Serine lifted a trembling hand and traced the area around her eyes. The faintly rough texture of lace brushed her fingertips—an eye covering. It was likely a beautifully crafted piece, yet the darkness it imposed filled her with quiet dread.

Still, she couldn’t bring herself to remove it.

Clad in nothing but undergarments, a garter belt, and stockings, she felt the weight of someone’s gaze lingering against her bare skin.

He was watching her.

Like a boy studying a butterfly pinned in place, he observed her—taking in every detail of her humiliating, almost grotesque state.

“Ah—!”

Suddenly, she felt a hand seize her arm and spin her around. Like a puppet, she turned helplessly under his grip.

Her lips parted in fear, her arms lifting to expose her underarms, and her thighs shifted as she struggled to steady herself. He took in every detail as she finished turning around. Seemingly satisfied, he scooped her up into his arms.

The sudden drop made her gasp, and she clung to his neck instinctively. He was still holding her. Beneath her, she could feel the firm texture of velvet — he must have sat down on a sofa.

His solid body, heavy with the thick scent of pheromones, trembled faintly. He was laughing at her, at how pitiful she looked, startled by something as simple as him sitting down.

Tension and humiliation blurred her vision with tears. Though she knew it would likely change nothing, Serine tilted her head towards him and quietly pleaded.

“C-could I… take this off?”

Instead of answering, his hand moved to her undergarments and tore them apart. The lace, similar to the blindfold, ripped easily.

“Not that—I meant the—ah!”

A hand slid over her bare bottom and gripped her garter belt. Smack! The taut strap snapped back against her thigh.

It didn’t hurt much, but it startled her. Although she couldn’t see, she knew her pale skin must already be flushed red.

This was punishment.

If she kept asking to have the blindfold removed, he would punish her again.

“Ah…!”

He turned her around and pressed her back against his chest before sitting her down. Perched on his firm thigh, Serine’s slender legs parted of their own accord.

His hand, which had been caressing the flesh bulging slightly over her stockings, delved deeper.

“Ah…”

She was already soaked. Even in broad daylight and in the middle of the drawing room, being treated like a mere plaything and no better than a courtesan, Serine’s thighs were damp. With a body this responsive, how could she possibly resist him, no matter what he did?

His thick, long fingers tapped lightly against her most sensitive place, idly playing with water. Without realizing it, her hips tensed and her body trembled in small, helpless shudders. The warm moisture gathering between her thighs made her face burn crimson.

The tapping soon turned into slow, deliberate strokes. His calloused palm pressed against her most sensitive spot while his fingers worked the slick heat below.

Like two serpents slipping deeper, his fingers moved inside her, quickly finding the spot that unraveled her. With practiced ease, he pressed and dragged against it, causing her to arch her back helplessly.

“Ah, stop… Ahhh!”

Suddenly, he started to rub her cl*toris vigorously. A surge of uncontrollable sensation shot upwards, causing Serine to have a small *rgasm.

Her vision turned white, her lower abdomen tightened, and a hot liquid poured out from below. However, the man did not let her savor the afterglow of her *rgasm. He inserted another finger, forcing open her convulsing vaginal opening and stimulating her contracting internal folds.

“Wait, no… I just went… Ahh!”

Her oversensitized body could not withstand the stimulation, causing it to jerk. Without mercy, the man forced her back down onto the bed. Pinning her soft frame down with his muscular arm, he explored her depths roughly with his thick-jointed fingers.

“Hiieek!”

Flashes of light burst across her vision. Tears streamed down Serine’s cheeks and trailed to the nape of her neck as she let out broken, incoherent m*ans.

As though savoring something sweet, he leaned in and slowly licked the tears away. One taste was not enough — soon, his lips followed, grazing and pressing against her skin, lingering at her neck.

Each time his teeth brushed the delicate spot where her pulse fluttered, a sharp shiver ran through her; she was caught between fear and something far more unsettling. Already overwhelmed, she could only endure as he continued to toy with her.

