Resetting Lady

<small>trigger warning: non-consensual acts/sexual assault</small>

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She felt more disgusted about this than she thought.

Carynne did not want to have Catherine’s sloppy seconds.

“Ah, this is also similar.”

She tried to push the man’s chest with both hands, but it wasn’t enough of an effective defense. ‘This, too.’ Carynne was terribly repulsed by Crown Prince Gueuze.

“Did you do this… even with my mother?”

“Are you curious?”

As an act of courtesy towards her mother, she didn’t think it would be wise to ask. She did not need to hear the answer. She did not want to hear how far he and Catherine had gone in their relationship.

It was simple courtesy, from one human being towards another.

Courtesy towards the only other real person she knew.

Even if she wasn’t in this world any longer.

If he had truly been involved with her mother, Gueuze was filthier compared to any homeless man languishing on the streets. It wasn’t just anyone else, but her mother who had gone through this man.

If he ever once had anything to do with Catherine in the past, there might be a slim possibility that he was actually her father. Carynne took after Catherine’s looks, not her father’s.

Even so, this man was stronger than Carynne. What should she do in this situation?

“Please don’t.”

“……”

And yet, his smile just grew wider. Carynne’s feeble defiance was merely fuel to bolster his excitement even further.

Even if she were to say, ‘Please, you can’t,’ she knew that he would just enjoy it more.

As expected, Carynne soon saw the top of the head of the man who considered the word, ‘No,’ to be the same as, ‘Oh, yes, I like being forced, I don’t mind.’

Crown Prince Gueuze sank his teeth into the base of Carynne’s neck. Ah, she might smell like his saliva later.

“Mmh…”

And as she looked at the crown of this man’s head, Carynne frowned.

‘Good lord. His hair’s thinning.’

She thought back on how thick her father’s hair had been. During the middle-aged years of any man, the only opponent he’d have was his own hair.

Catherine might have rejected Crown Prince Gueuze after predicting his hair loss.

Carynne tried to hold back her laughter.

“…Uhk.”

He bit her lower lip, hard. Carynne was used to this kind of situation as well. Should she resist here though? She kept being told about how a virtuous woman should risk even her own life for the sake of preserving her purity, but sermons like that were like lullabies to Carynne.

Realistically speaking, if she told him not to do it and he’d follow through, he wouldn’t have started something like this in the first place.

The crown prince’s other hand went over Carynne’s nape and untied the strap. Now, her back was exposed. When Crown Prince Gueuze touched the gashes on her back, sharp pain began to plague Carynne once more.

Wasn’t this enough to elicit pity? Raymond pitied Carynne. What about Crown Prince Gueuze? Would he pity her?

“Your Highness, i-it… it hurts…”

“…I can see who did this.”

“Your Highness.”

“Verdic sought me out once before.”

“…Uurgh.”

“He wishes for his bad daughter and son-in-law to be disciplined.”

Did he ask you to discipline me with that lower body of yours?

Carynne thought for a moment. At the end of the day, Verdic was that kind of person. After deciding that both Carynne and Raymond were no longer valuable to him, he decided to get rid of them both once and for all. And Carynne wasn’t a bad bargaining chip for Crown Prince Gueuze either.

‘Raymond was right.’

After removing Raymond, Carynne was handed over like this. And she had been given to Crown Prince Gueuze, thereby establishing a connection with the royal family.

Carynne glanced down at the man who was burying himself into her chest. She could feel the growing pressure pushing between her thighs. It would thrust into her later, just a little while now.

“Why do you think Sir Raymond had been deployed even though his retirement is already imminent?”

I don’t want you to tell me what you know as if you’re revealing a shocking truth. I’m tired of listening to you show off and blow hot air.

But whatever that truth was, Carynne widened her eyes and acted as though she really was shocked. She wept as well.

“How could you… why…”

“Shh… It’s alright. I’ll take good care of you.”

Is it possible that Raymond’s not coming back? But even if he won’t, I still think it can’t be you.

