You Must Conceive a Child, Even If It Is Your Brother-in-Law’s Seed

Raymond Asherton watched with an indifferent face as the bride and groom exchanged their vows with a kiss.

‘She looks innocent.’

Her expression showed she couldn’t understand a word of the Latin marriage blessing, and her demeanor revealed she had clearly received rushed etiquette lessons. But she was obviously trying her best.

‘Where did they find such a woman…’

His brother, twelve years his senior, had been promiscuous since youth. Even before taking his first wife, he had already brought a mistress into the castle and tumbled with her until the morning of his wedding day.

The first sister-in-law, daughter of a proud noble family, completely ignored this behavior. She pretended the mistress didn’t exist and treated her husband coldly.

James likewise enjoyed women freely. Rumors spread that there wasn’t a beautiful girl in his domain who hadn’t been touched by James.

His proud sister-in-law, tired of her hollow marriage, turned to religion. After enduring seven years of marriage without a shred of affection, she suddenly announced she would go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. 

Raymond was still a child then, but he could see in her eyes that she had no intention of returning.

She died of fever on her pilgrimage. They said she never mentioned her husband’s name until the end. James didn’t even raise an eyebrow when he heard the news of his wife’s death.

Their father was still alive then. Their mother treated the sister-in-law coldly for never becoming pregnant. One of the House of Asherton’s greatest prides was that the title had been passed from firstborn son to firstborn son.

The words his mother uttered upon hearing of the sister-in-law’s death made even Raymond, her son, shudder.

“This is for the best. Now we can welcome a young and gentle daughter-in-law who can bear a son.”

Despite his notorious promiscuity, finding a new bride for his brother wasn’t difficult. Absolute wealth made it possible.

The second bride came from a slightly less prestigious family than the first, but still from an excellent noble house. His brother’s behavior remained unchanged. Now he kept not one but three mistresses in the castle.

The new sister-in-law had no reason to endure such a situation. She refused the marriage bed from the first night. James, claiming he didn’t mind, spent his wedding night with his three mistresses.

“If you have no intention of bearing a son, there’s no reason for you to live as the Countess Asherton. I’ll annul the marriage, so go back home. Just return the bride price.”

The sister-in-law had been brought in exchange for the Asherton family paying off the enormous debt her father had incurred while joining the Crusades. She fell into despair, grew ill with grief, and became bedridden.

Perhaps it was karma, but around that time, his brother also fell ill with an unknown disease. After being bedridden for three whole years, he recovered, gave each of his mistresses a small fortune, and sent them away from the castle.

Their mother rejoiced, saying he had finally come to his senses. Just when she was filled with hope that the couple would reconcile and produce an heir, the sister-in-law threw herself from a high tower in the castle. 

Suicide was a mortal sin, taking a life given by God. The sister-in-law couldn’t even be buried in consecrated ground.

Finding a third wife wasn’t easy. No matter how great the House of Asherton was, no parents wanted to see their daughter take her own life.

If they were going to sell their daughter anyway, wouldn’t it be better for her to live, bear healthy children, and raise them as heirs to the family?

During this time, their father’s chronic illness worsened, and he died, passing the title to James.

“If you have any illegitimate children born outside the castle, shouldn’t you bring them in and educate them?” the Dowager asked James. But James merely shrugged and answered.

“I have none.”

“How can that be? How many women have you… touched? There must have been at least seven you brought into the castle.”

“Maybe I’m sterile.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. That’s impossible!”

While insisting it was impossible, his mother secretly began seeking out prophets.

Meanwhile, Raymond returned from serving in the Crusades. He had achieved tremendous military accomplishments and gained vast spoils, but he didn’t inform his family. 

The king granted Raymond lands from a family line that had died out during the Crusades, but at Raymond’s request, this was kept secret. He knew that if his mother found out, she would immediately find him a bride and demand he produce heirs.

As soon as he returned home, he heard about his brother’s marriage. This time, they said, the bride was from a knight’s family, far below their noble status.

But the bride who appeared at the wedding seemed strange for a knight’s daughter. She was, however, exceptionally beautiful. 

Even her red hair, often called the devil’s daughter, complemented her deep blue-green eyes, becoming not a flaw but rather an element that enhanced her unique beauty.

Like a red rose blooming in summer, the beautifully radiant girl was intimidated but still emanated a vitality different from nobles.

“This is troublesome…”

The first woman he’d ever been curious about happened to be his brother’s wife. This was extremely problematic. Raymond left the cathedral before the wedding ended and mounted his horse. Even on his way to the lands granted by the king, the image of red hair and blue-green eyes kept appearing in his mind.

He told his mother he had decided to become a vassal to another noble family. There was nothing good that could come from his greedy mother learning the truth.

A year passed after that, until a letter arrived from his brother.

* * *

“She must bear a son. I’m going crazy with Mother’s nagging.”

