Chapter 24

Beatrice, who was naturally kind-hearted, even allowed someone as wretched as this Shining Rag to be close to her. People with similar personalities must have gathered at the seminary where she originally belonged.

‘What if there’s someone at the seminary who likes Beatrice?’

He knew that, at a seminary, there were no romantic relationships. But had he ever expected things to turn out like this for himself? What started as a light flirtation had grown into something completely uncontrollable.

There isn’t a man in the world who could dislike Beatrice. Maybe he was lucky to be the first to notice all her good qualities, but there was no telling. Someone else with keen eyes might discover Beatrice too.

A sly thought flashed through Julian’s mind for an instant.

‘What if I make it so Beatrice can’t be satisfied by anyone but me?’

Not that it was something to brag about, but since becoming an adult, Julian had devoted himself to nothing but flirting with women. He’d been so engrossed in it that he’d earned a nickname unfit for any decent person. After realizing his feelings for Beatrice, he regretted his wild past, but now he saw that maybe it wasn’t all bad.

It wasn’t exactly a point of pride, but he was skilled at pleasing women. Beatrice’s body was sensitive to pleasure. Just look at how, with only a kiss and a little caress, her underwear was soaked through with excitement.

No matter who she met, Julian was confident about one thing: he could satisfy Beatrice’s body better than any other man.

Julian had never considered himself lacking in anything, but in front of Beatrice, he always felt small. His wild past, his wasted years, his inability to stand proudly before her—all of it made him feel ashamed.

Maybe that’s why these dark thoughts came to him. He felt he couldn’t keep Beatrice by his side any other way, and compared to the wholesome men she might meet in the future, men with clean histories, he doubted she would ever choose him.

Julian slipped his hand between Beatrice’s thighs. When she was still wearing underwear, she would reflexively squeeze her legs together, but now, with her last line of defense—the panties—gone, and overwhelmed by pleasure, Beatrice could hardly collect herself. Her thighs gave way easily as Julian spread them. Through the slight opening, Julian ran his hand over Beatrice’s lower body. It was slick with her fluids.

Julian spread Beatrice’s fluids over his hand. The petals, touched by a man for the first time in her life, kept twitching. Julian laid Beatrice down over his desk. It was easier for Beatrice to endure if she could lean her body somewhere, rather than standing and trying to withstand his touch. With her chest pressed against Julian’s desk, her br*asts were squeezed to the sides.

Julian brought over two chairs. He placed Beatrice’s knees on the frame beneath the backrest of each chair.

As far apart as the chairs were, her knees were spread, leaving her lower body completely exposed and impossible to hide. Her secret place glistened with fluid. It was broad daylight, with the sun high in the sky. The sunlight made it shine as if it had been coated in sugar.

Touching with his hands and seeing with his eyes were different kinds of temptations, both difficult to resist. Julian brought his hand close to Beatrice’s exposed lower body.

“Mm… Hng… Ha…”

He gently rubbed the round marble with his thumb. At the same time, Beatrice’s limp body jolted as if struck by electricity. She struggled, but her legs were fixed to the chair, rendering her efforts useless.

“Here, do you like it?”

“P-please… hng, ugh…!”

“Please? I don’t think so. Beatrice, you are overflowing with warmth here.”

Her entrance quivered, warmth spreading. Even as Beatrice pleaded, shaking her hips and begging for him to stop, Julian did not lift his thumb.

“P-please! Pleaase.”

“It’s not over yet. We need to cure your illness, don’t we? We haven’t even started.”

Not even started. Beatrice’s hazy mind could only register that Julian was saying something shocking.

“Hng. Mm… ugh. No…”

“I’ll keep going a little longer. You say no, but your body reacts differently, so I can’t trust your words.”

“No… wait, ah, ngh… hng.”

“Isn’t it not ‘no’ but ‘yes’? I didn’t expect you to be so good at lying, Beatrice.”

“Ugh, please… please, stop. Please…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“It feels… strange. No, no, hng, ha…”

“Does it feel strange?”

Beatrice nodded repeatedly. She pressed her face against the desk, but Julian, moved by her desperate pleas, kissed her on the cheek.

“Then Beatrice, can you say it like this?”

“W-what… what do you mean…”

“Say, ‘Please put it in.’ If you do, I’ll stop.”

“Hng. Hng. No, I don’t want to…”

“Hurry. I won’t stop until you do. And this time, I won’t make you faint.”

Fainting? He wouldn’t make that mistake again. Julian’s gentle voice lingered in her ears.

Put it in? What was he talking about?

Beatrice’s mind couldn’t process anything complex. All she could do was slowly follow Julian’s words.

“Can you handle it? Should I touch you harder?”

“Hii! No, wait, just a moment…”

“Then say it quickly. I don’t know if you realize, but I can be a bit mean.”

Beatrice is always kind to me, but if she doesn’t listen, I have no choice but to tease her.

“Hng. Please! Put it in, p-put it in. Please…”

The words slipped out, her pronunciation crumbling. Like a fool, Beatrice kept repeating her desperate request. At her urgent plea, Julian’s thumb, which had been tormenting her, finally stopped.

“What did you want me to put in when you asked?”

He had made her say it, but now he teased her. He wondered how it would feel to press himself into her narrow entrance. He thought about it for a moment, but now was not the time. Right now, it was more important to train Beatrice’s body than to satisfy his own desires.

Julian’s long index finger slipped into her tight entrance. Even with just the tip inside, her body tried to push him out. But slick with her own fluids, her body couldn’t resist his finger’s steady advance. As he repeated shallow thrusts, the depth of his finger gradually increased.

“U-ugh… mm…”

Beatrice shook her head repeatedly. She could feel Julian’s finger inside her with chilling clarity.

“That place, not there… hng…”

She took it all in. It was narrow, hot, just as she’d imagined.

“Can you take one more?”

“Hii, n-no. It hurts. Ah, hng. It hurts.”

“You’re quite dramatic, Beatrice. I made sure to go slowly so it wouldn’t hurt.”

Julian laughed softly at her words, having carefully widened her with gentle, shallow movements to avoid causing pain. He rotated his finger in a circle inside her entrance.

“Does it really hurt?”

“Hii…!”

“Does it really hurt, Beatrice?”

“Haa, ah, no. No. D-don’t move, don’t move… ngh…”

Between her moans, Beatrice begged him not to move. But it was a plea Julian couldn’t grant.

His long finger began to search the inner walls of Beatrice’s entrance, as if exploring. Finally, he found it. Pressing firmly against the thick, swollen wall inside, Beatrice’s back arched like a bow and her toes curled tightly.