He ran his long fingers through her damp, sweaty hair and felt her parted lips as she exhaled in a ragged breath.

She opened her eyes, but couldn’t see anything. The man who had been staring at her blank purple eyes quietly snickered and prodded her delicate flesh once more.

Reina’s shoulders trembled and tears filled her pale eyelashes.

“Ah, ah…”

Kaelid pushed her finger into Reina’s swollen, red lips and her small tongue wrapped around it. She squeezed her eyes shut and tears flowed down her flushed cheeks. She struggled with the pleasure that felt like torture.

As always, Reina was unable to escape the lingering aftershocks of her org*sm. Kaelid moved his hips slowly, relishing the way her inner walls tightened around him in trembling contractions. A low moan escaped his lips.

Gently caressing Reina’s contorted face, he confirmed that he was the one who had made her look that way.

“Huh, huh…….”

She couldn’t even moan properly; all she could do was gasp for breath. She could feel her stomach burning hotly. The p*nis filling her insides and slipping back out felt more real than ever before.

She could feel the sunken part scratching her delicate flesh and the movement stirring inside her, as well as the heat of flesh rubbing against her hot mucous membrane.

Reina’s nails dug into the man’s back. A long red mark was left behind.

“Haa, hush…….”

Kaelid let out a ragged breath and drove himself deeper, hitting a spot so far within that Reina’s slender waist quivered in response. The overwhelming pressure made her body tremble as he thrust with a force that seemed to reach her very core.

With a moan heavy with pleasure, Kaelid reached his climax, releasing inside her. A warm rush spilled deep within, soaking her already sensitive walls.

As if that weren’t enough, he gripped her thighs tightly and moved again, pushing himself in further with slow, deliberate force—trying to bury himself as deeply as he could.

With each subtle movement, more of the thick liquid was squeezed out and seeped onto the sofa beneath them. The air grew heavy with an intense, intimate scent.

Reina’s body trembled. Her hand slowly slid down the man’s sweaty back.

“Ha…”

Kaelid buried her head in the woman’s body on the sofa and took a deep breath, then exhaled. The flesh stick inside her tightened again. This was a familiar situation.

Didn’t she know better than anyone that he wouldn’t be satisfied with just one time?

Reina closed her eyes and shivered from the lingering pleasure in her body. She could feel her flesh slowly being stimulated, growing stickier and stickier as the s*men and love juice mixed together.

“Ugh…!”

Having already cl*maxed once, her body was quick to accept the pleasure. Kaelid shook her waist, producing a squelching sound.

The area between her legs was so wet that it was uncomfortable. She moaned at the sensation of the hard object pressing into her.

A large hand grabbed her br*ast tightly. The sofa shook with a thud as flesh hit flesh.

“Reina.”

A sticky voice, as if it would melt, called out to her. Kaelid’s heavy breathing and groaning mingled together.

***

Reina slowly opened her eyes. Harsh sunlight poured in—too bright for early morning.

“Mm…”

She frowned and shielded her eyes from the light, turning her head towards the darker part of the room. Her whole body ached from Kaelid working her over all night. The area between her legs felt sticky and her injured thigh throbbed faintly.

Although the wound had long since healed, it flared up whenever she was tired, sometimes so badly that she could hardly walk without a stick.

‘It looks like I’m stuck in bed again today.’

With a short sigh, Reina acknowledged her condition. Burying her face in the soft quilt, she finally called for Rose. Without a word, the maid prepared a bath and helped Reina into it.

“Ahh…”

The water was just hot enough — exactly what she needed. As Reina sank into the heat and exhaled slowly, Rose swiftly stripped the bed and changed the sheets, accustomed to dealing with linens stiffened by dried fluids.

“Do you feel any better, my lady?”

“Do I really look that much of a mess?”
“A little.”

Rose replied honestly. Hearing this, Reina quietly glanced down at her own body. Her shoulders and chest were covered in red marks. The blotches of bites and bruises were worse than usual. To top it all off, there were clear handprints on her chest.

Whenever Kaelid left marks like this, as if to claim ownership, Reina was reminded once again of how much she hated him.

‘I should leave some marks on him, too. Ones that never fade. Then again, he might actually like that.’

Suppressing a bitter smile, Reina answered calmly.

“I’m fine.”

“He’s been rougher than usual lately.”

