Chapter 1

The life of an unfortunate noble lady is beyond imagination. In most noble families, daughters were considered a means to elevate the family’s status through a good marriage, or simply a tool for economic gain. Marriage partners were mostly decided by arrangement, and whether one liked it or not, she had to marry that man and spend her life with him.

Of course, if lucky, a love marriage was possible, but most were forced into arranged marriages. So, meeting a partner one did not like was more common. Sometimes, if luck was even worse, a girl could be sold off in tears to someone old enough to be her father. How miserable must the life of such women be.

Rosaline was one such case. Her partner was Earl Balzac, who turned fifty this year. At first, Rosaline suffered at the news of being sold to an older man. However……

“Haah, haaang, I like it……!! Haueut!!”

Thrust, thrust. His massive manhood moved rapidly back and forth, buried inside her soft and smooth womanhood. Her swollen cl*toris protruded between her folds. Rosaline, her dress pulled down to expose her chest, trembled. Each time his member pounded her womb, she felt as if the world was flipping upside down.

“Ugh, so tight.”

The large man atop Rosaline groaned. He was as big as a bear, with dark skin. Earl Balzac. Rosaline’s husband grabbed her br*asts with his large hands. His hands were so big and thick, it seemed he could cover Rosaline’s entire face with one hand.

Rosaline gasped under her large, older husband. The place was a stable. In an empty stall filled only with straw, they moved together like animals. Horses whinnied nearby.

In her maiden days, Rosaline never imagined she would end up in such a vulgar place. She never thought she would marry a man so much older.

“Haueung, aang, dear…… heung. I like it!”

Her husband was certainly older than her, but his looks were decent. Despite the wrinkles, his features were neat and his hair was thick. His bushy grey sideburns and beard were attractive as well. His body was so toned, it was hard to believe he was fifty, thanks to his lifelong dedication to martial arts. And, his manhood was large.

“Huu, heung, ah, I think I’m going to…… haueung. Dear…….”

Each time his massive member pressed against her walls, she moaned. As he stirred her insides, the s*men stored within her flowed out along his hard shaft. After a few more thrusts, Rosaline threw her head back and reached climax. Her hips lifted into the air, her body shuddered.

It was all her husband’s fault. He had made her this kind of woman. When she first married Earl Balzac, she never imagined she would be having such heated intimacy with him.

* * *

“I don’t want to! How can you sell me off to Earl Balzac!”

“Oh my, what are you saying? ‘Sell off’? Being admitted into Earl Balzac’s Earldom is a blessing, a blessing!”

At her mother’s words, Rosaline’s eyes filled with tears. A blessing? Rosaline felt as if the ground beneath her feet was collapsing.

“He’s fifty now!”

“Age doesn’t matter, Rosaline. What matters is you’ll be the third Countess. Once you marry Earl Balzac, you’ll be free from this countryside. Didn’t you always say you wanted to go to the capital?”

Rosaline’s mother, Madame Mier, nodded enthusiastically, proud. She was selling her daughter to an Earl thirty years older without a hint of guilt. She truly believed it was a luxurious upward marriage.

But Rosaline was devastated. She had just turned twenty, and now she was being sold to Earl Balzac, who was fifty? It was absurd.

“Well, I told you to find a suitor before you turned twenty, didn’t I? You’re the one who didn’t listen.”

“But……!”

Rosaline’s lips trembled. Her parents were selling her to Balzac for money. They wanted to marry her into a wealthy family for profit. Madame Mier had told Rosaline to bring home a good match, but in the end, Rosaline failed. So she had no argument.

In the end, Rosaline burst into tears and ran to her room. She slammed the door and sobbed. She refused even when the maid tried to comfort her. She skipped meals and cried herself to exhaustion every day.

She wished it was a dream, but when she opened her eyes, the wedding day was right before her. It was a reality she couldn’t escape.

* * *

From start to finish, the wedding passed in a blur. Rosaline couldn’t even remember how the ceremony went. The ritual was routine, and Rosaline, veiled, kept her head down the entire time. Earl Balzac stood beside her, but she didn’t meet his eyes once. It was her small act of rebellion, and resignation.

After the ceremony at the temple in the capital, Rosaline rode separately from the Earl to the Earldom. Specifically, it was a townhouse managed by the Earldom. As the daughter of a poor local official, Rosaline found the concept of a townhouse in the capital unfamiliar.

Even seeing the luxurious mansion didn’t make her happy. The despair of marrying a fifty-year-old Earl was soon replaced by anxiety.

‘Night will fall soon. What about the first night……?’

She had gone through the wedding like a doll, soulless, but the first night couldn’t be like that. Unlike her, Earl Balzac was a widower who had lost two wives and had grown sons. His sons, nearly thirty, managed the Earldom.

He probably didn’t lack heirs, but he was still interested in women. That was likely the reason he chose to marry young Rosaline.

Lost in thought, Rosaline got out of the carriage and went straight to the Countess’s bedroom. As soon as she arrived, the maids undressed her from her ornate wedding dress and led her to the bath. They washed her with great care, as if it was part of the first-night ritual.

Time passed, and night fell. Rosaline wrapped herself tightly in a shawl over her thin chemise. The candles left by the maids glowed softly in the darkness.

Rosaline anxiously checked the clock. It was close to midnight, but the Earl hadn’t come.

‘Was he going to skip it? Maybe, being fifty, his desires weren’t what they used to be. No, he’ll probably come……’

She felt uneasy.

Rosaline sat at the edge of the bed, listening beyond the door. Then, heavy footsteps approached from afar.

With a tense face, Rosaline swallowed. Maybe it was a maid or a butler…… but on the first night, no one would dare come near the master’s bedroom. The footsteps stopped right at the door.

Gulping, Rosaline swallowed. The door slowly opened, and light poured in. At first, she couldn’t see who had entered because of the backlight. As her eyes adjusted, Rosaline could see the person’s face. Could it be……

“Earl……?”

Rosaline’s heart pounded. The person entering against the light was enormous. Now she recalled the Earl standing beside her at the ceremony, his build as large and sturdy as a professional hunter. Instinctively, Rosaline knew this was the Earl.

When the door closed, moonlight from the window shone on him, revealing his features in detail. Thick jaw, dark skin, broad shoulders and tall stature unlike the thin, pale nobles. His developed chest muscles showed under his thin satin shirt, and his waist was as solid as a log.

His thigh muscles bulged so much it seemed his pants might rip. He raised his hand to brush back his grey hair, revealing thick grey eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and deep wrinkles on his forehead—signs of age. Plus, a bushy grey beard covered his philtrum and jawline.

Rosaline gulped. The robust Earl looked down at her and stepped closer. He was nothing like the fat, perverted nobles she had imagined. He had the presence of a gladiator rather than a noble. For a moment, she wondered what he looked like in his younger days.

“Rosaline.”

“…Yes?”

“You received s*x education at home, right? It’s essential for producing an heir.”

At those words, Rosaline’s heart dropped. Of course, he meant to proceed with the first night.