Chapter 11

The sensation of rough bumps could be felt as their saliva mixed together.  

At that moment, Rivera recalled a memory she had forgotten.  

– You’re so beautiful, I feel like I’m going crazy.  

The memory of the night she spent with him briefly came back to life.  

Adrian had rarely complimented her beauty. At best, he would say she was “decent.”  

“Do more.”  

She felt that if they continued, she might be able to recall what had happened that night.  

This time, it was Rivera who tried to take control and push Adrian down.  

“What? Really?”  

The sound of servants walking outside the door could be heard.  

The tension inside the room heightened.  

“Oh-ho.”  

Adrian showed interest in Rivera’s frozen expression.  

Rivera stiffened with nerves. Like a mischievous child, Adrian seemed to enjoy the situation.  

Rivera, feeling anxious, grabbed his shoulders firmly.  

“We… We can’t get caught, you know that, right?”  

“I know.”  

“…You know?”  

What kind of answer was that?  

Adrian flicked the tip of Rivera’s chest lightly.  

“Ah…!”  

“In this situation, do you think we can avoid being caught?”  

Embarrassed, Rivera covered her chest with both arms and backed away. Adrian raised both hands, signaling her not to be wary of him.  

“Whether we get caught or not depends on you.”  

“…What do you mean?”  

“You cried so much in my arms that night. You cried so loudly that all the servants in the residence couldn’t sleep.”  

“L-Liar!”  

Rivera instinctively raised her voice before quickly covering her mouth. She then whispered softly to him after confirming the maids weren’t coming.  

“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”  

“It’s true. So if you don’t want to get caught, it’s not me who needs to be careful—it’s you.”  

Moments later, Rivera realized he was right.  

“How does it feel to stand like an animal on all fours?”  

She didn’t know. She couldn’t think of anything.  

Adrian said it was punishment for forgetting their first night and ordered her to crouch like an animal. Feeling genuinely sorry, she complied, but it left her feeling defeated.  

‘I absolutely can’t let Mom and Dad find out….’  

Her parents were asleep downstairs, filling her with guilt.  

As her focus kept slipping, Adrian noticed and gave her a punishment.  

“What are you thinking about right now?”  

He raised two fingers like hooks and pushed them inside.  

“Th-That’s… Ahh!”  

Creak, creak—the movements were rough. Her upper body collapsed, but her hips couldn’t lower because of his hands. He scratched deep inside her, violating her again and again. Every time he brushed against her cl*toris, her body jolted as if struck by lightning.  

She reached out to stop his actions, but her hands were tied behind her back, and she was violated even more aggressively.  

“Haa… Wait… Wait…”  

Not wanting others to hear, she covered her mouth with one hand to suppress her moans.  

“No. I’m not satisfied yet.”  

Adrian slipped his hand between her legs and started rubbing furiously.  

Creak, creak.  

Every time his fingertips touched her, her body trembled uncontrollably.  

“Ahh…!”  

“You can’t say tomorrow that you don’t remember again. Right?”  

“No. I’ll remember… I’ll remember… Ahh!”  

He pushed his fingers into her mouth. Pressing against the inside of her tongue, it felt as if he would push into her throat, and she blocked him with her tongue.  

“You’ll remember? How can I believe that?”  

When his saliva-soaked fingers stabbed deep into her throat, Rivera squirmed and begged him to stop. But his arms that restrained her showed no sign of letting go.  

“Don’t resist. You even forgot that you gave me oral that night.”  

When did I ever!  

Even though she had lost all her memories, she thought she couldn’t have done something like that. Rivera protested that she had never done such a thing, but he pushed his p*nis all the way in.  

“…!!”  

Shocked, Rivera inhaled sharply, and Adrian soothed her with a gentle voice and a smile.  

“If you keep resisting, you’re the only one who will suffer, Rivera.”  

Her grip tightened on the edge of the pillow. His thrusts grew faster, incomparable to earlier.  

Could I really have done all this while drunk that night?  

Rivera regretted deeply that she couldn’t remember anything from that night. Every time he moved his hips, he penetrated deeply.  

Thrust.  

“Ah…!”  

With repeated movements, fluid leaked below her hips.  

“How does it feel, Rivera?”  

Lost in pleasure, Rivera could no longer think of anything else. She breathed heavily and felt the sensation of him scratching the sensitive area inside her.  

“Just five more times.”  

Eventually, he quickened his pace and released his seed inside her.  

He intended to make sure she could never again say she had forgotten.  

‘I want to make every part of you mine.’  

Even if it meant selling his soul to the devil.  

* * *  

The next day, morning came to the Iaron Earldom.  

– Why haven’t you left yet?  

– Why would I leave? I haven’t even confirmed whether you remember last night.  

– You can confirm that later, you idiot!

Rivera had gone to wash up. After ensuring the maids wouldn’t enter the room, she locked the door and sternly warned him.  

