Not Knowing The Betrayal Of That Day

Tessa laboriously nodded as she listened to Hert’s words, which were more like an order than anything else. She knew well enough from experience that this affair would not be over if she didn’t say what he wanted to hear.

“Huht… Please, cu… Ah, nngh…”

“You have to pronounce it correctly.”

“Hagh, please, please c*m… fill me up… please…”

Tessa begged, trying to make her pronunciation as clear as possible. Then the man’s thick fingers went down and began to roll the little protruding cl*toris. Ahng! Tessa let out a high-pitched moan at the unexpected pleasure that swept her. She rolled her hips. This, this is a foul… It’s a foul… She almost cried as her insides clenched tightly.

“Kuht, if you tighten that much…”

In an instant, Hert’s thrusting became more violent than before. In the meantime, his fingers were constantly rubbing the round nub, and Tessa couldn’t even breathe properly with her mouth open now. I don’t want it, it’s weird… stop…

All of a sudden, the hot pillar went into the deepest point. Slam! It felt as if her whole womb was tingling, and the man’s flesh convulsed. At onc, he started pouring out an abundance of his seed.

“Ah!”

Then her inner walls contracted greatly, wringing out the man’s pillar. A large amount of seed flowed continuously into Tessa’s womb. Some overflowed down the pillar and stained the place in which they were joined—oh so obscenely. Their combined white, translucent liquid glittered between them.

Tessa drooped limply, entrusting herself to Hert. Her vision was so blurry that it made her feel as if she would fall asleep any minute.

“Haa, Tessa…”

Then Hert let out a long sigh and reached out his hand to caress Tessa’s stomach. Does it seem fuller than before? It wouldn’t be enough even if all of his seed were to be inside this small interior, but when he thought that she was completely full while holding his seed, his manhood grew erect once again.

On the one hand, he thought he’d rather have this stomach really swell. If that were to happen, Tessa wouldn’t be able to run away even if she wanted to leave him. Once she’d give birth to a child, Tessa would never give up on her child, even with her feelings of inferiority and guilt about where she came from.

Hert wanted to see a child who was half like himself and half like Tessa. No, he wanted to create a happy family with Tessa. Because it was an unchanging wish from the past and now.

But he knew. That Tessa’s body would not be able to have children. Because the doctor diagnosed it that way from the beginning. It’s been a long time since her menstruation was cut off due to long-running abuse and neglect, so it would take quite a while for her to recover in the future.

Damn it.

Hert gritted his teeth without realizing it.

“…Uh, ah… Hnh, H-Her…?”

Tessa flinched, her complexion suddenly turning pale.

This was because Hert’s pillar, which hadn’t left her yet, was swelling again inside her. She was blown away by a feeling of uneasiness. She tried to move to free herself from Hert’s arms, but the man’s grip was so strong that she couldn’t possibly escape.

“Her—”

“You can’t.”

At that moment, Hert thrusted, bringing them even closer together. Tessa shuddered as she felt his flesh digging into her from the back.

“That, huk… Uh, that… I thought, just once…”

“Right, let’s do it once more.”

“Ah, I-I can’t… nngh, please…”

“You have to get used to it. We will do more in the future.”

“What… does that…”

Hert started moving his waist slowly. In response, he felt her insides—which was full of her c*m and his s*men—convulsing around him. Another electrifying sensation swept through him. Tessa shook her head saying no more, but the man didn’t care.

“I will f*ck you… every day like this.”

Until you admit that you love me.

Until you admit that you can’t live without me.

Kissing Tessa’s exposed nape, Hert focused on the movements of his lower body.

Soon, Tessa fell unconscious, tears trickling down her eyes.

* * *

“Are you mad?”

After hearing about Marquis Borwen’s plans, Lange’s reaction was quite intense. He looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief. On the other hand, the Marquis, who was behind this entire scheme, was calmer than anyone else. Beatrice bobbed one crossed leg as if it didn’t matter.

“Now you know?”

“I knew right away that you were crazy, but… No, this is not the place to say that, is it? Why are you recklessly digging your own grave? In any case, if Sir Shine doesn’t act as you wanted, this plan will shackle Your Excellency’s ankles! Even if it succeeds, how are you going to handle the aftermath?”

“Don’t worry, it won’t happen. I made a plan with all of those things in mind. More than that, Geoffrey, you lack faith in me. When have I ever failed?”

“…But.”

“My choice has always been either success or death. Again, I believe in my choice. That’s why I was able to come this far.”

