“It’s a suggestion.” 

 He deliberately paused in his speech. Both he and Izer knew what had caused the biggest change in this man who, until a few months ago, would never have appeared so disheveled. 

 If he just handed over that one thing, this man would take his side. 

 “Since I allowed Your Grace to keep the woman you want by your side, there’s no need to make me your enemy any further.” 

 “……” 

 The Duke appeared to be deep in thought. Heinrich tried to soothe him. 

 “Don’t take it too seriously, Your Grace. If we’re talking about weaknesses, don’t I have far more than you?” 

 Though there might be many weaknesses, it wouldn’t matter if they weren’t exposed. His confident words continued. 

 “If Your Grace maintains an amicable relationship with our company like now……” 

 “Lord Montes,” 

 Izer cut off his words. Though Heinrich’s mustache trembled at the rudeness, Izer merely looked at him with an indifferent expression. 

 “You said you didn’t come to argue with me?” 

 “……” 

 “I’m not sitting here to negotiate with you either.”

 Heinrich frowned.

The man before him was debauchery incarnate. A shirt with several buttons undone, a carelessly pinned jewel that seemed too casual to hide traces of lovemaking, legs crossed lazily. It was a sight that shouldn’t be shown—and couldn’t be shown—in front of someone deserving respect. 

 Izer Chesterfield demonstrated with his whole body that he had no reason to show respect to Heinrich Montes. It was a jarring moment against the sense of authority he knew all too well. 

 The Duke of Chesterfield checked the time.

“The guest has arrived exactly on time. I had them guided directly to the reception room.” 

 Not only was this the first he’d heard of another guest, but there was no way the Duke would have invited someone advantageous to Heinrich. It felt ominous. 

 “Your Grace, they have arrived.”

“Tell them to come in.” 

 The people who entered with the host’s permission were officials in uniform. Massive builds, the royal emblem, and uniquely shaped hats.

They were the royal guard. The man with numerous medals standing at the front announced their business. 

 “We are arresting Heinrich Montes and his son Cain Montes on charges of illegal slave trafficking.” 

 * * *

 His body lurched forward, unable to resist the thrusting force. Izer casually relayed news from the outside world while gripping and pulling her heaving chest.

“Winston and Montes paid for their crimes side by side.” 

 “Ugh.” 

 “Isn’t it shocking that Winston’s ‘merchandise’ wasn’t textiles but people? Beth almost ended up there too.” 

 The woman on all fours only trembled with groans. Izer added an explanation in a husky voice.

“What crime did those dead sailors commit? To think their supposed comrades were scarier than pirates… I had a chance to meet a surviving sailor. He stubbornly survived at sea. The man looked terrible.” 

 “Ugh, huuh.” 

 “We can’t find all the children diverted to Fairville. Even with the prince personally involved, it’s impossible. Though there is the advantage that we could immediately throw them in prison by invoking royal authority… sealed any holes for strange nonsense.” 

 “Huuuh……” 

 “Raise your hips, Celian.” 

 The arm wrapped around her abdomen lifted her slim waist. The ribbon tied at his sleeve cuff floated elegantly in the air. In contrast, the woman was completely n*ked. 

 Izer smiled with satisfaction. The shirt he had just changed into was already damp with sweat.

“You’re squeezing nicely. Was it worth mentioning Beth?” 

 “……” 

 “Since I saved that child, does that mean you now have a reason to listen to me?” 

 Celian didn’t answer. Annoyed by this, he thrust his hips up quickly.

The woman helplessly shaking below him twisted her arms and let out a thin moan. 

 Izer sighed and grabbed the handcuff attached to one of her hands. The chain extending across the sheets made a clinking sound.

“I told you your wrists will get chafed if you move like that. Stay still, okay?” 

 A scream-like moan burst out along with muscle spasms. Warm liquid pleasantly enveloped his member before dripping onto the sheets with a plop.

While watching this scene entranced, his fingers stroked her wetness where drops were forming. 

 “Did you do this in front of the doctor too?”

“Huh, ugh, no.”

“When I think about you dripping in front of that bastard…”

“No, huh……”

“In that bastard’s head, you were already dripping. As if just dripping would be enough—he probably imagined smearing his all over you and smiling about it. Or maybe smearing yours all over himself…” 

 The salty taste lingered on his damp fingers. While savoring the taste similar to tears, he spread her thighs wider with his hands. To see more clearly the sight of her taking him in. 

