My Former Lover Didn’t Die And Came Back

Ha, Cedric let out a bitter smile.

“Why am I so annoyed…”

“…Hm?”

Thud. Cedric pushed in his c*ck.

“Aaah!”

When she felt something the size of a child’s forearm suddenly thrust in, Blair’s body convulsed in pain. Tears began to form in her startled eyes.

“…Ah, it hurts. It hurts, Cedric…”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Blair.”

Cedric furrowed his brow and tried to move his hips. But it was equally painful for him.

Damn it. Why is it so tight?

“Have you and your husband been estranged lately?”

“Ah, it hurts…”

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. His forehead was now moist with sweat.

“…I’ll move.”

Blair remained silent. She just turned her head to the side and relaxed her body. The sheets near her eyes were damp.

Thud. Cedric slowly began to move his hips. With each thrust of his dark red c*ck into her l*bia, a squelching sound followed, and white fl*id spread.

“Ah, ah…”

He tried to remove Blair’s corset, but it wasn’t easy. He knew nothing about women’s undergarments. Eventually, he tore the corset with force.

He thought that removing the uncomfortable undergarment would make her more comfortable, but he was mistaken. She was still tight, and her insides didn’t release its grip on Cedric’s c*ck.

“Damn… it’s tight.”

“Ah…”

Blair continued to moan in pain, her waist trembling. After a moment, she turned her head back and met Cedric’s eyes. Her cheeks were now w*t with tears.

He lowered his hand and caressed her exposed br*ast. He squeezed it firmly, then gently twisted her n*pple between his fingers. He teased around the ar*ola lightly before tugging at the n*pple, pinching it.

“Ah…! No, don’t touch me like that….”

When he touched her chest, her movements became smoother. She felt her body relax as she became moist. Between her reddened l*bia, a viscous fl*id trickled out.

“Ah! Aah…”

As Cedric’s movements intensified, Blair’s cries grew louder. ‘Stop, slow down a bit,’ she whimpered faintly, but he didn’t listen. He just shook his hips like a madman.

Creak, creak, the mahogany bed screeched against the wooden floor.

“Ah, ah…”

“…Hooh.”

After some time had passed, Cedric withdrew and ej*culated on her back. Her slim waist was soaked with the man’s seed.

“Hah, hah…”

Just as he had finished ej*culating, he felt his c*ck, which was nestled between her b*ttocks, starting to stiffen again. Without giving Blair a chance to react, his thick c*ck forcefully entered her moistened l*bia.

“This can’t be… already… Ah!”

“Hooh…”

Thud. Squeak, squeak…

Cedric reached down and teased the soft area between her thighs, touching the small cl*toris hidden there.

“Ah…!”

As he tormented her with his fingers, the already tight space constricted pleasurably. When her moist walls tightly enveloped him, an overwhelming sensation of pl*asure rushed in. Cedric also let out a moan of pl*asure.

“…Khk,”

His hip movements started again.

Throughout the night, Cedric repeated this process at least three or four times. And he never forgot to finish by pouring his c*m onto her back or waist.

Blair breathed heavily. She was on the verge of losing her mind at her first intimacy in three years. As the tension released, sleep suddenly flooded over her.

Swoosh. Rustle. The sound of fabric brushing against fabric was heard. Between her blurred vision, she saw him straightening the hem of his dress shirt and putting on his vest.

Rustle.

The crisp sound of paper rubbing together echoed. Blair’s eyes widened. Cedric was taking out bills from his vest pocket. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

‘…Is this a lie?’

Cedric took out a few bills and tossed them onto the bedside table. The bills were thrown carelessly and scattered onto the floor. Blair stared at the fluttering papers with enlarged pupils.

She couldn’t believe that those falling papers were something she knew. Cedric…was throwing money at me.

“…Well, more or less…”

“…….”

A cold voice flowed from Cedric.

“You’re good enough to eat.”

Then came the sound of footsteps, the creaking of the floorboards, and the sound of the door opening and closing in succession.

Thud.

“…….”

Blair strained her eyes to avoid crying. She didn’t want to cry. Her hair was disheveled, her body covered in dried white fl*id. To make matters worse, bills were scattered beside her torn undergarment.

She couldn’t cry. If tears flowed, it would only make things more miserable for her here.

Her body felt as if it had turned to plaster. She wanted to wipe off what was on her back, and get a fresh nightgown, but she couldn’t muster the strength to move a finger.

Moonlight streamed in through the large arched window not covered by curtains. Dust floated slowly in the air along the path of the light.