Rose muttered, her brow creased in concern. Without replying, Reina simply sank deeper into the bath. She knew the reason.

It must be because of Zephion.

Several months had passed since the boy arrived. At first, she thought it was just a phase he was going through.

What reason would Kaelid have to care about a mere child? After all, he was only nine, and an orphan with no parents or guardians.

And yet Kaelid seemed to recognise Zephion as an adult.

Reina simply couldn’t understand it. After all, he was just a child.

Of course, she wasn’t in a position to say that, especially since she was using Zephion as part of her plan for perfect revenge. For now, at least, the boy posed no real threat to Kaelid.

‘And yet she hated him so intensely.’

Ever since she’d assigned a tutor to educate Zephion a few weeks ago, Kaelid had become visibly more displeased. Perhaps he sensed that, in time, the boy could grow into a real threat. Or maybe it was something more primal — a man’s instinct, perhaps?

After all, Kaelid believed that Reina belonged to him.

She let out a quiet, bitter laugh.

He wasn’t wrong. She was no different to his possession. She was a living doll who spread her legs at his bidding. She couldn’t even resist; she merely lowered her head in submission. A slave, really.

She held her breath and slid deeper into the bathwater. She wasn’t sure how long she had been in the water, but by the time she genuinely thought she might drown, Rose pulled her out.

“Oh, right — Lord Kaelid will be away from the estate for a few days regarding the marquisate matter.”

The maid said casually, drying Reina’s body with a soft cloth as she chatted.

Finally hearing this made Reina understand why Kaelid had clung to her so relentlessly until dawn.

Why hadn’t he told her before he left?

Then again, she supposed it wouldn’t have made much difference either way.

She wasn’t going to cling to him, weeping over their temporary separation.

She certainly wasn’t going to become more invested in their twisted relationship, either.

Reina shrugged, running a hand through her damp hair.

Honestly, it felt a little better knowing that he wouldn’t suddenly appear and lift her skirt as if it were his right to do so.

“Has it really been that long already?”

“It’s been half a year since House Baltgar was wiped out, my lady.”

‘Had it really been six months since Zephion arrived at the estate?’

She gave a soft laugh.

Children seemed to grow both quickly and slowly somehow.

‘It’ll be at least ten more years.’

The day when she could reveal the truth to the child with the bright eyes and instil a desire for revenge in him still felt far away.

Only half a year had passed. Reina sighed briefly and pushed down the rising sense of urgency.

There was no need to rush.

Until Zephion came of age, it had to stay hidden.

By the time she had finished bathing and getting dressed, there was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?”

It couldn’t be Kaelid — he had gone to the capital. Besides, he didn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘knock’.

A small voice answered her question.

“It’s Zephion, Reina.”

“Come in.”

The child, who now looked his full nine years, quietly opened the door and slipped inside.

He fidgeted with his hands and stared at her without saying a word.

“Do you have something to say?”

Reina asked, glancing at him in the mirror.

Zephion shook his head vigorously, his neatly brushed black hair quickly becoming tousled.

“He’s worried about you.”

Rose whispered softly, continuing to brush Reina’s hair.

When Reina frowned in confusion, the maid scrunched her nose and added in a low voice.

“Every time Lord Kaelid visits, you wake up late the next day. You say you’re not feeling well.”

“Ah…”

Reina gave a half-hearted nod.

‘What did a child like him know? The idea that he could worry about her was absurd.’

The thought was oddly amusing.

Being pitied by a child of all people!

The fact that even a child could sense that something was wrong after Kaelid’s visits made her want to laugh, too.

“Come here, Zephion.”

At her words, the boy trotted over to her.

Reina quietly studied his face. His cheeks were now fuller and had a healthy glow.

The soft pink tinge to his skin gave him an innocent charm that was almost endearing.

“Are you okay, Reina?”

He hesitated, his lips moving silently before he finally gathered the courage to speak.

“I’m fine.”

Reina replied calmly.

Rose, who had just finished loosely braiding Reina’s hair, quietly stepped away to give them some privacy.

Reina tugged her collar up a little higher, covering her neck halfway.

Even if Zephion didn’t understand what the marks meant, she didn’t want him to see them.

“Does Kaelid hurt you?”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

‘Hurt’ — she’d never thought of it like that before.

The word itself sounded strange to her, but she found the idea oddly amusing.