Chapter 4

She didn’t want to fall for Raphael’s words, but her body betrayed her will. The more his firm fingers spread her, the more moisture gathered.

Estelle’s mood sank to the lowest point.

“What answer are you trying to get by talking so much? Ugh… You just want to see me fall apart, don’t you?”

“‥‥‥.”

“Isn’t that enough for you?”

Estelle, suppressing her cries, never gave Raphael the answer he wanted.

Raphael already knew her true feelings, so he didn’t press her to say it aloud. He simply used the same methods as always.

Without warning, Raphael buried his face between her hips and stuck out his tongue.

She couldn’t react to the sudden intrusion; all she managed was a metallic cry.

“W-wait…!”

But Raphael did not stop. His long tongue roughly swept over the sensitive spot hidden between her folds.

Shocked, Estelle lifted her head, but she couldn’t thrash about for fear of tipping over the tea table. His strong hands soon gripped her thighs and held her in place.

She was like an animal caught in a hunter’s trap, unable to move. Only groans escaped her lips.

“Ah, hng, ugh…”

She didn’t want to crumble from his stimulation… Why couldn’t she escape his arms, she wondered, confused.

No, in truth, she just wanted to turn away.

Her relationship with Raphael could only bring harm. She knew how cold and ruthless he could be to others.

Estelle kept gritting her teeth, doing her best to suppress her moans.

But Raphael gave her not even a few seconds to recover. His blunt tongue licked only her sensitive spot, then plunged into the red gap. When his wet tongue pressed between her inner walls, her eyelashes trembled. Blood finally welled up on her bitten lower lip.

“Ugh…”

He persistently stirred her insides. Raphael, sucking up the moisture as if it were sweet spring water, was no longer the noble son of the Dukedom. He was just a dog, heated by the scent rising from between her legs.

Feeling a strange discomfort, Estelle sometimes wished he would hurry and finish so she could be crushed and this act could end, but at the same time, she wanted this low pleasure to last. She always felt this gap when she was with Raphael. The suffering was nothing new.

Raphael, his nose pressed between Estelle’s hips, soon lifted his head. His lips, greedily lapping up the flowing moisture, were glistening.

He licked around his mouth with his long tongue, then raised the hand that had held her thigh. Next, his middle finger slipped between her folds.

Estelle, trembling from his caresses, widened her eyes at this new intrusion. When his long finger pushed deep into her entrance, her lower abdomen tightened instinctively.

Raphael smiled, thrilled by the pressure she gave him.

“I don’t believe it. That you find me disgusting, or treat me like other people do—as just your brother, Estelle.”

“Ugh, hng…”

“A real brother wouldn’t do something like this.”

Raphael, relentlessly rubbing her sensitive spot with his thumb and pushing his middle finger deeper, whispered as if brainwashing her. Estelle couldn’t even process his words, unable to remember what he was saying.

His hand bones pressed into the entrance, making her vision flicker. The pleasure grew so overwhelming she felt nauseous.

“Ah—hng! B-brother!”

“Call me Raphael.”

He coldly dismissed her desperate plea and added another finger. While his thumb continued to circle her sensitive spot, Estelle could no longer endure.

Just as she reached the brink of climax—

“Ahh, hng!”

She shouldn’t let the servants waiting outside hear her cries… Yet her voice broke out from her throat, louder than she intended. Even biting her bloodied lip couldn’t stop it.

He licked up her fluids as if absorbing them, but more still spilled between her thighs. His fingers stirred her entrance so vigorously that the moisture splashed everywhere.

She looked no different from a shameless temptress.

As Estelle’s waist twisted and she nearly slipped from the tea table, he grabbed her pelvis with his free hand. Soon, she relaxed completely, breathless from the overwhelming pleasure.

Raphael, who had been kneeling, stood and withdrew his fingers from her entrance. The cloudy liquid dripped from his fingertips, then trickled down.

He immediately untied his trousers and lowered them to his knees. His member was thick and fiercely er*ect.

Feeling the heat from behind, Estelle swallowed dryly. His center was so firmly raised that just drawing near, it pressed against her. She clenched her jaw.