“Ah…!”

The cl*max hit with far greater intensity than before and lingered for much longer. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably as a numbing wave of pleasure surged through her body and reached her fingertips and toes.

All the strength drained from Serine’s body at once, her limbs going slack as if they were no longer her own. The man caught her as she began to slip, gathering her into his arms. To stop her from falling forwards, he adjusted her position, turning her to face him.

At that very moment, as their faces aligned, the blindfold slipped from her eyes.

“My, my.”

Bathed in backlight, the silhouette of a captivating man was revealed. His strong facial features and sharp eyebrows were accentuated by his golden eyes, which took in Serine’s unsightly state in its entirety beneath his deep brow.

“Did you like it that much? An unmarried young lady, drenching herself without a shred of shame.”

His red lips sneered. He thr*st his soaked hand before Serine’s hazy, unfocused eyes.

Unable to face her own lewdness, she dropped her gaze. However, she recoiled in shock at the sight of the menacing object lurking there, snapping her head back up.

“It’s cruel to look so disgusted. This fellow will feel quite pitiful, considering how many times he’s made you swoon until now.”

He took Serine’s hand and forced her to wrap it around his arm. The firm, pulsing heat she could feel against her palm seemed almost threatening.

If she allowed herself to accept that, she was certain she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed the next day. Yet deep in her abdomen, she felt a sharp, involuntary tremor — as if her body remembered all too well how far she could go with him and how overwhelming and violent the pleasure had been.

A cruel laugh escaped him as he misread the tremor in her hand.

“Do not forget our promise.”

“…The promise, of course.”

Satisfied by her submissive response, he ran his hand over the nape of her neck. She winced instinctively at the stinging sensation.

Come to think of it, he had bitten her neck just moments ago. Given how delicate Serine’s skin was, her neck would certainly be covered in bruises by tomorrow. It was as if she were walking around with a brand announcing that she had spent a feverish night with a man.

Which was exactly what the man before her intended.

“You said you wanted revenge. If you want to crush the arrogant faces of your family, you’ll have to try harder, won’t you?”

His lips, parted like a venomous rose, murmured the word ‘promise’.

“You must become the shameful daughter of Penrose. And the most effective way to achieve that is by rolling in bed with me.”

He hooked his arms around Serine’s calves. Lifting her as though she were a child, he lowered her slowly onto his *rect p*nis.

Serine’s eyes widened more than they had when he had inserted his fingers. Her entrance, stretched tight, clamped down frantically on the intruder forcing its way in, desperate to push it back out. To the man, even that pitiful resistance was nothing more than an amusing game.

“This mouth down here is a picky eater. How will you ever be satisfied if you only nibble on tiny things that fit perfectly?”

It felt as though he had barely entered, yet her insides were already filled to the brink. Serine’s thighs shook violently while she held only half of him.

“You have to swallow it all, right down to the root. If you keep trying to spit it out, I’ll make you walk around with a toy shaped like mine plugged inside you.”

“No! Not that…!”

“If you don’t want that, then open up properly.”

The slap across her buttocks was wicked. Finally, a tear rolled down from Serine’s eyes.

The man frowned and gripped the blindfold in his hand.

“N-no! Please don’t cover them.”

“Why? Do you want to watch my c*ck move in and out of your hole?”

“It’s not that.”

She wanted to see his face. She needed to know that he was the one holding her and not just any man.

But she was too afraid of how he would react if she said those words.

“It’s because… being able to see is more shameful…”

The man’s eyes darkened at Serine’s stammered words. Erasing the smirk he had been wearing, he thr*st himself roughly into her.

***

The Penrose Marquessate has long been renowned for its culture and scholarship. The current Marquess, Morius Penrose, is best known as the Honorary Chairman of the Noble Academy and the author of The Education of Influence.

Morius had two sons and two daughters, and his children were, for the most part, well regarded.

The exception was his third daughter, Serine, who was infamously known as the ‘failure of the Penrose family’.