A Hero Saves With Her Body - ✿ dusk blossoms ✿

i actually didn't do any revision... but i'll be updating this soon. feb or march 2025 :)

“He was the one who came to fix the furniture. I was only in the room. Master.”

You shouldn’t play dumb or give irrelevant answers to Silvio’s questions. In the past, she didn’t understand what was being said and ended up in the hardcore zone for eight days, drinking only bread and water.

Silvio had a guard stationed at Blue Rock. Sometimes she could bribe her way out of trouble, but this time she couldn’t because she was short on money. Perhaps the guard reported to Silvio that her master had visited.

“You didn’t see him coming out through the front door.”

“He must have gone out through the back door. The front door is broken.”

Silvio smirked as if he found it amusing. Did she think that such lies would work?

“Come here.”

Rosé hesitated as she put her foot on the sofa. Silvio pointed to the floor with his tongue.

“Crawl.”

Rosé hesitated, but when she saw Silvio’s fierce expression, she eventually knelt down like a dog. Silvio stared at Rosé’s trembling chest and slowly unbuttoned his pants.

“Get ready to be whipped.”

Silvio, choosing the most painful whip, tapped the armrest of the sofa with it. When she made a big mistake, she would place her chest there and receive the whip.

Rosé hesitated in front of him with her skirt rolled up. The whip he held was made of alligator skin, with a hard and rough tip. If he hit her chest with it, she wouldn’t be able to wear a corset for several days.

“Master, Rosé made a mistake. Please forgive Rosé.”

Rosé knelt down and begged with her hands. Silvio casually watched and then pointed to the armrest with the tip of the whip. Lift your chest. It was his final warning.

In the end, she undressed without a word of complaint. According to the rules, she was not wearing underwear. She crawled onto the sofa and placed her br*ast on the armrest.

His indifferent gray eyes looked down at her. In this room, Silvio always looked at Rosé with those eyes.

Eyes that did their best not to get hurt, eyes that promised never to miss anything, but eventually turned into eyes that seemed like they would kill her someday.

“Master, how many lashes will you… uh!”

“Three.”

The whip rose sharply and struck her br*ast. There was more force behind it than usual. His anger had exceeded normal standards.

“I said three lashes.”

“Ah-huh!”

A thin red line was carved above her swollen br*ast. The frightened n*pple stood er*ect without being touched.

It seemed like she was being cute, asking not to be hit because she could suck him. Silvio chuckled.

“Ah-ah! Three!”

“Speak nicely. You know the rules.”

The whip struck repeatedly at her br*ast. Rosé bit her inner cheek to stifle a scream.

“Seven… uh!”

“Hands behind your back.”

Silvio didn’t like it when his posture was disturbed. He said it wasn’t a sign of respect for the disciplining master.

Rosé writhed in pain and straightened her body, clasping her hands behind her back. Silvio’s whipping intensified.

“Fifteen… uh!”

Rosé’s focus was blurred. Her whole body was covered in sweat, her chest full of red marks, and bruised. It was blotchy and red.

In the midst of all this, Silvio pressed his n*pple with determination at the end of his whip. When Rosé’s body trembled again, he pressed down harder as if he wouldn’t tolerate it anymore.

“Fifteen… uh!”

The whip persistently aimed at her n*pple. Snap! Snap! The n*pple was struck until it swelled with milk surging out. The n*pple swelled and grew twice its usual size, pinched and tingling like it had been gripped by tongs.

The whipping stopped at thirty times. Dozens of red lines were drawn on her swollen br*asts. It was in a sorry state, tattered.

“Gather your br*asts.”

“M-Master…”

She knew what Silvio was about to do. He was trying to insert his p*nis between her wounded br*asts and move. Rosé nodded slightly to indirectly express her reluctance.

“Please…”

“Rosé.”

The sound of heavy footsteps. His dry gaze fell on her forehead. Being called by name in this room was not a good sign.

Rosé timidly looked up at him. When their eyes met, his hand flew.

“Listen to me.”

Her head flew to the left. Rosé placed her hand on her bright red right cheek. It was hot. This was the first time she was slapped as part of the punishment.

Her chest shivered, and a tremor ran through her whole body. As long as she was in this room, she was a thorough weakling.

A serving girl who could be hit at any time and who could be violated at any time. If she says she’s growing with excitement, would she be crazy?

Rosé quietly supported her chest. As soon as she gathered her br*asts, something wrapped in a shell rose along the middle. It went down, then up, and his pre-c*m spread over the grooves, stinging the wounded areas.

“Hooh…”

He intentionally clawed at her br*asts with his nails. His p*nis moved slowly up and down. The sh*ft, tightly wrapped, was peeled off, revealing its reddish veins.

“Ugh, Master…”

She wanted his c*ck. Not to squeeze it with her chest, but to eat it through her hole. But she couldn’t reveal her desires. If he knew she was taking pl*asure in this, she would face even greater punishment.

