My Former Lover Didn’t Die And Came Back

Cedric, who did not intend to answer, sighed after Blair asked him twice. The woman was persistent. One of Cedric’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Because it hurts.”

“What?”

“Because you’re too thin. It hurts when we do it because I can feel your bones.”

“……”

Blair trembled for a moment while holding the cutlery. When she bowed her head, it seemed like tears were about to form in her large eyes, but nothing fell. She took a moment to catch her breath and then silently continued her meal.

Blair thought hard, suppressing the rising feeling inside her.

Why did she mistake his invitation to dine as something else? Yes, just as he said… it was because it was uncomfortable during their time in bed, that’s why he wanted her to gain weight. The fact that he periodically sent her ingredients must be for the same reason.

The good mood from the delicious meal she had for the first time in a while sank back into the mire.

He wasn’t rough with her in bed last night, so she was mistaken. She thought his anger had lessened towards her. But it was a misunderstanding.

‘That’s right. How could it be. That man hates me.’

Blair thought while moving her cutlery.

…Why did it have to be this way?

Three years ago, Cedric was a mercenary who came to repair the stable at her house.

She tried to forget, but she couldn’t help but remember his bright face. Mud covered his handsome face, but he was a young man who was clearer than anything else in the world.

Blair was the first to show interest. Young and foolish, she would smile brightly every time their eyes met. Then, the young man would blush, coloring his face, neck, and ears red in response.

So, the start of all this tragedy was her. That was the source of Blair’s guilt.

It seemed he had no intention of releasing her husband. She understood why he harbored hatred towards her. But her husband was innocent, wasn’t he? Surely Cedric would understand the feeling of being wrongfully taken better than anyone.

Yet, sometimes it seemed he hated her husband even more than her. Why…

Blair thought that everything in the world would eventually come in full circle. Against her parents’ wishes, she fell in love, pushed him into hell, and then he sent her innocent husband to jail. It all seemed like her karma that everything ended up this way.

So she hoped Cedric would not commit any more sins. At the same time, she found it ironic to even hope for his moral integrity.

* * *

Blair was stepping on laundry in the mansion’s backyard. Whenever Cedric visited, Blair invariably washed the bedding. She moved carefully so that the shawl wrapped around her upper body wouldn’t fall into the laundry basket.

“Haah…”

White breaths came out of her mouth. Winter was approaching. As she stepped on the laundry and made sounds with the water, she heard the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps.

‘…Cedric’s subordinates.’

If there was a splash in the backyard, they invariably came to see her as part of their routine.

Lately, when she showed no reaction, they blatantly stared at her calves and collarbones. And, today too, they whispered around her, causing her to bite down hard on her lips.

‘Should I talk to Cedric when he returns today…?’

Not to run away, but to ask him to remove the estate’s guards. Or at least replace them with less vulgar ones.

‘But… would he listen to me?’

Blair bit down on her lip harder. She had no confidence that he would believe her words. The image of him looking at her when she briefly fainted during their last intimate moment and then woke up came to mind. His expression was full of panic. A water pitcher and glass, a basin, and gauze towels are on the bedside table.

“…”

She felt pathetic for harboring expectations from such trivial kindnesses. Her hand, gripping the hem of her dress, tightened.

“Ah…”

Feeling the stares on her, Blair bowed her head. Perhaps she unknowingly applied too much strength; her skirt rose up, exposing her legs to them. Blair hurriedly lowered her skirt.

As she tried to focus back on stepping on the laundry, she heard their voices.

“…So Mark, what did your former boss do?”

Someone asked a soldier named Mark.

“Didn’t I tell you? My former boss also made me work to make sure his mistress couldn’t run away.”

A soldier with a rough demeanor answered. For a private talk, their conversation seemed louder than necessary, clearly intending for Blair to hear.

Blair froze momentarily as a word painfully struck her ear.

‘…Mistress.’

She mulled over that word several times to make sure she understood it correctly. It seemed people saw her as Cedric’s mistress. The hem of her dress crumpled in her hand.

“So you’re experienced then. Shouldn’t you be paid more?”

Someone’s joke made everyone laugh. Mark continued.

“Do you know what happened to that mistress?”

“What happened?”

Blair swallowed hard.

“When the boss married a good girl from a good family, she somehow became a burden or something.”

“Oh, that’s really unfortunate.”

The soldiers reacted with admiration, but their tone was strangely condescending, as if they had all heard it before.

