Overwhelmed by the relentless waves of pleasure, she found herself lost, unable to gather her thoughts.

Her nails clawed at Cajetan’s back again and again, leaving red marks, but he seemed unfazed. In fact, the sharp sensation only seemed to spur him on, making his thrusts even rougher and more demanding. 

“No, no… please, no. Hic…”

“I will fill you until your belly is completely full. I’ll soak you so thoroughly it won’t even compare to what he’s given you. Don’t rush me, sister-in-law.”

“Please, please…”

Grace quickly grasped the meaning of his coarse words. Gasping in disbelief, she shook her head, but Cajetan only continued his rough, relentless thrusts, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing loudly through the room. 

Her body responded to him, almost involuntarily. Her inner walls tightened around him, trembling uncontrollably with every movement. She knew she had to get away. 

To be with her husband’s younger brother was a betrayal beyond reason – to let him finish inside her was unthinkable. 

Every time Grace tried to pull away, Cajetan pulled her back effortlessly, his movements unyielding. It felt as if he was claiming her completely, reaching her very core. 

“Ahh…”

Grace struggled desperately, summoning all her strength, but the more she resisted, the more she felt his p*nis fill her completely. 

“Please, please…”

No, that couldn’t happen. It was unforgivable. To betray her husband by being with another man – and for that man to be her husband’s younger brother – it was all a complete mess, an irreparable disaster.

“Ah…”

With a lazy breath, Cajetan pushed himself all the way in, grinding and rubbing deep inside her. Her vision went white and her body jerked uncontrollably.

“Sister-in-law.” he murmured in a quiet voice as he reached his climax. Grace’s entire body shook violently. Pleasure and guilt mixed in a chaotic mess with his c*m inside her.

“Ah…”

A hot moan escaped between her lips. As tears streamed down her cheeks, Cajetan leaned forward and licked them away with his tongue.

“You didn’t think it would end with just one, did you?”

“W-what…”

“Do you think my brother can only get hard once in front of this sinful body?”

At these words, Grace slapped him with all her strength, the sharp sound echoing loudly.

“I’m the type that gets aroused by being hit.”

Cajetan said with a grin as he grabbed her wrist. By then he was hard again.

“Ah!”

His thick p*nis plunged deep into her p*ssy, slick with the mixture of their fluids.

“The night is long, sister-in-law.”

Grace froze at his words.

As he said, the night was horrifyingly long.

***

“It was a dream. A terrible, terrible dream.”

Grace opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. It really was horrible. How could she have dreamed of having s*x with Cajetan?

She ran her fingers slowly over the sheets. If the dream had been real, they should have been damp from last night’s events. Instead, they were dry and clean.

“Haah…”

Why did her throat feel slightly hoarse? Perhaps it was because the dream had felt too real.

Slowly, blinking, she sat up, and it was then that she felt a dampness between her legs.

“Huh?”

What could it be? Grace wondered if she had done something embarrassing in her sleep, but the moment her eyes opened she froze in shock. 

The substance pooling between her legs was unmistakable – s*men.

Its slippery texture, faintly fishy smell and cloudy appearance left no doubt. 

Staring blankly at the sticky liquid on her fingers, the realisation hit her like a thunderbolt and she let out a piercing scream. 

“Kyaaaah!” 

“Your Highness? Is something wrong?” a voice called, followed by a knock on the door. 

The sound brought her to her senses. She remembered that she had locked the door, and relief washed over her – there was no way anyone could get in. 

But the thought of someone seeing her like this sent a cold shiver down her spine.

A wife, alone on the night her husband was away, now tainted by the evidence of another man – the very thought filled her with fear and shame.

“No, no… it’s nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Your Highness, please open the door.”

“J-just a moment. It’s all right, really.”

Panic set in as Grace frantically scrambled to get a handkerchief to wipe away the sticky evidence pooled between her legs. She changed into a fresh pair of underwear, but no matter how much she cleaned herself, the slippery liquid continued to trickle down, its relentless presence making her shudder. 

The sheer volume stunned her, filling her with a deep sense of shame and discomfort.

She opened the window to let in some fresh air, trying to dispel the fishy smell that filled the room. The handkerchief and stained underwear were hastily shoved into a corner, out of sight.

“Your Highness.”

Grace glanced quickly around the room to make sure everything was in order before cautiously opening the door.

“It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t look well…”

“I’m just having trouble sleeping without my husband.”

Grace replied, hoping to sound convincing.

“That must be because this is the first night you’ve slept alone since you arrived here.”

“Yes…”

The maid entered the room and Grace’s heart pounded in her chest. Was the scent still in the air? Would the maid notice the bundle of soiled linen tucked discreetly in the corner? Or worse, would she find evidence of last night’s ignominious encounter? 

As the maid began to make the bed, she asked casually.

“Would you like to sleep a little longer, Your Highness?” 

“I think… I should.”

Grace replied weakly, avoiding eye contact.

“Let them know I’m not feeling well and will be resting.” 

“Understood.” 

Grace staggered back to her bed, her legs barely supporting her. 

“Shall I call a doctor for you?”

“No.”

Grace said firmly, lying down and pulling the covers over her shaking body. 

Her mind was a storm of confusion and shame. It wasn’t a dream. The events of the night before were real. She had been with Cajetan. 

A dull, throbbing headache began to set in as the weight of the truth settled on her shoulders, choking her with guilt and despair.

‘How?’

‘How had he got in? Why had he done it? And why had she…?’

No matter how many times Grace asked herself, there were no answers. Cajetan had always been a mystery, someone she couldn’t quite understand. 

With trembling hands, she carefully lifted her nightgown and looked down at her body. 

“Ah…” 

Her breath caught in her throat. Her br*ast was a mess. Bite marks marred her delicate skin and her n*pples were swollen, red and tender from the relentless attention she had received. The sight made her face burn with shame, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. 

‘Does he not care if Velenus notices?’ 

The thought sent a wave of panic through her. What would her husband say when he saw her body like this? The thought filled her with dread.

If she told him that Cajetan had entered her bedroom and forced himself on her, would he even believe her? 

Grace bit down hard on her lip, the sting grounding her amidst the chaos swirling in her mind. Fear and shame consumed her, leaving her paralysed and unable to think clearly. 

He revealed his animal nature only to her, but to others he carefully maintained the facade of a “good” and virtuous man.

Who would they believe?

The new crown princess, accused of infidelity so soon after her marriage? Or Cajetan, the cherished son and loyal brother who had spent his entire life earning the trust and admiration of everyone around him? 

The answer was painfully obvious. She couldn’t let anyone see her body – not until the visible evidence of his actions had faded completely. 

A feverish heat began to spread through her as the gravity of what had happened finally sank in.

The shame, the violation and the helplessness overwhelmed her and made her body tremble. The truth of it all pressed down on her, making her head throbbing. 

“Haah…” 

Grace exhaled shakily and pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. Her skin felt searing hot, as if her body was melting away, dissolving into the sheets beneath her.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the crushing weight of her despair, but the memory of last night was impossible to escape.