When she was alone, Grace could never let her guard down. The only time she felt truly safe was when she was with others, especially her husband.

She knew she was relying on him more and more, but she couldn’t help it. If she let her guard down even for a moment, Cajetan might take the opportunity to crush her again. 

“The weather is lovely today.”

“It really is.”

Grace replied, offering a faint smile as she lifted her teacup. Tea time with her husband had become a rare source of comfort. His every considerate gesture and gentle word felt perfectly timed, like an impeccably crafted performance designed to ease her worries. 

“Your Highness, may I have a moment…?” 

An aide quickly approached Velenus, leaning in to whisper something urgent. With an embarrassed smile, he put down his teacup and stood. 

“I’ll be back shortly,” he said reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be long.” 

Grace hesitated, torn between offering to go with him or agreeing to stay behind. It was broad daylight and they were in the middle of the garden, surrounded by watchful eyes. No matter how bold Cajetan might be, he wouldn’t dare make a move in front of so many witnesses. 

“All right. Come back quickly,” she said with a bright smile, waving her hand casually. 

“My apologies, Your Grace.”

“That’s all right.”

As her husband walked away, engrossed in conversation with his aide, Grace watched his retreating figure with a quiet sense of longing.

When he was out of sight, she let out a soft sigh, her smile fading as the unease crept back in. 

‘There’s nothing to worry about.’

It was in the middle of the garden, after all. And everyone knew she was having tea with Velenus, so Cajetan wouldn’t dare approach her here.

Relaxing her stiff shoulders, she picked up a biscuit and popped it into her mouth.

As the biscuit crumbled with a crunching sound, a large hand clamped over her mouth.

“Mmmpf!”

She tried to scream, but the muffled sound barely escaped her. She didn’t need to look to know who it was.

The heavy, suffocating scent. The hard chest pressing against her back. And the ragged breathing. It all came back to her vividly, as if etched into her very being.

“Mmmpf! Mmmpf!”

“Sister-in-law, did you really think you could just keep running away and everything would be fine?”

A shiver ran down her spine as the man dragged her into the shade of the trees and boldly lifted her skirt. Grace’s eyes widened in shock.

The more she struggled, the more her dress was pulled up, exposing her even more despite her efforts to resist.

“Ugh, uh.”

She scratched Cajetan’s hand, but the minor injury didn’t seem to bother him. Instead, his grip tightened. The sound of her underwear ripping filled the air.

“Are you aroused? Huh? You’re so wet already.”

With a small chuckle, his fingers slid between her legs.

“Ahh!”

The more she twisted her hips, the deeper he went.

“Do you like being forced? Or was your time in bed with your brother not so satisfying?”

There was a click, followed by something large and hot pressing against the inside of her thigh. Grace’s breathing became ragged.

Even though she knew that fighting alone wouldn’t let her escape, she couldn’t just stand still.

“Huh, haah!”

Cajetan’s p*nis thrust between her already soaked thighs. Her eyes widened in shock. Outside, in a place where everyone could see, she was having s*x with her husband’s younger brother.

“Ahh, ugh!”

She panted, forgetting even to scream. Grace’s hands gripped the rough wood tightly. The force driving into her from behind made her feel as if she might collapse completely.

“Ugh, haah… ah…”

The rough movements continued, so intense that her heels instinctively lifted off the floor.

‘I… I didn’t know it would be like this.’

Her mind was a chaotic mess. She had no idea how to have s*x in such an animalistic way.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to stifle her moans, but the rough scraping sensation against her inner walls made her lips part involuntarily.

“Ahh, ugh!”

“Ha… It seems your husband really can’t satisfy that lewd body of yours, can he?”

“N-no… that’s not true… I don’t want this… ahh, no!”

No matter how hard she shook her head in denial, she couldn’t hide her dripping, soaked p*ssy.

Grace’s moans mingled with the obscene wet sounds. Sweat trickled down her bare shoulders and every time the breeze touched her skin she was reminded that they were outside.

“Haa… ahh, no… please…”

“When I thrust deep inside you, the way you tighten so much, does your husband know about this too? Hm? Sister-in-law.”

“Ugh… ugh…”

Cajetan forced her legs apart and thrust inside her, continuing to call her “sister-in-law”.

Grace gasped desperately as she clung to the tree with all her strength. Each time he thrust hard from behind, the insides of her thighs trembled uncontrollably. The pleasure made her vision blur and spin.

His thick p*nis pushed mercilessly against her inner walls, its blunt tip rubbing roughly deep inside her. His hand, which had been teasing her slick, wet entrance, gradually moved lower, caressing her small, sensitive nub.

“N-no, stop… I don’t want this… ahh…”

The more she struggled, the deeper he went, and the more she begged him to stop, the more the pleasure burned into her body.

Grace grabbed his hand, but Cajetan didn’t stop. His fingertips teased the swollen spot, rubbing it before pressing down hard and giving it a pinch.

“Ugh, ahh…”

Her legs trembled uncontrollably, on the verge of collapsing, but her body, impaled on his thick p*nis, could only sway helplessly under his control.

She couldn’t stop her body from racing towards climax. In just one night together, Cajetan had come to understand her body better than her own husband ever had.

Instinctively she kept muttering “No, stop” but Grace found herself coming closer and closer to climax.

“Ah, no, I can’t, no…”

“Sister-in-law, you’re squeezing so hard. Do you want my sperm so much?”

“No… that’s not it. Please… ah, ahh!”

Her vision blurred and her p*ssy tightened. She could feel the spasms of her inner walls as they trembled uncontrollably. As if in response, Cajetan let out a ragged breath and thrust deep into her, releasing his s*men.

“Ah, ah……”

“Haa…….”

He let out sticky breath on his sweaty neck and slowly pulled his p*nis out.

“Ugh.”

He exhaled heavily against her sweaty neck, his breath warm and sticky as he slowly withdrew his p*nis.

Grace collapsed where she stood, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her whole body was trembling from the lingering aftershocks of pleasure and the heat in her flushed cheeks was almost burning.

Cajetan, who had already adjusted his clothes, helped her to her feet. As she leaned weakly against the tree, his hand moved to lift her skirt again, prompting a feeble attempt at resistance.

“No…”

“Do you want to sit down covered in s*men again? I like that better.”

“Ugh!”

Cajetan wiped away the leaking s*men with a handkerchief before smoothing her skirt again. Still dazed, Grace let his hand guide her as if nothing had happened.