The next day, and the day after that, as darkness fell on the mansion, Lucian Meyer came up to Ravielli's bedroom.
"...five."
Lucian counted to five and slowly withdrew his hand.
Ravielli, who had been holding her breath, finally let out a gust of hot air.
But still, the hand that was holding the bed still held tight.
Just as Ravielli, breathing evenly, tried to curl her thighs, Lucian placed a hand on Ravielli's knee and let out a dry voice.
“It’s not over yet.”
The languid power is immediately transmitted to Ravielli's knees.
Her legs spread wide, and she was once again left defenseless in front of the man.
Lucian held her knees with both hands and spoke to Ravielli.
“Are you sick?”
“...”
Ravielli did not answer.
For some reason, she didn't feel like raising her voice or having the desire to do so.
Then she turned her head slightly and looked at the man.
An expression with a gloomy air that is somehow inexplicable.
If I say I'm sick now, won't he tell me to stop?
After the first day, whenever it got dark outside, Ravielli's heart started pounding, and she had trouble breathing.
Because every night, showing off to a strange man was terrifying enough to kill her.
But Lucian, as if he had no regard for Ravielli's feelings, kept his word as if Theano were watching from the side.
Of course, nothing more happened than applying medicine to the withered body.
Lucian, on the bed, was more polite than expected, and he didn't give Ravielli the furtive glances she feared, nor did he joke around as usual.
He didn't even try to explore Ravielli, who might have been defenseless.
“Are you okay?”
Lucian asked another weighty question.
While Ravielli hesitated, Lucian was holding the brown bottle and turning the cap again.
If I answer differently than usual, won't something change?
Lucian is different from Theano. With a little thought, perhaps he can stop this shameful behavior.
Ravielli hesitated for a moment, then, without realizing it, let out a voice like a withered rose.
“...It hurts.”
Ravielli's thin voice turned to Lucian.
But as he tried to put his finger into the open vial, Ravielli put a little more force into her voice.
“It hurts. A lot.”
This time, even Lucian Meyer had no choice but to hesitate.
In fact, Lucian didn't know what exactly Ravielli's illness was.
'There's nothing more important to a woman than having a child. Just in case... I called the midwife to check recently, and she said that the child is unable to have children due to an obstetric condition.'
But even he, a doctor, had never heard of a prescription like this.
He wanted to ask more details and know more, but Lucian Meyer kept his mouth shut.
He was a man who knew exactly when to speak and when to be silent.
“I want to stop.”
It was a false voice, but the end of the voice trembled, and it ended up sounding like a sob.
Of course, she wanted to stop. The act was horrific and hopeless. But it wasn't painful enough to make jer burst into tears.
But she tilted her head to one side, thinking it was fortunate that the end of her voice was trembling.
"Please..."
Ravielli again spoke in a thin voice and put strength into his knees.
It would be nice if a tear could fall from her eye at this point, but Ravielli had no talent for acting.
Instead, slowly, little by little, she tried to bring her thighs inward without Lucian noticing.
“It’s natural to be in pain.”
Lucian, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed Ravielli's calf.
“How could a mature woman not know... Are you asking for help?”
Ravielli did not fully understand Lucian's words.
She barely managed to lift her eyes, filled with sorrow, and look up at him, hoping that this terrible treatment would end.
“It’s not like there’s no way at all.”
“What is that...”
Before Ravielli could finish speaking, Lucian suddenly thrust his head between her legs and came close to her face.
“!”
"It's natural to feel pain. You're putting your hand in when you're not ready."
“...”
Lucian muttered in a low voice.
"It hurts because you weren't prepared at all. If you want, there's another way."
As she was still hesitating, not knowing what to say, Lucian's face came closer.
Her breath, heated by tension, seemed to reach the tip of his nose. No, she could already feel each other's breath.
A subtle distance where their lips seem about to touch at any moment.
As Ravielli closed her eyes tightly, Lucian's soft voice tickled her eyelashes.
“Relax. Your body is so stiff, it’s bound to hurt.”
Then he began to slowly caress Ravielli's shoulders with both hands.
The man's body temperature felt hot against her skin. Something hot and uncomfortable gently caressed her shoulder, then began to stroke her forearm, her dry, wood-like arm.
“What are you doing now...!”
"Shhh."
Then he slowly swept Ravielli's arm away.
Her body flinched at the ticklish sensation, but she couldn't easily resist because she felt like her face would touch Lucian's lips the moment she moved.
“Your body is so stiff.”
“...”
“Imagine your body slowly sinking into the water.”
A wet voice envelops Ravielli's body.
“No, don’t hold your breath. One, two...”
Lucian stroked Ravielli with a languid yet firm hand, as if he were a hypnotist.
His touch was unfamiliar and uncomfortable, and she wanted to get up and run away right away.
But contrary to her heart, isn't Rabieli's body slowly loosening up?
“Yes, now this is a really important moment.”
With that, Lucian placed his lips on Ravielli's collarbone.
When something hot and smooth touched her cold skin, Ravielli turned her head in surprise.
“E, right now you...!”
But a small rebellion was not enough to stop Lucian.
