Grace touched her throbbing cheek, the stinging pain grounding her in the bitter reality of her situation.

“I’m not crazy.”

She repeated firmly, pressing her fingers into the bruise until the pain brought tears to her eyes. The pain reminded her that this was real.

Everyone else believed Cajetan’s tears, but Grace saw them for what they were – nothing more than an act.

He cried because it was what was expected of him, not because he was truly grieving.

The realisation that not even a day had passed since Velenus’ death chilled her to the bone. In a matter of hours, she had been branded a madwoman, while Cajetan was seen as a grieving brother.

Grace watched the endless procession of nobles for a moment before drawing the curtains.

‘I need to leave.’

Her husband was dead. What was a foreign princess, now widowed, to do? Grace sat heavily on the edge of the bed, her face worn with exhaustion.

There were no children between them, and their marriage hadn’t lasted long. Surely they would send her back to her homeland.

Especially now, when she was being treated as if she were insane. Why would they keep a supposedly mad foreign princess around?

‘Forget it all.’

Forget all about Cajetan as if nothing had happened. If she played the part of the quiet, obedient widow, another proposal might come her way. Or she could live a peaceful life beside her sister, who had ascended to the throne. It wouldn’t be such a bad fate.

Grace curled up into a ball.

As she lay on the bed, thoughts of her husband surfaced, only to be replaced by the unwelcome image of Cajetan.

It had been her marital bed, yet he had entered it without hesitation, taking her as if it were his right. Her bitten lips still stung, the taste of blood lingering faintly.

“Haah…”

She let out a long, tired sigh and tried to push the memories away. As soon as the funeral was over, she would leave. There was nothing more to think about, nothing more to bear.

‘It was just a terrible dream.’ she told herself.

It was easier to accept that than to dwell on the horrors she’d faced. Grace touched her bruised cheek gently, her fingers brushing the tender skin, and closed her eyes.

Then she heard it – a metallic click.

Her half-closed eyes fluttered open. Was it the Queen again? Had she returned, perhaps ready to believe her this time?

A faint hope stirred in Grace’s chest as she pushed herself halfway up the bed, only for the door to open.

“…Ha.”

A breath she hadn’t realised she was holding escaped her lips. Standing in the doorway was Cajetan.

“Murderer.”

Grace spat, pronouncing each syllable with deliberate venom.

Cajetan closed the door behind him and strode purposefully towards the bed.

The shiver that ran down her spine made her instinctively back away, but he was faster, closing the distance with unsettling ease.

“Sister-in-law, you look so pitiful, unable to attend my brother’s funeral, drowning in your grief.”

“Get out… get out!”

She grabbed anything within reach – a cushion, a pillow – and threw them at him, but they did nothing to stop him.

“How tragic.”

He said mockingly, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Murderer. Trash.”

“Is that all?”

Her breathing quickened again, her chest tightening with fear.

“When you insult me, it’s almost… exciting. Go on, say more.”

His long fingers gripped her chin, forcing her face upwards. Grace’s lips parted slightly as if to speak, but no words came out.

“Murderer.”

She had nothing else to say, nor did she want to say anything else.

“I thought you’d be cuter cursing me. What a shame. Is that the only insult you know?”

“…”

“How pathetic.”

Cajetan’s fingers lightly traced the bruise on her cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. The slight pain made her grimace, and when she tried to push his hand away, he gripped her wrist tightly.

Instinctively, she knew what he was up to. This deranged man planned to use her again, even on the day of his brother’s death.

“Let me go!”

Grace thrashed against his grip.

“I have come all this way to comfort you in your grief, sister-in-law. You should be grateful.”

“I don’t need it! You murderer, you-mmph!”

Her protest was cut off as his lips captured hers. This kiss was slower, more deliberate than before. His tongue explored every sensitive corner of her mouth, swallowing the breaths she struggled to catch.

His free hand gently caressed her unbruised cheek, brushing back her hair as if he were being tender.

Grace shivered as she felt his p*nis press hard against her abdomen. Her whole body tensed, shaking with fear and disgust.

Her husband’s body hadn’t even been laid to rest and his brother was already claiming her as if she were a prize to be taken.

As I was about to bite my tongue, Cajetan slipped away first. He burst out laughing.

“Your habits have worsened.”

“You killed him.”

“What makes you think that, sister-in-law? It was just a tragic accident.”

A voice, as if meant to be overheard, flowed out with exaggerated politeness. He lifted her skirt without hesitation and looked between her legs.

The grief that had been visible before Velenus’ body was nowhere to be found.

“Tight down there is fun, but up there is dangerous, you know.”

Cajetan chuckled as he opened Grace’s mouth and inserted his finger. The marks where she had bitten her lip were faint scars.

“Tell me the truth.”

He pushed his finger firmly into her hole. She stared at the man in silence. The truth was already known, but she needed to hear it from his mouth.

“My brother is already dead. What’s going to change, sister-in-law?”

“You killed your brother! Ugh!”

