I Was Tricked Into A Fraudulent Marriage By The Obsessive Villain - Chapter 3 Part 5

When she came to her senses, she was lying on a bed somewhere.

The moment she heard the word ‘bet,’ her desire to win surged, and she lost her senses for a moment.

She had only fallen into this world with her soul, not her alcohol-trained body.

“Ugh… it’s bitter.”

“You said you enjoyed it.”

The man raised the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly.

She felt dizzy, as if she had drunk a whole bottle of alcohol. She couldn’t think straight.

It seemed like the man’s face was spinning around.

“Why do you keep moving?”

The man let out a small chuckle when he heard Iona’s words.

He soon fixed his eyes on Iona and began to unbutton his shirt one by one.

“….”

She couldn’t take her eyes off the buttons brushing against the man’s fingertips. His red pupils were shining brightly.

“Are you trying to run away again?”

“……Ugh.”

Due to her dizzy head, she couldn’t answer properly.

Soon, the man’s shirt fell to the ground.

The man approached. As he got closer, his scent enveloped her.

“Who is your husband?”

The corners of the man’s mouth rose in a smirk, but his eyes didn’t seem to be smiling.

“I don’t know… my husband… I don’t know… ugh.”

A shiver ran down her spine as his hand brushed her neck.

The man held Iona’s hand and kissed each of her fingertips.

No. I have to push him away.

The thought of pushing the man away crossed her mind.

But then another voice whispered in her head.

No. Why?

“…Yeah. Why should I push you away.”

In a dazed state, she murmured without realizing.

“I heard a rumor on the street that you’re getting a divorce.”

“How could they know… Ugh!”

The man lightly nibbled on Iona’s fingertips and smirked cruelly.

“It’s well-known. That Mrs. Hinkel is a h*rny woman, and she’s trying to get a divorce.”

In the next moment, the man tilted his head towards Iona.

“If you’re lustful, you must like this too, right?”

“….”

The man gradually approached. His movements seemed to be in slow motion, and Iona blinked slowly as she stared at the man.

“If you want to push me away, do it now.”

“….”

She gently closed her eyes at the man’s words.

Surely she would blame herself again in the morning.

But she couldn’t bring herself to reject the man in front of her.

“It’s just the alcohol talking.”

“Yes, it’s the alcohol.”

Using whatever excuse she could muster, she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and pulled him closer.

A low chuckle brushed against her ear.

Her clothes quickly fell to the floor.

A shiver ran down her spine as his breath lingered.

“Here, it’s stiff.”

The man said, nibbling on her n*pple.

“Oh, ah…!”

“What do you like so much that it’s standing stiff like this? Hm?”

As he continued to torment her n*pple, the man asked.

“Is it the man from the bar earlier? Or someone else?”

“Hmng, aah. No… no… Ahh!”

Iona whimpered as the man squeezed her br*ast tightly in his large hand.

“Oh, so it’s me.”

“Huh, ahhng…”

The man smiled satisfiedly as she nodded her head in a daze from the alcohol.

Pressing his face against her chest, he chuckled lasciviously.

As if praising her for a job well done, he buried his head beneath her.

He pulled her tightly pressed legs and spread them apart, then rolled the tip of his tongue over her cl*t as if he was used to doing it.

“Hah, ahhng… Ah!”

She involuntarily moaned. Her alcohol-soaked mind couldn’t withstand the pl*asure the man was giving her, rendering her unable to think properly.

The man spread her p*ssy open past her cl*toris and brought his tongue to her entrance.

“Huh, aah… Hmng, hnngg…!”

Slurp. As if it were the sweetest l*quid, the man began to drink her flowing fl*ids.

Her jaw dropped open, and a moan escaped. Her whole body trembled as if she was experiencing convulsions.

The man, who had greedily consumed the l*quids flowing from inside her, pushed his fingers into her narrow place.

“Ah…!”

“It seems you completely forgot about last night. It became so tight like this.”

The man clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“Well, we can just widen it again, can’t we?”

“Hu, huh… Yes, yeah.”

Intoxicated by alcohol, Iona nodded her head without properly understanding what the man was saying.

The man’s fingers inside her curled into hooks and scratched at her insides as if urging her to answer.

After looking at the state of her, the man smirked and added more fingers.

Two fingers, three fingers. The more fingers penetrated inside, the further her waist curved backward.

“Hah, huh, don’t. Ah, ah… It’s, it’s tearing apart.”

“It will tear.”

He bit her n*pple painfully, as if to scold her for her nonsense.

“Hah, aah…!”

“Have you forgotten how much you enjoyed having me here last time?”

The man withdrew the fingers that were ravaging her insides all at once.

There was a snap, like the sound of something blocking it that had been pulled out, and his fingers were out of her.

Her opened insides twitched as if demanding something to be inserted again.

Silently observing her v*gina’s contractions, the man rubbed his erect c*ck against the slit of her p*ssy.

