Chapter 54

 “If I give you my heart as well. That, that would be too much. I don’t want to get hurt.”

 Ella panted. She repeatedly took in heavy breaths and exhaled them. Her tear-soaked face began to cool slightly. She stared at Larque, who was just standing there looking only at her.

 “I want to go somewhere else.”

 “……Where?”

 “I told you. It doesn’t matter where. Anywhere is fine as long as you’re not there.”

 One of Ella’s eyes narrowed. Even after bursting into tears, she hadn’t calmed down. She murmured while softly sobbing.

 “Anywhere, I’ll go anywhere. And I’ll get married too. To a man who likes me. To a man who only needs me…… Ah!”

 It felt like her shoulder would be dislocated. Her back hit the cold wall. Ella looked at him while trying to hold back her intermittent sobs. The murderous intent pooled in his eyes was so full that it dripped down. Ella twisted her lips.

 “Is it that you can do it but I can’t?”

 “Know your place. Why should I stand on the same level as you?”

 The heat that had built up began to cool after boiling over. Ella raised her hand and slapped his cheek. The harsh sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the study. A hint of blood appeared as her nail might have scratched the corner of his lips. The hand that had slapped his cheek trembled. He bit into her lips with a faint smile. His hand went under her skirt. The hand that dug between her thighs stroked her groin and rubbed her closed p*ssy. Her cl*toris and hole. His fingers coated with sticky fluid moved vigorously.

 “Ngh, hnngh!”

 The hand pushing against his chest had no strength. Suddenly, he smiled as he rolled her cl*toris with the tip of his finger. Their overlapping lips made a wet sound. The man pushed his tongue into her soft lips. The man who licked her teeth and sucked her tongue was like a snake. She hit his shoulder with her fist while taking shallow breaths.

 The hand that had been gripping her shoulder pulled down her bodice and grabbed her moon-like br*asts.

 “Ahnng…… Hnngh! No…… hate it. Don’t…… Ah, ah!”

 His fingers scratched her br*asts. He pinched her n*pples and removed his lips. The hand that had been rubbing her cl*toris forced its way into her hole. Her twitching hole sucked in his member. Ella twisted her waist and tightened her buttocks.

 “You look good.”

 Ella shuddered her shoulders while making panting sounds. It had been a long time. Embracing, embracing, and embracing again…… The battlefield’s bed. The floor of San Parvale. The king’s outer palace and forest. They knew each other well enough to know where to rub to make her feel good and how deep to thrust to make her writhe. From the beginning, there had been only them. Like a man and woman in a cave. The days when she had panted in his embrace for ten full days flashed by. It was around when she had just turned twenty. As if not tired of thrusting, he had endlessly ejaculated s*men. Her groin and private parts were covered in s*men, and even the sheets were soaked. She should have felt ashamed, but no thoughts came to mind. For a lifetime, she had wanted to be embraced like this for a lifetime.

 “Like this, writhing like this. Not knowing how to hide it and going crazy with pleasure, you’re saying you’ll take another man’s c*ck in front of me?”

 “Ah! Ahnng!”

 The man who had been increasing his fingers digging into her hole suddenly took out his own thing and rubbed it between her thighs. Ella blankly looked down at it. Habitually, she unwrapped her arms from his neck and pushed his chest. He thrust his c*ck into her vaginal opening, enjoying the soft sensation between her thighs. His erect member forced its way in without warning. Ella opened her mouth wide and widened her eyes.

 “Ahng!”

 Her mouth wouldn’t close. The shock traveled down her groin straight to the back of her knees. Her p*ssy trembled just from the insertion. She grabbed the hand that was kneading her br*asts. Then he smirked and took her nipple into his mouth. She closed her eyes at the force that sucked and pulled strongly. It was a force incomparable to a child’s. Despite being sucked so strongly that it felt like it would be pulled off, she felt like going crazy from the pleasure. Her buttocks wriggled due to the strange heat resonating in her lower back.

 Larque gently laid Ella, who was trying to sit down, on the floor. Ella embraced his head and wrapped her legs around him. The man, seemingly satisfied, started thrusting while kneading both her br*asts. Every time the large pillar pushed into her hole, it felt like being crushed.

