Prologue: When Your Husband Becomes a Pimp

“Spread your legs wider, Wini. How do you expect to properly arouse a man like that?”

Winifred wished she could die from the overwhelming shame.

“My lord…”

She called out to her husband desperately, but his response was cruel.

“Crying won’t help. Wini, your duty as a countess is to spread your p*ssy wide and receive seed to bear a son.”

Her deep green eyes became completely soaked with tears. Having to spread herself for her brother-in-law at her husband’s command was more painful than death itself.

But Winifred never had any choices to begin with. She was sold solely to bear an heir. If she failed to produce a son, her family would have to repay their debt. Her family couldn’t earn a hundred gold coins even if they died and were reborn multiple times.

“Hic… sob.”

Her slightly parted thighs spread another hand’s width. Her brother-in-law sat leaning against a chair, silently staring at the space between his sister-in-law’s legs with the same expressionless face as before.

“Raymond, what do you think? Is this good enough to penetrate?”

Count James Asherton whispered to his brother Raymond Asherton.

“It’s hard to tell just by looking. I’d need to touch her to know if she’s wet enough or if her flesh is tight.”

Raymond replied while elegantly brushing back his flowing golden hair.

“I can guarantee that. She’s plenty wet and her flesh is firm. Perhaps because she did farm work, her thigh muscles are strong and she knows how to grip tightly.”

Her entire body felt like it would burn up from shame. How could he speak so casually about such things? This man who had only ever been mechanical in bed.

“Among all the women you’ve had, where would she rank?”

“Want me to be honest?”

“Yes.”

Raymond’s bright blue eyes moved between his sister-in-law’s tear-soaked face and her tense, dry womanhood.

“She looks tight and dry now, doesn’t she? But once you’re inside her and thrusting, her juices flow abundantly. The way she grips is so tight I worry my c*ck might get cut off.”

That’s a lie.

Winifred thought while clutching her skirt with trembling hands. Her husband always took her with the lights off. He routinely made excuses to avoid sleeping with her.

He would talk about abstaining for Lent three months before it even began, claiming to honor the Lord’s suffering, or say that summer was too hot for intercourse because the sun’s energy was too strong.

Though raised as an ignorant country girl, Winifred could vaguely sense that the count had no expectations of children from her. 

She thought having a child quickly would relieve some pressure from this suffocating life, but that seemed impossible. In the year since their marriage, she could count the times James had slept with her without using all fingers on both hands.

“Such a pretty p*ssy, but it seems you haven’t used it much, brother.”

At Raymond’s words, Winifred squeezed her eyes shut. Was this how she would be exposed? The fact that her husband didn’t desire her.

It must look like serving someone spoiled cabbage soup that you yourself refuse to eat. Her already miserable heart tore anew at this further humiliation.

“Sister-in-law, you need to spread yourself properly. Only then can I properly appreciate your p*ssy and decide whether to penetrate you and plant my seed.”

Such lewd words from such a gentle, soft voice. It made her hair stand on end.

“Hurry and spread wider. What are you doing, Wini? How can anyone properly see the Countess of Asherton’s lush red pubic hair like that?”

Her husband, who normally only spoke when making excuses not to sleep with her, now commanded her in a frightening, authoritative voice she had never heard before.

Winifred spread her thighs wider, trembling. She couldn’t bear to look at her brother-in-law or husband out of shame. With her eyes tightly shut, she gripped her nightgown skirt even more firmly with shaking hands.

“Sister-in-law, open your eyes. Closing them won’t turn my c*ck into my brother’s.”

“Wini, you need to open your eyes.”

Urged by both brothers, Winifred barely opened her tear-soaked eyes. Her long, dark red eyelashes trembled, and tears that had pooled now streamed down her cheeks.

“But sister-in-law, instead of holding your skirt, shouldn’t you spread your flesh so we can properly see inside? How can I decide if it’s worth penetrating without seeing the hole properly?”

Raymond murmured with a languid smile. From the mouth of this impossibly beautiful man came vulgar words that even the basest serfs might hesitate to utter, flowing so naturally.

Winifred looked desperately at her husband James, who stood beside Raymond, silently pleading for rescue. But James simply shook his head slightly and spoke.

“Raymond is right. Show us whether your hole is worthy of penetration.”

How could they ask her to do such a thing? She had never exposed herself n*ked in broad daylight even to her husband James, let alone use her own hands to spread herself.

When Winifred showed hesitation, James walked over to the fireplace and fingered the horse whip hanging on the wall.

“I-I’ll do it. I’ll do it, my lord.”

Trembling with fear, Winifred grabbed her flesh. Despite her thin frame, the plumpness of her womanhood in her hands nearly brought tears to her eyes. But if she sniffled here, she would surely receive a terrible whipping.

