Chapter 1. The apple is eaten again today  

“Well, isn’t His Grace handsome?”

Lorna’s dreamy words made Eurene nod her head.

The main attractions of today’s party are two things: the luxurious chocolate cake she is eating for the second time, and the Duke and Duchess standing in the middle of the party hall. Eurene absentmindedly licked the cream off her spoon. She mumbled,

“But he’s married.”

“Can’t you be quiet? You little brat.”

“Ouch.”

She rubbed her plump arm, which had turned red from her friend’s sharp snap. Eurene hated pain the most. She was also quite a crybaby. Her brother, Count Eifel, once said, ‘Even a hypochondriac would be in less pain than you.’ The fact that Count Eifel always indulged Eurene’s whining was also a problem.

Eurene pouted and bit down on the silver spoon. Why hit me when you can just talk? This girl had a bad habit of using her hands. It was clear that the rough habits from her days as a fruit seller’s daughter had carried over even now that she was the daughter of the head of a major trading company.

“Hmph! But it’s just a political marriage. It’s not like the Duke truly loves that woman.”

Lorna scoffed. Yeah, that might be true. Eurene nodded and looked at Duke Carca, who was whispering in his wife’s ear.

With his neatly combed golden hair that looked like it came straight out of a painting, he was a handsome man with a straight nose and a refreshing appearance. Typically, the finishing touch to a blonde beauty would be blue eyes, but the highlight of his appearance was his sophisticated, dark purple eyes. This unique color, reminiscent of elegant drapery or women’s vanity-filled jewelry, had a charm that made anyone want to look at it at least once. Perhaps because his type deviated slightly from the overly conservative types of the nobles, the Duke stood out even more.

The woman standing next to such a remarkable man was also not lacking in beauty. She was the epitome of a ‘socialite beauty.’ With flowing blonde hair, blue eyes, and distinct features, coupled with a pleasing figure and lovely gestures, she was the perfect match.

Contrary to Lorna’s jealousy, they appeared to be a loving couple. It was surprising that their marriage was a product of political maneuvering. The Duke had acquired a vast land in the west through his marriage, whether it was the Chocolate of the West or Chocolat. Whatever. In fact, it was not Chocolate but Chainenburg, but Eurene, who was ignorant and uninformed, thought it was all the same.

While chewing on the spoon smeared with chocolate syrup, Eurene got lost in her thoughts. An enormous dowry that would make any woman envious! How enviable.

Of course, Count Eifel, her legal guardian and only male relative, was willing to part with a significant portion of his wealth to marry off his aging sister, as long as the man was of good character and responsible. But Eurene, who was inherently lazy and weak-willed, found the thought of managing a household and being a supportive wife tiresome. Despite her lack of practical skills, she was quick-witted—perhaps why she spent her days idly eating and playing—and understood well that not many men would take a lazy woman like her. Moreover, the Eifel family was not one of the country’s top wealthy families but rather moderately affluent—a family that had bought their title with money in her father’s generation. They had neither exceptional wealth nor honor. Additionally, Eurene was not pretty.

She had rarely heard people politely say, ‘You are beautiful,’ and was more often described as ‘cute.’ With round blue eyes, pink curly hair that only looked good to her parents, and a chubby body, she certainly had a youthful appearance.

Count Eifel, increasingly troubled by his sister’s appearance as the years went by, would glance up and down at her and then reluctantly say, ‘Well, you are cute.’ Despite his subtle sighs, Eurene did not lose heart. Her brother, though nagging, was kind-hearted and affectionate enough to take care of his sister even if she remained an old maid living with him until she died. Fortunately, her sister-in-law, Countess Eifel, was also indecisive and often forgot any sense of duty to do something about her sister-in-law who showed no signs of getting married.

In short, Eurene Eifel was a carefree, idle young lady with nothing to worry about. Her only daily joys were eating snacks, reading romance novels, playing with her mischievous five-year-old nephew—although she often fell asleep reading fairy tales to him—and feeding the geese. Her life was just a series of lazy, happy days. Eurene liked that. A life without any stress or excitement, just lounging around all day.

“Ah… Is there any chance that the Duke will get divorced? Probably not, right? There’s no way he’d kick out a wealthy woman like that unless he falls madly in love with someone else. And the opposite is… really unthinkable.”

