Chapter 50
Feeling his long fingers probing her deepest, most sensitive area, Rosen, filled with shame, pleaded once more to be taken inside.
But instead of granting her desperate plea, he twisted his hand inside her, violently stirring against the upper wall of her s-x. He even meticulously rubbed the perineum near her anxs, one of her most sensitive areas. Rosen, unable to withstand the explicit stimulation, shamefully climaxed on his shoulder.
As the mingling scent of her intimate, musky aroma from her overflowing entrance and the fresh rose fragrance created a peculiar harmony, Rosen, utterly exhausted, couldn’t lift her face.
However, she could clearly feel the humiliating sensation of her hole involuntarily clenching and releasing her arousal.
“…Shall we go inside?”
He had intended to punish her further, but the occasional breeze in the garden was somewhat cool. If the wet areas dried and she caught a cold, it would be troublesome. Still holding Rosen, Iscarion slowly walked back into the building.
Drip, drip.
The sticky, viscous fluids trickled down her pale thighs, leaving drops on the floor in his path.
“Hm.”
Iscarion looked down diagonally, observing the lewd scene, and commented.
“Rosen, do you remember the fairy tales I used to read to you? About the siblings who left pebbles to find their way home in the forest?”
“Nnngh, ha…”
“With you, there’s no worry of getting lost. You leave a trail of your pxssy’s juices wherever you go.”
The shameful metaphor, recalling the fairy tales he read as a gentle guardian, left Rosen speechless, her face reddening as she let out a pained moan.
Her nether regions were wetter than usual, soaking her pubic hair and g***n. Even biting her lips hard couldn’t stop the lewd sounds from escaping.
Despite the accusation of having a promiscuous body, she couldn’t deny that she was more aroused than usual. Deep down, she vaguely understood the reason.
“Call that boy’s name one more time and see what happens.”
Turning her shoulder roughly when he saw her with Joshua, his icy blue eyes, usually filled with the indifference of a man who had everything, momentarily flared with intense rage. Simply because she wore clothes given by another man and called out someone else’s name…
He had kept a façade of administering rightful punishment while imprisoning Rosen in the annex and subjecting her to lewd lessons. Rosen herself viewed their relationship as a form of punishment.
But when he lost his composure and showed pure possessiveness towards her, Rosen’s heart trembled deeply.
Though the blows he dealt were painful and harsh, making her cry as her lower half was bared and spanked, she sensed a kind tenderness in his otherwise severe actions. It might have been an unconscious act, but as soon as the harsh punishment ended, he naturally began soothing her wounds. This gentle touch felt sweet and comforting.
In the past, their relationship had always been calm and ideal, yet it left her feeling unfulfilled. What Rosen unconsciously longed for was Iscarion’s genuine desire for her as a woman, not just a child he needed to protect. The long-held love she couldn’t let go of ignited her body, just as his spanking did. Her inner walls burned from his touch, as did other places.
However, Rosen hadn’t fully accepted this yet. She attributed the shivering excitement coursing through her body to the shame of being violated outdoors and the fear of being seen. Her common sense and lingering rationality reassured her that it was impossible to get aroused from being forcibly taken in a public place.
“Why don’t you call out for that boy again, like before?”
Iscarion wiped the obscene fluid off his hand onto Rosen’s bxttxcks. The sensation of his fingers wetting her inner flesh to the point of drenching his sleeve somewhat calmed his anger. As his hand plunged into her dripping entrance again, Rosen’s high-pitched moans echoed, making him chuckle darkly.
“If he comes back, I’ll break his neck and gouge his eyes out.”
“Ah, ugh, ha…”
“I didn’t realize you had a thing for boys like him. What’s his name again?”
“Y…You mean… Joshua?”
He was now rolling her clxxxris with his wet fingertips. Rosen, trying to endure the forced pleasure by biting down on the soft flesh inside her lips, only realized belatedly that he was talking about Joshua.
“Brother Iscar! He did nothing wrong. Just leave him alone!”
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