Chesterfield Mansion: The House of the Man Who Hates Me - Chapter 21

Even then, the foolish female body kept tightening, seemingly trying to push out the male member. Not realizing how welcome that movement was to the invader.

Izer savored the force squeezing him and sneered. Words came out intermittently between his rough breaths.

“You don’t have the right, ugh, to say no to me, Lian.”

“Ahh!”

“Now and in the future……!”

Izer hadn’t consciously uttered these words. If he had known what he was saying, he would have pondered their meaning carefully. But right now, he was drunk, marinated in pleasure, and raging with the desire to conquer, so he had no mind to attribute meaning to words spoken in the heat of the moment.

The most important thing to him now was how to maximize this sensation. The man who had been thrusting in one position slightly bent one leg.

As soon as the position changed, a cry of pleasure escaped the woman’s mouth.

“Nngh……!”

It seemed that even a small twist had stimulated her sensitive spot. Celian also seemed surprised by the sound that came out without any restraint.

Perhaps feeling fear at the lustful gaze looking at her, once again her vaginal walls tightly squeezed his shaft.

“Huh.”

Now he too was nearing his limit. Izer lowered his head and overlapped their lips.

His soft tongue explored the inside of her cheek before entwining with her tongue. The strong pull felt like a signal for her to dig in, but Celian refused.

At that, the kiss became even more violent. It was hard to breathe with the kiss that seemed to suck in her breath. The woman who had been giving her lower part to him and being pounded started to struggle.

The man raised his left hand and firmly pressed down on the tied wrists. The movement of his hips thrusting also sped up.

Celian’s eyes widened, anticipating what was about to happen. Her fixed arms uselessly resisted against the strong grip.

“Mmph, mmph!”

But in a situation where she couldn’t even push away his lips, let alone his body, it was impossible to refuse his actions.

She felt a warm liquid spreading inside her belly. Only then did the man who had been persistently biting and sucking her lips and tongue separate his face. His lower part was still lodged inside her.

Celian exhaled and looked down at her belly in a daze.

“How… how……”

Izer had never ej*culated inside her before. It had always been for Celian’s sake. But today, no, from now on, there was no need for that.

Izer chuckled. Celian’s eyes were changing in real-time. Her bewilderment faded, then she realized the reality and was terrified, and now she showed resignation.

The man moved his hips slowly a few more times before withdrawing his body. His member, covered in a mixture of s*men and love juices, slipped out of her. The state of the sheets, though not clearly visible in the dark, was likely similar.

He turned around and picked up the clothes scattered messily on the floor. Although he would change into the black robe he wore to sleep as soon as he returned to his room, he only turned towards Celian after perfectly tying his tie in this narrow room.

Thud, her freed arm fell limply downward. Whether she had turned over or fallen asleep as she was, he didn’t know. Izer Chesterfield had no need for the kindness to check on a woman he had s*x with.

More precisely, it was a luxury. The man closed the door without looking back.

* * *

She didn’t want to encounter other maids if she went out to wash at this hour. Giving up on washing, as she was struggling to put on a negligee over her n*ked body, new footsteps appeared outside her room door.

Before she could get up to close the door, another intruder entered and looked down at his friend’s daughter with blue eyes.

Her neck and arms were exposed on the blanket she hadn’t managed to pull up. His gaze swept over the red marks left all over the neck of the woman who could be his daughter, then stopped on her face full of tear traces.

Celian pulled the blanket closer to her body. Trying to cover her neck with her hair, her voice was hoarse as she asked.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“You’re making a big deal out of offering your body once.”

“It went as you wanted.”

“What I said was about that child’s heart, not a single f*ck.”

“……”

Tears flowed down Celian’s cheeks.

Although body and heart are separate, she knows. Izer Chesterfield’s actions in seeking her out as soon as she showed her old appearance indicate that he has already fallen into the trap.

And Harris knew this fact too.

