Elaine Waylon married Pierce Ogden. Though it was the wedding of the Waylon ducal family’s only daughter, it was a modest ceremony with few attendees.

“You look beautiful, Elaine.”

Rahul lifted the chin of Elaine, who sat in the bridal waiting room staring blankly outside.

Elaine nearly gritted her teeth at Rahul’s warmth on her chin but barely managed to restrain herself.

“Why do you have such sad eyes?”

She couldn’t help it. Until just moments ago, Rahul had been between her legs, and his s*men was still trickling down her thighs.

“Your residence will remain the Waylon ducal mansion.”

At his words, Elaine had to bite the tender flesh inside her mouth to suppress the rising murderous intent.

“Don’t be sad, I won’t make you leave.”

Completely oblivious to Elaine’s feelings, Rahul stuck out his tongue and licked her cheek, smiling contentedly.

“This was the only way to let you keep the Waylon name.”

The reason he could speak so confidently was simple. On the day Elaine’s marriage was announced, Rahul had brought a doctor to officially declare his condition.

“I said I now have an empty c*ck that can’t impregnate anyone. So you must be responsible for the Waylon family’s heirs.”

Rahul slipped his hand under her wedding dress, scooped up his sticky s*men that was dripping down, and shoved it back into her entrance.

Elaine couldn’t resist Rahul who continued to explore her body while saying these insane things. She could only wait patiently for the right time.

“Don’t just quiver, grip it properly. I hope the child will be born from my seed, but I don’t mind if it’s Adrian’s or Pierce’s.”

He chuckled and left a quick bird kiss on her lips.

* * *

Elaine walked down the virgin road carrying the seed of Rahul, the only heir of the Waylon family. With each step, moist s*men dripped from her entrance, but no one noticed because her long white wedding dress swept the floor.

“Elaine. You’re beautiful.”

Pierce, holding her hand and walking with her down the virgin road, whispered softly. He smiled despite knowing that another man’s s*men was dripping down his bride’s thighs.

“It’s unfortunate that Duke Waylon couldn’t attend.”

For some reason, the Duke of Waylon was not present at today’s wedding.

“Is it really unfortunate?”

“Pardon?”

The few guests simply watched fondly at what seemed like the couple whispering sweet nothings. When Elaine and Pierce reached the end of the virgin road to hear the lengthy congratulatory speech, their conversation was briefly interrupted before continuing.

“You don’t need to pretend to care about my feelings.”

“Elaine…”

“You know without me saying that this marriage isn’t normal.”

Elaine’s hand holding the bouquet trembled slightly.

“And what my situation is.”

With her veil lowered and head bowed, Elaine’s expression wasn’t clearly visible. Only her trembling fingertips conveyed the emotions she was feeling.

“Bride Elaine Waylon. Do you swear to serve and love Pierce Ogden as your lifelong companion?”

At the officiant’s words, Elaine couldn’t answer. Her hesitation instantly froze the atmosphere in the wedding hall.

The officiant calmly called to Elaine once more.

“Ahem. Bride Lady Elaine Waylon?”

“…”

Another silence followed, and just as Pierce, watching this intently, was about to step forward with twitching fingers, the head butler quickly approached and whispered in Rahul’s ear. And then, abruptly.

All eyes that had been on Elaine suddenly turned to Rahul.

“Ha.”

Rahul momentarily touched his forehead and let out a long sigh.

“The wedding will end here.”

With the Duke of Waylon absent, Rahul’s word held all decision-making power here. So now that he declared the wedding over, the only person who could object was Pierce, the groom.

“End the wedding? Young Duke?”

Rahul only stared intently at Elaine in response to Pierce’s question.

“Aias Waylon. My father and the Duke of Waylon has passed away.”

Rahul finished speaking and turned around. It wasn’t just because of grief over the death.

If Aias Waylon was dead, the position of Duke of Waylon was now vacant. Rahul hurried.

* * *

The guests murmured but cleanly abandoned any lingering attachment to the wedding. They were only thinking about making a good impression on the newly rising power figure.

Thanks to this, Elaine could escape their gaze. With the help of her maid, she removed the cumbersome dress and sat in her bedroom wearing only a thin chemise.

Thud. Thud.

The sound of male footsteps was heard. One might think only the groom would enter a newly married bride’s room, but the one who appeared was the red-haired Adrian.

“Adrian.”

It was expected. They had already shared countless nights, and Adrian had decided to become her loyal dog.

“My lady.”

At his low voice, Elaine smiled slightly and thought about what lay ahead. Perhaps now was the timing. How perfect it was to conspire when Rahul’s attention was directed elsewhere.

“You’re not ‘my lady’ anymore.”

He quickly approached and knelt at Elaine’s feet.

“Mrs. Ogden.”

“…”

Silence flowed between them.

“Brother won’t let me be called that.”

As long as she was trapped in Rahul’s grasp, she could never escape under the name of Ogden. Pierce Ogden was merely a means for Rahul to continue his entertainment.

A wicked desire to constantly possess and manipulate Elaine while blinding others’ eyes.

“Adrian.”

Adrian clenched his fist and trembled. There was no way to overcome this insane situation.

His thoughts were completely conveyed to Elaine. And Elaine agreed.

‘It’s impossible to escape Brother Rahul’s eyes.’

If it was about escaping him, then yes. But what about destroying him?

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

Adrian bowed his head, looking at Elaine lost in thought. While he quietly suppressed his anger at the unchangeable reality, Elaine placed her foot on his thigh.

“…”

Her small, snow-white foot rested gently, but he felt no weight.

Feeling Adrian’s gaze fixed on her foot, Elaine slowly pulled up her chemise to her thighs.

She was going to teach him now. How to trample Rahul Waylon.

“Look at me, Adrian.”

Between her bare thighs, the golden pubic hair was messily caked with dried s*men.

“Look at your lover whom you couldn’t protect.”

Spreading her legs a bit more, Elaine parted the plump flesh. The red inner flesh was revealed, and her pulsing entrance quivered temptingly.

“My body can no longer be satisfied with just one man, Adrian.”

“My… lady.”

Adrian inhaled roughly, grinding his teeth.

“And you too. You’re getting hard even seeing me filled with another man’s s*men.”

Her toes moved toward Adrian’s er*ect p*nis.

When she applied pressure with her snow-white toes, prec*m oozed from Adrian’s urethra, which was taut to the point of bursting.

“Ugh.”

“Adrian. We can never escape my brother for our entire lives.”