Chapter 3.2

“You enjoy it that much? Haa, you’re crying and moaning like that because it feels so good?”  

“Hng, ah, ah, ahhh…!”  

His member, which had been withdrawn until only the tip remained, slammed back in completely. Repeating this motion, pulling out fully and then thrusting back in with force, caused Richel’s slender thighs to tremble. Their joined area grew wetter with every movement.  

“Damn it, you want a big c*ck like this, and yet you went looking for other men? Do you think those pencil-pushing idiots could satisfy you like I can?”  

Growling, Callisto pounded into Richel’s core. Her flat stomach bulged with the shape of his member as he thrust deeply.  

“No, stop, I’ll break, I’ll fall apart…!”  

“No, this is how you need to be taken.”  

Thud! He drove himself deep into her stomach and rotated his hips slowly. Her skin stretched and shifted as if his length would burst through.  

“Damn, look at this. You’re clenching so tightly it’s insane.”  

He ground his pelvis against hers, causing his shaft to scrape against her inner walls. Richel convulsed, her entire body trembling as a stream of liquid gushed out, soaking Callisto’s lower abdomen. He chuckled, his hands leisurely kneading her soaked b*ttocks.  

Straightening his upper body, Callisto grabbed Richel’s waist and pulled her toward him, slamming their hips together. The combined force of his thrusts and his grip created loud slapping sounds. Richel, lying back on the bed with her waist arched, screamed.  

“Haa, stop, please, stop…!”  

“Stop? For whose benefit? What if you go looking for another man’s c*ck again?”  

The wet sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the spacious room. His thick arms gripped Richel’s hips tightly, as if he might crush her, while he continued to thrust downward. Richel’s legs dangled limply, spread wide apart.  

The speed of his movements increased. Richel’s body, held in his strong arms, swayed like a doll. His muscular thighs flexed as he drove himself deeper.  

Thud! With a heavy thrust, Richel’s hips clenched tightly. Her trembling thighs spread open as her inner walls contracted around him.  

“Damn.” 

Callisto gritted his teeth, gripping Richel’s hips as if to crush them. Her swollen stomach filled completely with his hot release.  

He let out a sigh, thrusting into her a few more times. With every movement of his hips, thick white liquid spilled out of her. Closing his eyes, Callisto tilted his head back and buried himself to the base. His stomach, outlined by the shape of his member, twitched as he released the last of his seed.  

Callisto let out a satisfied groan and looked down. Richel, trembling and convulsing, lay beneath him. Her flushed body, still quivering from the pleasure, was a sight to behold.  

His icy blue eyes fixated on her entrance, which was still clenching around his shaft. Her tight opening, stretched to its limit, clung to him snugly. 

“You’re sucking me in so deliciously.”  

“Haa, ugh….”  

“No one else will do. I’m the only one who can satisfy you. There’s no one else with a c*ck as big as mine.”  

He caressed Richel’s face with reverence.  

“Stay here with me. Forever.”  

Callisto lifted Richel’s limp body into his arms. Hugging her tightly, he thrust his hips again.  

“Hng, ahh…!”  

The bed shook violently. Their labored breaths and cries continued late into the night.  

***

Richel sat on the sofa, her face hollow and pale.  

After being tormented by her husband every night, she would wake up in the afternoon. She barely ate, and before long, her husband would return. Then they would do it again, and again…. She felt as though her mind was drowning in his seed. She was sure she’d become a fool at this rate.  

After living like this for a week, Richel realized that Callisto’s misunderstanding was far more serious than she had thought. She had tried to talk to him calmly, but no matter what she said, her husband interpreted it as her wanting another man.  

If only she had called his name when she realized the mercenary was him. Perhaps things would have turned out better than they were now.  

But at the time, she couldn’t think clearly. Who could, when they had been sold to a dark mercenary during a supposed outing and were about to spend the night with him?  

“Your Grace, the Grand Duchess.”  

Richel, sighing deeply, turned her head weakly. An elderly servant stood politely nearby, his face kind and gentle.  

“How are you feeling?”  

