Kaelid yanked her to her feet.

“Come with me.”

“Let go.”

Reina said quietly, trying to shake off his grip. His face twisted in anger. As he pulled her harder, making her stumble, his eyes caught sight of their joined hands—hers still holding Zephion’s.

A slow, mocking smile spread across his face.

“So now this brat looks like a man to you?”

“He doesn’t.”

The more she struggled, the more her arm ached. But she couldn’t let go. No—she didn’t want to. She had made a promise. And now, for the first time, she truly understood what it meant to fear losing Zephion.

“Let go.”

He growled in a low, threatening voice. Reina bit her lip hard.

“Or do you want me to f*ck you right here, in front of him?”

“Don’t say things like that.”

Kaelid tried to pull away from the hand gripping him so tightly. At that very moment, Zephion seized her hand as though he would never let her go. Roused perhaps by the voices of the two men, the child sat up straight, her golden eyes flashing. He would normally have backed off without protest, but tonight, his gaze said that he would yield no ground.

Kaelid looked down at Zephion and gave a short laugh.

“Pipi—no, Zephion—was badly injured. Just for today… just let it go.”

Reina stepped between them.

“I’ll do anything.”

At her desperate words, Kaelid burst out laughing. His hand gripped her slender chin.

“Anything?”

“…Yes, I’ll do anything.”

“I don’t need your permission to make you do something.”

His mocking voice was matched by the pressure of his fingers. Reina let out a small whimper as his hand squeezed so hard she feared her jaw might shatter.

“You’re mine, Reina.”

The man’s face drew closer.

“If I tell you to crawl, you crawl. If I tell you to spread your legs, you spread them. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?”

She bit her lip hard. It wasn’t the words themselves that bothered her—she could endure that. What humiliated her was that Zephion was there to hear it. She hadn’t always shown a pure, innocent side in front of him, but this—this was not something she ever wanted him to witness.

“Please… stop.”

“Ah!”

“Reina!”

The moment he let go of her chin—as if flinging it away—she lost her balance and collapsed onto the bed from the force. A short whimper escaped her, and Zephion instinctively reached out, as if to shield her.

“You said anything.”

“What are you doing?!”

The man grabbed her legs and lifted them up. Her skirt rode up, exposing her thighs. She hurriedly tried to pull it down, but Kaelid didn’t stop.

“No—stop, please… please, stop!”

“Look carefully.”

He looked straight at Zephion. The two men’s gazes clashed fiercely. Kaelid spoke word by word, chewing on each word.

“This is mine.”

He clung desperately to the hand reaching to strip away her underwear. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes burning as hot tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I don’t want this here. Please. Please…”

The sound of fabric tearing echoed, and her shredded underwear slipped to the floor. Reina’s face flushed crimson, then drained of all color.

With a sharp snap, Kaelid unfastened his belt. She scrambled to pull away, but Zephion seized her. Desperate, she tried to push off his arm to break free, only for a hand to clamp tightly around her ankle.

“No, no. Stop!”

His strong tug on her ankle dragged her body downwards with force.

“I said no! Reina!”

Zephion tried desperately to stop him. His *rect p*nis was already red and partially exposed. When Zephion tried to push Kaelid away with his uninjured arm, the man struck his wound with his fist without hesitation.

“Ah!”

Without hesitating for a moment, the wound burst open, slowly leaking a red liquid.

Zephion gritted his teeth and tried to hug Reina. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she clung to the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up to her thighs.

She screamed when she saw the pain distorting the child’s face.

“Zephion!”

She clutched Reina tightly with her uninjured arm, but she was no match for Kaelid, whose strength remained whole.
Reina fought to resist, yet her struggle was clumsy, hampered by the leg she could no longer move properly.

“It’s time to sort out the hierarchy.”

The man pushed his hand between her legs. He found the entrance that wasn’t wet at all and went deep inside.

“Hic…….”

A broken m*an slipped from Reina’s tear-stained lips. In that moment, she knew with certainty—it wasn’t a threat.

This man truly wanted to hold her here with Zephion watching, Zephion reached for her arm, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

She felt Kaelid fingers rubbing her inner mucous membrane and opening the entrance.

“Let go, let go.”

“Reina.”

The harder she tried to pull away from Zephion’s tight grip, the tighter he held her.

She tried to save her from Kaelid, but he had already taken out his *rect p*nis.

“Get out, get out…”

Reina buried her face in both hands, unable to look at Zephion. If she couldn’t stop Kaelid, then she had to at least get Zephion away.

“Pippi, please… get out.”

“Reina.”

Her low, cracking voice was filled with sorrow.

“It’ll be a good sight. Aren’t you curious to see how Reina m*ans when she gets f*cked by my d*ck?”

Kaelid snickered and grabbed her thighs, spreading them apart. The hem of her skirt had ridden up, leaving only a small amount of fabric to cover her lower body.

“Pippi!”

Reina screamed and covered her eyes with her hands. Although she couldn’t see Zephion’s face, she could hear him get up quickly from the bed and run away.

Before the sound of his footsteps had died down completely, something hard and lumpy forced its way through the dry entrance.

“Ah!”

A groan, laced with pain, slipped from her lips. Then the door slammed shut. Only then did she lower the hand shielding her eyes, and there, on Kaelid’s face, lingered a triumphant smile.

“That bastard’s d*ck is *rect.”

“…….”

She bit her lip hard. She could feel her cheeks wet with tears.

“He’s probably m*sturbating while thinking of you.”

She hated the man who was chuckling, seemingly amused by the situation.

Since Reina didn’t say anything, he moved his waist leisurely. The sensation of him rubbing against her slightly wetter-than-usual inner walls stung.

His large gl*ns pressed deep inside her before slowly pulling out.

“Ugh, ugh…….”

She gripped the sheet tightly. So far, she had had s*x in all kinds of places: In the carriage, the garden, the living room, the bathroom, and even the hallway. But this place was worse than any other:

Zephion’s room, on the child’s bed. Reina glared at the man. However, Kaelid took off the top half of her clothes without hesitation, showing no fear.

The neatly tied ribbon was halfway loosened and torn. As her chest swayed and was revealed, her large hands gripped the lump of flesh tightly.

“Ah, ugh.”

The rough friction caused her inner walls to swell. Each time her flesh twitched and tightened, a low groan escaped from the man.

Kaelid, whose grip on her chest was so tight that it left handprints, grabbed her knees and forced them apart.

His thick, long p*nis churned inside her.

Reina swayed her waist slightly in time with his movements, either to relieve the pain or to experience a hint of pleasure.

“Ah, ugh…….”

A groan, sounding like it was in pain, escaped her lips. Gradually, her body began to react to the sensation of penetration without hesitation. Her dry inner walls slowly became wetter, and the c*ck that had previously only brought her bitterness now brought her faint pleasure.

Meanwhile, the man gripping Reina’s br*ast twisted her *rect n*pples.

“Ugh, ah. Yes…….”

Pain and pleasure were intertwined. Reina gasped. She was disgusted with herself for beginning to experience pleasure despite being in the worst possible situation.

Kaelid pressed her body against hers and pressed her lips together.

“Ugh, hmph…”

His tongue swirled around her mouth. The man who had wrapped his tongue around hers pulled her in and bit her trembling flesh.

The eerie sensation permeated her from head to toe. He moved his hips roughly and circled her plump n*pples with his fingertips.