Her mouth was completely full, and the remaining length outside was too long to properly follow even half the instructions, but it seemed to have an effect. Leon slightly furrowed his brow and withdrew his member from Bella’s mouth.

“…Since it’s your first time.”

Leon surveyed Bella, who was kneeling before him and looking up with reddened eyes while stroking himself up and down with his hand.

“Hah.”

Soon, with a short groan, he ej*culated toward Bella. Deliberately lowering the angle, he sprayed the milky s*men onto her cleavage and dress.

Bella bit her lip and tried not to grimace. She didn’t want to upset Leon unnecessarily.

‘It’s over. I endured well.’

Bella whispered to herself as she stood up. Her lips and chin felt numb.

“Now please untie my hands…”

“Your clothes are dirty, Bella.”

Leon smiled gently.

“Since I made them dirty, I should take responsibility this time.”

“No. No! It’s fine. You don’t need to do that. I’ll take care of my clothes myself.”

“I don’t know much about women’s clothing, you see.”

Leon tilted his head at an angle as he continued.

“If I try to remove it, it might tear.”

“Please just let me go.”

Bella pleaded tearfully. Having been forcibly violated twice already, she no longer had the nerve to defy him and say go ahead and tear it, she’d fix it later.

After watching her intently with no sign of movement, Leon picked up a sword that was decorating the wall. The blood drained from Bella’s face.

He pushed the tip of the scabbard under the hem of her dress.

“What will it be? Will you take it off yourself, or shall I remove it for you?”

The sheathed sword tip began slowly sliding up between Bella’s legs. As the dress caught on the scabbard, it was pulled upward, revealing her white calves.

“How am I supposed to take off my clothes with my hands tied like this?”

“Ah, that’s true. But I don’t feel like untying you.”

The moment the scabbard tip reached her knee, Bella summoned her last ounce of courage and kicked the sword away forcefully. As soon as the heavy scabbard end came free from her dress, Bella ran toward the door on trembling legs.

Because Leon had kept his promise to leave the dressing room door open, she could run straight through the drawing room toward the door leading out of Leon’s chambers.

“Ah!”

However, with her hands tied behind her back, she couldn’t open the door. As soon as she turned around to grasp the doorknob, Leon approached. He drew the sword from its scabbard with a smiling face.

“Oh, you want me to undress you?”

“Kyaah!”

Bella screamed. She pounded on the door with her bound hands and kicked it while shouting.

“Help me! Someone, please help! Open the door, please open the door! Please…”

Surely there were servants outside the door, but no one opened it.

Leon waited until Bella had finished screaming, then slowly raised the sword tip. The sharp blade pointed just below her chest.

“Ah… No…”

Bella couldn’t breathe and could only stare at the sword tip. He skillfully cut only the lace that bound just below her chest.

With a thud, the lace fell to the floor and the dress loosened. Leon resheathed the sword and threw it far away.

The next moment, his hands mercilessly tore away her clothes. With her hands tied, Bella could neither stop him nor cover herself.

“Ah, Bella. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you beneath these clothes.”

Bella bit her lip firmly and turned her head away, avoiding his gaze. On her chest, marks left by the other two men were still faintly visible.

Leon caressed her from the waist up, gently cupped both br*asts with his hands, and buried his face in them. He rubbed his straight nose between her br*asts and inhaled deeply as if savoring her scent. Then he extended his tongue and licked a long trail up her cleavage. Bella reflexively flinched and trembled.

“I wondered why you started wearing a choker every day.”

Leon hooked his finger into the choker and pulled. Hnngh, with her throat constricted, Bella had no choice but to follow where he pulled.

“Talking about being the Princess’s faithful lady-in-waiting, but behind her back, you’ve been doing such naughty things.”

“Let, me, hng, go, ple, ugh.”

“Seeing how you talk back, it’s quite obvious.”

Bella was dragged across the drawing room and back into the dressing room, n*ked except for her choker.

Leon stood Bella in the middle of the room and walked around her once, examining her body up and down. Bella’s face was flushed red with shame and fear.

Leon patted her br*asts and whispered softly in her ear.

“The Princess would surely be shocked to know her faithful lady-in-waiting is covered with traces of enjoying men. After all, all the men here belong to the Princess in a way.”

“Enjoying? No, that’s not it. And—”

“I suppose I’ll have to punish you myself. A good scolding should keep you from coveting what belongs to the Princess again.”

“Ah!”

Leon pinched both her n*pples, twisting and pulling them lightly.

“Answer me. How many men have you spread your legs for so far?”

Bella’s face instantly turned crimson. She chose to keep her mouth firmly shut and not answer.

In response, Leon slapped her br*ast with a loud smack.

“Ahk!”

Startled, Bella let out a small cry and hunched her upper body forward. But soon, Leon roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to straighten her back again.

“You should answer promptly. Honest children receive lighter punishments.”

“Spread my legs? I never… did that.”

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a lie. Although men had spread her legs as they pleased, Bella herself had never spread them voluntarily.

“Is that so?”

Another loud smack, and her slapped br*ast bounced significantly. Bella bit her lip hard, more from the humiliation than the pain.

The pale white skin gradually began to show red marks from his hand.

Leon grabbed her br*ast firmly and spoke.

“Then what are these marks? Let me guess.”

“Ah, ahh.”

“Everitt Myers and Blake Rowell. Right? And what was his name, that singer too, at least three. Are there more men I don’t know about? Hmm?”

‘H-how?’

How on earth did he know it was those two? And Florian as well, picking out only the male leads among the fiancé candidates.

“Why should I answer that question? I told you nothing happened.”

Bella spoke with feigned firmness, but Leon had already read the answer in her expression. He smiled kindly while pinching her n*pple and shook her entire br*ast hard enough to make it bounce.

“What a lewd wench. With a face identical to the Princess, you plan to seduce every man in the summer palace.”

“Ahh, ngh…! N-no, that’s not it. Ugh, hnngh.”

Her n*pples burned. Both sides were already swollen red and standing er*ect. Bella moaned and twisted her body.

“Really? It seems difficult to get an answer from your mouth. Then shall I ask your p*ssy instead?”

“…Huk.”

Leon extended his middle and ring fingers and pushed them into her entrance. Already beginning to get wet, his fingers penetrated all the way to the end without resistance. Bella, who hadn’t even realized she was wet, flinched and inhaled sharply.

“Look at this. This isn’t the body of someone who’s only had one or two men.”

“S-stop, hng…”

He pulled his fingers all the way out and then thrust them back in forcefully. His long fingers reached deep inside her v*gina while simultaneously his palm made a slapping sound against her entire pubic area. It felt like her lower region was vibrating.

“You’re not answering properly.”

“Hahk!”

Leon’s hand movements gradually quickened. Bella had to endure it all while standing with her hands tied behind her back. The sounds between her legs became increasingly wet.