069. I'm so sick I could die
Everything went as Hardius had wished.
Under the dimly lit lamp was Emilia, and it was none other than he who was undressing her.
As the clothes he had taken off piled on the floor like snake skins, her white face turned red like a flower, and his breathing became increasingly ragged.
Everything is satisfactory, except for one thing: those eyes that are as cold as an inanimate object.
“Do you want me to play with dolls?”
The eyes that had been downcast slowly turned to look at him. Contrary to her compliant attitude, her expression was filled with anger and resentment.
“I warn you, don’t ever call me out like this again. Do you think my family is stupid? They’ll know right away that something’s wrong. Just try it... If my family finds out... that I’m here like this...”
Her small body trembled with anger.
Hardius twisted one corner of his mouth upward and cupped her pale cheek with his hand.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure Grojean is reassuring your family by now. That means Meyer is really good at lying.”
Emilia was glaring at him, biting her lip as if she was going to bite it.
It might be because of the image of a Princess that had filled her head until just now.
To Hardius, even that sight seemed terribly beautiful. Like a goddess of blazing wrath.
“I will pay you back someday. You will regret... doing this to me.”
“Say that when I’m on top of you. It’ll make me even more excited.”
“Do people know? That the successor to the Meyer family a total crazy pervert?”
The lips that had been touching the nape of her neck slowly drew a curve. Emilia lost her senses as she realized that he was smiling.
The arm, gripped by rage, roughly pushed him away, but was caught helplessly in the man's grip again.
Hardius pushed her staggering body and threw her down on the bed.
The sight of her disheveled body on the rustling sheets aroused yet another sadistic desire. A bold hand flipped the woman's body over.
“Let’s try it backwards. I heard that’s really good.”
He is a man who often spouts vulgar and obscene language in an extremely calm tone.
A wet tongue slowly licked down her spine, which was stiff from shock. Emilia buried her face in the sheets and tried not to moan.
As it moves along the waist and pubic bone, and then lower and lower, the body becomes startled and blocks its entry.
“Did you forget? You made a deal with a crazy pervert.”
The man spread it open mercilessly and licked it without hesitation. Something flowed out and ran down his tongue, shaking the man's throat.
Emilia twisted her waist. She didn't even need to cover her mouth. It was clearly a painful pleasure that tightly covered her throat, preventing even a moan from coming out.
“...Do it quickly.”
Emilia pleaded again.
“Finish it, please!”
The moment the sharp sound echoed through the air, he had a woman. It was a rougher and more violent act than the first time. With each repetition of the forward and backward movement, the belt buckle poked and pricked her delicate flesh as if it were crushing it.
There was no time to check if she was hurt. Hardius struck her fiercely, pushing her senses to the limit.
At the moment of climax that had finally arrived, he had thrown away many things and defiled her, but this time again, it was he who ended up falling into the abyss.
In the quiet bedroom, thin moans and heavy breathing mixed together and echoed like an aftertaste.
Hardius expelled all the weak emotions boiling in his chest. He quickly picked up the woman who was out of her mind from shock and forcibly pushed her into the bathtub.
Gentle hands slowly washed her disheveled body. She, who had been stubbornly refusing, suddenly began to sag like a marionette whose strings had snapped.
The strength in her hunched legs relaxed, and the man's hand gently rubbed against the water.
It was not his intention at all, but Hardius could not stand the erotic contact again. The eager hands suddenly lifted the woman up, leaned her against the wall, and took her again.
The woman's wet body was pressed against the shirt, making an unholy, slapping noise.
The pleasure overwhelmed many things.
The discomfort caused by an abnormal posture, the anxiety that it might hurt, the conscience, the guilt...
Hardius swallowed the worst emotions, pouring the essence of pleasure once more onto her pure white thighs.
Tap, tap, the sound of water drops falling brought him back to his senses. Emilia, who was shaking slightly with her head turned away, seemed like she had become a real doll.
Hr wrapped a large towel around her cold body and hugged her as we headed to the terrace.
It was a dark, moonless night.