Listening to her friend’s lament, who had been infatuated with Duke Carca since seeing him at her first social party, Eurene took another spoonful of cake. The sweetness spread throughout her mouth. As she blinked lazily, her eyes met someone else’s. He smiled. She sighed and slowly stirred the chocolate with her tongue.

I really hate complicated things.

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“Ah! Ah! Ah, ah!”

Hearing her involuntary moans like a suppressed bird, Eurene panted. A finger was pushed into her lips, which let out a startled gasp. Duke Carca liked it when she clung to him, groaning. He found it cute and thrilling. It made him seem like a pervert. Considering she wasn’t a glamorous beauty but just an ordinary woman, it was surprising how often he wanted to do it with her.

“Don’t get distracted.”

“Ah!”

A well-built man’s hand slapped her plump butt. Her white, bread-like flesh turned red. As his low, suppressed breath escaped, Eurene’s heart sank. This man was particularly excited by her soft, white skin. Especially when it was red from biting or otherwise. Sure enough, his hot tongue touched the red, heated flesh of her as$. It tickled, making her body twitch, but his long fingers pressed down on her neck and head, holding her in place. Eurene had to blink her eyes in a humiliating position, her face pressed to the floor and her as$ raised. He started devouring her again. Like she was cotton candy, he licked her while his hand moved to explore her front. Her body, perfectly trained by numerous encounters, quickly released fluids, making her thighs wet. The man let out a languid sigh.

“Who taught you to be so lewd, huh?”

Eurene’s chin trembled. His hot c*ck was sliding up and down her wet crotch. Her sensitive skin trembled with tension. Despite the erotic situation below, the man kept asking who it was. He was waiting for her to call his name. What a perverted s*x maniac! Though usually meek, Eurene snapped back irritably due to her accumulated frustration.

“Who else would it be, it’s you.”

“You?”

“Ah!”

His hot, hard member plunged into her in one thrust. She clenched her small, round fists and trembled. Like a small, wet mouse shivering in the rain, she looked pitiful, but he seemed even more excited. He lifted her chest off the floor while pounding into her. His flushed manhood continued its wet, sticky thrusts. Eurene screamed repeatedly, not knowing what to do, arching her back. His purple eyes, hazy with excitement, stared intently at her white, rounded hills. It was like he was drinking a sweet cocktail, feeling a light intoxication.

He muttered curses under his breath, straightened his back, and thrust madly. He wanted to keep eating her. The belt buckle on his pants clinked against her plump bottom. Because he had just pulled down his pants and immediately inserted himself, except for his sweat-drenched blonde hair, he was still perfectly dressed in a stiff shirt and tie. Unlike her dress, which he had thrown off like a beast. Eurene seemed dissatisfied with this kind of s*x, but he had no intention of changing his habits. Because this way, it was more thrilling and satisfying. Ha― a deep, hot breath escaped.

“It hurts!”

“Ugh! Ugh, ugh, does it hurt?”

When Eurene reached back and hit his thigh that was busily thrusting, he shrugged. He immediately let go of her chest, which he had been squeezing. Thanks to that, she fell forward and made a whining sound. His rough hand grabbed her reddened as$ instead of her chest. Then he resumed his thrusts. Even more fiercely and roughly than before. Thud, thud, creak― the flesh smacked and creaked― squeak― the desk Eurene was lying on rattled. She feared that the luxurious desk in the Duke’s office might collapse, but even in the midst of being shaken, that fear quickly faded due to the waves of pleasure. His big hand covering her b*ttocks meant that she no longer hurt from hitting the metal. Instead, his hot, rough breath and touch felt even more intense. Ah― ah! It felt insanely good. The complex thoughts in her head melted away in the pleasure he provided. Eurene felt self-loathing as she watched the drool dripping from her mouth.

Eurene Eifel was a lazy and indolent woman who was a slave to pleasure, a flaw so glaring that all her other shortcomings paled in comparison. It was only after becoming entangled with this man that she realized this fatal flaw.

“Say my name, say my name!”

“Ah! Kyaa! Your Grace!”

“Not that. Call me!”

“Carca… Van!”

“Ugh!”

He arched his head back, gripping her butt tightly and thrusting his hips as if he was beating her, until a thunderous, rough climax came. Eurene fell limply into his embrace, murmuring drowsily.

How did it come to this?

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Note:
hellooo. I’ve actually had this on my files for a year now I’ve just decided to post it now (ᵕ • ᴗ •) Next update will be posted soon!