Carynne imagined crushing Crown Prince Gueuze’s head. She could make that possible with a gun. However, she wouldn’t be able to stop this man from taking her to bed right now. She just arrived, but he already went on ahead and groped her body. Then, after he takes her a few times, an opportunity will come to her.

As the crown prince breathed down on her, Carynne resisted against him in her own small way, calculating when it would be the right time to have his funeral.

“Your Highness, please don’t do this. My mother…”

“Quiet.”

As though his mood had soured, he tore off her clothes. And her chest was then exposed. While breathing, her chest went up and down. Perhaps he sent these clothes just to tear them off himself. Carynne flinched away and stared at the torn hem.

What are you going to make me wear after this?

“I love Sir Raymond.”

“I believe it would be better for you to forget about him.”

Still, she hated this dress, so she didn’t think that it was a waste to tear it apart.

As she tried to push away the crown prince, Carynne was forced to shed tears that wouldn’t come out. Tears should come out, but she thought that nausea might come out first. She had to press down on the urge to vomit.

“Please… don’t do this…”

The crown prince’s eyes seemed to be imbued with remorse. However, his lips were twisted up into a smile, and his lower half was showing his lust. Just taking this all in made Carynne sick to her stomach.

That thing was old. And leftovers get rotten and foul-smelling. That baton was something she didn’t want passed on to her. And it seemed like it wouldn’t even work well, that thing.

What should Carynne do if Raymond was dead?

‘I’ll just go ahead and die.’

Carynne snickered as she stared at the top of the crown prince’s head, which looked quite empty as it was. She didn’t have that much time left anyway.

She had bet on Raymond. Even if he wasn’t her true love, at the very least, she also knew that it wasn’t Crown Prince Gueuze. She didn’t even have to test it either, seeing as she could already see that he wasn’t the one for her mother.

‘Let me just kill him then.’

But doing that wouldn’t be easy for her. Still, if her beloved fiancé really was dead, it also wasn’t bad to think that the plot was going down the line of a revenge drama.

In its own way, it’s going to be fun to kill Crown Prince Gueuze. Then, she’d be executed later, though it’s true that there’s not much time left.

What would be the best, then? A gun? Asphyxiation while he’s asleep? Oh, that’s not bad either. After rolling around in bed and letting out a load, she had seen a lot of men relax to the point that they’d go stupid. She didn’t think that it would be possible to poison his food. Was there any other way?

However, Carynne’s thoughts stopped once her eyes met with Crown Prince Gueuze’s.

“You’re looking at me like that, too, aren’t you.”

“What?”

“But it doesn’t matter now.”

The crown prince’s gaze went dark.

“I wonder if you, too, will tell me that you’re old.”

“……”

So, Catherine tried to tell him.

Carynne waited for the man to continue speaking. Why did he and Catherine break up? Honestly though, it was difficult to imagine that Catherine had a choice in the matter. He was, after all, a royal.

They were about the same age, and back then, Crown Prince Gueuze was young and had a lot going for him. Then why did Catherine reject him?

Carynne stared at him, but his mouth wouldn’t open to speak again.

Rather than information, Crown Prince Gueuze instead wished to supply Carynne with acts of a more physical nature.

What an unhelpful old geezer.

“Your Highness.”

Those words were not from Carynne. Rather, they came from outside.

Carynne saw the man’s eyes be tinged with irritation. The one who spoke was an attendant from outside in the hallway.

Disturbed from his ministrations, Crown Prince leaned back. His expression became distorted. When he leaned away from her, Carynne finally breathed. How heavy.

“I told you clearly. Do not interrupt me.”

At the door, the attendant answered with a sickly pallor, barely keeping a straight face.

“Your Highness. Sir Raymond Saytes is here.”

Then, the sound of footsteps.

Ta-dak, ta-dak.

That was the sound of Raymond’s military boots. Those steps were deliberate.

See, look at that. He always comes back to Carynne. This conclusion could be backed up by the odds of past experiences. So, Carynne wasn’t surprised.