When Adeline returned to the mansion after her outing, she discovered an envelope on her desk bearing a familiar seal.

The letter had been sent from Morsha by her mother’s youngest brother and Adeline’s maternal uncle, Erich Kleiz.

Uncle—at first glance, it might sound like a close relationship. But Erich was someone too awkward to call “uncle” with any familiarity.

During the time when Adeline’s biological father held the throne, they had exchanged visits occasionally, but after her uncle William took power, contact had almost completely ceased.

Then, recently, after holding the funeral for her mother Luise, Adeline had received a letter from Erich—a message of condolence filled with longing and regret, expressing his sorrow at being unable to attend the funeral.

It’s all right, I understand everything. As Adeline wrote a polite reply, she hesitated before adding something about Leopold at the end.

The reply I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. Hoping it contained the answer she wanted, she tore open the letter urgently.

* * *

To Adeline Belliche.

I received your reply. Just from reading your letter, I can imagine how lonely you must be. Unfortunately, various circumstances have prevented us from staying in touch. Now I will embrace you in place of my departed sister.

Yes, well, about your husband Belliche. He’s truly a remarkable and dependable man. It seems you have a more accurate eye for men than your mother did. Even your mother in heaven must no longer deny that your choice was right.

How fortunate you are to have such a good husband.

* * *

Only after the praise for Kailen passed did Adeline find the answer about Leopold.

* * *

Yes, you wanted to know about Leopold’s current situation.

It’s a difficult matter, but considering your feelings, as your uncle I find it hard to simply pretend not to know. If I don’t help you, who will?

However, I’m currently in a personally difficult situation. An investment matter in southwestern Morsha has me tied up, making it hard to leave right now. And it’s not exactly something I can openly send someone to investigate, you know.

But if you could advise me on the recent movements of Belliche Trading Company, it would be a great help to me.

* * *

The sentences that followed were similar.

If she would grant him this favor, he would look into Leopold right away, and shouldn’t family help each other?

She laughed a little at the final greeting—hoping his request wasn’t a burden, he wouldn’t rush her for a reply, stay healthy.

Even after finishing the letter, Adeline sat for a while, gazing out the window.

Tonight, the slender moonlight left alone in the starless night sky looked especially desolate.

“Family…”

She suddenly wondered what family really meant.

“I’m tired.”

Unlike other ordinary people, family seemed to be something that only added exhaustion to her life. But soon she found herself disgusted at harboring such wretched thoughts.

Adeline folded the letter and put it in a drawer.

She didn’t write a reply.

At least not today.

* * *

Adeline only learned after sleeping with Kailen that there existed such a diverse array of vulgar words crudely referring to g*nitalia—p*ssy, hole, c*ck, and the like.

Though he was a commoner, in Adeline’s eyes he appeared more upright than any noble, even elegant, so whenever he uttered such lewd words, Adeline didn’t know what to do with herself. 

The bigger problem was that he seemed to enjoy watching her tremble with shame.

Yet no matter how many times she heard them, Adeline could never get used to his crude expressions. If he would just keep his mouth shut, he was truly a man who would look fitting even in priest’s robes.

The night before, while caressing Adeline’s gaping v*lva with his s*men flowing from it, Kailen had said:

“Don’t wash it off, and don’t wear underwear. Wait for me. I’ll come home early and check down there.”

Even in her exhausted state, Adeline shook her head saying she didn’t want that, but he wouldn’t accept her refusal. Instead, he made an absolute mess of her below.

White foam had dried and stuck to her pubic hair. And the milky fl*ids made everything slippery down to between her buttocks, flowing abundantly along her perineum—the sensation felt unpleasant.

He gazed with satisfaction at the scene he’d created and threatened Adeline:

“Don’t get any cute ideas about wearing underwear and secretly taking it off before I arrive. I can tell what you’ve done just by spreading your p*ssy and looking.”

In the end, though embarrassed, Adeline couldn’t wash in the morning. She even dismissed the maids and spent most of the day in her room wearing only an indoor skirt.

Even alone like this, all day long she felt something slippery between her legs and the sensation of something trickling down, making her restless.

What if someone comes in? What if they notice my condition?

Her heart clenched with such anxiety and nervousness.

Moreover, she couldn’t even sit properly for fear that staying seated would soak her skirt—truly a dilemma.

She had no idea how the day passed.

When she had no choice but to leave her room, her anxiety peaked.

Fortunately, Kailen returned home around 3 PM, somewhat earlier than usual. Upon entering the mansion, he embraced Adeline’s waist as she came out to greet him, her face flushed bright red.

He climbed the stairs while subtly groping Adeline’s body in a way only she could notice.

Before finishing the climb, he glanced back at the head butler.

“Vardi, I’ll call when I need something today, so don’t let anyone up to the second floor. Don’t bother with dinner either until I give instructions.”

For a moment, Mrs. Lien and Vardi exchanged peculiar glances.

But at the master’s command, they and the other servants bowed and withdrew. The problem started after that. Before they’d even completely disappeared, his large hand grabbed and kneaded the backside of the bowing Adeline.

“…!”

Kailen’s wet breath clung to her ear.

“They’d never dream of it. That the gracious lady has been walking back and forth before their eyes all day with no underwear, bare p*ssy and all.”

“Hah. But Kailen, you… you’re the one who wouldn’t let me wear any. You told me not to.”

Before even entering the room, he lifted Adeline’s voluminous skirt in the second-floor hallway. 

Her plump l*bia, seemingly moist enough to leave wetness if touched, were revealed before his eyes.

Kailen raised both corners of his mouth, then cupped the area with his palm and groped it.

“Did you accidentally fall down? If you’d tumbled over, that would’ve been quite a sight… You would’ve exposed this p*ssy dripping everywhere in front of everyone.”

“Mmm, noooo.”

“Today’s cleaning staff must have had a hard time. The floor kept having puddles even though they’d just wiped it. They must’ve been so annoyed wondering why there kept being more to clean.”

The jokes pouring out were vulgar enough to make her want to cover her ears. She resented him a little for stimulating her with such embarrassing talk.

But he found Adeline’s flustered state too amusing, and whispered while squelching her l*bia with his hand loud enough to make wet sounds:

“I wonder if they knew it was fl*id from her noble ladyship?”

“Please, Kailen… Let’s just go to the bed, hic.”

With a tearful face, Adeline barely managed to drag her trembling legs and open the drawing room door. But she couldn’t even make it to her bedroom connected to the drawing room before crying out and collapsing. 

Three of his fingers had plunged deep into her vaginal opening still flowing with the s*men he’d released the night before.

But contrary to her feeling that this shouldn’t happen, Adeline’s hole gaped and swallowed his fingers without resistance. And the white s*men clumped inside ran down his fingers and dripped onto the floor.

“Looks like you’ll come before even reaching the bed. Can you even stand up?”

“Ah, ahhh!”

Adeline pressed both hands to the floor, trying to crawl there on trembling legs. But Kailen followed persistently, stirring up her lower hole into a complete mess.

At the teasing of his fingers grazing her spot, Adeline found herself responding by swaying her hips without realizing it.

Under his relentless caressing, liquid soon burst from below with a splash.