Back home after a long time, his brother confided his troubles.

“Mother heard something from some prophet. Find a healthy girl with red hair and blue-green eyes and marry her. Through her, the Asherton bloodline could continue.”

Now he understood why they had welcomed a red-haired daughter-in-law when everyone else avoided them. The combination of such fiery red hair and blue-green eyes was rarely found.

“But why did you ask to meet me? You should just diligently fulfill your husbandly duties.”

“You know I’ve tumbled with many women. But none have ever conceived my child. It seems I might be sterile.”

His brother spoke matter-of-factly.

“How can you know that? You’re still young.”

“There’s a feeling about it. Besides, that woman is too innocent. A husband’s duty is f*cking, right? But I don’t feel aroused enough to want to do it with her.”

“So?”

“Ray, all she needs is to receive Asherton seed and bear a son, right? If I’m sterile, shouldn’t you, as my brother and a son of the Asherton family, fulfill your duty?”

He didn’t bother to think about why he hadn’t refused this absurd proposal. Just remembering her innocent face freezing during the wedding vow kiss made his c*ck painfully er*ect even in his sleep, and that was enough.

The result was this. His sister-in-law, who had lost her senses from just one kiss and gone limp with pleasure, now lay in his arms.

Through her loosened nightgown, he could see her deep cleavage. Not only her plump womanhood seemed out of place on her thin body, but also her full, bursting br*asts.

A body born to arouse men. Why had his brother said he wasn’t aroused by such a sister-in-law? Was it because he had indulged so excessively that he could no longer feel stimulation?

Thinking this, he glanced sideways and saw his brother watching his sister-in-law’s face with a fully er*ect p*nis.

‘This makes me even more aroused.’

Something boiled up inside his chest. All the countless things he had given up as the second son from birth: the title, the lands, parental love. He had never envied these things. The sons of other noble families shared a similar fate. What use was there in lamenting a destiny one had to carve out for oneself?

‘But this woman.’

Raymond’s large hands tore down his sister-in-law’s nightgown and grabbed her bursting br*asts.

“Sister-in-law. To bear a son of the Asherton family, you need to receive plenty of seed, right? I’ll fill that small p*ssy of yours completely, coming again and again.”

Why did her face turn bright red just from having her br*asts squeezed when she had already shown her p*ssy? 

This woman was truly strange.

Raymond grabbed and kneaded her large, swaying br*asts. Had a woman’s br*asts always been this soft? 

His already fully er*ect p*nis throbbed painfully at the incredibly soft sensation that wrapped around his hands.

Winifred belatedly tried to cover her br*asts, her slender hands covering her n*pples. Unlike the hands of noblewomen raised gently, the traces of calluses still remaining on her palms strangely aroused him more. 

Beyond the sinfulness of violating his brother’s wife, he could also feel the sensation of defiling a country maiden.

As he kneaded around her round, large br*asts, the small n*pples in proportion to her large br*asts rose slightly. That small response satisfied him, bringing a smile to his lips.

When he pinched the raised n*pples between his fingers, he could see her flat lower abdomen tense up. He couldn’t leave those trembling lips alone. 

Raymond pushed his tongue between his sister-in-law’s lips. Unlike earlier when she had been defenseless, this time her small tongue attempted weak resistance.

‘She doesn’t know that such resistance only makes the violation more enjoyable.’

Raymond easily subdued the weak resistance and pushed his tongue in deeply. He rapidly repeated inserting and withdrawing his tongue, feeling the sensation of violating her mouth with his tongue. 

He could feel the n*pples pinched between his fingers standing er*ect. When he flicked and kneaded the n*pples with his fingertips, he heard breathless whimpers.

Her young body, unable to handle the overwhelming sensations, trembled under Raymond’s hands.

“Ah, so she can make such sounds too?” his brother muttered, who had lowered his pants, his p*nis fully er*ect and uncomfortable.

“I thought she was like a wooden block.”

That must be because his brother couldn’t awaken the desire hidden within this woman.

Raymond pushed his sister-in-law down. When he flicked the protruding n*pples with the tip of his tongue, the small fruits became even harder. He rubbed the small, hard n*pples with his lips.

“Mmph…”

Even the way she swallowed her breath to suppress her moans was cute. He desperately wanted to make sweet moans flow from those small lips. He wanted to make her beg him to thrust deeper, to thrust his c*ck into her p*ssy until it tore.

As he continued to torment her n*pples with the tip of his tongue, he felt a small crack. He raised the tip of his tongue and flicked it, trying to widen that crack.

“Ahh…”

The woman breathing heavily was his brother’s wife. The law forbade coveting your brother’s wife, but could those who taught the law resist such a woman even if she were their brother’s wife?

He would fill her p*ssy with his seed until it burst. The desire to plant his seed in this woman’s womb and create a child stirred within him. Raymond had never felt such desire for anyone before, but now this desire was more real than anything else.