“Master… It hurts… Ugh!”

His gl*ns quickly descended between her br*asts. As the friction increased, her br*asts turned red and w*t.

As she continued to whimper, Silvio clicked his tongue, grabbed the n*pple, and pulled it straight. He grabbed the nub of the n*pple and twisted it round and round like he was wringing a cloth. A moan involuntarily escaped her.

“Moan.”

“Master… Ah… Ahh…”

She shouldn’t frown in pain. She had to cry and moan loudly to make him c*m. His p*nis moved up and down, the foreskin wrapping and unwrapping his c*ck.

Soon, his urethra wriggled and spurted out a thin stream of l*quid. His cl*max was imminent. He pulled the n*pple with all his might and came on her breastbone.

“Khk!”

Rosé extended her tongue and flicked it around his urethra. Even as she licked, a viscous clump of s*men oozed out.

It tasted corrupt and bitter. When Silvio began smoking the cigarettes that he had quit, his c*m always had an unpleasant taste.

“Master… I’ve finished.”

Rosé opened her mouth for inspection after cleaning. His finger suddenly entered her mouth.

“Gulp… Huh…”

She involuntarily gagged, and then suddenly her hair was grabbed. In that state, she was roughly dragged to the bed. Silvio pushed her away roughly and picked up a wider whip.

“Hold your p*ssy open.”

Her discipline session was not over yet. Trembling with anticipation, Rosé tore apart her p*ssy from left to right. Silvio laughed at the sight of her twitching v*gina. It was a chillingly low laughter.

The sound of the whip cutting through the air was heard. Rosé tightly closed her eyes. Huh! The hard leather struck her l*bia majora.

This time, she didn’t count the number. The whip struck relentlessly one after another. Thwack, smack, thwack! It lashed at the quivering flesh from her p*bic area to her perineum.

“Ah! Oh! Master… Ugh! I’m sorry!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Rosé… Uh… I met another man… Ahh!”

The whipping stopped. Silvio looked at Rosé’s tear-streaked face and smirked. This wasn’t the first time he caught her being unfaithful.

She always left Silvio’s side to find another man. In a year of their relationship, all he gained from Rosé was despair and obsession.

She could leave him at any time to start a family with another man. This fact made him see himself as a villain.

“You’re w*t now. You don’t need lube.”

Silvio, holding the whip in reverse, smiled as he spoke. Startled by the hard handle touching her p*ssy, Rosé stood up abruptly. But for a moment, her shoulders were roughly pressed down. When she resisted, her b*ttocks were whipped.

“Ugh!”

“Rosé, if you act up one more time.”

Shwish. The handle end stirred up the c*rvix and pushed into the hole.

“I’m going to put it all the way in. Remember that.”

“Ah!”

A thick finger tapped her upper abdomen. It seemed like a warning that he could go this far. Without lubrication, the leather handle entered her belly. Her v*gina reluctantly widened as it accommodated its shape.

“Master, uhh, Rosé did wrong, sob! I did wrong.”

“I’ll say it again, if you don’t tell me what you did wrong, I won’t stop.”

The handle turned round and round, telling her to behave properly. Rosé clenched her b*ttocks and gasped. Water flowed down to her rear hole through the perineum. She didn’t think she could endure it any longer.

“Master, huh, Rosé, let another man in secretly… uh… into the room.”

“I knew.”

Silvio felt self-loathing surging. He knew she occasionally slept with other men. Although he knew, he had never pressed her to the end.

He was afraid it might actually happen. That’s why he was scared she might leave.

Her infidelity was his greatest pain. There were times when he had decided to part ways with Rosé. He even thought he hated her.

But in the end, he couldn’t let go of Rosé. He couldn’t give up the love that came to him for the first time in his life.

Discipline was his only solace. Before accepting Rosé as his wife, it was also the last pl*asure he allowed her.

“Master, I’m sorry. S-sorry.”

“It’s okay, Rosé.”

Silvio removed the handle from her hole and aimed his own. He embraced her like he was handling a young bird, and slowly inserted his c*ck.

For a moment, her expression brightened. Did she think she was forgiven?

Smiling indifferently, Silvio grabbed her neck with one hand and gradually exerted force.

“Ugh, Master…”

“In the end, you will come back to me like this. Isn’t that right?”

Even if she doesn’t come back, I’ll make her come back. Rosé nodded in fear at Silvio’s sardonic smile. The hardened c*ck delved deep inside her.

As her cl*max approached, it became difficult to breathe. Her mind became hazy. At the moment when her consciousness was about to fade, he released her neck and swallowed her lips.

“Uh, hmph…”

“I love you, Rosé.”

When she felt like her belly was about to explode, she slowly closed her eyelids. His affectionate voice stuck with her until she fainted. It seemed he was watching her beyond consciousness.

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