared your husband will see?”

“Master, please, I beg you.”

Reluctantly, he spread her b*ttocks, and his p*nis entered her. It immediately reached below her womb, causing her lower abdomen to stick out. Her inner walls felt cold and numb. It was because of his incessant pounding from the previous day.

“Ah, it hurts. Master, sob, please be gentle…”

“I find it funny every time you ask me to be gentle. Regardless of how it happens, you’re happy as long as it’s done, isn’t that right?”

Silvio fiercely thrust his hips while spanking her b*ttocks. The recoil caused her n*pple to hit against the cold glass.

“Ah, aaah!”

Silvio’s words were correct. Despite the rough s*x and his oppressive orders, her body continued to respond.

“Master, ah! Rosé’s v-v*gina, sob, is hurting…!”

“For f*ck’s sake, didn’t I tell you to keep your hole wide open? I’ve been telling you from the beginning.”

Crack! Crack!

A large hand slapped her b*ttocks several times, and with each hit, the area below became sticky as her fl*ids split like spider silk.

Silvio grabbed Rosé’s hair and forcefully thrust deeply. The rough veins of his c*ck scraped against her walls without mercy.

“Ah… Ah… Ah, please, Master, I can’t… Huh… I can’t…”

“For f*ck’s sake. You’re twitching inside, I told you not to… Huh… Khk!”

Silvio continued pounding like a wild animal. Despite not being someone inexperienced in s*x, it was always like this with him. He attacked her like she was some kind of abandoned object.

“Master, someone’s here… They’re watching us… Aahng!”

“Shut up and concentrate on getting f*cked.”

“Ah… Ugh!”

Whether the gardener was watching their affair or not, it wasn’t his concern. He wanted to impregnate her deep inside.

The image of Rosé’s swollen belly made Silvio’s er*ect*on stand firm. The rough, vein-covered pillar penetrated all the way up to her c*rvix.

Kwoong! He forcefully pushed through, as if forcefully forging a path into her womb. Rosé’s eyes rolled back.

“Ha… Aaaaahng!”

Rosé’s heels rose during the explosive cl*max. The gardener managed to catch a glimpse of Rosé’s er*ect n*pple.

“No… No! Hnng… Who’s watching Rosé’s n*pple… Aahng!”

“Khk!”

Silvio’s trembling b*ttocks, firmly implanted to the hilt, quivered. His s*men began to mix with the copious fl*ids that flowed like a river.

The ejaculations continued for a long time. Despite its distance, the amount of s*men was as abundant as ever. Clumps of s*men fell along his c*ck. The sticky mucus that clung to his p*nis dripped down.

“Clean up after me.”

Silvio commanded, pulling his sagging p*nis upwards. After ej*culating, he occasionally demanded that Rosé clean up his c*m.

His c*m was more than other men, so it always made his p*nis dirty. As if she were accustomed to it, Rosé dropped to her knees and began to diligently lick the base of his c*ck.

“Hmm… The way you suck my c*ck is truly amazing.”

His flaccid p*nis quickly regained its strength. His s*men dripped like his urethra was leaking. Meanwhile, Rosé cleaned his t*sticles thoroughly.

Damn it. Silvio, unable to control himself, forcefully thrust his p*nis into Rosé’s mouth.

“Wooong!”

“Take it all the way down your throat.”

The slippery gl*ns slid past her palate. Rosé, as she learned from Silvio, pressed her lips tightly, narrowing her throat.

His massive er*ect*on crawled up her throat, scraping against it. Now, Rosé knew how to hold back the urge to gag.

“When I pull out, open your mouth. Khk!”

With a long, intense thrust, his s*men shot into her throat. The second ej*culation went smoothly, without any stickiness or coughing.

“Hooh… How much did you get?”

Silvio casually asked, using his hand to sweep across Rosé’s v*gina. He sensed it during their oral play, that her tender p*ssy was damp.

He inserted three fingers in one go, as if rewarding her. Without even thrusting a few times, he lifted her legs, and she reached her cl*max.

“Aahng… Ah… Huh!”

“You have to pee in moderation, damn it.”

He firmly slapped her w*t p*ssy with the palm of his hand. The plump l*bia quivered and trembled as more l*quid poured out.

With each consecutive org*sm, Rosé was lost in ecstasy. He lightly tapped Rosé’s cheek with his palm, asking her to regain her consciousness.

Knock knock.

At that moment, they heard a knock. He squeezed Rosé’s br*asts and nonchalantly said,

“Come in.”

“Master, please let her go!”

Silvio, who had restrained Rosé from showing her n*ked body, smirked. The person who entered was none other than Ethan Gredean.

After seeing Rosé’s body covered in s*men, Ethan froze in shock. His fist trembled with humiliation and anger.

“Your Grace… Wh-why…?”

“Weren’t you here to get that?”

Silvio gestured towards the letter in the drawer. Although Ethan briefly glanced at the letter, he couldn’t take his eyes off Rosé’s n*ked body.