At that moment, the man bent down to meet her eyes and said with a wicked grin:

“Where do you keep saying you’re going? Without me? You can’t escape from my embrace, you know?”

“Y-Your Grace…! Please come to your senses!!!”

Desperately calling out to Rian’s soul that had been possessed again by the beast-like demon, Belita jumped up and stepped back to avoid him. The knife in her hand trembled as it pointed toward him.

Rian’s gaze turned to the knife. His brow furrowed, then he widened his eyes in an exaggerated show of surprise as he asked:

“Are you going to stab me? Me? Hmm, what game is this? Well then, go ahead and stab me. If my wife wants to stab me, I should let her, right?”

The man’s expression changed instantly as he straightened up with a grin. His tall stature that forced her to look up filled her with even greater terror. Having unbuttoned the rest of his buttons, he approached while dramatically beating his chest where solid muscles concealed his heart.

As if telling her to stab right there.

“D-don’t come closer!”

“Hmm, looks like tonight will be quite stimulating? Since it’s come to this, shall we make an interesting bet? Whether my c*ck will pierce my wife’s body first, or—”

She kept backing away from the man who approached while licking his lips, but soon Belita’s body was blocked by the window.

“Whether your knife will pierce my heart first?”

“Hic…!”

It happened in an instant. As he grabbed her knife-wielding hand, Belita’s breath caught at the terrifying eyes looking down at her. Her heart felt ready to burst out of her chest at the sight of the man licking the blade with his tongue.

“Were you planning to run away from the residence while I was gone?”

“Ugh…. L-let go.”

“No matter where you hide, I’ll find you, you know?”

“L-let go of me!”

“Shh…. Stay still.”

The man who had restrained her struggling body used the knife in her hand to slash open the front of her dress. When her full br*asts were revealed through the powerlessly split clothes, he kept licking his lips as he grinned.

“For an appetizer, I’d like to taste your body first. How about it? Will you allow me?”

“Your Grace…! Please, please come to your senses!”

“When you’re the one who called for me, why do you keep looking for him? How disappointing.”

“What did you say…?”

“Well, I appreciate it.”

Belita’s eyes trembled at his cryptic words.  Who was he kidding?  She was the one who wished more than anything that he wouldn’t show up.

“Now, how about welcoming me properly?  I’m much better than that boring bastard, aren’t I?”

“Y-Your Grace…!”

“You’re feeling bold today, are you less scared?  Why do you keep hiding in gloomy places?  It’s not like I’m going to do anything to you.”

“Ugh!”

While she was momentarily losing herself in his nonsensical words, her body was already laid bare.  Belita came to her senses at the feeling of him burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.

“Hmm, good.  Your scent always drives me crazy.”

She couldn’t believe it, no matter how many times she saw it.  How could he be so different with the same face?  His smiling face, his vulgar way of speaking, even the atmosphere around him felt like a completely different person.

The man, who had been staring intently, grinned and licked her n*pple. Belita gritted her teeth at his arrogant demeanor, as if he could do whatever he wanted if she wished for it.

“You look like you hate it. Then I’ll give you a chance. A chance to get away from me forever.”

“……?”

“Stab me.”

“……!”

As if to encourage her anger, he continued to provoke her until the very end.

“You’d better win this bet.  And to show my support, I’ll cheer on your courage.”

Leaving the knife in her hand, Rian cupped her full br*asts, blatantly sucking on them as if to emphasize his point.  Belita turned her head away from the sight of the man shamelessly pleasuring her with a playful grin on his face. 

She couldn’t push him away, nor could she escape.  And there was no one to ask for help.  Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined herself being helpless at the hands of this crazy man again.

The man’s eyes narrowed for a moment, and he growled, biting down hard on her n*pple.

“Ouch!”

“What are you doing?  Don’t just feel it, stab me!  How far do you think I’ll go while you wait?”

Rian sneered, flicking his tongue over her sore n*pple.

