Portrait of An Arrogant Master - Chapter 167

So, did Rubens push Macy Horton into becoming his mistress?

It was something she simply couldn’t understand. For a commoner like her to refuse the head of the Duke’s family? The thought of Rubens forcing a woman he disliked into marriage? It was completely incomprehensible to Ottilie, both from her beliefs and her understanding of Rubens.

But Benedict didn’t seem like he was lying… He had no reason to fabricate such a story.

“Well, I suppose that’s a good thing. That means Miss Horton doesn’t want to be the Duke’s mistress, after all?”

Ottilie, momentarily caught off guard, managed to brighten her expression and speak.

“Yes, that’s true…”

“Then does that mean Miss Horton has feelings for you, Your Highness?”

“…I’m not sure about that.”

He kissed her, yet he wasn’t sure? If Macy liked Benedict, things would have been easier, but even if she didn’t, it didn’t change Ottilie’s plans.

“Does Your Highness really want Macy Horton?”

“Yes, I do, but even if I want her, what difference will it make…”

Benedict seemed defeated, completely drained of confidence.

Yes, even though he was a prince, he could never compare to Duke Krygen in Obelit. Macy, even if she didn’t like Rubens, would still find it difficult to reject him. If Rubens truly wanted something, ending Macy’s career as a painter would be as easy as crushing an ant with a finger.

Therefore, to separate them, Macy’s feelings didn’t matter. What mattered was getting Rubens to change his mind.

“Just say you want her. Then I’ll show you how to make her yours.”

“Make her mine?”

“Yes.”

If Rubens changed his mind and discarded Macy, Benedict would be able to have her.

To Ottilie, Benedict was like a cute nephew, but she didn’t love him as deeply as her direct family, so her indifference to whether he married a commoner or was seduced by women was clear.

“But I can’t approach Miss Horton myself. If I do, she’ll become suspicious. You’ll have to help me, Your Highness.”

Benedict’s once vacant eyes slowly started to gleam with interest.

“If I can have Macy, I’ll do whatever it takes. Please tell me how.”

His eyes, wounded from lost love, now glimmered with twisted obsession. Benedict straightened his posture and spoke with determination.

Ottilie’s lips curved into a satisfied smile.

“Very well, Your Highness. You must listen carefully to what I say from now on.”

“Yes!”

Ottilie, born noble and raised without any lacking, had always been gentle by nature. However, she, too, was from the Ciseina royal family, where power struggles were inevitable.

She wouldn’t hesitate to fight when necessary. Just like she had with her husband, and with her son, Marcus Krygen.

As the Madam of the Krygen family, she couldn’t allow any stain on its reputation.

* * *

The old wooden door creaked. As soon as he entered the cabin’s bedroom, Rubens lifted Macy’s skirt and began to press forward.

“Stop, that’s enough. Ah!”

Each time he thrust his waist, the rattling noise intensified. Macy’s legs, wrapped around Eren’s waist and kept slipping.

With every deep thrust, her whole body jerked as if skewered. Though exhausting, her desperate grip on him felt degrading, as if he was the only lifeline.

As her grip on his neck tightened in case she fell, Eren let out a chuckle.

“I can’t suck you down there, or finish inside. Can’t we even do it standing up now?”

His complaint was there, yet his tone remained gentle. As if in this moment, he’d indulge Macy no matter how much she irritated him.

“No. Let’s not do it here. Uh. Let’s go to the bed, it would be better…”

“I don’t want to?”

Was it her misunderstanding? Eren’s lips twisted as he hoisted up Macy’s slipping hips. His shaft almost slipped out and thrust back in suddenly.

“Hold on tight. Unless you want to fall embarrassingly during s-x.”

The pace quickened. The garter belt, not properly removed, swung around.

Tension caused her inner muscles to involuntarily tighten. Eren did not relent, pushing forward the shaft relentlessly. The sound of flesh slapping was obvious. The feeling of the thing pushing in and out of the hole made her shiver.