Blair still couldn’t move.

* * *

As the dazzling sunlight poured in through the arched window, Blair frowned and got up.

“…Ah, ah.”

She strained her throat to make a sound. After yelling all night, her voice was completely gone. She sighed and massaged her throat, then spoke towards the door.

“Lucy, could you bring me breakfast…?”

Blair, habitually calling for the maid, soon fell silent. She was alone in the bedroom. Her unfortunate maids were all buried in the graves she had made for them.

After a moment of pause, Blair headed to the bath and filled the tub with water.

Blood and dirt washed away from her hair and every crevice of her body. It occurred to her that she hadn’t had a chance to bathe since returning from her outing two days ago.

The image of a man who had bit and sucked her body came to mind. He seemed to have gotten stronger after walking around the battlefield.

“Let’s not think about him from now on.”

Blair dried her damp hair.

Clean as she was, the issue lay with her dress. Without a maid to tighten her corset, she struggled on her own and eventually gave up on wearing it, opting for a white muslin dress over her undergarments. It had a ribbon tied just below her chest. The muslin was thin for the current season, but she had a few clothes she could put on by herself. She draped a thick shawl over it.

When she entered the sitting room, it was stained with blood everywhere. Having made graves for the servants, it was now time to clean up the mansion. The bloodstained carpets would be better off discarded. Blair rolled up the carpet and pushed it into a corner, then brought a mop to start cleaning the wooden floor. Kneeling and scrubbing with a mop, she couldn’t help but think of the grunting man, who would be thrilled to see her on her knees, but without servants, there was no other way.

After she finished cleaning the floor, she wiped off the blood splattered on the railing and walls. She removed the curtains to wash them.

She went out to the courtyard, recalling the memory of maids bringing a large tub to the garden and stomping on laundry. She transferred the large laundry tub and clothes and began to drain the water.

Once the tub was filled with water, without hesitation, she stepped into it and started stomping on the laundry.

Splash splash…

“What’s that sound?”

As Blair diligently moved her legs, Cedric’s subordinates approached her.

The sight of a noble lady doing laundry was so surprising that they momentarily doubted what they were seeing. Blair swallowed her embarrassment and resumed moving her feet.

But they didn’t immediately return to the main entrance. She turned her head to see where the soldiers’ gaze was directed. Their eyes were fixed on Blair’s chest and white calves. The chest Cedric had sucked eagerly the previous night was now all red and swollen.

She felt perplexed, blushing in embarrassment.

“Why are you not returning to your proper position?”

A familiar voice was heard. It was the red-haired soldier who had shot Blair yesterday. He seemed to have arrived at the courtyard later than others while guarding the main gate.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry.”

The subordinates quickly disappeared from Blair’s sight. The red-haired soldier seemed to hold a slightly higher rank than the others.

“…,”

Their eyes briefly met. He glanced at Blair, then turned around and disappeared into the courtyard. Blair thought his ears looked slightly red. She called out to the soldier loudly.

“Excuse me!”

He turned back and walked towards Blair. She couldn’t let her skirt get w*t, so she continued holding the laundry.

Only the two of them remained in the courtyard, which was surrounded by low garden walls.

“Please speak.”

He spoke in a composed tone, prompting Blair to pause before asking,

“…What about my husband, Adrian Cavendish? Yesterday Cedric was supposed to release him from prison…”

Since they had shared a bed, he would release her husband. It was what she requested before they had s*x.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“I see…”

The guards at the main gate seemed unaware of other matters.

“…,”

Blair gazed at the soldier before her. The red-haired man was rugged like a soldier. Upon seeing him again today, she noticed his stubble gave him a rather rugged appearance. His skin was clean and refined, suggesting a high rank for his age; he must be from a noble household. Despite his boyish face, the prominent scar running across it was both incongruous and fitting.

The red-haired soldier stared at the wound on Blair’s cheek for quite some time. He remained expressionless.

“Alright.”

With a curt nod, he rose from his seat again. Blair resumed moving her legs to stomp on the laundry.

* * *

“Phew– isn’t she the commander’s woman?”

“There must have been a reason he kept sending back the wh*res that we kept sending to his barracks. I don’t think he’d notice most women unless they pestered him.”

The soldiers gathered at the main gate chattered about Blair. She was the woman their superior had told them to guard, but it was the first time many of them had a close look at her face.

“I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman in my life.”

“So what’s the deal? Isn’t she a married woman?”

“Did she marry someone else while the commander was away at war?”