3.11
She didn’t need to hear what the ladies were whispering behind her back. It was obvious: they’d be saying things like how Lucius, true to his womanizing reputation, was seducing a widow with a child, or that his relationship with Clara wasn’t serious.
Clara bit her lip and marched forward. Lucius, noticing her approach from afar, seemed slightly surprised. The noblewoman beside him was busy dabbing her chest with the handkerchief Lucius had given her.
Standing before them, Clara noticed a faint white stain on the woman’s chest.
‘They came out together, Lucius handed her a handkerchief, and she’s wiping that spot—of all places.’
It was the perfect setup for a misunderstanding.
Liz’s comment about wandering eyes and being distracted suddenly came to mind. Clara, her face slightly flushed, glanced back and forth between the two.
“Oh, Madame Margaret, this is Lady Clara.”
Lucius introduced her properly to the noblewoman, as if sensing Clara’s growing irritation. Madame Margaret, who had been busy wiping herself, finally looked up and smiled warmly at Clara.
“Nice to meet you, Lady Clara. You must be the young lady in the passionate romance with the Baron.”
Her cheerful demeanor caused Clara to falter for a moment, but she quickly remembered why she had approached. Clara returned the greeting politely and got straight to the point.
“Excuse me, but may I borrow Baron Lucius for a moment?”
“Oh, of course. By all means.”
Madame Margaret seemed slightly taken aback but agreed readily. After all, she had experienced plenty of similar situations in her younger days.
Clara gave a quick bow, grabbed Lucius’s hand, and led him away.
‘Somewhere quiet, somewhere private.’
She wandered through the mansion, looking for a place where they could talk undisturbed. Eventually, she found a garden at the back and came to a halt.
“What’s going on, Clara?”
Lucius, who had been following her silently, stopped and placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him.
Her tense expression had been bothering him since earlier. She hadn’t seemed eager to join the gathering, and now she looked upset.
Had someone said something to her?
Lucius studied her face carefully.
“What were you doing with Madame Margaret?”
“What?”
Her first words caught him off guard.
Why was she bringing up Madame Margaret all of a sudden?
“With her, um, it was nothing. Anyway, did something happen at your table?”
Lucius’s attempt to change the subject made Clara feel a surge of frustration.
Why couldn’t he just answer directly? If it was truly nothing, why not say so?
Deep down, she knew.
This was just her insecurity talking. She knew there was likely nothing between him and Madame Margaret. But knowing didn’t ease the suffocating feeling in her chest.
“Nothing happened with me either. What could possibly happen at that table?”
Clara’s words made Lucius narrow his eyes. She had been fine before they came here, but now she was on edge. It had to be because of something those ladies said.
“Let me guess—they said we’d break up soon?”
“That’s not all. They talked about how you act like an older brother taking care of his little sister, mistaking familial affection for love.”
“Clara.”
“Well, it’s not an unreasonable thing to say, is it? Your feelings for me might change someday.”
“Clara!”
Lucius couldn’t hold back and shouted.
“Why are you yelling at me?”
He couldn’t understand this situation at all.
Why was she believing such nonsense?
He swore to himself that he had never neglected her since they started dating. He had done everything he could to make her happy, even going so far as to pay attention to every little detail of her feelings. And yet, this was the response he got?
“So you believe that nonsense?”
“…”
“I’d rather you tell me you were furious when you heard it. That you wanted to rip their mouths apart. If you’d said that, I’d have done it for you. If you’d wanted me to stomp on them, I would’ve done that too.”
Lucius’s voice grew louder. He ruffled his hair in frustration.
“What? I think of you as a little sister? Do you sleep with someone you see as a sibling?”
“I’ve never thought of you as a brother. I’ve always seen you as a man.”
“Then you’re saying I’m the one mistaking my feelings?”
“Well, how could I be sure of your feelings, Baron?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Lucius firmly grabbed Clara’s shoulders. Even if he didn’t know much else, the fact that she couldn’t understand his feelings hurt deeply.
Why, just why didn’t she know? Why couldn’t she see it? Why?
“Do you really not understand my feelings? Are you acting like this because you don’t know?”
“Yes. I don’t know. I don’t understand you right now, Baron.”
Clara retorted without backing down an inch. At her response, Lucius let out a sigh.
“Seriously, this is driving me crazy.”
Then, as he fell silent, Clara’s body trembled. She didn’t know. This wasn’t the kind of conversation she had intended to have, but somehow, things had escalated to this point.
“So, what exactly did you do with the Madame?”
“Why do you keep bringing that up? Don’t tell me… you think there’s something between me and that Madame?”
Lucius’s face twisted in frustration. Perhaps this was the price he had to pay for his past entanglements with various women.