Countless stars are pouring down, the beautiful Milky Way, and even the occasional meteor streaking across the sky.
As he had wished, Hardius watched the stars with her and waited for his heart to calm down.
"Cold?"
That was all he could ask out loud. Emilia didn't answer and just closed her eyes tightly as if blocking out her emotions.
A long and short time passed.
The sound of insects flying in the night breeze is like beautiful music that soaks your ears, head, and heart. Early autumn nights are extremely peaceful and beautiful.
Emilia suddenly felt like crying.
Why is the world still so beautiful? Why is the man’s chest touching my back so warm...
How could this be? How could this be... after what happened just now...
It's so miserable that she can barely breathe, beyond self-loathing.
Emilia now knew what lust was.
It was exactly the same as the hard metal buckle that had been stabbing her thigh. She knew all too well how dangerous and futile uncontrolled greed and impulse were.
It will be over soon. It will burn her like a burning tree log until it is completely burned, and only ash will remain.
So, there is only one way left, which is to endure and persevere.
Until she was so tired that she collapsed on her own...
On a starry night, in the zelkova forest, Grojean was meeting Kalia. The goal was simple.
To make her family send her away without any suspicion, so that the owner can call the woman to the villa whenever he wants.
For those who walk the world like Meyer, nothing could be easier.
“You don’t have to worry about your son at all. Mitch Bern has no connection to the Squad and will not be questioned or punished for it.”
Kalia was speechless for a moment, her hand on her heart.
Grojean swallowed his boiling guilt as he watched her, who seemed ready to kneel down on the spot.
“I understand that Miss Bern often stays at Laura Dillson’s house and helps out on the farm. Our master respects Miss Bern’s will and passion for independence and has promised not to interfere or interfere in any way. He has also said that he will try to find a way for Miss Bern to have private lessons so that her talents in mathematics and accounting do not go to waste.”
Kalia let out a deep breath, as if she didn't know what to do with herself. Her head, which had folded her hands as if praying toward the sky, turned back to face Grojean, and tears welled up in her eyes.
“How could you do this... for people like us... How can I express my feelings... I can only be so grateful, so grateful.”
Kalia bowed her head once more, and Grojean felt a sense of precariousness.
All he could do to calm his mind was to speak quickly and without hesitation.
“If there is one thing I would like to ask you, it is that all of this be kept secret. It is not good to be involved in gossip before an engagement is broken off. I understand that the dirty word ‘government’ is already going around in Erndorf. I earnestly ask you to be careful of your words and actions for the sake of Miss Bern’s precious reputation.”
“That’s a given. Not only I, but Mitch too, will sew our mouths shut to keep this secret. How could we, who are the recipients of help, speak carelessly... I hope you tell the young master that I am so grateful that I don’t know where to put myself. How can I repay this favor...?”
Kalia's shoulders, which were constantly shaking her head, were trembling slightly.
What would happen if that kind, gentle woman found out where her daughter was, with whom, and what she was doing?
Grojean felt like cold sweat was running down his back.
“Just trust me and follow me. That’s all I ask.”
In the end, it's for those people, because if it weren't for her, they would have been out on the streets long ago.
Grojean had no choice but to think like that.
The next day, when she woke up, it was the smell of food that awakened Emilia's senses. She squinted her eyes and turned her head toward the smell.
The table is covered with a lot of food.
“...Aren’t you hungry?”
Her eyes wandered around the table and turned to the window. There stood Hardius Meyer, perfectly dressed, with his back to the window.
When they returned to the room from the terrace and lay down next to each other on the bed, he had already fallen asleep much earlier than she had.
He was sleeping so deeply that he wondered if he was dead. She pushed away his arms and legs that clung to her like thistles, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in the dim dawn.
But when does he wake up, prepare food like that, and act like nothing happened?
She slowly got up, looking at the ornate porcelain and delicious food.
Bright sunlight streamed deep into the room through the open shutters. It was a peaceful morning with birds chirping, but the room was filled with an indescribable tension.
Emilia, who had changed her clothes, sat down on the chair opposite him as if nothing had happened.