He bent over, putting his weight on her slender back. His solid chest pressed down on her upper body. Estelle flinched, worried the tea table would collapse.

“Get, get off…”

Her voice, just barely past the peak, was weak. Like a timid herbivore baring blunt teeth. It was pathetic.

Yet Raphael found even that patheticness endearing, his lips curling upward. What should he do with her, who said she disliked it even as she felt so much?

Was the only way to truly reach her to crush her body and pour himself out like this?

It was bittersweet.

But his frustration did not last long. He tilted his head, resting it on her shoulder, and saw her bitten lips. Ignoring Estelle’s words, he muttered bluntly.

“I told you not to bite your lip, but you did it again. Do you like being with me that much? To the point you can’t even hold back your moans.”

Raphael’s eyes curved into a gentle arc, and before she could reply, he pressed his lips to hers.

Unable to dodge, Estelle surrendered her lips as he pressed down on her upper body. His long tongue traced her bloodied lower lip, then slipped into her mouth.

Their fluids mixed so wildly it was hard to tell whose saliva was whose. His tongue stuck to her palate, wandering here and there, then hooked her tongue.

The lewd, wet sounds echoed blatantly. Estelle’s earlobes flushed bright red.

The gl*ns, which had only barely touched the point of contact, aligned with the narrow opening.

Estelle, unable to keep up with the dizzying movements of his tongue that toyed with her senses, flinched at the sensation of him penetrating her. She tried to push Raphael’s lips away.

But he stubbornly refused to let go, and the hard head of his shaft crossed between her inner walls. Estelle, unable to even cry out, accepted his intimidating member. The overwhelming heat made her knees spread apart involuntarily.

When his persistent lips finally parted, Estelle let out a faint moan.

His iron-like shaft heated her insides along the tight path. Each thrust stimulated her to the limit, leaving Estelle unable to do anything, as if she had become mindless.

Raphael, who had rested his chin on her shoulder, looked down at Estelle’s face up close. Her flushed cheeks, unfocused gaze lost in the air, and swollen lips parted for shallow breaths—all of it was mesmerizing.

Satisfied by her helpless expression, Raphael gripped her hips with both hands. Even though only half of his length had entered, his shaft continued to stretch her inner walls.

Estelle muttered like someone who had lost her mind.

“No, no. Ugh, hng, ha… Don’t.”

Her mind and body were out of sync; she kept saying no, but couldn’t resist the shaft inside her. Her contracting walls squeezed him as if trying to sever him. Even after dozens of times together, her entrance was always tight.

This time was no different. The pressure was enough to excite him.

Ignoring Estelle’s words, Raphael pressed her hips and thrust his waist upward. When the tip of his shaft reached her cervix, she shuddered.

She seemed to have forgotten the servant waiting outside the door.

“Ah, hng, hng!”

Estelle’s hands gripped the tea table tightly. Her head twisted instinctively.

Raphael straightened his upper body, then began to move his hips in earnest.

His firm pelvis repeatedly slapped her pale skin. The lewd sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed obscenely.

“Ra, Raphael, please…”

She, who always called him brother, finally called his name.

Raphael increased the speed of his thrusts, never taking his eyes off the back of her head. It was only when the pleasure became overwhelming that Estelle finally called his name.

He felt a sense of satisfaction and a petty disappointment. But soon, he cast aside such thoughts. Only he could penetrate her and leave his seed.

He lowered his head and licked the nape of her neck, then thrust in even harder. The repeated stimulation of her cervix made Estelle tremble precariously. The tea table slid forward again and again.

“Ah, aaah, aah!”

Her vision spun wildly, and she shook her head, unaware of the drool running from her lips. Even as she pleaded for him to stop, Raphael, as always, had no intention of stopping.

The blunt tip battered her cervix, then finally pushed up against the entrance to her womb. With his shaft reaching the very place where life could be formed, Estelle lost her composure. Tears hung from her reddening eyes.

“Hng, ah, ugh, Ra…, Raphael!”

At her brief scream, even the servants waiting outside seemed unable to ignore things any longer. Knock, knock—the sound of someone rapping on the bedroom door made Estelle’s mind go completely blank.