“I’m fine.”  

“That’s good to hear. If you’re feeling bored, would you like to take a look at this? It’s a catalog from the most famous salon in the North.”  

The servant placed a book on the table. About eight magazines were spread out, filled with images of jewelry, accessories, dresses, gloves, umbrellas, and hats.  

“Those at the top are new products, and popular items are below. Take your time browsing, and let me know if you find anything you like. I’ll send someone to fetch it right away.”

“……”

“Is there nothing that pleases you?”

The catalog was replaced. Richel stared blankly at the parade of glamorous magazines flipping by.

“If you have a preferred designer, please let me know. We can note your desired colors and designs and commission them. We could even consider creating a salon entirely….”

“What…!”

At the mention of creating a salon, Richel hurriedly spoke up. Despite interrupting, the servant maintained a polite smile as he looked at her.

“Why are you showing me all of this?”

“I heard you liked them.”

Richel was dumbfounded. 

Did I really like such luxurious things?

“Who said that?”

“Your husband did.”

“……”

“He instructed us to buy everything you desire without any lack, but it seems we might need to look into salons in other regions. Please take these away.”

The servants standing behind quickly removed the catalogs.

“This way.”

The servant guided the dazed Richel somewhere. Even as they walked down the corridor and reached the large door, Richel tried to think clearly.

But as soon as the door opened and she saw the room filled with gold and jewels, her mind went completely blank.

“All of this also belongs to you, Your Grace.”

Listening to the calm words of the servant, Richel thought.

Something was terribly wrong.

***

Richel sat in the greenhouse garden, seriously contemplating how to resolve this situation.

Her husband thought she was a promiscuous and extravagant woman.

She felt incredibly wronged, but no matter how much she thought, she couldn’t find an answer. To clear up the misunderstanding, they needed to talk, but she couldn’t even start the conversation.

Just yesterday, she waited in the living room to talk, but before she knew it, she was on the sofa with her husband taking her. Callisto growled, saying, “How can I resist when you wait with such a cute face?” Richel ended up being shaken all night for simply dozing off.

“Agh….”

Richel tapped her sore shoulder. Tears of frustration welled up. She pouted and leaned back in the soft chair. The warm sunlight touched her body.

The place where Richel was sitting was the greenhouse garden. Situated right next to the mansion, it was connected to the cold outside, yet somehow incredibly warm.

Richel shifted her gaze to the table. Luxurious desserts and tea were arranged on opulent plates.

Not only that, but the clothes she wore were of expensive material. The meals prepared and the servants’ attentive care were far more abundant compared to the South.

But she felt lonely. She wasn’t happy.

Her husband didn’t seem to love her.

In the South, she had felt his affection. Even though it was awkward and there was little conversation, she felt his sincere love through the careful way he held her hand and embraced her firmly.

Her dissatisfaction with her husband stemmed from wanting to be closer to him.

She wanted to hear directly how they ended up married, whether he regretted it, and if he was happy with their current life.

Richel closed her eyes with a sad face. She wished she could go back to that time. Now, he wouldn’t even listen to her, and it was frustrating.

Still, she was glad her husband was there. If he hadn’t been, she might have been sold to another man….

Quietly thinking, Richel opened her eyes wide. 

Come to think of it, why was Callisto there?

Could it be…. Was he there to find a lover too?

If that were the case, her husband’s actions made sense. He might only want her body. To Callisto, Richel was a promiscuous and extravagant person who sought lovers. If he had plenty of money, he could spend it freely, and if he brought her along to fulfill his desires whenever he wanted….

“……”

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her throat felt tight.

Richel took a deep breath as she leaned against the chair, then suddenly stood up. Her chest felt heavy as if it had swallowed iron. Richel paced the greenhouse garden, trying to organize her chaotic thoughts.

Nearby, she heard the rough voices of men. Only then did she notice mercenaries guarding the large gate outside the mansion.

They would know everything about Callisto. Just looking at their faces might reveal what he was thinking. They must have shared life-and-death situations in the past.

That must be nice….