 This isn’t right. This isn’t right…… Ella shook her br*asts in rhythm with his bouncing waist while making moaning sounds. She cursed herself for being familiar with his member. She also wanted to kill the man who calculated where to thrust to make her writhe and bounced his waist.

 “Ah!”

 She glared at him with red eyes. The ashen eyes with a viridian tint seemed especially creepy today. The man buried his face in her chest like a child. Despite the surrounding advice to slowly wean, Ella couldn’t detach the child clinging to her br*ast. The child sucked her br*ast even when not feeding. The man started thrusting rapidly while bracing himself against the floor. The foam emerging between her split p*ssy glistened.

 Her p*ssy tingled. She wanted to spread her legs wider and accept him.

 “Ah! Ah! More. Ahnng! Deep hnngh……”

 “More? Should I thrust deeper? Hm? Should I thrust into your womb?”

 Ella nodded frantically. Her toes curled. Ella twisted her upper body while tossing and turning. Larque flipped her over and made her raise her knees as she couldn’t overcome the pleasure and was crying. Ella raised her head and looked forward. Tears fell as sobbing sounds escaped from her open mouth.

 “Ah! Ah! Inside…… Haaah.”

 The man’s hands grabbed and spread her buttocks. She wanted to escape from his hands at the thought that her private parts would be completely visible.

 “Ahng!”

Trembling, she crawled forward as he grabbed her waist and thrust violently. Her arms braced against the floor collapsed. Ella sobbed with only her buttocks raised high. She felt like going mad. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t right, but her body wouldn’t listen. The man’s hand rubbed her protruding cl*toris as he began thrusting. His groin and buttocks slapped against her with wet sounds. Ella bit her lips and groaned, but ultimately writhed in pleasure.

 Eventually, he mounted Ella on top of him and ordered her to move her hips herself. She wanted to die, not only because it was infuriating that things would end this way, but also because he was making her sorrowfully move her hips herself. She slightly raised her buttocks and sucked in his member.

 The duke said that even if he got married, things would remain the same. Two years at most. Since it was a marriage with a clear purpose, it wouldn’t require a long time. Ella closed her eyes as she looked at the man who held her in his arms and comforted her. Too exhausted to get up, he had a servant bring a stimulant. Before the maid’s hands could touch her, he wiped away the sweat and s*men while soothing Ella. A master laying out sweet talk to appease a servant girl. Should she consider this a promotion? Ella didn’t believe it. There was nothing she could believe. From the beginning, theirs wasn’t a relationship built on trust.

 She thought about the wedding ceremony. Him putting a ring on the finger of a woman in a lily-white dress in front of a priest and kissing her. Ella would probably have to stand by his side like a bridesmaid with Eselmund in her arms and give her blessing. Just imagining it was horrifying. She would run away before that happened. Somehow……

 “Ella?”

 As she leaned against the wall, quietly, quietly replaying the day, she heard an unfamiliar voice. No, no. It wasn’t an unfamiliar voice. Ella turned her head to look in the direction of the sound.

 Reddish curly hair. Warm brown eyes. The white and pretty face with youthful features remained the same even as she aged. Ella got up and blinked. She wondered if it was an illusion. But the outline wasn’t dreamlike. It was clear and straight, leaving no room for doubt……

 “Sarah?”

 “Ella. You……”

 She braced herself against the wall to straighten her legs that had collapsed. Sarah approached with quick steps and stood in front of her. Ella blankly stared at the woman, blinking. No matter how she looked at her, it was Sarah. It couldn’t be anyone but Sarah. Her rapidly beating pulse suddenly dropped. She couldn’t stand up and looked up at her.

 “Ella. Is it really you?”

 Why? Why? Sarah here in such attire…… She closed her parted lips and strained her eyes. She recalled the day she had last confirmed traces of Sarah. Like most of Roland’s women, Sarah was said to have been sold somewhere.

 She could have been a body servant in some noble household or in another brothel. Pimps wouldn’t keep aging prostitutes who only consumed food. If they couldn’t serve as merchandise, there was no need to feed them. It was cruel in any sense, but perhaps it was better for Sarah that way.