Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 63

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His limbs trembled with unceasing anxiety. His mind, which had already learned Fiona, could not return to its former state. Ah, had the hope of salvation now vanished forever? No, he did not even hope for salvation. He simply wished to see Fiona, his wife etched into his instinct before reason.

Caligo had been reborn through her. Every element composing his consciousness was bound to Fiona.

She was the creator who had gathered the fragments of his shattered remains and reshaped them into the being called Caligo.

That woman had vanished. With his soul on the verge of dissolution once more, he cried out. Into the void of only darkness, he shouted the one syllable he could utter—her name—countless times.

The day this imprisonment, which had felt like eternity, finally ended, the one who came to him was unexpectedly not Fiona, but the man called Jayden.

For some reason, all that returned was furious lashing, but physical pain had no effect on him.

If he endured this hardship, could he regain her? If not, he would end this wretched waiting and seek out his wife himself. It was the first act of volition born in a very long time.

“Now then, we must prepare you to meet Fiona again.”

The man, having wielded violence to his satisfaction, let slip words about Fiona as if granting a favour. At those words, every nerve in Caligo’s body stood on end.

“I thought I might have been too harsh. Not even teaching basic manners to the beast that copulates with my dear sister. No wonder the girl turned out so twisted.”

Sister.

A word he did not know.

The displeasure and wariness he had felt once before sensitised him further.

He hated that this man was connected to Fiona. Instinctive warnings rang through his mind, and his system of consciousness refined itself another layer.

Jayden left the stone chamber and returned after a time with some woman. It was not Fiona. His keen senses told him so.

Caligo could not know it, but the woman was a maid from the Troyes County estate.

The maid, whose name Jayden did not even ask, had in fact felt a flutter of excitement when summoned by the young master.

For it seemed the tales of common girls catching a noble’s eye and bettering their lot might become her own story. Though she witnessed Fiona, the very opposite outcome, right before her eyes, foolishness clouded her vision.

But when Jayden led her toward the dark underground chamber, fear began to creep in.

And the moment she confronted the beast lurking in the darkness, she felt she might suffocate from terror beyond measure.

Yet the cruel grip of the young master she admired did not release her; instead, it pushed her into even greater ordeal.

“Watch closely. This is how one handles a woman.”

Jayden, having uttered this toward the beast, made the trembling woman grip the iron pillar. When he then seized her hips and approached from behind, the maid cried out in terror and wept.

But Jayden paid her no mind. With cold eyes, he pressed himself against her b******s and grabbed hold of her long hair.

“As you see, for a woman, intercourse is not a particularly enjoyable experience.”

Thick layers of clothing separated Jayden’s body from the maid’s, so he did not actually violate her. Yet with her neck twisted by his grip on her hair, her body shaken in steady rhythm, she felt as violated as if he truly had.

Watching Jayden’s crude thrusting, which mimicked actual congress, Caligo finally understood what he was imitating. Was the intimate and tender act he had shared with Fiona truly this sordid?

“In truth, from a woman’s perspective, this is merely painful. Observe beasts coupling. The females are always in distress.”

His voice, broken by the effort of thrusting, seeped into Caligo’s dull mind like viscous tar.

“You have done it, so you know, do you not? How small and fragile a woman is. What do you think happens when you keep thrusting that crude, oversized body of yours into such a form?”

He was not yet capable of thought sufficient to discern truth from falsehood. To him, Jayden’s words came as considerable shock.

“Naturally, it hurts. So you must not touch or probe here and there. Because women are weak.”