– You absolutely can’t come out! Got it? 

Adrian lay on her bed, quietly passing the time.  

“When will she come back?”  

[If Dad finds out I let a strange man in, he’ll kill me.]  

The Earl of Iaron cherished his daughter deeply. He was known to be a doting father, and since he wasn’t particularly skilled, he felt guilty for not being able to provide more for her.  

Among the nobility, many viewed their daughters as mere possessions, but he was an exception. This was one of the reasons why Adrian held him in high regard.  

By now, the Bartman Ducal House must be in chaos because their lord hadn’t returned until sunrise. He had said he would leave briefly, but he hadn’t departed from the Iaron Earldom by morning. They might want to come looking for him, but having seen him scale the walls, they likely hesitated to act rashly.  

Basking in the sunlight, Adrian rolled onto his side and lightly tapped the pillow Rivera had slept on, muttering softly.  

“If she’s forgotten again, she’s truly impossible.”  

For him, it was an unforgettable second night, but for Rivera, it was her first. That disparity saddened him. Although fragments of her memory seemed to return, they hadn’t fully come back.  

“Honestly, she’s always unpredictable.”  

That was part of why he liked her so much.  

Adrian reminisced about the day he first met her. It was when he was thirteen years old.  

[Why are there so many handsome men here? Oh my god! That guy over there is exactly my type! If I were just five years older… Ugh! What a shame!]  

What could he say? She was a girl obsessed with marriage.  

That was his first impression of Rivera. She had been so fervent in chasing after her ideal men that she couldn’t sit still for even a moment.  

Watching her was amusing, but she always seemed to get caught up in strange incidents.  

Creak—  

Just then, Rivera cautiously opened the door and entered.  

Thud.  

With her forehead pressed against the closed door, water dripped from her hair.  

‘What’s the maid doing? Why didn’t she dry her hair?’  

Adrian sat up and grabbed the towel draped around her neck, untangling her damp hair to dry it.  

“Hic…!”  

Startled by Adrian’s sudden approach, Rivera turned around like someone caught stealing.  

“Why did you come back so quickly? You had enough time to dry your hair.”  

As he gathered her wet hair and combed it with his fingers, her smooth nape was exposed. The kiss mark he had left the night before became visible, causing Adrian’s heart to flutter.  

Maybe it was because he had bitten her, but the mark was too faint. It would disappear soon, ensuring no other man could see the traces he had left.  

“It’ll be gone by tomorrow.”  

Rivera flinched and turned to glance at him before hesitating.  

“Can I kiss your neck?”  

“N-No!”  

Covering her neck with both hands, Rivera looked at Adrian with trembling eyes.  

“Wasn’t last night enough for you?”  

“No. Not nearly enough.”  

Right now, Rivera was thinking of words like “pervert,” “scoundrel,” and “beast.”  

“You’re insulting me again.”  

Caught in the act, Rivera twitched nervously and awkwardly moved toward the vanity. Adrian followed her closely, sticking by her side, making her feel uncomfortable.  

“You know, do you even realize that you’re dating me?”  

“Hmm…”  

“What kind of answer is that?”  

Rivera sighed as she looked at Adrian through the mirror on the vanity before turning to face him.  

“Haa. I’ll be honest. I still don’t know. I don’t know if you really like me or if dating you is the right choice.”  

“Don’t you remember last night?”  

“No, I remember it clearly.”  

She met his eyes directly to confirm the truth. He couldn’t understand her reasoning.  

“Then what’s the problem?”  

Rivera answered calmly. What she was most curious about was his feelings.  

“I want to date someone who truly likes me. But you’ve never shown that kind of affection.”  

“You’re saying I’ve never shown that I like you?”  

“Isn’t that true?”  

He was dumbfounded.  

“You’re the only one who doesn’t know. Only you.”  

“…?”  

“You’re the only one who doesn’t realize that I like you.”  

Her two close friends had already figured it out, but the person in question remained oblivious.  

“This is ridiculous. You think I haven’t made it obvious? Have you ever seen me smile at anyone else? Have I ever shown kindness to anyone else?”  

“…Um?”  

“Surely you’ve heard people say that they don’t understand why the Duke Bartman acts differently toward you.”  

“That’s because we’re friends.”  

“There’s no such thing as friendship between men and women. And have you ever seen a friend be as devoted as I am?”  

“…Well, no.”  

“Why do you think I agreed to the barbarian subjugation mission?”  

“Because I asked you to.”  

“And why do you think I listened to your request?”  

“Because we’re friends… No, that’s not it. If it were me, I wouldn’t have done it.”  

She hadn’t realized something so simple until now.  

“Most importantly, I’m not the kind of person who would spare an imposter wearing my stolen clothes. Especially if it were a friend—I would’ve punished them even more harshly.”  

“Gasp.”  

He hadn’t wanted to bring up that incident, but given how the conversation was progressing, he felt he had no choice but to say everything.