“What are you waiting for, Wini? Haven’t you forgotten the reason you’re living in luxury as a countess?”

Only those raised with sufficient self-respect can feel anger at such insults. Winifred was far from such privilege. For her, insults were as routine as the oatmeal she ate for breakfast growing up.

“I haven’t forgotten, my lord. I’ll do as you command.”

Winifred decided to think of herself as a doll. Dolls have no feelings. No matter where you place a doll’s hands, it won’t get angry. A doll won’t rise up in fury if something is inserted into its openings.

Yes, I’m a doll. Winifred is just a doll.

Her thin hands grasped her plump flesh and abundant red hair. She spread her opening wide. Her barely-used womanhood flinched at contact with the dry air.

“What a pretty color. You’re quite fortunate, brother.”

“You mean lucky in my wife’s p*ssy?”

James giggled. No one would believe this man was the renowned Count James Asherton. Right now, James looked exactly like a pimp. A vicious pimp selling his wife as a pr*stitute.

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“I should at least kiss her lips first. Thrusting straight into her p*ssy without preparation won’t stir her heart.”

“Does the hole being penetrated need its heart stirred?”

James tilted his head.

“I’ve heard that if the receiving party is aroused, pregnancy happens more easily.”

“Is that so? Since I’m stuck in this rural backwater, you probably know more than I do, Ray.”

There was subtle hostility in his words, but Raymond seemed completely oblivious as he approached the bed.

“Sister-in-law, your p*ssy hole looks usable, but have you ever used your mouth p*ssy?”

Mouth p*ssy? S-surely he wasn’t asking for such a filthy act?

Her eyes widened in shock. Though Winifred had grown up untouched by men, she wasn’t completely ignorant. She had seen country boys and girls urgently undoing trousers and lifting skirts behind haystacks, clinging to each other like animals in the fields.

Though she had always fled in horror at such sights, she had seen women sucking on men’s things.

“N-n-no, never.”

As Winifred shook her head vigorously, Raymond smiled.

“Brother, why have you wasted this pretty mouth p*ssy? That’s unlike you.”

“I’ve been saving it. Haven’t used her tongue-c*ck except on our wedding day.”

“Really?”

James approached the opposite side of the bed and stroked Winifred’s small face with the back of his hand before pressing his lips against hers. Winifred instinctively closed her eyes and held her breath. This was the first kiss since their wedding day. Since that first kiss with a man, her husband had never even kissed her.

“See? She’s so stiff. She’s only good for her p*ssy hole.”

James said as he lifted himself from Winifred’s lips where he had lingered briefly. There wasn’t even enough feeling in his voice to call it a complaint.

“Then, may I try?”

Raymond asked, looking at the trembling Winifred.

“Do as you please. As long as Countess Winifred Asherton can receive Asherton seed and get pregnant, that’s all that matters.”

The mere thought of kissing a man other than her husband made her feel like she would fall into hell. The nun had always said married women must remain faithful. She had taught that lips should be given only to the husband one loves.

“Mmph!”

Before she could gather her scattered thoughts, her brother-in-law pressed his lips against hers hungrily. A warm flesh traced from her upper lip to her lower lip. 

Winifred had been shocked enough when James thrust his tongue in on their wedding day, but what followed now was even more shocking.

With his white, even teeth, he gently bit her upper lip and licked the plump lip that came between his teeth. His tongue pushed between Winifred’s helpless lips. He sucked on her lips with a smacking sound, then wrapped around her tongue and sucked it with slurping noises.

This kind of contact with a man was entirely new to Winifred, and she felt her mind slipping away. He placed his hand behind her rigid ear to support her face and pushed his tongue in deeper. 

Raymond pressed down on Winifred’s paralyzed tongue, pushing his long, thick tongue deep inside while slowly caressing her reddened cheek.

“Hnngh…”

No one had ever touched her this way. His tongue movements were rough but the hand cradling her cheek was gentle. Winifred somehow felt like crying.

But even that feeling vanished when Raymond pushed his tongue deeper and roughly played with hers. Winifred had no ability to respond to such an intense kiss. She could barely maintain her breathing.

She barely registered Raymond pulling her into his arms and stroking her back. Her breathing was labored and her head buzzed.

“She can make quite a lewd face when she wants to.”

James murmured from the side, but Winifred couldn’t hear him.

“Now I’m finally getting aroused too.”

Watching Winifred clutch Raymond’s shirt while breathing heavily with a flushed face, James stroked his visibly swollen manhood.

He never imagined this woman could look like this. For the first time, he thought that perhaps with his brother, what had felt like a duty might actually be enjoyable.