Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 134

What was so urgent that he would act out of character? Why has he been going astray lately?

When she thought about it, the starting point seemed to be when he had a secret scratch on his lips just before the engagement ceremony.

This was all that woman’s fault. The lewd girl had somehow changed Duke Krygen, who had previously been without a single blemish…

“Oh.”

At that moment, a deep sense of unease gradually enveloped Isabella.

The usually composed Duke Krygen was unusually infatuated with his name master. Macy had hurriedly boarded the carriage. Duke Krygen had awakened his name last winter.

Recently, it was said that Macy had undergone treatment and had healed. They had known each other even before Isabella had come into the picture. The strange sense of alienation Isabella felt when the three were together came flooding back.

Decisively, the last time the Duke had visited the Count’s townhouse to model, the two had disappeared. After a brief rest, he claimed he had urgent business to attend to, and Macy had seemed strangely restless. And then, there had been that suspicious scratch on the Duke’s lips.

The puzzle pieces that had been scattered and messy began to fit together.

“Hahaha!”

Suddenly, Isabella, who had been slumped like a corpse, burst into laughter.

“Hahaha!!”

She laughed so hard that it could have raised the ceiling of the Duke’s estate. It dawned on her that she had been missing the obvious all along. She had never imagined that his name master would so boldly reveal herself before Isabella.

Macy was Duke Krygen’s name master.

Never in her wildest dreams had she considered that the name master would paint the engagement portrait.

‘But why is the name different?’

Isabella had heard from the ladies that Macy’s name master was named ‘Eren Wood.’ This fact, along with the timing of Macy’s treatment and the Duke’s awakening, had made it difficult to connect the dots. Isabella found herself back in a maze. Everything else pointed to Duke Krygen’s name master being Macy, but that one detail didn’t align.

‘In fact, the name you recognize upon awakening is the one you associate with yourself, so if you were called something different as a child, it could be different…’

But did Duke Krygen have a reason to be called that? No matter how much she thought about it, nothing came to mind.

The name ‘Eren Wood’ seemed unrelated to ‘Rubens Krygen,’ not even a diminutive or nickname. But that wasn’t the most important issue right now.

The butler, who had been watching Isabella with a worried expression, quietly asked,

“Miss, is something wrong…?”

“Fred. Would you like to come in between my legs and suck my p***y?”

“Yes…?”

Fred’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden vulgar command.

“I said suck my p***y. Hurry up. Suck it until you’re dizzy. Fred, you’re good at sucking women.”

“Miss… This is Duke Krygen’s estate. I understand you’re distressed, but please calm down.”

“Are you treating me like a madwoman?”

“Of course not! How could I ever think that of you!”

“Then stop talking and just suck me.”

Isabella’s glare sharpened. She felt more rational than ever. Her mind was so clear it felt as if it had frozen over.

“Do I look like I’m in a good mood?”

“Y-yes… I understand.”

Bowing his head, Fred slipped between Isabella’s legs. His warm flesh began to lick at her flesh.

This was Duke Krygen’s estate. Guests from the engagement banquet were still staying in the guest rooms, and the master of the mansion was absent. Since Isabella and the Duke had disappeared together during the banquet, most assumed they were spending the night together, but those with quicker ears likely knew that Macy and the Duke had slipped away last night.

Moreover, the Duke probably wouldn’t come today either, especially since his name master had appeared looking so beautifully adorned.

This was the first time in her life she had faced such humiliation. Even falling into a cesspool wouldn’t feel this degrading. The very fact that she was being toyed with made her nauseous.

Whether he was ‘Eren Wood’ or ‘Rubens Krygen,’ she could not simply endure this deception under the name of the Werfel family.

“Ugh, yes! Harder! Ahh!”

Fred, like a well-trained pup, licked her thoroughly. The sensation of his suction made her head spin. In truth, Fred was more of a toy to satisfy Isabella’s desires than a genuine lover, but she didn’t care.

She and the Duke would act as if they were in agreement, as if they had promised not to interfere in each other’s private lives. He had escaped during the engagement banquet, holding his mistress, while Isabella embraced her own lover within the Duke’s estate.

She would respond to deception with deception.

“I’m cumming—! Ugh!!”