Rita couldn’t forget the fleeting image she saw through the open door: a woman bent over the desk and Oscar taking her. The woman’s disheveled hair was an outdated red color. 

It was definitely the woman who was called a caregiver.

“I was right! That woman wasn’t a caregiver but a pr*stitute. How could the master choose such a vulgar woman…”

Rita grew to hate that woman enough to want to kill her. She felt the emptiness of having an expensive jewel visible through a shop window, one she could only look at without daring to buy, stolen by someone else. 

The noble master had embraced that woman instead of her. This made her increasingly twisted with resentment.

“Did she think no one would notice if she disguised herself as a caregiver to enter the house?”

It was a common tactic used by upper-class men who brought women into their homes while being conscious of others’ eyes.

Rita’s grandfather, who had been a baron, had once disguised his mistress as a maid to live in his mansion after reaching an agreement with his wife. The son born from that mistress was Rita’s father.

Although the class system had disappeared with the abolition of the monarchy, the influence of noble families still remained. Rita, who had just debuted in social circles, realized how much of a frog in a well she had been. 

She learned that even among the upper class, there were higher and lower ranks, and that her family was no different from wealthy commoners. This discovery greatly disheartened her.

From then on, Rita became jealous whenever she saw young ladies from much higher-ranking families, and she would linger around hoping to catch the eye of gentlemen of similar rank who cherished those ladies. 

But they laughed at Rita’s attempts to join their circle and excluded her.

‘It’s quite amusing that you try to be our equal just because you have a little noble blood. We’d rather admit a street dog as a new member than include you in our gatherings.’

Rita threw tantrums to her parents, saying she’d rather not attend upper-class gatherings if she couldn’t be like them. That’s when Rita’s grandmother told her a story meant to motivate her.

‘You should also marry a man of higher status. Being moderately good in family background, looks, or ability isn’t enough. To make those who insulted you kneel at your feet, you need an extraordinary man. Since we’re on the topic, let this old woman recommend a good man. Now, what about this person?’

Rita’s grandmother pointed to an article in the morning newspaper with her jewel-adorned fingernail.

[Lord von Oestenberg Breaks Off Engagement!]

After learning her family history, Rita set her goal. She decided to follow her grandmother’s instructions unconditionally. 

She believed that just as her grandmother, who came from humble origins, had pushed aside the legal wife to become a baroness, she could do the same.

In any case, since men of lower status than Oscar kept mistresses, officially or unofficially, it wasn’t surprising that Oscar spent time with a pr*stitute. 

But it was both unpleasant and unsettling that Oscar, who had shown no interest in women until now, suddenly changed and took a woman. This was because of her grandmother’s advice about male-female relationships.

‘When an arrogant man also has ability, he believes he can do everything according to his will. People who want for nothing are often inept at human relationships. That’s why they’re lonelier than anyone else. What happens when a man who has been treated specially all his life meets someone special? He’ll lose his mind like your grandfather did. Hehe, what could be more special between a man and a woman than physical compatibility? Yes, that’s the most important thing. So don’t think about anything else and just focus on learning bedroom skills.’

Rita had learned nighttime techniques from prostitutes to seduce Oscar and had even completed practical training. She knew Oscar wasn’t an easy man to deal with, but his wariness was much higher than she expected, making it difficult to approach him.

So Rita hadn’t been able to use the bedroom skills she had worked hard to learn. But now, out of nowhere, some random woman appeared and turned everything upside down, which naturally made her furious.

“Why her and not me?”

‘Choosing a mere pr*stitute over me.’

She trembled with a sense of betrayal toward Oscar. In her desperation, she even considered selling information about Oscar to a tabloid journalist for money. 

An article revealing that the noble hero had forged someone’s identity to bring in a pr*stitute would surely increase newspaper sales. Rita pondered which newspaper would pay her the most.

“No, that’s not right. When he gets tired of that woman, I might get my chance next. Yes, Lord Oscar couldn’t possibly be serious about a pr*stitute.”

Rita changed her mind. Just knowing that Oscar could have physical relations with a woman other than his former fiancée was an opportunity in itself.

“It might be good to know Lord Oscar’s preferences in advance.”

After justifying her actions to herself, Rita turned around. She tiptoed back to the study, making sure her footsteps made no sound, and then peeked through the slightly open door to spy on the two people’s intimate act.

* * *

Thud, clunk, thud, clunk…

The sound of the desk rubbing against the floor was incessant. Jacqueline, sprawled on the desk made of golden sandalwood gifted by the king, covered her mouth with her hand.

Before the pain of her first rupture could subside, Oscar roughly moved his hips. She felt indescribable pain each time his member scraped her inner walls and pressed against her womb. Finally, unable to endure any longer, Jacqueline broke her promise and spoke.

