Chapter 2

‘What should I do?’

Everything before her looked hopeless. Leaning back lazily in his chair, the Duke was staring at her with his arms even folded now, as though he had no intention of moving a single step until he saw her touch herself with his own eyes. It was obvious that begging him to withdraw his proposal would get her nowhere.

‘I just have to shut my eyes and get through this one time. Once I get the book back and leave this place, I must never again go anywhere near Duke Valdenhofer’s residence.’

After a long hesitation, Rosaline lifted her skirt with trembling hands. Her pale white calves, round knees, and soft thighs, hidden all this time, slowly came into view in the air.

But when the moment came, she simply could not bring herself to do it. Rosaline could not make any progress, only keeping her knees raised and her legs closed, and the Duke frowned and growled.

“Spread them.”

At that firm command falling like a whip, Rosaline bit hard on her lip and spread her legs wide into the shape of an M. Because her undergarment was so thin, the outline of her s*x showed clearly even through the cloth. Rosaline had been about to rub herself as she was, but then she recalled what was written in the novel and put her fingers into her mouth to s*ck them.

Slurp, slurp.

After working her tongue over them and coating them in saliva, she brought her damp fingers to the parted slit of her womanhood. As she rubbed it slowly up and down, a faint warmth rose through the barrier of that single thin piece of cloth.

Sliding her undergarment aside, Rosaline gently pressed the tip of her fingers against the bud nestled where her inner folds met. The sensitive spot, packed with nerves, responded sharply to stimulation. As she circled the tiny nub and then flicked it harder, a stinging sensation ran through her, and the insides of her thighs trembled.

“Hngh…….”

All this time, while writing novels, she had fantasized countless times, but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined the day would come when someone would watch her touch herself in reality. And in front of Duke Valdenhofer, no less. She felt so ashamed at the thought that she was laying bare something so private that she could have died of embarrassment.

Yet even amid that shame, the body layered with stimulation gradually grew hotter and hotter. The instant she pinched and flicked the crimson, swollen bud, a rush of clear moisture welled up from her entrance. The Duke’s eyes darkened as he stared at the opening, twitching while drenched with wetness.

Her slender fingers parted her plump folds to either side and slowly entered the opening. Feeling the tender flesh softly close around them, Rosaline pushed her fingers one knuckle deeper inside. Along with the intense sensation, the heat that had been pooling in her lower belly spread sharply up her spine.

“Hngh…… ah!”

When her movements slowed for an instant beneath the weight of the overflowing pleasure, the Duke noticed at once and immediately urged her on. There was impatience in the long breath that escaped him.

“Haa. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Under the Duke’s gaze, which clung to her relentlessly, Rosaline squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She thought it might feel at least a little less humiliating this way. But that was naive. Once her sight was blocked, the wet sounds of her fingers moving against her inner walls rang loudly in her ears, and his stare also felt as vivid as if it were stinging her skin.

Wet, slick. Her entire body grew burning hot with the strange rising excitement.

“Mmngh, ah, ahh.”

Rosaline’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted for breath with difficulty. Her head tipped back, and saliva slipped from between her parted lips. Unable to contain the boiling pleasure, she grabbed one of her br*asts with her other hand. The moment she pinched and flicked the n*pple stiffened beneath the fabric while moving below at the same time, her slender waist swayed so hard it looked as though she might collapse at any moment.

The Duke’s gaze moved back and forth between Rosaline’s face, flushed red with pleasure, and her wet s*x. At the obscene sight of her probing herself below while rocking her hips, his throat worked slowly. The more aroused Rosaline became, the more his eyes gleamed with desire, and even his breathing turned rough and uneven.

“D*mn it.”

Feeling a heavy tension draw through his lower body, the Duke ground out a rough curse. Unable to restrain the impulse, he rose from his seat and approached Rosaline. Whether because her eyes were closed or because she was lost in pleasure, Rosaline remained busy gasping, unaware that he had come right up before her.

As he stared fixedly at her soaked womanhood, where moisture splashed with each movement, the Duke pushed his own finger deep into the opening where Rosaline’s fingers were already buried. The folds at the entrance stretched tight, and her inner walls were forced open.

“Wait, what…… haaah!”

Rosaline’s eyes flew wide at the sudden intrusion. In a place already narrow to begin with, the addition of a thick man’s finger flattened her inner walls and filled her with such powerful pressure that her breath caught. Grabbing Rosaline by the hair as she panted with her head thrown back, the Duke forced her to meet his gaze.

“I told you not to stop.”

As if he had no intention of giving her even the slightest chance to resist, the Duke immediately began moving quickly inside her. Rosaline twisted her body and struggled desperately to pull out at least her own fingers somehow, but the Duke did not allow even that. Wet, pressing sounds filled the air as fingers of different thicknesses overlapped above and below, mercilessly stirring through her inner walls, and she could no longer gather her senses at all.

“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.

“That’s absurd. How can you be so unreasonable—!”

Before her protest, full of grievance, could even finish, the Duke pulled Rosaline to her feet and abruptly turned her body around. Then, as if even the time it would take to undo the buttons at the back of her neck one by one was too precious, he yanked roughly at them. Riiip, under the force of his tremendous grip, her clothes were torn to pieces, and in the blink of an eye Rosaline was left n*ked.

“Kyaa!”

“Bend over. Let me see your rear clearly.”

The Duke, gripping Rosaline by the waist as she struggled, whispered at her ear.

“You know very well what will happen if you don’t do as you’re told.”

At the cold warning, Rosaline’s shoulders trembled. Now that her weakness had been seized, there was no escape. In the end, obeying the Duke’s orders was the only choice left to her.

The moment she braced both hands against the freezing stone wall and bent her waist, the moisture pooled in her s*x ran down along her thighs. At the sensual sight of her opening twitching while her rear was fully exposed, tension gathered in the Duke’s jaw. A thirst-like urge, the urge to bury himself in that opening as quickly as possible, surged up hot from below.

When he loosened his trousers, the heavy member that had been confined the whole time sprang free. The long length boasted tremendous thickness from the root, and the tip was swollen with blood, while pre-release fl*id leaking from the slit dampened the head and ran down.

The Duke, holding Rosaline firmly by the hips, rubbed his p*nis two or three times along the cleft of her rear, then aimed the tip straight at her entrance. The blunt head slowly entered as it spread open her wet opening.