“Hold it.”

“T-the position…… Let me go a little. I can’t breathe.”

“If I don’t restrain myself like this, my c*ck might really pierce our child’s head today. So hold my c*ck, if only for the sake of our child’s head.”

“Siiing……”

“Siiing…?”

“I-I’m holding it!”

Belita’s lips jutted out as she tightly gripped the twitching c*ck that seemed ready to cause trouble at any moment. This man was unpredictable—being affectionate one moment, threatening the next. But strangely, his breathing was becoming increasingly rough. With his chin resting on top of her small head, he inhaled and exhaled deeply enough to make his chest heave.

Warning bells rang in her mind. This rough breathing and the terrifying thing swelling in her hand didn’t seem normal.

Could it be…?

Growing urgent, Belita tightly gripped the massive c*ck that had emerged from her hand and tried to soothe him with a deliberately calm voice.

“Y-you must be tired, huh? Thank you so much for the fruit today. I-I ate it so hurriedly because it was so delicious. Shall we g-go to sleep now?”

It was inexplicable why she kept stuttering.

“You tell me to go to sleep together while squeezing my d*ck until it bursts? How am I supposed to sleep when your breath caresses my neck every time you speak?”

“Hup!”

Unconsciously loosening her tight grip, Belita shut her mouth with a snap. But Rian was suffering from her mischievous hand that alternately squeezed and relaxed. He wanted to pounce on her countless times, but he had to grit his teeth and endure. He pulled her body closer and sighed anxiously again. He kept stroking her small head and wiggled his toes.

“Huff…… Go to sleep quickly. Before I change my mind. But this hand should not let go. Hold it tight like shackles. The moment you let go, I can’t guarantee where my free soul will thrust itself.”

“……Yes.”

He really seemed to be trying his hardest to endure. This was the first time she had seen Rian like this. He had always been a man who would pounce on her mercilessly to satisfy his lust, whether she liked it or not—had he matured somehow? His consideration and restraint were unfamiliar yet appreciated. Belita, who had been smiling unconsciously, closed her mouth firmly and whispered inwardly for him.

‘Sleep well, Rian….’

As silence fell, his heartbeat became loudly audible. Though the man’s tight embrace was burdensome, she could endure this much. Despite everything, sleep, which had seemed distant, came pouring in as soon as she closed her eyes. Lately, it seemed like she fell asleep as soon as her head rested. Fortunately, her stomach felt fine, and feeling secure, she quickly fell into deep sleep.

Meanwhile, Rian, who had his eyes closed but was still battling himself, opened them at the sound of her steady breathing. The corners of his mouth naturally rose at the soft touch of her hand, which was firmly gripping his c*ck like shackles while nestled in his arms. Had he ever felt this way in his life?

A woman whose lifeless eyes had always fled from him as if desperate to live. Now that same woman slept peacefully in his arms. With an expression that suggested she was in the safest haven in the world.

‘What on earth do you trust in someone like me?’

‘Useless bastard. I’m ashamed that you came from my womb.’

He recalled the voice of his mother, who had always looked at him with contempt even though she had given birth to him. The mother who had subjected her child to all kinds of insults and abuse. The mother who had made him this madman.

But over that voice, another voice was superimposed.

‘I’m glad you’re my child’s father.’

Is it true…? These words came from the mouth of a woman who once looked at him as terribly as his mother had. Could he trust them?

‘Aren’t you ashamed of someone like me? Really?’

The neglected prince who grew up not knowing why he was hated, let alone loved. How many years had he lived amid people’s mockery? Even then, everyone who approached him had their reasons. Those who wanted to use his position. Vulgar people like Lovia who tried to exploit his empty title of prince. What was there to extract from a worthless prince?

Then did this woman also want something from him?

“……There was nothing. How foolish. Still, looking at things like this, she’s exactly like that idiot.”

She had never wanted anything. Never desired expensive jewels or fancy dresses. Ah, there was one thing. She had asked for a divorce. Said she wanted to go home. Was it because he now held in his arms a woman who had always been plotting to escape? He was having many distracting thoughts today. Her words felt sincere, making his heart flutter repeatedly.

