The Sand Bride - Chapter 33

Just a name—why overthink it?

Her delayed response annoyed him. His grip tightened.

“Answer’s slow. Didn’t hear me? I said, what’s your name?”

A pained whimper escaped Esther’s clenched teeth. As he expected, she hesitated—of course she wouldn’t want to give her name. Letting Karzhen know anything about her felt like handing him leverage, something that could haunt her later.

Worst of all, the thought of him calling her by her name was unbearable.

But if she lied and got caught, the consequences would be terrifying. Even aside from Bianca, she couldn’t guarantee no one else might reveal her real name to Karzhen.

As Esther stayed silent, Karzhen’s expression darkened. Though it was just a frown, Esther reacted sharply to his displeasure.

“E-Eder……”

“Eder?”

In the end, Esther gave a name close to—but not quite—her own. She lowered her eyes as if afraid her unease would show.

Karzhen rolled the name on his tongue a few times before releasing her chin.

“Doesn’t suit you.”

“…….”

As always, this man’s intuition was frighteningly sharp. Esther subtly turned her head away.

“Eder… Eder. Eder…….”

Despite saying it didn’t fit, Karzhen muttered the name repeatedly. Each time, Esther flinched uncomfortably.

Then, Karzhen suddenly grabbed her face, tilting it this way and that like inspecting an object.

“No matter how I look at it, it’s disgustingly unsuited.”

“…….”

“You didn’t lie, did you?”

Her heart lurched. Esther stiffened, but Karzhen just grinned, as if it had been an offhand remark. His large, rough hand gripped her small head, tousling her hair violently. Strands tangled mercilessly.

“…….”

Esther remained silent, offering no explanation. Though her quiet was born from fear of being caught in a lie, Karzhen’s mood soured the longer she refused to speak.

Looking back, from the very beginning until now, Esther had silently endured whatever Karzhen said. She never gave proper answers—just the barest yes or no.

At first, her extreme passivity and obedience had been convenient, even pleasing. But as time passed, it grated on him. It felt less like submission and more like she was ignoring him.

No—wait. This was the same girl who had drugged his wine and run away.

Karzhen’s face twisted into a scowl. His touch turned rougher.

“Whatever. Even if it’s a lie, a slave’s name is what her master calls her.”

“…….”

“If I decide to call you b***h from today, then that’s your name. Understood?”

At the sudden harshness, Esther flinched but kept her lips tightly sealed. Karzhen felt a surge of defiance. Let’s see how long you stay quiet.

“Actually, ‘b***h in heat with a twitching c**t’ suits you perfectly.”

“……”

“Don’t you think?”

Karzhen shook her head. His fingers dug in, making her scalp and temples ache. Esther, too afraid to nod, let out a shaky breath. She didn’t know how to answer.

Of course, she didn’t want to be called b***h just because she hated her name being used. But would agreeing calm his anger? Lost in confusion, she stayed silent—and the longer she did, the darker Karzhen’s mood grew.

“Damn it! When your master asks, you answer!”

Finally snapping, Karzhen shoved her head away. Esther, startled, fell forward onto the bed. As she wavered, trying to rise—

Karzhen grabbed the back of her neck, shoved her down, and smacked her a*s hard.

“Ahh!”

The sharp pain drew a short scream. The slap left a red handprint on her pale skin.

“Arch your back.”

Baring his teeth, Karzhen snarled. Esther trembled but forced herself to obey.

As soon as she settled into position, she felt Karzhen’s large hand on her back. He adjusted her hips—then, without foreplay, shoved his thick c**k inside.

“Hah—!”

He set a brutal pace from the first thrust. Though her v****a was still wet and loose, Esther gasped, unable to stop her choked breaths. His c**k thrusted in and out, filling her belly, stirring her insides without warning.

When he angled upward, then suddenly downward, it felt like fire behind her eyes. Pain and a creeping, razor-sharp pleasure overwhelmed her—until she finally collapsed, sobbing.

“Nngh, ah~! Aah……!”

“Been inside you for what, five minutes? Hah…… Clenching down like crazy.”

“Hh—ah! Ah, nn……! Ah~~!”

“That good, huh?”

Even in her daze, Esther shook her head—but with each thrust, her body lurched forward, making it seem like she was nodding.

Face buried in the bed, she struggled to steady herself, but her weakened limbs refused to cooperate. Karzhen, never gentle to begin with, moved too fast, too roughly.

Esther’s body jolted with every slam of his hips. Listening to her muffled moans, Karzhen grinned. Then he spanked her again—making her walls clench as she arched.