The rise and fall of her breath was clearly visible through the torn dress, above the corset.

Grabbing the front of the chemise she wore underneath, he pulled it open on both sides and pressed his lips against the soft curve of her upper chest.

A warm, faint scent rose from her skin — the same gentle fragrance that had always filled his arms when he held her at night.

The moment he inhaled it, the despair and anger of being abandoned eased and a rush of burning desire took their place.

He could feel her heartbeat pulsing against his lips.

Only now did he fully register that Katarina was in his arms again.

Fendrick lightly bared his teeth against her tender skin.

“Ah!”

A gasp, tinged with a breathy moan, escaped her lips.

Fendrick’s mouth curved into a slow smile.

So even this little gesture was enough to make her react so sharply — and she thought she could walk away from him?

Fendrick gripped her corset with both hands.

With a sharp crack, the light linen-and-horsehair garment tore apart.

“Don’t… do this.”

Katarina’s voice trembled. But Fendrick deliberately twisted her words—her don’t do this—into something else entirely.

“I’ll buy you a new one, don’t worry.”

“That’s not what I—ah…!”

Fendrick cupped her br*asts in both hands. They felt soft and springy, as if his hands were melting into them. Keeping them in his hands, he flicked both n*pples at once with his thumbs.

Katarina arched her head back with a short, broken moan. The pale pink buds hardened and stood er*ect under his fingertips.

“You react like this to my touch and yet you tried to leave me.”

He pulled her br*asts together, taking both n*pples into his mouth at once. His tongue rubbed and curled around the stiff peaks.
Nnh— Katarina choked back a sound.

He bit lightly and sucked harder until she could no longer hold her breath.

“Ah—ahh…”

Her skin held no flavor, and nothing came from her n*pples, yet his tongue tasted sweetness. Drunk on it, he sucked her br*asts and muttered against them.

“I’ll make milk come out from here. I bet it’ll taste like honey.”

“A-ahh, nn…!”

“If big br*asts make more milk… then yours will be overflowing even after I drink my fill. And whatever’s left…”

His voice dropped, thick with crude heat.

“…I could use as lubricant to coat my c*ck before making the second baby.”

As he kneaded her br*asts until they lost shape and rolled her n*pples between his fingers, Katarina shuddered violently.

She shook her head, pushing weakly at him with both hands.

“No—ahh… stop…!”

But when he bit down on her n*pple again and sucked it hard, she couldn’t help but moan.

A wave of electric pleasure shot up her spine.

She had been wet between her legs for a while. She hated it, but she couldn’t deny that her body had grown accustomed to being held by him every night.

There was no other explanation for her helpless response.

Fendrick kissed her br*asts as well as her lips, and he kissed them well.

This alone was enough to make her feel as though she might climax.

The thought of his mouth between her legs made her whole body jerk and her teeth clench tightly.

‘He’s the man who deceived me and used me.’

Katarina gathered what strength she had, pushing and hitting the man sucking her br*ast hard enough to bruise.

“L-let… go of me…!”

At that, Fendrick straightened up.

For a moment she hoped he might step back, of course he didn’t. He reached under the bed. When his hand came back up, he held a ribbon the same color as his eyes.

“The shopkeeper said it was made sturdy enough not to tear or snap from most things.”

He gathered Katarina’s wrists lightly together and tied them with the golden-yellow ribbon in a neat, pretty knot.

The opposite end he secured firmly to the headboard.

“I always wondered where on your body this ribbon would suit you best. Seems it looks beautiful anywhere.”

Fendrick’s lips curved as his gaze swept over Katarina bound to the bed, dress torn open, glaring at him with defiance.

Just days ago, she had slipped easily into his arms. He couldn’t believe he had been driven to put her into this state.

“Looks like I’m the one forcing myself on you.”

He tossed the words out carelessly.

Katarina snapped back, her voice high with outrage.

“How is this not forcing yourself on me? You tied me to the bed!”

“Orders or not, you came here to steal my seed.”

He dismissed it with one sentence and began removing his clothes piece by piece.

“I always thought a man who forces a woman is a pathetic excuse for one. But if the woman in question is a maid who came to me with ulterior motives from the very beginning… well, that makes things a bit different, doesn’t it? In that case, it’s only right I serve the lady in exactly the way she wanted.”

A sneer tugged at his mouth.

He cast aside the last of his clothes and murmured.

“This is—unexpectedly—terribly exciting.”

The look in his eyes was filled with angry desire; he seemed more like a beast than a man.

Katarina opened her mouth to retort, but the moment she saw his n*ked body, she lost her train of thought.

His body was sculpted like a statue, and jutting obscenely from it was a swollen organ, already at its full, daunting size.

Even untouched, it throbbed, its veins standing out starkly beneath the flushed skin.

The tip gleamed, already wet with clear fluid.

She knew only too well the pain and pleasure that thing could bring.

Unconsciously, she swallowed.

Fendrick let out a quiet chuckle.

Only then did she realize that she had been staring directly at his arousal.

“Ah, Katarina.”

He took her chin, pulling her into a brief kiss.

“I wish you could see your face right now. At this rate, I might really be the one doing you a service.”

“Th-that’s not…!”

Katarina shouted, her face turning red.

“Not what?”

Fendrick slipped his hand inside the torn, hanging fabric of her dress. His hand slid over her br*ast, her waist, her lower belly and lower still. Every place he touched made the fine hairs on her skin stand on end.

His hand reached between her legs without hesitation and brushed lightly over the soft, parted flesh.

“Hhn…”

Following the path he had traced downward, Fendrick dragged his middle finger back up and Katarina felt clearly how her own wetness streaked along her skin with it. Even that single, light touch had soaked his fingers.

“You’re anticipating this much.”

He brought the hand that had travelled up her body to her lips and pushed his finger past them.

The slick, faintly tangy fluid coating his finger smeared across her tongue.

With her hands bound, Katarina was unable to push him away properly and ultimately ended up sucking his finger.

Looking down at the woman sucking his finger, Fendrick licked his lips. Once her tongue had sufficiently coated his finger, he pushed it into her.

It slid in smoothly.

A finger was nothing new for her, but Fendrick knew exactly where she would feel it most. He pushed deep, found a spot, and rubbed it in slow, tight circles.

“Ah! Ahh…”

When her body clenched around him without her permission, Fendrick laughed and bent his head low to whisper into her ear.

“You chew on my fingers this sweetly, and what are you pretending for?”

Katarina hated how faithfully her body responded to this man’s touch.

Desperately trying to steady her breathing, she glanced at the table beside the bed. She knew exactly what was inside the closed drawer.

Fendrick noticed where she was looking, and his touch became rougher immediately.

Panting, Katarina pleaded.

“Then… then take the medicine—please… take it…”

She no longer needed or wanted to get pregnant. She had no intention of staying with Fendrick.

Having a child would make escaping impossible.

“Why would I?”

“J-just… just enjoy it like you always do—ahh…!”

Suddenly there were three fingers thrusting into her.

Katarina sobbed as her legs drew together.

“No, Katarina. You got angry because I took that medicine. Angry enough to leave me.”

Fendrick forced her thighs open again and rolled her cl*toris with fingers slicked with her own arousal.

“Don’t hold back. This is your chance to have me for real. If you planned to sleep with me and run, isn’t this the least you should do?”

“…Ah!”

Katarina’s body trembled as she came lightly, a broken whimper escaping her lips.