Chapter 49
“Please, ah, ugh, let’s go inside…”
Ignoring her shame-filled plea, Iscarion’s long fingers brushed against the burning flesh of her bare bxttxcks. As his hand, which had been gently caressing the swollen area, slid between her bxttxcks and delved into her crotch, a surge of heat coursed through Rosen.
Perhaps due to the cool morning air, his fingers felt somewhat cold. The now familiar, firm fingertips spread her pale thighs from behind and rubbed the neatly trimmed pubic hair on either side of her petals. As Rosen tried to evade his touch by lifting her hips, her soft folds were pinched hard. She let out a thin moan as his thick fingers invaded her intimate hole.
“Mnngh, ah, Brother, please… inside…”
“…”
Iscarion, savoring the pleasant sensation of her wet flesh clenching around his fingers, glanced sideways at Rosen’s desperate plea. Lying face down on his shoulder, he could see her small, reddened earlobe. Her round bxttxcks were even redder, looking like ripe apples.
He felt slightly less angry than before. While Rosen seemed very anxious about someone seeing her in this state, he had already ordered that no one come near the annex. Thus, this lovely sight was for his eyes only. Unaware of this, her small voice was filled with shame, pain, and fear that someone else might see her embarrassing state.
At the same time, Iscarion sensed a faint trace of excitement in her trembling voice.
…The lessons had paid off.
Rosen was quite capable in many areas, but s-xually, she was very innocent. Although he had overseen her general upbringing and discipline, he had not specifically taught her about s-x. Until she learned from him, the teachings from the temple and gossip among her peers seemed sufficient. He had thought that, as his future wife, she needed to mature more before dealing with such matters and didn’t want her harboring unnecessary curiosity.
A pure, untouched cloth is easy to stain. Under his ‘bridal lessons’, her delicate body had become extremely sensitive. The physical and instinctual union between man and woman, along with the pleasure, joy, and ecstasy it brought… Even if it was forced, the intense pleasure she first experienced during her blossoming years must have been unforgettable.
A person’s preferences are greatly influenced by their first experiences, which always leave the strongest impressions. The shame of being stripped naked and feeling such intense pleasure under the mirror during their first time, the fear and humiliation of being violated by someone she was about to break off an engagement with—Rosen’s experiences were all intertwined with extreme pleasure. Confined against her will and subjected to excessive pleasure daily, her innocent body would have found it difficult to distinguish between them.
The fact that Rosen had been conditioned to respond to his touch under any circumstances was a gratifying success. However, despite achieving his goal, he felt an unavoidable bitterness. Her body was perfectly tamed, but he couldn’t fully capture her heart.
Moreover, she had deceived him by pretending to be compliant while planning her escape, even getting help from that young knight.
The betrayal cut deep, leaving a pang of pain in his chest.
Despite the crushing pain in his heart, seeing Rosen quietly submitting to his touch on his shoulder was not unpleasant.
Iscarion pressed his thumb and forefinger together, repeatedly spreading and closing Rosen’s folds, making embarrassing wet sounds. After plunging three fingers into her and stirring her inner walls, he withdrew them, and a clear stream of arousal fluid flowed out.
He exposed her sensitive, heated hole to the cold air by fully spreading her folds. Intentionally uncovering her clxxxris, he pressed it hard between his fingers, eliciting a high-pitched moan like a kitten.
“Now you’re getting wet even when spanked?”
“Ah, please…”
“I don’t remember raising you to be this lewd. How did you turn out this way?”
“Ah, nngh, brother, please, let’s—haah!—let’s go inside…”
“Dripping like this, where did you think you were going?”
“Brother, I was wrong, ah! Please, stop…”
As dawn broke and the faint sunlight illuminated the rose garden entrance, it was already a time when the diligent servants would have started their day.
Yet Rosen remained there, her lower half exposed, with Iscarion relentlessly teasing her most vulnerable spot.
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