“Then… What about Her Highness! Is she aware of this plan? She must have stopped you…”

Lange asked back with his last hope. Your Highness, please… But Beatrice grinned at him and shrugged her shoulders.

“So I didn’t tell her anything. Sometimes, you have to fool even your allies.”

“Your Excellency!”

“What are you so afraid of? You’re not a kid anymore. Everything will be fine.”

“I would like to think so too, but this time is much too…”

“Geoffrey.”

Beatrice waved at Lange, telling him to shut up. In response, while Lange had a lot to say, but as the marquis commanded, he was obedient and kept his mouth shut and stared at her. Marquis Borwen showed no mercy to those who disobeyed him. Lange was a witness to her temper since childhood, so he knew it well.

“The word ‘retreat’ is not in my vocabulary. I already told you. There is only victory for me. This day is about the same as before. I’ll take the win. And you will reign over them.”

When she was a child, she had been abandoned by her father a long time ago, and she grew up to kill her brothers with her own hands—then she abandoned her father. And she was not satisfied with the position, and in order to gain power comparable to that of a king, she even killed the previous king and raised a puppet, the young king, there.

Was that all? For a proper justification, she even waged a war to make her younger sister the queen, and now she was trying to change the royal family.

“If I succeed, I can make history with my own hands. This is just a stepping stone. You know that too, don’t you?”

“…Since when have you been preparing?”

“Two years ago when I met that bastard? It was fun to dig into it. The key I’ve been looking for is rolling around in a trash heap. What is this if not an opportunity?”

“Ha, so this place…”

“Yes, I borrowed this place and designed it myself.”

Stupid bastard. Beatrice smiled at Duke Callias, who was unaware that this huge trap was choking him. Why was he being greedy beyond his place? If he had lived quietly in a foreign country, he would have been able to keep at least his neck.

“…If Sir Shine knew everything, he would not stand still.”

“He’d be nothing but an idiotic mongrel if he doesn’t like it—all he’s doing is sitting still while I’m feeding him.”

Who doesn’t like being a duke that didn’t have to do anything? There was no way he would not like it unless he was an idiot.

“Your Excellency, generally, other people…”

“My my, Geoffrey. How can you say that while watching from the sidelines? Something must have gone wrong because you got hit in the head. That bastard is not like normal people. He’s a mad dog.”

“…….”

“He will soon want it, too. This place… Once he rises through the ranks, he wouldn’t want to go down.”

If he really isn’t stupid, he’ll know it instinctively. How else would he be able to get what he wanted in the future? And how else would he be able to keep it?

That’s what power was. Once tasted, there’s no going back. That sweet temptation could not be ignored. It grips and shakes people’s weakest points.

“So, while you’re here, do this and go.”

“…What?”

The subordinate guarding by her side took something out of a bag and handed it to Beatrice. It was a mask that could cover the entire face.

* * *

‘Is it true that things are going well?’

Ferdale walked back and forth in the room, unable to hide his anxiety. The owner’s help and suggestions were a great opportunity for him, but on the other hand, he wondered if it was really possible.

He said that he should wage a battle of the territory to recapture the Jutert estate? However, the opponent was Marquis Borwen’s mongrel. The one who made the most contributions in the last war! As soon as the vassals heard the name, they trembled and were busy running away, and his father’s head was blown off in an instant by that guy’s hand.

No one would ever beat him in battle.

‘Am I on a sinking ship or what.’

As he remembered his father’s head hanging on the wall, he felt uneasy. What if—just, what if—he were to lose in the battle of territories? What kind of disgrace would he suffer!

Let alone honor, the family’s wealth would all be lost and thrown to the ground.

Ferdale did not want his neck to fly off his shoulders. He did not want to follow after his father’s footsteps. Although wealth was important to him, his title was more important.

He grabbed his hair. He still wasn’t sure if his choice was the right one. It was all about gaining everything or losing his life. Could the army help him regain his estate? Would he be able to drive out the mad dog and take over the position of territory lord? …Anxiety seemed to pile like a mountain.

Besides, he didn’t even know the identity of the person who would help him. He would always remain silent. That person just openly ignored Ferdale—what an obnoxious scumbag until the end.

But since that person had promised to provide an army for him, Ferdale could only keep his head low. Because he was in a position where even one soldier was precious.

‘Yes, right now, this is the only way…’

Then, someone knocked on the door. When he opened the door to see who it was, an employee was standing in front of him.