“It doesn’t seem that difficult. He’s already starting to waver towards you.”

“……”

“It seems like he’d fall for you even if you just sat still and smiled brightly… Isn’t it a losing business?”

There was nothing in Harris’s words that she could deny. Unable to contain her anger, Celian spat out words.

“You’re disgusting.”

She hadn’t yet given up hope for Izer. She hoped that even though he was twisted and broken, there would be at least some trace of the man she knew in his nature.

From that perspective, what Izer had done to her tonight wasn’t entirely his own will. It was her fault for appearing before him in the form he had loved, the fault of the gathering that forced him to drink so much, and the fault of the one who had insulted the man of noble character.

So Celian couldn’t hate Izer or plunge him into further despair. Although her body had no strength, she squeezed out all her power to utter words.

“Do whatever you want. Contact William if you want to. I’ll just die and be done with it.”

Harris stared at Celian.

Marcotti’s daughter was more straightforward than he had thought. He thought they weren’t just ordinary acquaintances, but it seems this woman had liked his adopted son more than he had imagined. To still try to protect that bastard even with reddened eyes and a body that looked as if it had been written all over with ‘I’ve been through a terrible ordeal’……

It twisted his guts. Celian’s reaction provoked him. Was he supposed to just watch Izer receive such sacrificial love from the woman he loved, a love that Harris himself had never received from a woman he loved?

‘Absolutely not.’

And unfortunately for Celian, Harris had the most effective weapon to subdue her. Harris hid his emotions and replied shamelessly.

“Yes, if you die, you’d be at peace. Your father found peace that way too.”

“……!”

Her drooping eyes widened. Harris nodded his head as if pitying the greatest victim created by Marcotti Berienne’s suicide.

“I understand. You want to escape reality. Having seen such a father, you know how easy it is.”

My, my, it’s been six years since Marcotti died, but it seems his daughter still hasn’t escaped from her father.

Is it just her father? Harris mused.

“Only your sister will be pitiful. Losing her father, and now her only sister too….. Even Doctor Owen can’t look after her forever.”

The veins stood out on the back of her hand gripping the blanket. As expected, Celian was sensitive about her sister. Harris, noticing the agitation brought on by Beth’s existence, drove in the final nail.

“William would probably like your sister who resembles you too. It’s not particularly disadvantageous to me if you die.”

As he spoke, elation welled up from within. It was because he noticed her anger captured in real-time in the eyes facing him. Hatred is like a double-edged sword. Hating someone also requires extreme emotional expenditure.

He felt satisfied, as if he could see the blood flowing from the heart of this girl who looked at him with eyes that seemed to want to kill him.

Celian hurled an insult at the hypocrite who was gazing at her with a pleased expression.

“You’re insane…… Are you even human?”

Beth is only eleven years old. How could he think of selling an eleven-year-old to Winston, how could he have such a terrible thought.

But Harris just shrugged his shoulders.

“The price of her body would be much lower than the debt I paid off for you. There’s no way I could be dissatisfied, right?”

“……”

Celian bit her lip. Her lips, already half-bitten by Izer, bled immediately even though she only bit them a few times.

“I’ll give you three months.”

Harris left without waiting for an answer. As she closed her eyes, Celian was certain. This time, what awaited her was not drowsiness, but a blackout.

If she was going to lose consciousness anyway, it would be good if she never opened her eyes again. She fainted.

* * *

She had wished for death, but her eyes opened. While thinking her life was quite tenacious, it was also natural. People aren’t so fragile as to die just from being r*ped once.

Although it might kill the heart. Empty eyes stared at the curtained window. Judging by the light coming in under the curtain, it seemed to be very early dawn.

“……”

The woman put on clothes. Today, she was allowed to go out.

Before meeting Beth, she needed to wash first. Fortunately, it seemed she wouldn’t have to show the messy traces in the shared bathroom as it was still before the maids woke up.