“Hngh, ugh…”

The world was still bright. Although the sun was setting, the light in the room concealed nothing. In the bright sunlight, Anita clung to the sheets, barely able to support herself on her trembling arms.

Moments earlier, Cedric had ripped off her clothes and gone over to the bed. Anticipating the torment ahead, Anita clenched her eyes shut under his hasty touch. Unhappy with her reaction, Cedric sat alone on the edge of the bed and pushed her away, commanding her to undress.

“You can do it by yourself now, can’t you?”

The act of removing the fabric covering her body, layer by layer, with trembling hands, was profoundly humiliating. She couldn’t help resenting the sunlight filling the bright room.

She wished she could just finish quickly. But her shaking arms and powerless hands wouldn’t allow her to do that. As a result, she had to stand there for a long time, reduced to an exhibition for Cedric’s eyes.

This only served to feed Cedric’s impatience. What he had been waiting for was just within his reach yet beyond his grasp, and his impatience was driving him mad.

At the same time, he distorted the wait he had created, perceiving it as Anita’s act of resistance against him. When her slender limbs were finally revealed and the thin chemise dropped, he could no longer tolerate her arms covering her swelling br*asts.

He rose abruptly from his cross-legged position and flung his wife onto the bed. He tore her meticulously pinned-up hair loose with ease and ripped the fragile fabric covering her slender waist, barely a handspan wide even without a corset.

Anita let out a short shriek of surprise, but he paid it no mind. He flipped his wife over onto her stomach to punish her for causing him such distress, and entered her without any preamble.

Cedric himself had only thrown off his outermost garments. He had barely bothered to untie his cravat or loosen his waistband. Casting aside all imperial dignity, he acted brutally from the outset.

“Hnngh…!”

Unable to hold back a sound, Anita blinked her unfocused eyes. Having s*x with Cedric was always agonizing and repulsive, but Anita particularly loathed their current position.

Kneeling and supporting herself on her hands, unable to look at her partner, she felt like a four-legged animal. To make matters worse, with every thud and thwack as the man thrust against her, uncontrollable saliva dripped down her face alongside her tears.

“Ooh, hmm…”

Could a creature that could only drool and utter garbled sounds really be considered human? Anita wept with shame, her sobs growing louder.

“Endure it, Anita. If you pass out, you won’t like what happens next.”

While Anita writhed in shame and agony, Cedric merely spouted vulgarities. Pressing down firmly on his wife’s waist with his large hand, he nearly lost all self-control.

As if he had forgotten his previous entry, Cedric became irritated by the tightness inside.

“Why isn’t it open properly yet? How arrogant.”

“Aah, uht! Haaa… ngh!”

Gripping his wife’s pelvis, he moved as he wished, as if administering a punishment. Caring little for Anita’s tears of overwhelm, he thrust his fully aroused p*nis into her delicate body.

The rough thrusting and withdrawal terrified her, as if her body would be torn in two. Even the slow insertion was overwhelming enough. But the forceful movement, stabbing into her as if nailing her to the bed, was something she couldn’t withstand.

Tears blurred Anita’s vision, and through the haze she caught sight of her hair cascading down before her eyes—long strands clinging to her skin, damp with sweat, swaying in disarray. The sight of herself, so disheveled and undone, felt wretched and pitiful.

Anita wondered if this was how the golden spring in the old tales had shimmered. If only such a jewel existed, she thought, perhaps it would shine with the same light.

However, the sight was entirely different to Cedric. The soft waves of his wife’s platinum hair glinting across her slender waist seemed more dazzling than any treasure. Its brilliance was enough to make him reach for her, unable to resist its pull.

Just as he was about to grab a lock of her luscious hair, it slipped away as she moved. Cedric pressed his lips tightly together at the hair that had smoothly slipped beyond his reach.

It was an utterly meaningless moment—nothing more than her hair slipping through his fingers. Yet, somehow, that was what set it off. After all, it was Cedric who was shaking his wife. Still, he saw even that small act as defiance, as her attempt to pull away from him.

He pressed down on the area just above her rounded b*ttocks, near her sacrum, and abruptly pulled his hips back. He then stopped thrusting, leaving only the blunt tip of his p*nis at the entrance.