Fine. If Clara thought so little of me—
“So, you see me as the kind of man who would mess around with someone else even while I have you. And with a woman who even has a child, no less.”
“She was wiping her chest with a handkerchief. I thought there might be something between you two.”
“You’re seriously infuriating me. I never thought I’d be wasting my emotions like this.”
“Wasting your emotions?”
At Clara’s sarcastic response, Lucius pressed her shoulders even harder. The pain was so intense it felt as though her bones might break, and tears welled up in her eyes as a pained groan escaped her lips.
“Fine, I’ll show you exactly what kind of man I am. Turn around.”
“W-what?”
“I said, turn around, Clara.”
Lucius did not give her any time. He forcibly turned her over and made her grab onto a tree tightly. Just as she was about to ask what he was doing, Clara realized that her dress was being lifted and her undergarments were being removed.
“L-Lucius!”
“Shut up. If you make a sound, I’ll call everyone over to watch. Do you want them to see us like this?”
“W-what are you—”
Lucius took out a handkerchief from his pocket and shoved it into her mouth, as if he didn’t want to hear any noise. Without any f*replay, he immediately thrust his member into her opening in one go.
“Haah, mmph!!”
Such an unexpected intrusion caused her tight entrance to clench around him, as if rejecting his manhood. Lucius gripped her hips tightly, with only the tip of himself inside her.
He knew it wouldn’t be easy to push in unless she loosened up, but he hadn’t expected her to be this tight.
“Ha, hah, mmph.”
“Bite down on the handkerchief properly. You wouldn’t want rumors spreading that we’re having s*x here, would you?”
“Mm, mmph.”
Feigning composure, Lucius pushed himself further inside her. It was difficult to force his way in, but it wasn’t as though there was no opening at all. Having intertwined with her body countless times before, Lucius knew her well. He moved slowly, thrusting back and forth, waiting for her natural fluids to flow. He was well aware that even without loosening her up, her body would eventually release its own moisture from the repeated motion.
“Ah, ahh, mmph, ugh.”
See?
This was the body of a woman who couldn’t resist him.
Lucius gradually felt that it was becoming easier to move. Despite having thrust himself in so suddenly, Clara’s body was already showing signs of pleasure from his actions.
‘I should be punishing her. She shouldn’t be enjoying this so much.’
How dare she suspect me and Madame Margaret? If she’s going to doubt someone, she should at least pick the right person.
Lucius gritted his teeth. He hadn’t done anything that Clara should be worried about. Madame Margaret, having recently given birth, seemed quite uncomfortable even just standing and had staggered, so he had only helped steady her. And when he noticed something on her chest, he merely handed her a handkerchief. That was all.
He couldn’t understand what Clara had seen to make her so suspicious, but what could he do? In this relationship, Lucius was the weaker party.
‘Calling her like a younger sister, huh.’
As irritation surged within him, Lucius smacked her pale b*ttocks with the palm of his hand.
“Ah, mmph!”
A sibling? Is this what you do to a sibling?
Since meeting Clara, Lucius had come to realize a few things. For one, he was far more romantic than he had thought. And secondly, he liked Clara much more than he had expected.
He had suppressed his feelings under the guise of a sibling-like relationship, but once that facade was gone, his emotions had taken over completely.
“Tighten up more, Clara.”
Lucius spoke those words as he struck her b*ttocks once more. Whether she was crying or feeling pleasure, Clara continued to let out incomprehensible moans while biting down on the handkerchief. From their point of connection, lewd, wet sounds could now be heard.
Her body, which was so indecent only for him, began to ease Lucius’s mood slightly. As he thrust into her forcefully, he rubbed her lips with his fingers.
There was no need to hold back at this point.
All of this was because they hadn’t been physically intimate. If he kept pounding into her like this, she wouldn’t have the audacity to entertain any other thoughts with that impudent mind of hers.
“Ah, mmph, ugh, haaah.”
At that moment, Clara’s body shuddered violently before trembling uncontrollably.
She had already cl*maxed.
Lucius clicked his tongue in disapproval. He hadn’t even properly started yet.
“Looks like I’ll make you cry a lot tonight.”
He smirked slyly as he thrust himself deeply into her opening. It didn’t matter. The night was still long, and by the end, he would escort her back to his house.
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Nous_Defions
Lucius, this idiot… I thought he figured it out when he eas self-talking sbout the consequences of his past entaglements… Turns out, he’s another selfish jerk… He didn’t even think how Clara would feel. He didn’t think that after all his philandering, she would feel insecure and needs that reassurance from him… And the nerve of him doing that to her in the open… I wish Clara would slap him back to his senses real hard after this and leave him for someone who truly deserves her… If he really had feelings for her, he wouldn’t string him along like that… What a hypocrite to think if himself as romantic…