A crescent moon hung in the darkening night sky like an eyebrow. As the servant responsible for lighting diligently moved his rod, brass gas lamps throughout the mansion lit up one by one.

Heather gathered all the employees except the kitchen staff and gave them strict instructions.

“No one is to set foot in the corridor where the study is located.”

The maids and servants exchanged glances before meeting Heather’s sharp gaze and lowering their heads.

“If anyone disturbs the master’s peace, they will be disciplined immediately, regardless of the reason.”

After finishing his internal control measures, Heather watched the dispersing maids with piercing eyes. He instructed Nora to closely monitor Rita and her close associates. 

If they didn’t correct their attitude even after Nora’s strict training, he planned to impose even harsher discipline.

Giving a chance to a maid who had insulted Oscar’s guest wasn’t really the right course of action for a head butler. 

But Heather was human too, and he couldn’t help but consider the position of the immature maid he had known for a long time over an unwelcome guest.

Because of Heather’s control, the corridor leading to the study became deserted.

* * *

Oscar von Oestenberg was not the straightforward hero his public image suggested. Rather, when it came to war, he was a commander who unhesitatingly employed cruel methods and underhanded deceptions to win, much like a villain.

Oscar, who knew his own sins best, understood he was no hero. He had simply hidden his true self for his own convenience and necessity.

The more society demanded that Oscar maintain a dignified heroic image, the stronger his tendencies to suspect and control others became. 

Heather always worried about this aspect of his character. When a boil full of pus bursts, it takes only an instant for healthy flesh to become contaminated.

Today was when it finally festered and burst, and that woman was chosen as the sacrifice. The anonymous letter was merely a pretext to corner her; what had emerged was Oscar’s repressed self that had been suppressed for so long. It was extremely unfortunate for Jacqueline.

Oscar looked at the red blur kneeling before him.

“How disappointing. Are you saying Captain Friedman was satisfied with such amateur oral skills?”

“Hmmph!”

When Jacqueline shook her head in denial at Oscar’s words, the organ in her mouth swelled even more. 

Though his member should have felt pain from contact with her teeth, Oscar showed no change in expression and firmly pressed his palm against the back of her head.

Her green eyes, once full of life like fresh sprouts, gradually changed to resemble a swamp of death. Gripped by the fear that she might suffocate to death, Jacqueline clawed at Oscar’s thighs with her hands.

“Mmph! Ummph! Mmph!”

But Oscar mercilessly thrust his member into the woman’s mouth. After repeatedly forcing his gl*ns into her throat several times, he pulled his hips back when her breathing quieted.

“Cough, cough! Haa…”

Oscar inserted his fingers between her lips that were exhaling hot breath and firmly pressed down on her soft tongue.

“Use your tongue. Purse your lips more.”

Jacqueline had no choice but to follow Oscar’s instructions. Otherwise, he would torment her more severely.

Meanwhile, Oscar became aroused at the thought of violating a woman who had betrayed him. 

He simultaneously felt the emptiness of having dragged down a noble sun that shone on its own, and the thrill of committing a forbidden act not permitted to him. This was a base of vicarious satisfaction.

Now, he superimposed Claire’s image onto the woman gasping for breath beneath him. With her brilliant blonde hair that seemed to contain the sun and clear lake-like eyes that reflected the sky, she was a woman similar to Oscar.

From inheriting the bloodline of an old noble family to having similar hobbies and interests, they communicated well. 

At one time, he had even mistakenly thought she might be a woman heaven had sent for him. That was until Claire became involved with his subordinate.

‘You still come looking for me whenever Alain de Lebutin’s political position becomes shaky. Claire, I wonder how you would react if I took everything you have. This woman eventually submitted to me and is now in this position. You’ll soon be the same.’

Oscar called out the name of a woman who had developed feelings for another man despite being engaged to him, along with his rough breathing.

“Haa… Claire. Damn it, Lea.”

Jacqueline looked up at him, startled by Oscar’s harsh curse and the unfamiliar woman’s name. 

When she stopped awkwardly swirling her tongue while holding his member, Oscar grabbed her red hair with a dissatisfied expression and shook it. He inserted his member deep into her throat and thrust his hips, indicating she should do it properly.

“Ahmmph! Kk! Umph, kuh!”

