Chapter 8

Karel’s gestures continued resolutely. Even as his long fingers stirred the depths of the woman, his thick thumb pressed firmly against her most responsive spot. He teased her, brushing lightly, then pressing upward with force, wetting his movements with the fluid that came from her, making circular motions… 

In the meantime, the woman began to feel a fiery pleasure blossoming at the tips of her toes and fingers. Her hands, which dared to wrap around the knight’s neck, unconsciously gripped tighter. Though her trimmed nails dug into his skin, she was careful not to leave a scratch on his precious flesh. Her toes curled, clawing at the most luxurious blanket in Oedel. 

Ah… Huh…

As her legs instinctively tried to close, Karel’s fingers pressed even more insistently against her sensitive nub. The woman shuddered and twisted her body.

Karel inserted one of his legs between hers. Her legs helplessly wrapped around his thick thigh. 

Hmph… Mm…

Her soft legs clung even tighter to Karel’s as his hand matched the rhythm of his movements, stirring her tender flesh.

The desperate pleasure that had bloomed deep within her seemed to travel through her veins, surging to her fingertips and toes. Though she tried to remain still, her knees and hips moved of their own accord. 

Ah… Huh… Hmph… Mm…

Her moans, which broke apart in her mouth, gave Karel a relentless sense of satisfaction. Pressing his thumb against her ultra-sensitive spot, he moved his fingers inside her even faster. The wrinkled inner walls yielded under his touch.

The woman grew increasingly desperate. She needed more—something deeper. She felt as though she might find even greater pleasure if he reached just a little further… But as the sensation piled up layer upon layer, she could no longer endure it.

“Huh…!” 

Biting her lip tightly, she clamped down on Karel’s lower lip in desperation and was finally swept away by the overwhelming climax she could no longer resist. Karel’s hand was soaked with her clear fluid. Tears welled up in her eyes, unable to control the chaotic sensations coursing through her. Her toes quivered with a loss of strength.

Karel, pulling his lips away from hers, brushed her bangs aside and looked at her with a satisfied expression. Though his naturally stoic face made it difficult for her to notice, the warmth—no, the heat—in his usually intimidating gaze made her heart race.

The lips she had clung to so desperately just moments ago curved faintly into a smile.

“Then… Ahk!”

As if mocking her momentary relief, Karel’s fingers, damp with her clear liquid, brushed against her sensitive nub again. The overstimulated area felt almost raw from the sensation.

She reflexively tried to close her legs, but Karel’s firm, muscular knee blocked her. He lowered himself between her legs, grabbing the backs of her knees and spreading them apart. The folds of her flesh, which had just reached their peak under his touch, opened wide, revealing her flushed, wet inner skin. Exposed to the air, the damp area twitched involuntarily.

There was no escape now.

“Move your hair aside.”

“Yes…”

It seemed that the knight was fond of her face. Thinking that this was a good thing, she obediently brushed aside her disheveled bangs.

Her neat forehead, slender yet thick eyebrows, and violet eyes, now disheveled with the pleasure he had given her, were fully revealed. Her tear-streaked eyes, her sharp nose, her small lips, and her flushed cheeks… 

Karel, not taking his eyes off the sight before him, placed the tip of himself against her entrance. Though her body, aroused from his earlier caresses, seemed ready to welcome anything, the pressure from the thick head of his member was overwhelming.

She swallowed nervously. 

That… That’s going to go in…

Though her mind was filled with fear, her body seemed to tremble with anticipation. The entrance of her inner walls quivered slightly. She had braced herself for its thickness, recalling how it had filled her mouth earlier, and thought it might be okay, considering how she had loosened up from his fingers.

Karel took a deep breath and began to push the thick tip into her.

“Hngh…!”

The intense pressure made the woman gasp softly. It felt as though the weight hanging below him was pressing all the way up to her throat. The stretch below was overwhelming, almost too much to bear.  

“Ah, Sir Knight, it’s just… too much…”  

“Really, at this point?” 

A brief laugh escaped Karel’s nose. He pressed the woman’s thighs apart, spreading her legs wide.  

The sight of her entrance, which was now wrapped around the head of his member, was vividly exposed to his view. The pale flesh of her folds was even whiter than her skin and the platinum-blond hair covering it. The inner flesh gripping his head was so lightly pigmented that the contrast between their bodies was stark.  