“My brother is dead, and what am I supposed to do about my sister-in-law biting her finger in such an obscene manner?”

His fingers stroked her inner walls, eliciting a familiar pleasure. Every time Grace tried to push him away, Cajetan suppressed and crushed her with such familiarity.

“Ah, uh… … .”

Her body, already so used to it, accepted everything he gave. Grace gasped and shook her head.

The lid of the coffin containing her husband’s body wasn’t even closed yet. So what was this?

“No, haaak! No, no, no. Ah!”

“You won’t be able to taste my brother’s d*ck that you liked so much.”

With a soft chuckle, her br*ast was pressed firmly against the bed. Cajetan, holding her arms tightly behind her back, lifted the hem of her black dress.

Her b*ttocks, unusually white, were fully exposed. The area between her legs, already soaked, held the heat.

“This place is mine now. Do you know that, sister-in-law?”

“No… ugh!”

He rubbed the entrance gently with the tip of his p*nis, then thrust his c*ck hard inside.

The throbbing inner walls tightened and clung to him as if welcoming his invasion. Her stomach tickled and felt hot.

Grace clenched her teeth. Her mouth opened and she moaned as she felt the sensation of him slipping out and then coming back in with a thud.

“Th-that’s enough… ha… ha… enough. Ah.”

“You say it’s enough, but your face is completely limp. Sister-in-law.”

“Cajetan whispered mockingly, then grabbed her chin. The scene before her shook violently.”

The pleasure spread to her toes as she felt the sensation of being dug in and the inside of her waist tightened. Every time she felt a hard p*nis pressing deep into her p*ssy, her mind went blank.

“Whew, yeah… …”

She wore a black dress to her husband’s death and had a casual affair with his younger brother.

Grace’s eyes reddened. Why? Why has it come to this? Isn’t the man raping her now the same man who killed her husband?

Her whole body trembled every time the thick p*nis scratched roughly inside her.

To feel the pleasure, Cajetan thrust hard several times, the inside throbbing and tightening. Each time the bed creaked, the overflowing love juice made a squelching sound and soaked between her legs.

“Ha… Sister-in-law.”

The tightly gripped arm was released, but even the thought of escaping was dispelled. Every time Grace let out a sobbing moan, kisses fell on her sweat-soaked shoulders.

Beneath the black dress, her flushed body was a deep shade of red. Cajetan, as if nothing else mattered, bit into her shoulder without hesitation, tugging at the tender skin.

Crimson marks were scattered across her pale complexion. The hand that unfastened the strings of her bodice found its way to her hardened n*pple.

“Hngh, ah!”

Her back trembled under the forceful kneading of her br*asts and the sharp pinching of her flushed n*pples. Grace took shallow, panting breaths.

With every tightening sensation in her body, she felt every part of Cajetan. The pulsing heartbeat through bulging veins. The hard p*nis thrusting deep inside her. Even the sticky texture clinging to her inner walls.

Grace’s hands gripped the sheets tightly. The more she struggled to escape, the more Cajetan’s every detail seemed to be delicately etched into her body.

Even as she bit her lip to anchor her hazy mind amidst the pleasure that pierced her thoughts, she couldn’t stop her body from racing towards climax.

“Ha, haa, ah, ugh…”

Her entire body shook uncontrollably, drenched in sweat. Cajetan’s tongue traced the length of her neck, lingering around her ear.

She couldn’t tell if the wet, crunching sounds were coming from below or right at her ears, leaving her in a state of confusion. Grace panted heavily, unable to resist the inevitable climax that was drawing her closer.

“Sister-in-law.”

The voice calling her “sister-in-law” to the very end sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the satisfaction in his moan, echoing deep in his throat.

“Hngh, uh…”

His p*nis, which had been slowly withdrawing, suddenly plunged deep inside her in one swift motion. Her mind went completely blank in an instant.

Her hands, clutching the sheets, shook uncontrollably. Her inner walls clenched in spasms, her p*ssy throbbing with an aching intensity.

The pleasure was so overwhelming that everything else seemed to fade away, leaving her unable even to moan. Bright flashes danced before Grace’s eyes.

“Even though your husband is dead, your body is still so lustful, sister-in-law.”

The low, laughing voice brought her faintly back to consciousness, her thoughts hazy and scattered.

“Ah, no… Haah, ugh!”
“Not ‘no.'”

Cajetan let out a faint chuckle before thrusting roughly into her again, swirling and thrusting inside her. A sharp moan escaped as the lingering waves of pleasure surged again.

Tears streamed steadily down Grace’s cheeks, her body betraying her feelings as it eagerly accepted the overwhelming sensations.

Cajetan pressed his lips firmly against her tear streaked cheek.

Pain and pleasure intertwined, leaving her mind confused and on the verge of collapse. Grace screamed like a wild animal, consumed by the relentless rhythm.

Throughout the slow, persistent and merciless encounter, more intense than ever, no one came to find her. No one came to save her.