“Ugh, uhh…”

“Ask for it. Hm?”

“Huh, yes, what?”

“Ask me to put it inside. Come on.”

The man spoke while giving Iona a brief kiss on the mouth.

He couldn’t help but feel Iona’s desperate movements, who seemed restless as though she wanted to consume him entirely. It was impossible for him not to notice.

“Huh, uh. Quickly. Hurry…”

The intoxicated Iona no longer retained any reason.

She instinctively pressed her lower body against his c*ck. Which made the man grunt and laugh ferociously.

“Aah, aahng…!”

“That’s why I’m telling you to say it quickly. Hm?”

“Yes, ahng… Ah!”

“Beg me to feed it to you. Quickly.”

The man spread her p*ssy wide and brought his gl*ns close to her v*gina.

Just a little bit. I think I could get it inside right away if I moved my waist just a little bit.

The body that remembered the pl*asure given by that monstrously large dick acted instinctively.

As she continued to grind her hips and desperately try to accommodate his c*ck, Iona’s inner walls were disrupted by a finger that the man inserted and twisted inside her.

“Quickly. Hm? You want to eat it so bad. So hurry.”

“Hmm, eat, feed…. Ahh!”

At that moment, when she pleaded as the man demanded,

His gl*ns, which had been tantalizing her entrance the whole time, violently entered with a thrust and opened her entrance.

“Ah, aah…!”

“Ha…. Sh*t.”

As if he had been waiting, the man spat out profanities in response to the movements of her inner walls, which were biting and chewing determinedly on his c*ck as though it wouldn’t let him go.

It was so tight that if he just let go of his reason for a little bit, he would’ve come right then and there.

“You were so hungry, huh?”

“Hah, haaa….”

Iona couldn’t hear the man’s voice, having already reached her cl*max at his mere penetration.

Her insides, which were already at the height of pl*asure, urged him on, begging for more.

Carvain moved his hips in response to that grasping motion.

With a squelching sound, his fully inserted c*ck pulled out, causing Iona to moan, Ahh.

Then the man immediately thrust forcefully, reaching Iona’s womb.

“Huh, aah, hng, ah!”

“Haah…. Does it taste good?”

The man asked, thrusting his entire length inside, and pressing his lips against Iona’s chin.

“Hmm, yeah…. Yes.”

Iona nodded her head without fully understanding what he was saying.

Satisfied with her response, the man vigorously struck the area where she was feeling it.

He was pounding hard on Iona’s insides, as though she were beating with a baseball bat, and she squirmed with pl*asure.

“Ha, Iona. What are we going to do? Huh? What are you going to do when you keep c*mming like this?”

The man scolded her, biting her neck.

“Hahhnng, hhmng…. huh!”

Moans filled the room.

Iona clasped her arms around the man’s neck and surrendered herself to the pl*asure.

***

“….”

The evening sun began to set.

Austin stood with his arms crossed, lost in thought.

The lit candle in front of him flickered aimlessly in the wind, much like Austin’s state of mind at the moment.

In an era where magic stones emitted light, Austin enjoyed lighting candles and getting lost in thoughts.

— It’s romance. Romance. The mood isn’t there.

Ever since he’d realized it was an old habit of Iona’s to stare into the candlelight and collect her thoughts.

How much more time had passed like this?

Knock, knock.

“Come in.”

“Ah, yes! Sub-Leader. I’ve brought what you asked for. This seems quite heavy, doesn’t it?”

The new guild m*mber placed the hefty package in front of Austin.

Since it was wrapped so tightly, its contents were completely hidden.

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Well, it was nothing. But what is it that you brought it in so secretly? Even the person who handed it over was being overly cautious… It’s as if it would be a big problem if it were to be discovered.”

The new guild m*mber asked, with a puzzled expression on his face.

“This is a secret only the two of us know.”

“Oh, yes. Uh… Uh, Sub-Leader!”

Austin pushed the new guild m*mber out of the door and slammed it shut, even remembering to lock it.

As the new guild m*mber had said, there would be trouble if it were to be discovered that he brought this.

He sat down at the desk and unwrapped the package, revealing a thick book inside.

The front of the book read, ‘The Directory of the Nobility within the Empire’.

In reality, this was an item that a commoner could never lay hands on.

Austin opened the thick cover and slowly flipped through the pages.

His eyes as he read the characters were sharp as a blade.

His blue eyes darted around, searching for something.

An influential family with enough power to affect the capital.

And a married person who entered into an arranged marriage.

With each condition added, the pool of candidates dwindled.

An influential family, an arranged marriage.

And…

“Blonde hair, purple eyes.”

The next moment, as Austin turned the page, he froze in place.

“….”

Under the light, Austin’s blue eyes flickered mercilessly.

— Someone of high status is hiding their identity within this guild…

No way.

“The noble hiding their identity isn’t me…”

***