“…Lord. Ugh! Sl, slowly… Please, go slowly.”

After barely managing to speak, Jacqueline gripped the edge of the desk with both hands.

“My, my body keeps mo, moving for, forward… Ungh…”

The thrusting force from behind made it impossible to complete her sentences.

Oscar grabbed Jacqueline’s hair forcefully.

“Ah!”

“Didn’t I tell you earlier? Not to make a sound until it’s over.”

“Hiss!”

With her upper body raised, Jacqueline noticed someone through the slightly open door.

“W-wait!”

Jacqueline stiffened in surprise. This caused her inner walls, which held Oscar’s member, to contract. Oscar seemed stimulated by the sensation of her tightening around him and exhaled roughly.

“Kuh! Haa…”

Oscar almost involuntarily said it felt good. To think he would feel pleasure from a woman who met men for the purpose of extorting money. 

Quickly regaining his senses, he recalled Claire as per his original intention. Remembering the good times with Claire, he called out her name.

“Claire, you’re too tight. Ack!”

He thought it would be hard to control himself since it had been a long time since he had embraced a woman’s body. But whenever he felt her inner walls gripping his member like this, it was dizzying.

‘I might become addicted to this.’

Oscar even suspected that Jacqueline had secretly drugged him.

It felt different from when he had been intimate with Claire. Rather than connecting with a woman he loved, this was a more peripheral sensation, like a prehistoric male exploiting a female body solely for pleasure.

For Jacqueline, who was experiencing this for the first time, Oscar’s unrestrained hip movements were painful. 

As he approached climax, the back-and-forth motion of his dark red member accelerated. The mixture of her fluids and his s*men stretched like seaweed.

Jacqueline bit her lip to suppress her voice. The movements that had been thrusting in various directions stopped. Oscar caught his breath. 

When he slowly rotated his hips in a circular motion, her inner walls tightened. He sneered mockingly.

“So you like this. Well, I wonder who’s providing service for whom?”

Oscar stirred her tender inner walls even more vigorously than before. It felt like fireworks exploding in her head. Jacqueline trembled and lost control of her bladder.

“Ah! L-Lord. Th-this is…”

Oscar frowned as warm liquid soaked the lower part of his shirt and pants. It wasn’t because it was dirty, but because the feeling of climax rose again as the embarrassed Jacqueline continued to tighten around his member.

The bestial posture, the woman’s body excited to the point of wetting herself, and the inner walls that moved eagerly to suck in his thick member despite struggling with it. Everything was stimulating.

But Oscar didn’t want to reveal that he was captivated by the woman’s body.

“You take it so well. You’re a natural.”

“Th-that’s not true! Hup!”

Oscar pulled her slender waist and thrust upward forcefully. It was such a strong movement that it made a sound of flesh being pierced, but Jacqueline didn’t utter any words except the sound of holding her breath. 

Oscar clicked his tongue. She was tough. 

With this level of endurance, she could probably withstand even the torture that intelligence agency agents undergo during training. He wanted to torment her further to see how much she could endure.

Oscar gritted his teeth and moved his hips frantically. It wasn’t that he was violent; this woman had made him violent. So it was all her fault.

“You would be more suited to being a pr*stitute than a caregiver. So do work that suits you.”

He slashed at Jacqueline’s heart while fully exploiting her body.

Oscar controlled everything within his domain. People were no exception. But this woman always defied his expectations.

Come to think of it, she had been like that since they first met. 

Despite being afraid of him, she tried to approach him, and even though she was pressured by him and the mansion’s employees to the point where other women would have quit being a caregiver long ago, she persisted until the end.

‘I’ll have to play along with this woman for a while.’

Finally, Oscar, having finished ej*culating, released his grip. Then, with a face that suggested his mood was ruined, he withdrew from inside Jacqueline. 

Clumps of fluid flowed down her moist thighs from her entrance, which was swollen and pitifully overused.

His member twitched eagerly despite having already released s*men once.

But today, he had to stop here. Oscar smelled another scent mixed with the pungent smell of s*men, a blood scent he was familiar with from the battlefield.

‘Was it her first time?’

He didn’t think too deeply about it, considering that roughness could have caused bleeding. He took out a spare handkerchief from the drawer, wiped his member, and then tossed it onto the desk. The light gray handkerchief stained with s*men fell beside Jacqueline’s face.

Suppressing his unsatisfied s*xual desire, Oscar spoke.

“Perfume will be delivered to Miss Carroll’s home. When you visit next time, wear that perfume.”

Oscar said only what he needed to say and left the study. Watching his retreating back, Jacqueline fainted.