Side Story 1.2

“I… I want someone to hit me.”  

“…Pardon?”

Reitan encountered a woman making a rather unusual confession.

“That’s not all. I often imagine someone roughly tearing off my clothes while I’m restrained.”

This was definitely the first person to talk about such intimate preferences.

But what was strange was.

While listening to the confession of this unidentified woman, Reitan felt a peculiar sensation.

‘What is this, why….’

Moreover, strangely enough, he wanted to hear more of her story.

Despite rarely having felt much interest in anything before, her story sounded different to him.

So, Reitan unconsciously asked with genuine interest.

“I’m sure there are other things. What else do you imagine?”

“…Really, is it alright to continue?”

“Of course. Whatever is in your heart, Sister, you may speak freely here.”

During his time listening to confessions at Bondridge, this was the first time he had been so sincere.

“Hmm, also… when my bare skin peeks through my torn clothes, I’d feel happy if someone smacked my pale bottom firmly.”

“Is simply being smacked enough for you?”

Without even noticing that a smile had formed at the corners of his mouth as he asked, Reitan continued the conversation.

His conversation with her was special to him.

As the conversation continued, Reitan gradually began to notice the nature of this strange sensation.

Every time she spoke from the other side of the hole, a sadistic desire to torment her rose within him.

This feeling was entirely new to him.

“Actually, wouldn’t it be thrilling if they spoke some harsher words while doing so? Being hit with a large hand is good, and using tools like a whip or paddle would be nice too.”

That was it.

The opposite desire to hers, who wanted to be hit all over.

Reitan found himself imagining tormenting her.

***

“Thank you so much for listening today.”

Her story came to an end.

‘Ah, a little more.’

Reitan couldn’t help feeling regretful.

He wanted to hear more about the various acts she desired.

“No need to thank me. If your heart feels lighter, Sister, then I’ve done my duty.”

While playing the part of a gentle priest, Reitan somehow didn’t want to let her go just like that.

Above all, he was curious about her identity.

‘It would be foolish to let her go like this.’

Since today might be the first and last time, there was no promise of a next time.

As it happened, she was the last in line today. In the end, Reitan followed her out of curiosity.

And it wasn’t difficult to find out.

‘The Marquis Geranion’s mansion?’

Reitan’s eyes narrowed as he confirmed her destination.

The woman who entered the Marquis Geranion’s mansion carelessly removed the hood that had been tightly wrapped around her as soon as she stepped inside.

Then, her abundant red hair flowed down over her shoulders.

Reitan’s eyes trembled at the sight.

Her identity was…

A face that no noble in the Empire could possibly fail to recognize.

‘Erta Geranion?’

It was clearly Erta Geranion, known as the red rose of high society.

‘What? Why her?’

Reitan was honestly surprised. She was truly an unexpected person.

He had thought of Erta Geranion as literally a rose-like woman.

Proud, elegant, and difficult to approach with her thorny demeanor.

That was her image.

But what about the confession just now?

“How wonderful would it be if he continued to thrust into me and hit me, no matter how much I begged him to stop, enjoying watching me cry?”

‘Did her personality change in the meantime?’

Quite some time had passed while he was staying in the Holy Kingdom, so perhaps people had changed a lot.

After all, what Reitan had heard were just rumors from five years ago.

‘Well, it doesn’t matter.’

Regardless, Reitan had no intention of turning back now.

He decided to explore this impulsive feeling through her. To understand why he wanted to torment her so badly.

After all, isn’t this what she wanted too?

Something she had desired so desperately that she even made a confession about it.

She might actually be pleased. He didn’t hesitate much in his decision.

Breaking through the security of the Marquis’s mansion was an easy task for Reitan.

Most noble houses in the Empire used security systems built by House Ephelmar.

This stemmed from the belief that the most powerful family wouldn’t have any reason to infiltrate other houses.

Reitan himself would never have considered secretly entering the Geranion mansion if not for her confession.

The trust of most nobles was generally reliable.

‘I apologize.’

Reitan offered a brief mental apology to the House of Geranion before infiltrating Erta’s room that night.