Tears that had welled up in her green eyes rolled down her flushed cheeks. They must have fallen onto Oscar’s thick hands that were holding her small face. But consumed by his emotions, he couldn’t feel the warmth of those tears.

Claire’s letter, received after two years, was filled with venom. Sharp blades suddenly protruded from elegant sentences, cutting into one’s heart. 

Beginning with “I loved you,” her lengthy reasons for breaking the engagement were presented as a daughter’s tearful filial piety following her father’s wishes, but the conclusion was essentially a notification that she didn’t want to become the wife of a defective man.

[Apart from political interests, I wanted to be just Claire Marianne de Lebutin, neither Alain de Lebutin’s daughter nor Oscar von Oestenberg’s fiancée. Only Franz understood my feelings. I feel guilty for having such thoughts while with you…

Yes, Oscar, I felt emotions with him that I never experienced with you. So Franz is not at fault. If anyone is at fault, it’s that I didn’t love you. I thought I could love you. What woman would refuse Oscar von Oestenberg?

But I found that some things can’t be achieved through effort. I couldn’t deceive my heart any longer. You’ll understand the feelings I experienced when you find true love.

What we briefly shared was just a fleeting emotion like a mirage that rises briefly on a spring day and then disappears, so please forget me and find someone good.

Sincerely wishing to be your friend,

Claire Marianne de Lebutin]

Oscar laughed bitterly upon hearing Claire’s letter. To call their connected moments fleeting emotions. He had been denied that time by a woman to whom he had dedicated part of his life.

Oscar spat out Claire’s name like he was grinding it between his teeth.

“Claire, Claire! Damn it, good. More.”

The dark red column moved rapidly between pink lips. As his hip movements became increasingly rough, Oscar’s breathing grew harsher, and the level of his occasional remarks escalated.

“Damn you. Kuh, you lied… to me. No experience with men?”

“Umph! Mmmmph! Mmm…”

Even though Jacqueline tried to assert her innocence while sobbing, all she could do was twitch her lips, blocked by the blunt member. Rather, such movements only helped Oscar reach climax.

“I almost believed those sounds of crying, seemingly enduring shame. No. Those sounds seem to excite me more. If you calculated even that, you really are… a temptress who knows how to handle men.”

Originally, he should have just scared her and sent her away from Hildegard House. But once he made her perform oral s*x, he found it less repulsive than expected and quite pleasurable. 

So he thought it wouldn’t be bad to use her occasionally to relieve his s*xual urges. In truth, the woman had become a target for venting his anger partly because of Claire’s letter. 

But what did it matter? Wasn’t she a wicked woman who approached patients with money as her objective?

Oscar, who had despised patients and caregivers who bought and sold s*x, changed his mind through this incident.

He was slightly bothered that the woman became obedient immediately after he mentioned Pers Friedman. 

Soon, however, Oscar stopped thinking deeply about why it bothered him and became entranced by the pleasure felt from his engorged member.

“Kuh!”

As he approached climax, the rough back-and-forth movements intensified. At some point, Oscar stopped imagining taking Claire and simply focused on the sensation of the soft tongue touching the sensitive area between his gl*ns and shaft.

All rooms in the mansion were well soundproofed, so there was no need to worry about sounds leaking out, but Jacqueline, unaware of this, remained extremely tense and tried her best to suppress her sounds. 

For a while, the woman’s moans from painfully licking the wet organ and the man’s rough, panting breaths continued.

Each time the gas lamp’s light flickered, the shadows of the two danced along the bookshelves and walls. Jacqueline tried to steady herself by placing her trembling hands on Oscar’s firm thighs but slipped. 

As her body tilted, she collapsed.

Oscar didn’t mind and shook her red hair. With each thrust of his hips, Jacqueline’s head moved back and forth.

“Hmmph, mm, umph…”

Oscar pulled back his deeply inserted member slightly. Jacqueline took a deep breath through her nose. 

The quick-learning Jacqueline had figured out that she needed to breathe through her nose during the brief moments when Oscar slightly relaxed his force to avoid suffocation.

“Haa…”

Oscar was briefly immersed in the moist membrane he hadn’t tasted for a long time before coming to his senses. He had intended to humiliate the woman by making her perform oral s*x, but he had to admit that he had become entranced instead.

‘I understand why Captain Friedman was captivated.’

But being prideful, he deliberately uttered words to stimulate the woman’s sense of shame.

“He didn’t use your mouth much, I see.”