Chapter 7
The duke, who had been moments away from spreading her open with his fingers, loosened his grip and feigned magnanimity.
“It seems my wife is right.”
“Hngh…”
“Indeed, I cannot very well expose my wife’s naked body to the man who would be her son.”
Having already laid bare everything down to her most private parts, he had the nerve to say this. He dragged his index finger over her damp folds, then licked his dark lips with greedy relish before glancing toward the doorway and dismissing his son.
“I shall ascertain the truth myself, so you may leave—hmm?”
But the command never finished.
Because his son’s retainer had crept up behind him and seized his throat.
As Duke Brandt, caught off guard, choked and gasped for air, the slightly open door clicked shut.
Franz, having ensured the sound wouldn’t carry, strode to the bedside. He looked down at his father, pinned and drooling, and spoke calmly.
“When a trusted subordinate brings useful information, should you not share in the benefit of that intelligence, Father?”
“You… bastard…!”
“I’m terribly curious myself, you see. Whether my stepmother is still a maiden.”
With a cold gaze, he looked down at his father, whose spittle was beginning to foam. Then he turned his head. He glanced at Brunhilde, her legs splayed like a collapsed ruin, and smirked. Then he whispered, low enough that his father couldn’t hear.
“Not that there’s any need to check, really.”
“Y-you…”
“I still remember the feel of the princess’s flesh wrapped around my c**k.”
The man spoke with a perfectly composed expression, then reached out. He rubbed her damp mound and leaned down close.
“How does it feel, Your Highness, the noble princess of Shelburg, to have the man who took you appear before you as your new stepson?”
“Why… why would you…?”
“Well, at least the princess’s c**t seems to welcome me. Doesn’t it?”
He ran his middle finger down her sealed entrance, then lifted her leg high. Bracing it against his waist, he pushed her fully onto the bed. Then he settled her lower body between his thighs and turned to face his father—still choking in his retainer’s grip.
“Father, I shall now determine whether my stepmother is a maiden. With my own hand. Let me show you.”
“Kkh…!”
“Surely a lecher like you will find it quite entertaining—watching your wife taken beneath your son.”
3. A Time of Depravity
Franz gave a nod, and the retainer hoisted his father to a better vantage point.
After binding Duke Brandt tightly and gagging him, the retainer hoisted the restrained body and knelt him on the smaller bed nearby—like luggage. Brandt knelt naked, bound, his bloodshot eyes fixed on them. With a leisurely victor’s smile, Franz gripped her thighs and spread them.
Brunhilde twisted her hips, trying to resist the humiliating exposure. But she was a weak woman—she couldn’t even overcome the old duke, let alone a vigorous young man.
He rubbed her mound with his fingertips as if savoring it. Then, just as his father had done, he hooked two fingers into her slightly parted entrance and turned her folds inside out.
The touch of cool air on her inner flesh was so shameful her eyes kept welling up. Cursing her fate, she tried desperately to press her thighs together.
“Hmm…”
Franz hummed lazily, tapping her clamshell-soft flesh. He seemed to enjoy how her thighs quivered each time.
“It’s hard to tell just by looking, Father.”
“Hnngh—please, let me go…!”
“I suppose I’ll have to insert something to find out for sure.”
The thick finger that had been tapping at her parted entrance pressed inward.
The flat underside of his long index finger sank halfway into her sticky, wet flesh. Brunhilde clamped down reflexively.
Instead of thrusting deep, he pressed long and shallow, gradually pushing further.
She could feel her clinging flesh slowly swallowing his finger—like dough being worked. Shameful and lewd. The moment she tensed her entrance in reflex, a clear spurt gushed from deep inside.
He rubbed his finger against her suddenly slickened s*x.
“Spilling such fluid before I’ve even thrust deep. My stepmother has such a demure face, yet such a lewd c**t.”
“Haah… please…”
“Come to think of it, you’ve left your golden orb behind. Is that the instrument you use to pleasure your lewd hole?”
His voice was thick with mockery as he asked whether she no longer needed the orb, now that she had a man to fill her. Just as she was about to protest the sticky, clinging insult, the tip of his rigid index finger jabbed at her swollen c**t.
He pressed down on her flinching thigh and twisted his fingertip. The princess’s eyes crumpled as if she might weep.
“Haah…!”
At her helpless moan, Franz lowered his head and whispered:
“Are you sure you want to keep making such lewd sounds, Princess? Hmm?”
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