 It was an erotic sight no matter how many times he saw it. Her forcibly spread entrance clenched around him. Unfortunately, watching it contract while looking brought him close to climax. He felt frustrated that humans weren’t anatomically designed to watch themselves finish inside a female’s opening. 

 But they had plenty of time, and she was real. He decided to thrust his hips quickly and continue watching afterward. 

 That decision proved quite satisfactory. His essence flowed out through her quivering opening. 

 Izer sneered.

“It’s a shame you can’t see this view.” 

 “……” 

 The woman’s shoulders shook as she caught her breath. By now he could tell just from her back view. She had started crying. 

 Celian was ashamed of him looking at her private parts with perverted eyes. When the lights were on, she would try to cover herself somehow, and sometimes, though rarely, she would voluntarily get on her knees offering to use her mouth instead. 

 Of course, Izer would accept her request with a kind face, only to flip her over and observe again once satisfied. 

 Their promises were that meaningless and light. 

 Celian gasped at the feeling of fullness pushing in. It was pitiful how she turned her head to the side, trying to meet his eyes. 

 And somewhat dog-like. 

 “Please, stop…”

“We can still do more, Lian.” 

 Izer responded while thrusting his hips. A moan burst from the woman’s mouth simultaneously. 

 “Ah!” 

 It was a scene that happened every day. Izer would flip her over, Celian would wait for his lust to be satisfied, Izer would thrust until she begged, Celian would be taken until she fainted. 

 Whether she submitted or resisted, he became aroused either way. 

 From Celian’s perspective, there was no other way to describe it but as being in heat. A gentleman by day who turned into a beast at night. 

 But Celian endured while shedding tears. She was the one who made Izer this way. So her suffering was a punishment she deserved. 

 Celian moaned and twisted her waist. 

 His size was overwhelming in any position. No matter how she lifted her legs or twisted her waist, her natural length inside her wouldn’t change. 

 However, when his member thrust into her from behind while she was on her hands and knees, it roughly rubbed different spots than when lying down, and she would be swept away by the movements scratching her insides. 

 Lights flashed before her eyes each time his thick shaft moved back and forth inside. Her knees weakened, but each time, his growling breath on her nape prevented her from lowering herself. 

 The hand fondling her chest firmly pressed her peak. Her sensitive tip, overstimulated from him sucking while taking her lying down earlier, was pierced by his nail. 

 “Ah!” 

 The pain was brief. His fingers gently rolled her n*pple. While hearing comments like “It’s standing up” and “You love it,” Celian bit her lip. 

 Today too, he showed no signs of finishing quickly. 

 Every time she heard footsteps approaching behind the locked door, she desperately wished: Today, please just thrust, move, finish, and end—nothing else. 

 Rather, s*x focused purely on penetration felt less humiliating to her. 

 But he had never once granted her wish. He forcefully brought her to climax and only felt satisfied after seeing the expression he wanted. 

 On days when he couldn’t see her face while taking her from behind, he would take her again from the front. When he was in the mood, he would order her to ride him and watch her face. 

 Until she was panting approaching climax, until she drooped her shoulders in self-loathing, until her pleasure-soaked eyes sensually traced over him. 

 Her enduring waist collapsed. Yet even then, her butt remained pointed firmly toward the ceiling. 

 She felt hot liquid running down her thighs. Tears came from the wretchedness. 

 “Huh…”

“My goodness, Lian, how can you finish already… I didn’t even get to see.”

“Ahuh, ah!” 

 Her body, freed from the handcuffs, was flipped over. Her back touched the bed for just a moment before even her bottom left the bed. 

 Her back scraped against the wall from friction. Even with her thighs resting on his forearms, the man showed no signs of strain. Rather, it was Celian who was tense, afraid of falling. 

 Watching her reaction, Izer deliberately moved away from the wall. As expected, Celian’s hands wrapped around his neck. Thanks to this, his face was buried in a pair of sweat-soaked mounds. 

 Izer smiled as he stepped back further. He was satisfied. He loved how her arms held him tighter from instinctive anxiety.