She had no mood to eat, but a strange impulse made Emilia pick up her fork.
She began to eat eagerly, as if she were very hungry. The sound of dishes clinking and metal rubbing continued for a long time.
“It’s delicious.”
Emilia muttered as if talking to herself on purpose. Unlike her, who was eating well, Hardius couldn't even swallow a sip of water.
Even after doing that last night, his body was still hot, and his head was full of wild thoughts.
Every time her perfect lips swallowed food, erotic images he had picked up somewhere came flooding back to his mind.
A woman is lying helplessly on the table.
Shoulders shaking miserably, a back soaked with sweat, legs spread apart weakly...
“Did that guy hang around here last night?”
Hardius had to think for a while to understand the meaning of the sudden question.
It means that the hands of the starter, Pip, were present until the food was served and the sheets were changed.
“No, Laura Dilson.”
For the first time, a blush appeared on Emilia's pale cheeks.
Hardius was once again overcome by a strange feeling. Unable to control his feelings, he had no choice but to squeak and push his chair away to get up.
“Every time you come here, that child will take care of you.”
Hardius put his hands in his pockets, and Emilia put down her fork for a moment.
“I don’t need it.”
“She’s so excited. She said it was her lifelong dream to be served by a beautiful young lady like a Princess. She really likes you.”
“If Laura or anyone else ever sees us together, I don’t know what I’d do. Like this.”
Emilia lifted the knife she was holding. The blade gleamed sharply, reflecting the sunlight.
Was it because he read the seriousness in the clenched hands? Only then did Hardius harden.
“...Why don’t you just do it with a gun? It’s much cleaner.”
“I like this better? I can keep stabbing it over and over again.”
Although she couldn't quite believe that she had said such a thing, Emilia began to ramble on like an unbridled calf.
“I read in a book that there were often cases where a lord who exercised the right of the first night was found dead. When I didn’t even know what the right of the first night was, I just assumed it was that way, but now I understand. It hurts that much. Like being stabbed with a knife, to the point of death.”
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Everything went as Hardius had wished.
Under the dimly lit lamp was Emilia, and it was none other than he who was undressing her.
As the clothes he had taken off piled on the floor like snake skins, her white face turned red like a flower, and his breathing became increasingly ragged.
Everything is satisfactory, except for one thing: those eyes that are as cold as an inanimate object.
“Do you want me to play with dolls?”
The eyes that had been downcast slowly turned to look at him. Contrary to her compliant attitude, her expression was filled with anger and resentment.
“I warn you, don’t ever call me out like this again. Do you think my family is stupid? They’ll know right away that something’s wrong. Just try it... If my family finds out... that I’m here like this...”
Her small body trembled with anger.
Hardius twisted one corner of his mouth upward and cupped her pale cheek with his hand.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure Grojean is reassuring your family by now. That means Meyer is really good at lying.”
Emilia was glaring at him, biting her lip as if she was going to bite it.
It might be because of the image of a Princess that had filled her head until just now.
To Hardius, even that sight seemed terribly beautiful. Like a goddess of blazing wrath.
“I will pay you back someday. You will regret... doing this to me.”
“Say that when I’m on top of you. It’ll make me even more excited.”
“Do people know? That the successor to the Meyer family a total crazy pervert?”
The lips that had been touching the nape of her neck slowly drew a curve. Emilia lost her senses as she realized that he was smiling.
The arm, gripped by rage, roughly pushed him away, but was caught helplessly in the man's grip again.
Hardius pushed her staggering body and threw her down on the bed.
The sight of her disheveled body on the rustling sheets aroused yet another sadistic desire. A bold hand flipped the woman's body over.
“Let’s try it backwards. I heard that’s really good.”
He is a man who often spouts vulgar and obscene language in an extremely calm tone.
A wet tongue slowly licked down her spine, which was stiff from shock. Emilia buried her face in the sheets and tried not to moan.
As it moves along the waist and pubic bone, and then lower and lower, the body becomes startled and blocks its entry.