“Didn’t you learn that before you came here? The duties and responsibilities of a woman.”
Lucian whispered, lifting his lips and kissing her just below her collarbone.
“If you know, just stay quiet. It’s something you have to do anyway.”
“S-Stop it...!”
Ravielli, biting her lip, tried to turn her body away.
She was afraid that the subtlety would come down further.
She was afraid that Lucian's languid breath would sneak through the thin slip.
'Please, please stop.'
But contrary to Ravielli's worries, Lucian slowly raised his head and sat up.
Lucian's cheeks, which she met again, seemed redder than usual, but his face was clearly not excited.
It was Ravielli who was enveloped in the hot air.
The moment she tried to calm her breathing, which had become rougher than before, Lucian's fingers entered again.
Perhaps because of the heat left by Lucian's lips, Ravielli was actually less surprised than at first.
Just as he said, her whole body felt sluggish, and then it felt like her body was loosening up.
Of course, there was still some tension, but it wasn't so tense that it became stiff.
At this moment, it was Lucian who was rather flustered.
'What happened?'
Lucian knew the woman's sexuality well.
The inner arm, the path from the collarbone to the full chest, the white, straight neck...
It wasn't direct, but she thought it was enough of a stimulus.
A woman doesn't get excited just by being caressed without any emotion.
If it were that simple, everything would have been easy.
If that were the case, history would have flowed very monotonously.
The emotion of the moment is more important than the intensity of the caress. There were times when a simple touch was enough.
He thought this was exactly the situation.
Ravielli's vagina was still narrow and dry.
Lucian looked down at Ravielli, putting his finger in and then pulling it out.
Clearly, a flush of excitement had formed on her cheeks, which had not yet faded.
Her insides were telling a completely different story than her expression.
Ravielli Lewin was not at all excited by his touch.
An unprecedented sense of urgency began to emerge.
Lucian glanced between her spread legs. Then he pressed his lips to her round knee.
When he felt strength building in Ravielli's legs, his head very slowly touched her thigh, a little further in.
It was a simple movement, but the touch was incredibly delicate. It felt as if his lips would touch her vagina at any moment. Ravielli couldn't tell if the emotion she was feeling was a burning sensation or something else entirely.
The only clear thing was that her breathing was becoming unbearable.
But Lucian only circled around her vagina. His lips, which had been soft, began to touch her inner thigh, as a round finger began to stroke it.
“It’ll get a little better now.”
With those words, Lucian thrust his oiled finger into Ravielli. But this time, Ravielli showed no reaction.
“It’s finished. Thank you for your hard work.”
Lucian got up from the bed without showing any sign of embarrassment and spoke in a moderately soft voice.
“Rest, Ravielli.”
"...five."
Lucian counted to five and slowly withdrew his hand.
Ravielli, who had been holding her breath, finally let out a gust of hot air.
But still, the hand that was holding the bed still held tight.
Just as Ravielli, breathing evenly, tried to curl her thighs, Lucian placed a hand on Ravielli's knee and let out a dry voice.
“It’s not over yet.”
The languid power is immediately transmitted to Ravielli's knees.
Her legs spread wide, and she was once again left defenseless in front of the man.
Lucian held her knees with both hands and spoke to Ravielli.
“Are you sick?”
“...”
Ravielli did not answer.
For some reason, she didn't feel like raising her voice or having the desire to do so.
Then she turned her head slightly and looked at the man.
An expression with a gloomy air that is somehow inexplicable.
If I say I'm sick now, won't he tell me to stop?
After the first day, whenever it got dark outside, Ravielli's heart started pounding, and she had trouble breathing.
Because every night, showing off to a strange man was terrifying enough to kill her.
But Lucian, as if he had no regard for Ravielli's feelings, kept his word as if Theano were watching from the side.
Of course, nothing more happened than applying medicine to the withered body.
Lucian, on the bed, was more polite than expected, and he didn't give Ravielli the furtive glances she feared, nor did he joke around as usual.
He didn't even try to explore Ravielli, who might have been defenseless.
“Are you okay?”
Lucian asked another weighty question.
While Ravielli hesitated, Lucian was holding the brown bottle and turning the cap again.
If I answer differently than usual, won't something change?
Lucian is different from Theano. With a little thought, perhaps he can stop this shameful behavior.
Ravielli hesitated for a moment, then, without realizing it, let out a voice like a withered rose.
“...It hurts.”
Ravielli's thin voice turned to Lucian.
But as he tried to put his finger into the open vial, Ravielli put a little more force into her voice.
“It hurts. A lot.”
This time, even Lucian Meyer had no choice but to hesitate.
In fact, Lucian didn't know what exactly Ravielli's illness was.
'There's nothing more important to a woman than having a child. Just in case... I called the midwife to check recently, and she said that the child is unable to have children due to an obstetric condition.'
But even he, a doctor, had never heard of a prescription like this.
He wanted to ask more details and know more, but Lucian Meyer kept his mouth shut.
He was a man who knew exactly when to speak and when to be silent.
“I want to stop.”
It was a false voice, but the end of the voice trembled, and it ended up sounding like a sob.
Of course, she wanted to stop. The act was horrific and hopeless. But it wasn't painful enough to make jer burst into tears.