“Sigh…. She sleeps so soundly. Then her hand should also sleep quietly. I told her to just hold it, so why does she keep fidgeting with it?”

She must be dreaming something, as her hand would tightly squeeze his c*ck and then release it whenever she twitched. His fully er*ect c*ck wanted something other than her hand. A wet, moist, and soft bare p*ssy that would tightly grip his c*ck. He wanted to thrust into her. Violently.

Afraid his c*ck might slip away, Belita kept a firm grip on Rian’s shaft even in her sleep. A groan escaped Rian as he struggled to hold onto his crumbling self-control. Pressing his forehead against hers, he growled low, as if wanting her to hear him even in her dreams.

“One month. After one month, I’ll f*ck you until my c*ck bursts. Huff…… Can I endure it? I don’t know.”

Had nights ever been this long? Rian had to spend what felt like both the most comfortable and the most difficult, painful night of his life.

* * *

The weather, now fully into the winter rainy season, showered rain at all hours. This year, the Grand Duchy’s funds were being depleted more than in other years due to the unusually cold weather and frequent rain. And one reason for this situation was the lack of support from the nobility.

There was still a mountain of expenses to cover, but Rian seemed to have no intention of compromising with the nobles. Even if that was expected from Rian, Belita was secretly anxious that even His Grace wasn’t doing anything. Had he been influenced somehow…? The man, whose Crazy Rian energy seemed to grow stronger by the day, looked somehow precarious.

“My lady. A guest has arrived.”

“I understand. I’ll be down shortly.”

She couldn’t just sit by and watch. After all, she was the Grand Duchess in name, so she couldn’t just lounge in bed pretending not to care. Gently stroking her belly, which hadn’t visibly changed much yet but felt slightly heavier, she quietly murmured.

“Baby, sleep well today and don’t listen to anything.”

Thinking of the guest she would meet today, Belita took a deep breath and straightened her chest. There was no reason not to be confident. Regardless of what anyone said, she was the mistress of the Royte Grand Duchy.

After coming down to the reception room, Belita instructed them to bring out what she had prepared and headed to the annex. On her way there, numerous memories of that place surfaced. Memories of being repeatedly disrespected by nobles, Rian’s sudden mad behavior one day, and the embarrassing acts they had done together. What had once been such a hated place had somehow transformed into a place of memories, creating a faint smile on her lips.

Regardless of the process, a precious life had now come to her womb, and her relationship with Rian felt like they had truly become a couple compared to before, so it wasn’t a bad outcome. Perhaps that’s why she could summon courage today.

Upon reaching the annex, she saw the familiar back of a woman. A woman who always adorned herself with splendor. A woman desperate to crush her. A woman who coveted her husband. Though she thought she wouldn’t come, Lovia had readily accepted her invitation. It might be because she thought Belita was easy to deal with, or perhaps she came to see Rian.

“Have you arrived?”

“For someone who learned such good manners, you’re quite late after inviting a guest. Is that what they taught you in the Viscount’s family?”

Dealing with a woman who showed hostility from the first greeting already felt draining. Seeing her start like this, it seemed she was determined to get revenge for that day. Her upturned eyes curved with a mocking smile. The seductive smile that could melt a man’s heart felt chilling to Belita.

Her resolute determination kept wavering like a candle in the wind. But she had no intention of backing down now. If she was going to be helplessly defeated, she wouldn’t have called her in the first place.

In the past, this woman had such a formidable presence that Belita, as a daughter of a Viscount’s family, couldn’t even make eye contact with her. But not now. Now she was just a Count’s wife, and Belita was a Grand Duchess. Moreover, what she had worried about had already happened. They had turned their backs, and the Grand Duchy stood alone.

This meeting was just to give each other an opportunity, not a place to be helplessly defeated like before. Since she couldn’t fall any lower, there was no reason to tolerate any more. She would not lose. If she could now talk back to that Crazy Rian, what was there to fear from this woman? Belita sat calmly before Lovia with a relaxed smile.

“I apologize. My body has become heavier, making my steps slower. Having a child makes one cautious in everything. Please understand.”

Lovia’s eyes widened at Belita’s words. Uncrossing her legs from her relaxed posture, she straightened her upper body and asked accusingly.

“What did you say? Did you just say… child?”