“Did you forget? You made a deal with a crazy pervert.”
The man spread it open mercilessly and licked it without hesitation. Something flowed out and ran down his tongue, shaking the man's throat.
Emilia twisted her waist. She didn't even need to cover her mouth. It was clearly a painful pleasure that tightly covered her throat, preventing even a moan from coming out.
“...Do it quickly.”
Emilia pleaded again.
“Finish it, please!”
The moment the sharp sound echoed through the air, he had a woman. It was a rougher and more violent act than the first time. With each repetition of the forward and backward movement, the belt buckle poked and pricked her delicate flesh as if it were crushing it.
There was no time to check if she was hurt. Hardius struck her fiercely, pushing her senses to the limit.
At the moment of climax that had finally arrived, he had thrown away many things and defiled her, but this time again, it was he who ended up falling into the abyss.
In the quiet bedroom, thin moans and heavy breathing mixed together and echoed like an aftertaste.
Hardius expelled all the weak emotions boiling in his chest. He quickly picked up the woman who was out of her mind from shock and forcibly pushed her into the bathtub.
Gentle hands slowly washed her disheveled body. She, who had been stubbornly refusing, suddenly began to sag like a marionette whose strings had snapped.
The strength in her hunched legs relaxed, and the man's hand gently rubbed against the water.
It was not his intention at all, but Hardius could not stand the erotic contact again. The eager hands suddenly lifted the woman up, leaned her against the wall, and took her again.
The woman's wet body was pressed against the shirt, making an unholy, slapping noise.
The pleasure overwhelmed many things.
The discomfort caused by an abnormal posture, the anxiety that it might hurt, the conscience, the guilt...
Hardius swallowed the worst emotions, pouring the essence of pleasure once more onto her pure white thighs.
Tap, tap, the sound of water drops falling brought him back to his senses. Emilia, who was shaking slightly with her head turned away, seemed like she had become a real doll.
Hr wrapped a large towel around her cold body and hugged her as we headed to the terrace.
It was a dark, moonless night.
Countless stars are pouring down, the beautiful Milky Way, and even the occasional meteor streaking across the sky.
As he had wished, Hardius watched the stars with her and waited for his heart to calm down.
"Cold?"
That was all he could ask out loud. Emilia didn't answer and just closed her eyes tightly as if blocking out her emotions.
A long and short time passed.
The sound of insects flying in the night breeze is like beautiful music that soaks your ears, head, and heart. Early autumn nights are extremely peaceful and beautiful.
Emilia suddenly felt like crying.
Why is the world still so beautiful? Why is the man’s chest touching my back so warm...
How could this be? How could this be... after what happened just now...
It's so miserable that she can barely breathe, beyond self-loathing.
Emilia now knew what lust was.
It was exactly the same as the hard metal buckle that had been stabbing her thigh. She knew all too well how dangerous and futile uncontrolled greed and impulse were.
It will be over soon. It will burn her like a burning tree log until it is completely burned, and only ash will remain.
So, there is only one way left, which is to endure and persevere.
Until she was so tired that she collapsed on her own...
***
On a starry night, in the zelkova forest, Grojean was meeting Kalia. The goal was simple.
To make her family send her away without any suspicion, so that the owner can call the woman to the villa whenever he wants.
For those who walk the world like Meyer, nothing could be easier.
“You don’t have to worry about your son at all. Mitch Bern has no connection to the Squad and will not be questioned or punished for it.”
Kalia was speechless for a moment, her hand on her heart.
Grojean swallowed his boiling guilt as he watched her, who seemed ready to kneel down on the spot.
“I understand that Miss Bern often stays at Laura Dillson’s house and helps out on the farm. Our master respects Miss Bern’s will and passion for independence and has promised not to interfere or interfere in any way. He has also said that he will try to find a way for Miss Bern to have private lessons so that her talents in mathematics and accounting do not go to waste.”
Kalia let out a deep breath, as if she didn't know what to do with herself. Her head, which had folded her hands as if praying toward the sky, turned back to face Grojean, and tears welled up in her eyes.
