Chapter 62
Iscarion, indifferent to her resistance, slapped Rosen’s trembling bxttxcks sharply, forcing her to relax.
He slowly pushed the large, egg-shaped device into her, watching as it gradually opened. He left it halfway in for a while, observing the tautly stretched area.
The sight of the white, round object nestled between her pink folds made Rosen shiver with shame.
The “plug” was much larger and longer than a regular egg, but after multiple sessions since the previous night, her loosened opening managed to swallow the entire object. Rosen could neither stand up nor close her legs due to the overwhelming fullness inside her tight entrance. Any attempt to change position caused the device to rotate and rub against her sensitive inner walls, creating lewd vibrations.
In an embarrassing position, bent over the windowsill with her bxttxcks sticking out, Rosen panted as the white tip of the device peeked in and out of her half-open, flushed entrance. Iscarion lightly slapped her white, trembling bxttxcks as she struggled to endure the stimulation.
“Haaah!”
“Keep it in all afternoon. This will help you get pregnant faster.”
Iscarion carried the trembling Rosen to the bed, ensuring the device stayed inside by putting a thin pair of underwear on her.
Despite his rough handling earlier, he unconsciously patted her head when their eyes met, leaving her with mixed feelings. He placed her gently on the soft sheets and leaned in to kiss her when there was a knock at the door.
“Your Highness, are you inside?”
“What is it?”
Rosen froze at the unexpected knock on the bedroom door. She was naked with only her private parts covered by the thin underwear, and inside, she was filled with the strange device.
The voice belonged to one of Iscarion’s aides. As Iscarion’s time in the annex grew longer, his close aides often came here for urgent reports. Iscarion, displeased by the interruption, spoke sharply as he pulled away.
“Stay dressed.”
Rosen, her body still cooling from the window’s chill, had her lower half covered with a sheet by Iscarion before he left the room. He draped his jacket over her white, rounded shoulders.
“I won’t be long.”
While Iscarion listened to his aide’s report outside, Rosen gazed blankly out the window. Her hand brushed against something heavy in the jacket pocket—a large velvet box.
“……”
The door remained firmly closed. After glancing cautiously at the door, she finally opened the purple square case.
A ring…
Inside the soft satin-lined box was a dazzlingly beautiful gemstone. The pink diamond, flawless and transparent, sparkled brilliantly.
Rosen blinked at the sight, not knowing the number of carats but overwhelmed by the dazzling light.
She knew where this ring had come from. While Lutèce’s wealth could easily afford such a gem, this ring was different.
It was an heirloom passed down to the Grand Duchesses of Lutèce. She had seen it before in the room with the portraits of the previous Grand Duke and Grand Duchess, where the main stone, surrounded by smaller diamonds, sparkled like stars in the night sky.
Iscarion possessing the ring, newly set, meant he intended to give it to someone soon—implying an impending marriage.
She imagined him standing next to a noble, beautiful woman fit to be his Grand Duchess. It was a sight she had anticipated, knowing he would marry someone suitable while breaking off their engagement.
But she hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly.
As he held her captive and continued their intimate encounters, he had been preparing for his wedding. An inexplicable feeling of betrayal surged within Rosen.
His use of humiliating devices to impregnate her meant he intended to keep her as a mistress, even after marriage. Although he might move her to another place to avoid his wife’s eyes, he seemed quite fond of her body. A few illegitimate children without inheritance rights might not be a problem for his future wife.
Rosen, feeling utterly drained, collapsed onto the bed. She couldn’t even sit up. She didn’t want to think about his marriage or the device stimulating her insides anymore.
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Ka-chak—
“Rosen?”
Moments later, Iscarion entered the bedroom, but Rosen kept her eyes closed, feigning sleep. Physically and mentally exhausted however, she unintentionally slipped into slumber.
When she awoke, her body was clean, covered by a soft blanket, and the jacket with the ring box was gone.
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