“Ah, my wife used to love this, didn’t you, wife?  Pretending to hate it while enjoying it.”

“N-No!”

“Then stab me. Don’t hesitate.”

“Haa!”

“What are you hesitating for?  Didn’t you want to run away?”

The man’s thick hand slid down her stomach, slowly moving lower and lower.  Belita was at a loss for words at his constant prodding.

What does he want? Does he really want me to stab him? Why is he doing this to me?

“Ugh…!”

His hand moved between her legs, now stripped bare, and entered her without hesitation.  Every time he rubbed her sensitive folds, she felt as if the slick fluid coating her was smearing everywhere.

“You hate it, but why is it so wet down here?  Are you this wet from just a little suckling?”

The man, grinning wickedly, spread her wet folds open and rubbed his face against her core.  His eyes never left hers as he ruthlessly parted her sensitive flesh and thrusted inside.

“S-Stop…!”

The more she pleaded, the more he curled his fingers and scratched her insides.  Every time he moved roughly, the fluids she leaked splattered, making embarrassing noises.

Every time she gritted her teeth and tried to hold back her moans, the man dug deeper inside her, nibbling and biting her n*pples.  Belita couldn’t hold back her moans any longer, surrendering to his relentless torment.

“Ah, ahh, haan…!”

As if satisfied, the man swirled his tongue around her ar*ola and lifted his upper body, his fingers still buried inside her.  He caressed her trembling lips suggestively and showered her with more of his vulgar words.

“Just a little rub and you’re leaking fluids like this, and you call that nothing?  You’re a liar, wife.”

“Haa, haa, please, stop it…!”

“When are you going to use that knife? Should I just put it on the table?  If you can’t bring yourself to stab me, why don’t you cut some meat with it?  I’ll savor my wife’s soft flesh in the meantime.”

“Ahn…!”

Belita flinched and buried her face in Rian’s firm chest as another rough thrust from his thick fingers sent jolts of pleasure through her.  The soreness she had felt all morning subsided, replaced by a slippery wet heat.

Oh, I hate it, I really hate it, but contrary to her will, her body continued to respond to his touch.

“Hmm, look at this.  You’re such a lewd woman, aren’t you?  You pretend you don’t like it, but you come willingly into my arms, and when I touch you, you leak all over me.  And why are you sucking on my fingers like this?”

“Urgh!”

Rian gently stroked Belita’s hair before yanking it back with a rough tug.  He grinned down at her, her neck arched at an awkward angle.

“You like it?”

“Haa…”

“I guess you do. Then open your mouth.”

“Heup…!”

When she stubbornly kept her mouth shut, as if defying him, Rian’s lips curled up into a smirk.  Knowing exactly how to make her obey, he pulled his swollen fingers out of her and put them in his mouth.  He sucked on them, then showed them to her, asking casually,

“How many do you think I can fit in there?”

Belita, her lips tightly shut, shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.  Her hand, still clutching the knife, trembled, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.  She just stared at him pathetically, hoping for his uncharacteristic mercy.

“You should just do as you’re told.  Ah, that’s right.  You liked it when I took you by force, didn’t you?  I keep forgetting.”

“Ugh…!”

Three fingers, each one overwhelming on its own, thrust into her at once.  Her pain meant nothing to him as her drenched core readily swallowed his fingers.

Rian chuckled as he watched tears stream down her face.  He licked her tears away, savoring the taste.

“How salty.  Your p*ssy is sweet, though.”

“H-Hic, Your Grace. Please, come to your senses.”

“Do I look crazy?”

“Sob…”

“Well, I suppose I might.  But isn’t this better?  Isn’t it more human to be honest like me than to be a fool who pretends to be fine while clinging to rotten emotions and eventually runs away?”

“Y-Your Grace…!”

She called out desperately, hoping her husband would come to his senses.  But all that came back was ridicule and more pain.

“You’re putting me in a bad mood.  It’s like my wife is looking for another man right in front of me.”