***

‘You sleep so soundly.’

Erta was fast asleep.

Completely unaware of what was about to happen to her.

Reitan quietly gazed down at her.

Her face hadn’t changed much from when he had briefly seen her before departing for the Holy Kingdom.

If there was any difference, it was only that she looked a bit more mature.

In noble society, if asked to name a beautiful woman, anyone would undoubtedly mention Erta Geranion first.

Yet the fact that she harbored such masochistic desires was something only he knew.

Reitan found this fact extremely pleasing.

He was eager to see this beautiful face contorted in pain.

And Erta didn’t disappoint his expectations.

Slap-

The moment he struck her delicate skin and saw her moan in response.

“Ahh!”

Reitan experienced a thrill he had never felt before.

“If you don’t want the servants to see you n*ked and aroused, you’d better stay quiet.”  

His lower abdomen tightened as blood rushed to his groin. His member rose firmly.

But it wasn’t enough.

“S-sir…”

He wanted to torment her more.

“Don’t move as you please.”  

He wanted to hear more moans and screams from those lips.

Reitan struck Erta’s thigh.

As the sharp sound echoed, Erta trembled in fear.

“That’s right. It’s better if you stay still.”  

Next, he grabbed Erta’s full br*asts.

The sensation of soft flesh filling his hands was exquisite. For the first time, he understood why men couldn’t resist female charms.

“Hng, ugh!”  

Fortunately, Erta continued to moan while writhing her body.

He had started this with the mindset that if she truly refused, he would suppress his desires and stop.

“Ah, ahng!”  

Though she whimpered in protest outwardly, her honest body was clearly enjoying it.

When he took the pale fruit rising from the center of her br*ast into his mouth, Reitan’s mind seemed to grow distant. It was overwhelmingly sweet.

As he gently stimulated the bud with his tongue, Erta couldn’t contain herself and moaned through her teeth.

“Hng, hngh.”  

Her response, already wet below, was satisfying.

“You’re already drooling from below. Even a brothel’s harlot would be more modest than you.”  

With each insulting word he uttered while striking her fair skin, Reitan’s body grew hotter.

Slap-

“S-stop, ahh, uh, haah-!”

Until now, he had considered himself to have little s*xual desire.

He had never had such relations with a woman before.

That’s why he thought he could endure the ascetic life in the Holy Kingdom, apart from finding it boring.

But it seemed that wasn’t the case after all.

“I’ll stuff you full of c*ck just as you want.”

Pushing his member into Erta’s soft flesh made his mind go blank.

“Go ahead and devour it until you’re satisfied.”

“It hurts, ahk…!”

Like an instinct finding its rightful place, Reitan drove deeper into Erta’s body.

When his t*sticles pressed tightly against her b*ttocks and he could advance no further.

“Haah.”

“Ugh, ungh-“

Reitan began to explore inside Erta’s body.

It was ecstatic and dizzying.

He never knew such sensations existed in this world.

Thrust-thrust-

With each rough push of his shaft into her body, Reitan raised his palm and struck Erta’s side and b*ttocks.

Slap-!

“Uahnng!”

Her b*ttocks trembled and twitched under his touch.

Watching Erta shiver sent more blood rushing through his body.

Reitan could hardly maintain his composure, being so aroused he couldn’t possibly be more excited.

He was so consumed by her that he couldn’t notice the unfamiliar side of himself emerging.

As red marks bloomed on Erta’s white skin from his hands, Reitan moved more fiercely.

The sensation of blood rushing between his thighs intensified until his vision blurred.

Just as he felt a fierce possessiveness, wanting to devour her completely.

Thrust-thrust-

“Ugh.”  

Reitan bit his lower lip as he released his fluid inside her.

And at that same moment, he struck her trembling b*ttocks forcefully.

Slap-

“Haaahng—!” 

As Erta’s ecstatic moan reached his ears, Reitan shuddered from a pleasure that seemed to wring his brain.

While sending the evidence of his excitement into Erta’s body, Reitan made a judgment about himself.

It was clear what kind of person he was.

Someone who became aroused whenever he tormented another through such sadistic acts.