Sieran’s sharp scream pierced through her eardrums. Originally, she hadn’t planned to be this harsh. She had treated Sieran as an elder to the same extent that Casian did. 

Even when Sieran found fault with her and trampled on her pride, she had endured it silently without showing any particular reaction. Perhaps it was because of those times that Sieran felt she could treat her so carelessly.

Rihana let out a long sigh, regretting how she had treated her that way. If she had conducted herself just a little better, Raiden wouldn’t have been summoned by a noble lady as soon as he woke up and forced to strip n*ked while being molested.

S*xual harassment was shameful and humiliating regardless of gender. Some nobles claimed that feeling shame was a luxury for powerless slaves and commoners, but they were people too and had hearts. 

Rihana unconsciously bit her lower lip painfully, thinking about the humiliation Raiden must have experienced.

“Even so, you can’t treat me like this when I’m a family elder. I only stopped by to verify the rumors that your guard slave surpasses our son.”

“Surpasses him in what?”

“Don’t you know? His looks, his body—everything.”

“…”

“Anyway, that’s why I had him undress to verify, and I touched him for confirmation, but to unreasonably paint me as such a shameless criminal…”

“Confirmation…?”

Rihana asked, raising her eyebrows. When their eyes met, Sieran unconsciously flinched.

Rihana possessed beautiful features but was a woman far removed from loveliness. Her face without a trace of makeup and her hair tied back plainly diminished her beauty. 

Her expressionless face was haughty and cold, creating a somewhat stifling feeling. She seemed like a devout nun—a woman so flawless that she was frustrating, so proper that she was somehow suffocating.

When such a woman glared at her with an angry face, it was natural for her body to flinch. Sieran tried to act haughty, lifting her chin toward her.

“Yes, confirmation. Since the rumors spread like that, as a mother I needed to verify whether that slave was better than my son…”

“Have you ever seen your son n*ked?”

Suddenly, Rihana spoke in a voice so cold it was startling.

“Have you ever groped your son’s n*ked body?”

Rihana’s repeated question made Sieran’s face stiffen immediately.

“Wh-what…!”

No matter how much she had feelings for her stepson, being accused like this was humiliating. He was a stepson she couldn’t see even if she wanted to, couldn’t touch even if she wanted to, and such probing questions became sharp awls piercing her.

“You said you wanted to verify the rumors. You stripped and touched him to confirm whether that boy had a better body than His Lordship the Marquis.”

“…!”

“Confirmation requires a point of comparison. So you’re saying you’ve also stripped and touched His Lordship the Marquis’s body?”

Faced with Rihana’s questions that seemed deliberately intended to humiliate her, Sieran trembled with rage before fleeing from the drawing room. 

When she made eye contact with Raiden, who had been leaning against the wall next to the door with his arms crossed, listening to the conversation inside, her face flushed red with shame as she barked at an innocent servant.

“What are you standing there gaping for?! We’re leaving, so prepare the carriage immediately!”

She had come to the County after hearing rumors that her prospective daughter-in-law’s guard slave was devastatingly handsome, thinking she might take him for herself if the opportunity arose. 

Now she had to return without even breaking even, which made her grind her teeth. After acting submissive all this time, she was still a woman after all—she seemed jealous now that Casian had become seriously involved with the Princess. 

Given Casian’s personality, he wouldn’t be able to properly soothe his angry fiancée, so Rihana seemed to be considering breaking off the engagement.

From her perspective, Casian had feelings for Rihana, so he would eventually marry her. Yet she was thinking completely wrong to treat her this way. 

Sieran bit her nails in frustration at Rihana, who had so easily captured her stepson when no amount of seduction had worked, yet dared to treat her future mother-in-law so carelessly just because things had gone slightly awry.

She ground her teeth, thinking she’d show her once they were married, then automatically swallowed as she remembered the slave she hadn’t even properly touched. He had an unusually beautiful face and clean body for a slave. 

She didn’t know how he had ended up in Rihana’s hands, but if she had discovered him first, she would have made him warm only her bedroom day and night, living a pleasurable life.

But he hadn’t gotten hard as expected… Sieran looked at her palm that had touched Raiden’s member and clicked her tongue at the organ that hadn’t swelled no matter how much she touched and blatantly rubbed the tip.

Could it be that he couldn’t get er*ect? Well, not everything could be perfect.

In that regard, her stepson was truly a man perfect in every way. Sieran swallowed again from her grinding thirst and irritably fanned herself with the fan she was holding.

* * *

Raiden sighed deeply and looked up at the pure white ceiling. He was the one who had been sexually harassed, so he didn’t understand why Rihana was crying so pitifully.

After Sieran left, he had planned to enter the drawing room immediately, but Rihana’s sudden burst of tears stopped him in his tracks. She muttered curses she would never use in front of him, then began crying while stifling her sobs.

“D*mn it, that cursed woman… She’s not even a b*tch in heat.”

So he had decided to wait outside until her crying stopped, but as her muttering grew more intense, Raiden found himself unconsciously smirking.

“Why do you have to look like that and make people suffer like this? I can’t even hide you anywhere, it’s so frustrating.”

She wanted to hide him away—why was this woman so adorable? 

The unpleasant feelings from earlier vanished instantly.

Raiden worried that if he delayed any longer, the cute little creature who kept crying because of him would get puffy eyes, so he straightened up from the wall and opened the half-open drawing room door. 

Not expecting Raiden to enter the drawing room, Rihana’s shoulders jumped when she saw him, and she hurriedly wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

“Why do you cry so much?”

“…I don’t usually cry much?”

“Do you cry especially often just in front of me?”

At Raiden’s playful question, Rihana stared at him intently. The worry evident in her eyes pricked somewhere in Raiden’s heart.

“Are you okay…?”

“With what? Some h*rny lady calling someone over from the crack of dawn and ordering them to strip n*ked?”

“…”

“Or groping my n*ked body while letting out blatant moans?”

Rihana sobbed again.

“…I’m the one who got harassed, so why is my master crying?”

Raiden spoke in a very gentle voice, completely different from before, and wiped the tears flowing down Rihana’s cheek with his hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why is my master apologizing?”

“Because of me… if you hadn’t ended up with me, you wouldn’t have had to endure such humiliation…”

Overwhelmed by rising sadness again, Rihana’s chest heaved as she struggled to continue speaking.

“Hana.”

Raiden tenderly embraced her head.

“Why do you keep crying? I said I’m fine. If you keep crying like that, what was fine becomes not fine.”

“You’re not…not fine. I saw your expression, sob.”

“I wasn’t okay before, but I’m okay now. If my master keeps crying like this, I might stop being okay again. So let’s stop, alright?”

“I don’t, want to cry either…”

“Shh, calm down. Want to touch my c*ck?”

At this crude joke completely unsuited to the situation, Rihana lightly tapped Raiden’s side with her fist while sniffling.

“Hey!”

“Or you could f*ck me.”

“You…!”

Rihana hit Raiden’s side with slightly more force than before.

“I’m half-hard right now. Can you feel it?”

He said he was half-hard, but she could clearly feel his already firmly er*ect member poking her stomach. Rihana looked up at him with her tear-stained face.

“I was suddenly called away so I didn’t take my suppressants, which made me a bit irritated. No matter how much she groped me, it just felt bad and wasn’t arousing at all. But strangely, just smelling your scent makes me hard like this.”

His words miraculously cleared away the frustrated and wronged feelings she’d had moments before. She hadn’t known that hearing he only got aroused for her would feel this good. Rihana wiped her tears with the back of her hand and asked him.

“Should I suck you off…?”