He sat her down at the tea table and leaned down to plant a light kiss on her lips.

“Cool your cheeks, sister-in-law. And don’t make such a lewd expression as if you’ve just reached your climax.”

For a moment, the shame she had momentarily forgotten surged through her, making her face burn hot.

When she raised her hand to slap Cajetan, he caught it firmly. As if nothing had happened, he lifted a strand of her golden hair and planted a kiss on it.

“Sister-in-law, have you ever considered the possibility that you may be carrying my child?”

“What?”

Grace’s eyes widened in shock. The thought hadn’t even occurred to her. She had been too overwhelmed by the trauma of the attack itself, and after that her focus had been on hiding the traces of what had happened.

When she froze, he gave her a mischievous smile.

“Your husband doesn’t go as deep as I do, does he? And he certainly wouldn’t take you like a beast.”

“…”

“Grace?”

Her husband’s voice called from the distance.

“Sister-in-law, I enjoyed it too. I thought just one taste would be enough, that I’d be fine after that. But… it seems I’m addicted.”

“What are you…?”

“Are you all right, honey?”

Grace remained silent.

“Oh, it just seemed like sister-in-law was feeling a bit lonely, so I thought I’d go and have a chat with her for a moment.”

“…”

“She still don’t seem to like me. In that case, I’ll say goodbye. Sister-in-law.”

Feigning politeness, Cajetan turned and walked away. Grace clenched her fists.

“Honey,” her husband said, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. She flinched at his touch, unable to stop her body from reacting. She could still feel the phantom sensation of something large buried deep between her thighs. The lingering pleasure made her blush even at his calm, harmless touch.

“There might be a child.”

Grace pressed her lips together. Why was this man doing this to her? Why was he dragging her down into this abyss? Her stomach churned.

“Nothing… nothing happened.

“You don’t look well.”

“I’ll go back to my room.”

As she rose from her seat, acting as if nothing had happened, she felt the s*men she’d thought she’d wiped away trickle down the inside of her thigh.

Grace bit her lip hard. Afraid her husband would notice the dampness between her legs, she had to push his hand away when he offered to join her.

‘I must be going insane.’

Whether it was Cajetan or Grace herself, neither seemed to be in their right mind.

Her thoughts became increasingly confused and chaotic.

***

Had he simply found it difficult to cross the line? Or had Grace unconsciously desired him?

After the first time Cajetan embraced her at tea time, it didn’t stop. Again and again he dragged Grace into secluded places.

An empty, unlit room. Behind the long, flowing curtains. Between the garden hedges.

Even in Cajetan’s room – or their marital bedroom – he was relentless, and Grace didn’t seem to know how to push him away.

“Ahh, ugh!”

She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan, but the deep, relentless thrusts forced her lips to part involuntarily.

“Sister-in-law, looks like you’re getting used to my c*ck now.”

“N-no… ahh, ugh!”

The moment she shook her head, the thick p*nis inside her walls stirred. Her fingertips, resting on Cajetan’s shoulder, trembled violently.

“Please… let go, haah, hic!”

“But your lower mouth is still clutching tightly, as if it wasn’t satisfied yet. What are you saying, sister-in-law?”

The voice whispering the vulgar words was filled with sticky, lewd undertones.

The more Grace struggled, the deeper his p*nis dug into her. The wet, crunching sounds echoed around the room.

“Please… sob, ahh…!”

Tears welled in her eyes and Cajetan traced his tongue along the corners of her eyes.

Each time the sticky, slick p*nis burrowed deep into her p*ssy and then withdrew, her entire body shook uncontrollably.

A sticky liquid trickled down the inside of her leg, barely holding her to the ground. The leg wrapped around the man’s waist was also shaking. Feeling as if she might collapse at any moment, Grace clung to his shoulders.

“Huup, uh…”

Their lips met and his tongue entered her mouth. Cajetan swallowed all her gasping breaths and moans as he gently bit down on her trembling lips. His tongue slowly teased hers, pulling her towards him, the sensation of his teeth nibbling sending a shiver down her spine.

“Ah, sob.”

“You don’t bite back anymore, sister-in-law.”

He whispered between heavy breaths, his words sending a deep blush across her face.

It was as if he was mocking her, as if to say, “You resisted before, but now you’ve decided to accept.

Just as Grace tried to push his shoulder away, their lips locked again.

“Mm, mm…”

Shrieking, obscene sounds echoed loudly. With every movement of Cajetan’s hips, Grace’s breath caught and came out through her nose in ragged gasps.

“Haa, mmgh!”

Her hands, resting on his shoulders, trembled weakly. As her toes curled and her insides tightened, Cajetan thrust roughly into her. His thick p*nis, buried deep inside her, released another spurt of c*m.

“Ha… haa…”

Grace pressed her forehead against his shoulder, trembling as she let out a warm sigh. The p*nis that had stirred her deep inside, as if spreading its s*men along her inner walls, slowly withdrew.

Her back arched at the sensation of the sticky, lukewarm fluid trickling down the inside of her thighs.

As always, Cajetan used a handkerchief to gently wipe between her damp legs. Whether intentionally or accidentally, each time he brushed against her heated, sensitive flesh, her insides clenched tightly, causing more of the s*men to spill out.

“Don’t make such a lewd expression.”

He let out a soft chuckle, lightly tapping her cheek. Grace’s face flushed. At any other time she might have run away or pushed Cajetan away, but this time she stood still.

Curious at her uncharacteristic reaction, he lifted her chin and asked, “Or is it because once wasn’t enough for you, sister-in-law?”

“How lewd.”

He whispered as he leaned in to press his lips against hers. As their heated breaths mingled, Grace turned her head away.

His soft, warm lips landed on her cheek instead. Cajetan’s tongue flicked out and licked at the tears streaming down her cheek.

“Stop it now.”

“……”

He froze.

Panting heavily, Grace tried to push him away. Of course, she couldn’t even get him to take a step back.

“It’s… it’s enough. Please…”

Every day felt like she was on the brink of death. Every moment was a precarious balancing act, terrified that someone might notice.

The more she got used to s*x with Cajetan, the more dull and lifeless her nights with her husband became. She loathed herself for constantly comparing the two.

“Why? It feels good, doesn’t it, sister-in-law?”

“I hate it…”

“Isn’t there a saying for moments like this? That the body doesn’t lie? Why not? After being filled by me, are your nights with him no longer satisfying?”

His cutting words struck a nerve, flooding her with shame. Grace’s face turned deep red.

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

His mocking tone made her bite down hard on her lip.

“When I push it so deep you can barely breathe, you pant and cry like a baby.”

“……”

“Even with tears streaming down your dirty face, you move your hips so lewdly.”