“In the end, he handed her over to us. ‘Handle it yourselves.’ That’s all he said.”

“Sigh—”

Blair’s skirt got wrinkled. Their voices were so low that it was difficult to listen to.

Just hearing the story about the abandoned mistress was dreadful. Why did they come all the way here to talk about this? When the soldiers returned to the main gate, she finally moved her frozen legs. She wanted to pretend she didn’t hear anything, but it wasn’t easy. Her breathing became rough, and her hands trembled.

“……”

The reason those people could treat her so rudely was because Cedric treated her so easily. After three years of being treated like a viscountess, It was a humiliation for her, it was too much humiliation for her to bear.

Blair clenched her lips so tightly they turned pale. She continued to move her legs. The sound of water, which had stopped for a moment, spread through the courtyard again.

* * *

In the pitch-black sky without a single cloud, the white moon hung alone.

Blair sat by the bedroom window in her nightgown. The night was falling and the chill was rising, but she didn’t mind. She came up after half-heartedly preparing for dinner and continued to gaze out the window.

Creak.

A carriage adorned with a golden trim stopped in front of the mansion. At the sound of the wheels stopping, Blair pressed her body against the window. Cedric, dressed in military uniform, got off the carriage and entered the mansion.

Creak.

When the bedroom door opened, Blair stood up from the window. Cedric, who entered the room, took off his jacket and roughly loosened the cravat around his neck.

Blair approached Cedric. The thin n*gligee she wore revealed her curves in the moonlight shining through the back window. Cedric’s gaze was fixed on Blair.

“……”

It seemed Cedric bit his lip hard, since veins bulged on his jawline.

Cedric removed his gloves and approached, Blair met his intense blue eyes. His large hand gripped her hips tightly. Oh, she let out a small sound. He buried his face heavily in her neck.

And then he pushed her onto the bed.

* * *

“Hmm, hngg……”

“Ah, do you like it here?”

Aah! Blair cried out as her waist arched. Cedric’s hands held her thin waist generously. Cedric bounced his hips, scratching the spot where she had just reacted.

“……Ah!”

As expected, Blair screamed for him to stop.

“No, Cedric!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh…”

“…Tightening like this, huh?”

Thud. Cedric thrust forcefully again.

“……Ah!”

His hard sh*ft struck her p*ssy like a hammer. Each time they joined and parted, there was a squelching sound, followed by a sticky white substance like spider silk. It was unclear whether it was his s*men or her juices.

Cedric looked down at their joined parts. His crimson c*ck was embedded in her white body.

“……Haah,”

He spread her l*bia further with his fingers. As her pink flesh stretched, revealing her red insides. She was still impaled on his sh*ft, and white foam seeped out along the circumference of his dark c*ck.

He began thrusting again. It was satisfying to see her red flesh follow his thick c*ck each time he thrusts.

Thud. Cedric moved again and asked,

“……Ah!”

“Blair, do you like it?”

“……”

She never had an answer to this question. She bit down hard on her red lips and endured.

“……”

Veins bulged on Cedric’s temple.

…Why?

Thud.

“……Aah!”

…Why was there never an answer?

“……Uh!”

…To something her body felt so honestly about.

“…… Every time I thrust, you’re dripping w*t like this.”

Blair’s face flushed at Cedric’s cheap words. She shook her head slightly.

Cedric closed his mouth. He already knew the reason. Blair was a modest woman. Regardless of the past, now that she had become another man’s wife, overlapping their bodies like this itself felt shameful for her.

Thump.

“Ahng, ah, ah….”

“….Yeah? Blair. It’s flowing steadily.”

Her walls started to tremble around him.

“….N, no.”

Blair’s eyes clouded. It had been several months since they intertwined their bodies. Her body started to convulse like this whenever her sensitivity became too much.

“Hm? You’re tightly gripping my c*ck and not letting go, your hole, that is.”

He said it casually, but in reality, even he had his limits. The tightness below became excessive as she reached her cl*max. The warm spot repeatedly stimulated his c*ck by contracting and relaxing.

“….Aah!”

With a gush, his c*ck tightened as thick c*m flowed out.

“….Ugh….!”

Cedric sharply pulled out his c*ck and ej*culated messily on her white stomach. The sticky and viscous s*men also splattered a bit on her chest and face. It was their third release of the day.

“Can you hold on a bit longer today?”

“Haa, haa….”

Blair breathed heavily. Unlike the relaxed Cedric, she had to make an effort not to faint.