But she tilted her head to one side, thinking it was fortunate that the end of her voice was trembling.
"Please..."
Ravielli again spoke in a thin voice and put strength into his knees.
Did the lie work?
Instead, slowly, little by little, she tried to bring her thighs inward without Lucian noticing.
“It’s natural to be in pain.”
Lucian, without the slightest hesitation, grabbed Ravielli's calf.
“How could a mature woman not know... Are you asking for help?”
Ravielli did not fully understand Lucian's words.
She barely managed to lift her eyes, filled with sorrow, and look up at him, hoping that this terrible treatment would end.
“It’s not like there’s no way at all.”
“What is that...”
Before Ravielli could finish speaking, Lucian suddenly thrust his head between her legs and came close to her face.
“!”
"It's natural to feel pain. You're putting your hand in when you're not ready."
“...”
Lucian muttered in a low voice.
"It hurts because you weren't prepared at all. If you want, there's another way."
As she was still hesitating, not knowing what to say, Lucian's face came closer.
Her breath, heated by tension, seemed to reach the tip of his nose. No, she could already feel each other's breath.
A subtle distance where their lips seem about to touch at any moment.
As Ravielli closed her eyes tightly, Lucian's soft voice tickled her eyelashes.
“Relax. Your body is so stiff, it’s bound to hurt.”
Then he began to slowly caress Ravielli's shoulders with both hands.
The man's body temperature felt hot against her skin. Something hot and uncomfortable gently caressed her shoulder, then began to stroke her forearm, her dry, wood-like arm.
“What are you doing now...!”
"Shhh."
Then he slowly swept Ravielli's arm away.
Her body flinched at the ticklish sensation, but she couldn't easily resist because she felt like her face would touch Lucian's lips the moment she moved.
“Your body is so stiff.”
“...”
“Imagine your body slowly sinking into the water.”
A wet voice envelops Ravielli's body.
“No, don’t hold your breath. One, two...”
Lucian stroked Ravielli with a languid yet firm hand, as if he were a hypnotist.
His touch was unfamiliar and uncomfortable, and she wanted to get up and run away right away.
But contrary to her heart, isn't Rabieli's body slowly loosening up?
“Yes, now this is a really important moment.”
With that, Lucian placed his lips on Ravielli's collarbone.
When something hot and smooth touched her cold skin, Ravielli turned her head in surprise.
“E, right now you...!”
But a small rebellion was not enough to stop Lucian.
“Didn’t you learn that before you came here? The duties and responsibilities of a woman.”
Lucian whispered, lifting his lips and kissing her just below her collarbone.
“If you know, just stay quiet. It’s something you have to do anyway.”
“S-Stop it...!”
Ravielli, biting her lip, tried to turn her body away.
She was afraid that the subtlety would come down further.
She was afraid that Lucian's languid breath would sneak through the thin slip.
'Please, please stop.'
But contrary to Ravielli's worries, Lucian slowly raised his head and sat up.
Lucian's cheeks, which she met again, seemed redder than usual, but his face was clearly not excited.
It was Ravielli who was enveloped in the hot air.
The moment she tried to calm her breathing, which had become rougher than before, Lucian's fingers entered again.
Perhaps because of the heat left by Lucian's lips, Ravielli was actually less surprised than at first.
Just as he said, her whole body felt sluggish, and then it felt like her body was loosening up.
Of course, there was still some tension, but it wasn't so tense that it became stiff.
At this moment, it was Lucian who was rather flustered.
'What happened?'
Lucian knew the woman's sexuality well.
The inner arm, the path from the collarbone to the full chest, the white, straight neck...
It wasn't direct, but she thought it was enough of a stimulus.
A woman doesn't get excited just by being caressed without any emotion.
If it were that simple, everything would have been easy.
If that were the case, history would have flowed very monotonously.
The emotion of the moment is more important than the intensity of the caress. There were times when a simple touch was enough.
He thought this was exactly the situation.
Ravielli's vagina was still narrow and dry.
Lucian looked down at Ravielli, putting his finger in and then pulling it out.
Clearly, a flush of excitement had formed on her cheeks, which had not yet faded.
Her insides were telling a completely different story than her expression.
Ravielli Lewin was not at all excited by his touch.
An unprecedented sense of urgency began to emerge.
Lucian glanced between her spread legs. Then he pressed his lips to her round knee.
When he felt strength building in Ravielli's legs, his head very slowly touched her thigh, a little further in.
It was a simple movement, but the touch was incredibly delicate. It felt as if his lips would touch her vagina at any moment. Ravielli couldn't tell if the emotion she was feeling was a burning sensation or something else entirely.
The only clear thing was that her breathing was becoming unbearable.
But Lucian only circled around her vagina. His lips, which had been soft, began to touch her inner thigh, as a round finger began to stroke it.
“It’ll get a little better now.”
With those words, Lucian thrust his oiled finger into Ravielli. But this time, Ravielli showed no reaction.
“It’s finished. Thank you for your hard work.”
Lucian got up from the bed without showing any sign of embarrassment and spoke in a moderately soft voice.
“Rest, Ravielli.”
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