“How could you do this... for people like us... How can I express my feelings... I can only be so grateful, so grateful.”
Kalia bowed her head once more, and Grojean felt a sense of precariousness.
All he could do to calm his mind was to speak quickly and without hesitation.
“If there is one thing I would like to ask you, it is that all of this be kept secret. It is not good to be involved in gossip before an engagement is broken off. I understand that the dirty word ‘government’ is already going around in Erndorf. I earnestly ask you to be careful of your words and actions for the sake of Miss Bern’s precious reputation.”
“That’s a given. Not only I, but Mitch too, will sew our mouths shut to keep this secret. How could we, who are the recipients of help, speak carelessly... I hope you tell the young master that I am so grateful that I don’t know where to put myself. How can I repay this favor...?”
Kalia's shoulders, which were constantly shaking her head, were trembling slightly.
What would happen if that kind, gentle woman found out where her daughter was, with whom, and what she was doing?
Grojean felt like cold sweat was running down his back.
“Just trust me and follow me. That’s all I ask.”
In the end, it's for those people, because if it weren't for her, they would have been out on the streets long ago.
Grojean had no choice but to think like that.
***
The next day, when she woke up, it was the smell of food that awakened Emilia's senses. She squinted her eyes and turned her head toward the smell.
The table is covered with a lot of food.
“...Aren’t you hungry?”
Her eyes wandered around the table and turned to the window. There stood Hardius Meyer, perfectly dressed, with his back to the window.
When they returned to the room from the terrace and lay down next to each other on the bed, he had already fallen asleep much earlier than she had.
He was sleeping so deeply that he wondered if he was dead. She pushed away his arms and legs that clung to her like thistles, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in the dim dawn.
But when does he wake up, prepare food like that, and act like nothing happened?
She slowly got up, looking at the ornate porcelain and delicious food.
Bright sunlight streamed deep into the room through the open shutters. It was a peaceful morning with birds chirping, but the room was filled with an indescribable tension.
Emilia, who had changed her clothes, sat down on the chair opposite him as if nothing had happened.
She had no mood to eat, but a strange impulse made Emilia pick up her fork.
She began to eat eagerly, as if she were very hungry. The sound of dishes clinking and metal rubbing continued for a long time.
“It’s delicious.”
Emilia muttered as if talking to herself on purpose. Unlike her, who was eating well, Hardius couldn't even swallow a sip of water.
Even after doing that last night, his body was still hot, and his head was full of wild thoughts.
Every time her perfect lips swallowed food, erotic images he had picked up somewhere came flooding back to his mind.
A woman is lying helplessly on the table.
Shoulders shaking miserably, a back soaked with sweat, legs spread apart weakly...
“Did that guy hang around here last night?”
Hardius had to think for a while to understand the meaning of the sudden question.
It means that the hands of the starter, Pip, were present until the food was served and the sheets were changed.
“No, Laura Dilson.”
For the first time, a blush appeared on Emilia's pale cheeks.
Hardius was once again overcome by a strange feeling. Unable to control his feelings, he had no choice but to squeak and push his chair away to get up.
“Every time you come here, that child will take care of you.”
Hardius put his hands in his pockets, and Emilia put down her fork for a moment.
“I don’t need it.”
“She’s so excited. She said it was her lifelong dream to be served by a beautiful young lady like a Princess. She really likes you.”
“If Laura or anyone else ever sees us together, I don’t know what I’d do. Like this.”
Emilia lifted the knife she was holding. The blade gleamed sharply, reflecting the sunlight.
Was it because he read the seriousness in the clenched hands? Only then did Hardius harden.
“...Why don’t you just do it with a gun? It’s much cleaner.”
“I like this better? I can keep stabbing it over and over again.”
Although she couldn't quite believe that she had said such a thing, Emilia began to ramble on like an unbridled calf.
“I read in a book that there were often cases where a lord who exercised the right of the first night was found dead. When I didn’t even know what the right of the first night was, I just assumed it was that way, but now I understand. It hurts that much. Like being stabbed with a knife, to the point of death.”
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