“What are you…?”

Ines’s body stiffened. She looked up at Carlos, seemingly not understanding his words. Her clear blue eyes were innocent and pure.

Carlos kindly explained for his wife who couldn’t grasp the situation.

“I’m telling you to put it in your mouth and suck, Ines.”

Only then did Ines understand what Carlos was asking of her, and she let out a sigh. She had learned about this during her past bedroom lessons. That…dirty act of putting a man’s p*nis in her mouth.

She had found it utterly repulsive. She had determined never to do such a thing even after marriage. Ines, having no intention of fulfilling Carlos’s request, turned her head away.

She wanted to pull her body back completely, but she couldn’t move because Carlos was holding her hair.

“No, I won’t. This is really…”

At her clear refusal, the corner of his lips twisted.

“Why are you contradicting yourself? You were the one who said you would fulfill your duties.”

At his words, Ines glared at Carlos, her expression full of frustration.

It seemed her pride was hurt by her own words. After all, hadn’t she been the one to take off her clothes first and declare that she would fulfill her wifely duties?

After a moment of inner conflict, clenching and unclenching her fists, Ines lifted her head with a newfound determination. Slowly, she reached out and grasped the *rect pillar.

Ines’s hand trembled slightly as it held his p*nis. It was so thick that her small hand couldn’t even fully enclose it.

Unconsciously swallowing her dry saliva, Ines slowly put the head into her mouth.

“Ugh.”

She had only taken the tip, but his p*nis was so large that it filled her small mouth to the brim. Ines grimaced at the unexpected thickness. In reality, she had only managed to put it in her mouth, nothing more.

“Move, Ines.”

At Carlos’s command, uttered as if breathing out, Ines closed her eyes tightly. Then, gripping his thigh, she slowly began to move her head back and forth.

“Ugh, uh…”

But unfortunately, despite her efforts, Carlos’s p*nis wouldn’t go in more than halfway.

‘This is…too much.’

Her mouth already felt as if it would rip apart. Her jaw ached from being stretched open to its limit. She tried her best to follow what she had learned during her bedroom lessons, but the sheer size of it was on a whole different level compared to the example she had seen back then.

Meanwhile, Carlos, looking down at Ines who was just moving her mouth without being able to take his entire p*nis, let out a low sigh.

“Haa…”

Then, muttering a low curse, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer, he grabbed her head with both hands and began to thrust his hips.

“Gah!”

His p*nis, thrusting in with sudden force, hit her uvula. The sensation made her feel as if she would vomit. Ines gripped his thighs and tried to push him away, but she couldn’t overcome the strength of a man who had lost his reason.

“Uh, uhhn!”

As if oblivious to her suffering, his thrusts only grew stronger. Every time he thrust his hips, she even felt as if his p*nis was going to pierce her esophagus.

The unbearable pain brought tears to her eyes.

How long did the sounds of her struggling breaths and wet flesh echo?

“Ugh.”

With a final powerful thrust, Carlos let out a short moan and *jaculated. At the same time, his salty s*men flooded her mouth.

“Ugh!”

Against her will, the s*men that had been poured down her throat traveled down her esophagus. Just as she was starting to have difficulty breathing, Ines pounded on his thighs, and only then did he let go of her.

As soon as his p*nis left her mouth, Ines gagged and spat out what she had been holding in.

“Cough, cough!”

Ines coughed repeatedly, clutching her stomach. The s*men she hadn’t been able to swallow dripped from her mouth.

Carlos watched her with an indifferent gaze before picking up Ines’s dress that was scattered on the floor. Then, he wiped his s*men-soaked p*nis with it. Despite having *jaculated twice already, the tip of his p*nis was still as hard as if it had never released a single drop.

Thud.

Carlos tossed the dress, now stained with his s*men, onto the floor. Ines’s hand trembled as she stared at the dress ruined by his s*men. She felt miserable. The feeling of being treated like a pr*stitute filled her with shame.

But as if oblivious to her feelings, Carlos simply straightened his clothes nonchalantly. At the same time, his indifferent voice reached her ears.

“That’s enough for today. It would be too much to do more than this with a child in your womb.”

“…”

“I’ll come see you again tomorrow night.”

Ines flinched visibly at his words, implying that he would be back tomorrow as well.

As if it were obvious, he asked back.

“It can’t be over with just one fulfillment of your duty.”

“…”

With those words, Carlos turned to leave. Ines’s hand, which had been glaring at his retreating figure, clenched into a fist. As the sound of the door closing rang out, all the strength drained from her body. Ines leaned against the sofa, her body slumping, and stared blankly into space.

Then, her gaze fell on her dress, lying discarded on the floor. The dress, soiled with s*men, seemed to reflect her own state. Finally, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks.

It had been a hopeless day.

***

Inside a damp and gloomy dungeon.

As the sound of water dripping echoed eerily, someone carefully descended into the prison, cautiously looking around.

After confirming that no one was around, the man approached someone.

“Your Excellency, it’s me.”

Descartes, who had been leaning against the bars weakly, lifted his head at the familiar voice. His unfocused eyes sparkled at the appearance of the person he had been waiting for.

“Hans! So, did you visit everyone on the list as I asked?”

“About that…”

Hans trailed off, his expression troubled.

“They all said they couldn’t help you, Your Excellency.”

“What? What are you talking about? They can’t help me?”

His cry of despair echoed through the dungeon. But as if even shouting was exhausting, Descartes soon began to breathe heavily. It was the result of the brutal torture he had endured since being imprisoned.

“It seems Baron Hamilton has given false testimony. He said that you, Your Excellency, were trying to poison His Majesty.”

Descartes gritted his teeth at the news of Baron Hamilton’s betrayal.

“That bastard…! He doesn’t know gratitude after being raised by my family!”

He hadn’t been too worried when he was first imprisoned for the gold coin incident. After all, he hadn’t stolen the coins in the first place. If there was any fault, it was the merchant’s responsibility.

Moreover, many nobles supported him. So, he had thought that his family wouldn’t be brought down by something like this.

But it seemed that Baron Hamilton, that cunning snake, had been swayed by the king’s coaxing. Baron Hamilton was practically his subordinate. His father had raised him from nothing, a lowly man with only an old family name to his back.

Descartes clenched his jaw in anger. His nerves were on edge from the days of sleep deprivation and torture.

He barely managed to suppress his anger and asked,

“So you’re saying they’re all turning their backs on me, afraid of being implicated in treason?”

“…I apologize.”

Betrayal gnawed at his insides. No wonder the number of visitors had dwindled lately. Hadn’t they been the ones who condemned the king for his tyranny when he was first imprisoned?

And now, they were all acting like they didn’t know him, frightened by a mere accusation of poisoning.

Descartes bit his lip and muttered under his breath,

“Do they think I’ll go down alone?”

This was all the queen’s fault. That b*tch was the one who had blown things out of proportion.

The arrow of his anger was misdirected at Ines.

Descartes, biting his nails in anxiety, suddenly lifted his head.

“Was it Llewellyn? Have you still not found the queen’s birth mother, the maid?”

“No. It seems the king is involved. I believe he’s hiding her somewhere safe and keeping her under wraps.”

“Then it would be difficult for us to find her.”

Moreover, there was a limit to what he could do while imprisoned. Descartes pondered for a moment before a sinister smile spread across his face, as if a good idea had occurred to him.

“Then we just need to make others find her. The people will find her. There are plenty of people who despise Duke Claudia.”

“What do you mean…?”

“Spread a rumor. That Duke Claudia had a mistress. And that she’s still alive and well, living a life of luxury.”

A cruel smile touched his pale lips.