“Hah…”

Was he going to let her rest for a moment? Anita’s frantic panting subsided slightly, tinged with confusion. Still clutching the sheets tightly, she let out a long, ragged breath. Even though the savage motion had ceased, her limbs still trembled like those of a newborn lamb.

Cedric observed this scene from above. The opening kept twitching, as if the tiny portion he still had inside her was too much to hold. Despite most of him having been pulled out, it was tantalizing.

But hadn’t he expected something? He took his hand off her lower back and traced the curve of her figure with it. At his caressing touch, Anita’s face flushed and she curled her fingertips inwards.

Thud

That was when it happened. Something grazed Anita’s face and landed softly on the bedsheet. A large precious stone stained the surrounding fabric red. Then, rings of various priceless colors began rolling carelessly across the bed.

What on earth was happening?

A moment later, completely unprepared for any of it, Anita found herself staring in shock at a blue diamond ring that gleamed in the same shade as her eyes.

At that moment, Cedric’s expression darkened and he flung the ring off his right hand.

Smack!

It was a sharp slap, as fierce as the sound it made. A bright red handprint was imprinted on Anita’s backside, the only fleshy part of her body. The shock caused her arm to buckle and she staggered. Pursuing his wife as she lurched forwards, Cedric forced his way through the tightly constricted inner walls.

Unable to make a proper sound, Anita collapsed completely. The heavy fullness that filled her to the limit also made breathing difficult. Burying her face in the bed, she cried out in pain for the first time.

“It hurts! Hngh… Hut!”

“Didn’t I tell you to endure it?”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

This time, it was a series of loud spanks. At first, they might have seemed playful. However, the pain branded into her mind was immense. Overpowered by the man’s authority bearing down on her entire body, and feeling utterly devalued, Anita finally burst into tears.

Her eyes were already stinging from the profuse tears that had flowed and chafed her eyelids. Yet even this stimulated Cedric. He shook Anita wildly, thrashing his hips like a madman.

“I can’t… I can’t… Hngh! Ah… Huuh.”

“Anita, you need to get up.”

While Anita could only produce garbled sounds, his voice remained distinct. Other than a slight rasp from thirst, it was difficult to distinguish it from his usual tone. As he urged her on, Anita moved her hands, trying hard to lift herself up.

“Ugh…”

But it was impossible. Having already expended all her strength, her body screamed in pain just from lying still, and her ravaged mind was on the verge of fading out. With an unbearable force pounding ceaselessly into her, Anita was nothing more than a grain of sand being swept away by a wave.

“Tsk.”

Finally, unable to watch any longer, Cedric lowered his body and clicked his tongue. Pressed tightly against her, he was like a wolf that had ambushed a deer from behind and was now attacking it.

“What on earth is wrong with your skin that it’s like this?”

Burying his nose in his wife’s nape, he bared his teeth and snorted as he examined the bite mark near her ear. Though his words were critical, he found his wife rather cute for a fleeting moment.

This time, Cedric ran his tongue over his wife’s earlobe. Even though she wasn’t wearing earrings, he ran his tongue over the spot as if he wanted to probe the tiny piercing hole. He poked, bit and tugged at it.

“Ah, hik……!”

Cedric continued to thrust his hips.

Anita twisted her head, her body jerking in response to the pressure lodged deep within her flushed skin. As he followed her movements, Cedric’s gaze fell on the ring he had carelessly left nearby. He frowned. If he wasn’t careful, it might scratch his wife’s delicate skin.

He stretched out his hand and carelessly pushed aside the treasures that others would cherish dearly. Just then, his hand landed on something unusually damp.

‘Crying’s one thing, but this is a bit much.’

Annoyed, Cedric glanced down at where his hand had fallen. A moment later, his expression shifted.

His eyes narrowed at the stain on the sheets. Then he slid his hand to the curve of Anita’s br*ast, which was pressed beneath his weight.

His fingers came away slick with something that was unmistakably not tears.

‘Well, look at this,’ Cedric thought, grinning at this utterly welcome gift, one he had never even considered, let alone expected.

‘I must be losing my mind. Something must be wrong with me.’