The Perverted Master Has Discovered My Secret

Rosaline, the author who rose to great popularity with the explicit romance novel , works as a maid in a mansion while secretly writing a novel with the Duke as its male lead.
Then one day.

“I heard you wrote this. Is it true?”
“How did you come to have that book, Your Grace….”
“All this time, you were peeking at me and writing filthy and obscene drivel like this. You turned me into a complete delinquent, perverted piece of trash.”

As the Duke tried to burn the novel she had written, Rosaline finally pleaded with him, saying that if he would return the book, she would do anything he ordered.

“….Really?”

The corners of the Duke’s lips curled upward meaningfully.

***

“Ah, hnng, mmh!”

Each time the fingertips bent like hooks scraped over the soft flesh inside, Rosaline trembled uncontrollably. The louder the wet sounds echoed through the prison, the louder the m*ans she let out became as well.
As the Duke, who had been speeding up as he drove through her inner walls, pulled his fingers out and twisted and pinched her sensitive nub, Rosaline, having reached her peak, let out a long, trembling cry. The Duke watched, without missing a single moment, every instant in which she writhed in pleasure.
A little while later, Rosaline, who had barely escaped the afterglow of her cl*max, steadied her breathing. Her inner walls, whose heat had not yet fully subsided, throbbed as fl*id seeped out past the opening. Her face flushing with belated shame, she hurriedly covered herself below with the hem of her skirt.

“I, it’s over now, right? I did as you ordered, so please let me out of here now. And return my book as well.”
“Who said it was over?”

The Duke sharply arched his brows.

“You’ve only just finished one thing. Until every single thing in that book has been reenacted, you’d better give up any thought of leaving here.”

At those words, like a bolt from the blue, Rosaline’s face was colored with shock.