It was undeniable—he had truly invaded her sanctuary with his manhood.  

“D-don’t look… please…”  

The dull ache below and the shame of having her most intimate area completely exposed to him had her face burning red. Unable to endure it, she turned her head to the side, even though she had obediently brushed her bangs aside as instructed. Her flushed face, the delicate jawline that followed, her slender neck that seemed as though it could be held in one hand, the tendons standing out along her throat, and the hollow dip below…  

Her lips trembled as she bit down hard, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes once again.  

All of it stirred a subtle yet undeniable sadism in Karel.  

‘What a fool I am.’  

The smirk that played on his lips was directed at himself. Without hesitation, he pushed forward, parting her tender flesh.  

“…Ahk!”  

Her pupils contracted sharply.  

The pain was far beyond what she had anticipated. It felt as though someone had grabbed her pelvis with both hands and was tearing it apart. A throbbing, dull ache filled her lower body. The folds that had quivered with anticipation moments ago now shrank back completely.  

“Ugh… Uhh…”  

Unable to cope with the pain, her slender legs trembled. Her hands, which had been holding her hair back, lost their strength.  

“Look at me.”  

Karel’s voice, which had been watching her every small movement, was unexpectedly gentle. Leaning forward and propping himself up on one elbow beside her, he brushed her bangs aside and turned her face toward him.  

Her violet eyes, trembling with unshed tears, were blurred with pain and helplessness. Tears she couldn’t hold back streamed down her cheeks.  

“S-Sir Knight… Hic!”  

The thing filling her completely swelled within her.  

“…Beautiful.”  

With an expression of awe, Karel studied her face. Her violet eyes, those trembling eyes… were drenched in the obscene pain he had inflicted. As moonlight reflected off her irises, casting a rainbow of colors, he felt himself teetering on the edge of madness with raw desire.  

The joy of having thrust his thing into the woman for the first time added to his euphoria. The fact that she was just a worn-out inn maid who had tried to seduce him didn’t seem to matter much. The pretense of innocence, despite clearly not being her first time, only served to justify his more sadistic urges.  

Feigning tenderness, Karel’s fingers brushed through her hair. From one temple to the other… Her platinum-blond bangs shifted under his touch, revealing her bare face before scattering back across her forehead. Beneath the disheveled hair, her violet eyes quivered pitifully, as though pleading for mercy from a predator.  

“I like it.”  

“Hah!”  

He withdrew his hips slightly, only to thrust deeply back inside her.  

“Ahh, S-Sir Knight…”  

Tears welled up in her eyes, forming droplets that clung to her lashes.  

It hurt. It was sore, and it hurt. The dryness made it feel as though she might tear apart, and the friction left her swollen and raw. It felt as though the bones below had been forced apart entirely.  

But there was nothing she could do.  

She was utterly captivated by the deep, piercing blue of the knight’s eyes, which never left her.  

As though testing the limits of her endurance, he slowly withdrew his hips before driving them forward again. The thick head of his manhood scraped against her inner walls as it pulled out, only to press heavily against her as it pushed back in. Every movement was torment for her.  

All she could do was endure. She bit down on the tender flesh inside her lips until her mouth was swollen.  

“P-please… just a little…”  

Though she mumbled the words under her breath, knowing they wouldn’t reach him, there was no change in his expression. His stoic face remained impassive as he focused solely on the sensation of her inner walls tightening around him with each thrust.  

Slowly, he withdrew, then plunged forward again. He slid out gradually, only to thrust in without restraint.  

The fear and pain reflected in her shining eyes were mesmerizing to Karel.  

Those violet eyes, which had never before shown such vulnerability, were now trembling because of him.  

Every time he drove himself in fully, her eyes twitched and contorted with pain, and he found the sight intoxicating. Though the cause of her anguish was his relentless thrusting, the way her face twisted because of him was deeply satisfying.  

He had neither the intention nor the capacity to show her mercy.  

“P-please, just a little…”  

“Just a little, what?”  

“Well…”  

In truth, she didn’t even know what she wanted. She wished it hurt less, but considering how painful it was simply to have him inside her, there was nothing that could be done.