R-19

The genitalia between his legs was still erect, but it looked slightly wilted after ej*culating, which was curious. The pinkish pouch that was firmly attached was still stained red. It was a pretty color, deep enough to want to be stained even more.

Elise twisted her lips and harbored a cruel smile.

“Lie down.”

“Eek!”

Argen moaned in pain as the still erect genitalia was pressed. Meanwhile, Elise grabbed his shapely b*ttocks tightly. The red handprints that Elise left on the white and elastic curves were vividly visible. She liked his body that allowed her to leave her traces everywhere.

“Hng… Elder, Elder…”

Of course, what she liked most was Argen’s reaction. She enjoyed the moment when excitement seeped through his whimpers, the trembling of his body, and the reddening of his ears. It was a sight that Elise wanted to keep secret all by herself.

“Listen well, Argen. Only I can touch you.”

Elise kneaded Argen’s b*ttocks with both her hands. Every time the white flesh filled her hands, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside her. She saw the white genitalia quickly becoming erect again between the spread b*ttocks.

“Understood?”

“Ugh!”

Elise firmly grabbed Argen’s genitalia and forcefully spread his b*ttocks. The tightly closed wrinkles, as pretty in color as his n*pples, had no trace on them either. Elise finally looked satisfied.

She examined every inch of his body for quite a while but was relieved to confirm that the only traces on Argen’s body were the ones she had left. She liked the naked body filled only with her traces so much that she wanted to keep it stripped forever and never dress it again.

“The traces I leave should be all that’s on you. Understand?”

Argen nodded, his eyes still wet with tears.

When Elise touched his eye, jewel-like tears rolled down. Argen leaned her cheek against Elise’s palm and sobbed. Elise twisted her lips with a satisfied expression.

Her pet was even beautiful when crying. She wanted to make him cry every day.

Elise decided to examine Argen’s body every day from then on.

* * *

Since that day.

Argen was called out at a set time and returned late at night. Elise would undress Argen and examine him as soon as he returned.

“Did Father touch here too?”

“No, ah, ah, don’t!”

Elise twisted Argen’s pinkish n*pples with her fingertips, making Argen lean back and moan, his chest firm. His genitalia, already erect even before the clothes were removed, stood stiffly.

“Huu, hic….”

Even though it seemed like time to adapt, Argen still tried to cover his genitalia with his hands. Perhaps because of the experience with Elise, he faltered and couldn’t cover it properly, his face looked like he might burst into tears at any moment.

“Raise your hands.”

Elise made Argen raise both arms and then tied the wrists together with a collar. Prevented from covering himself or struggling, Argen’s face turned red, and he cried.

“Sob, sob sob…. Huu, Elder….”

Elise leisurely admired Argen’s bright red face as she held and shook Argen’s genitalia. She enjoyed the sight of tears flowing from Argen’s eyes whenever the excitement caused trembling and moaning.

“Ah, Elder, ah, ahh!”

Every time, the beautifully crying Argen was only released after ej*culating into Elise’s hand and soon fell asleep, naked and exhausted, in her arms.

“You are mine, Argen.”

Elise whispered in Argen’s ear as he slept

Elise’s hand, dirtied with s*men, had been licked clean, causing him to shed tears once more, his eyelids slightly swollen.

Elise caressed Argen’s eyelids, then brushed her slender jawline, moving down to the broad shoulders and flexible waist.

“From head to toe, all of it.”

His somewhat flaccid genitalia quickly regained its volume in Elise’s hands. Though it was a male genitalia, and she was a little fearful at first, now she wasn’t. What she liked most was that it reacted sensitively to her touch.

“Uhh, uhhhh….”

Argen moaned even in his sleep.

Elise considered shaking it back and forth with force, but decided to be lenient. Of course, there were times when she tormented and made the sleeping Argen cry to the point of waking him, but mostly she didn’t go that far.

She felt a bit relieved when she saw Argen’s tired face snuggled in her arms, asleep. The same was true when she saw his body, full of her marks, respond to her touch even in slumber.

But soon, Elise became unsatisfied with just that.

“You’re taking Argen away? Again?”

Elise snapped at the maid who came early to take Argen away, her fierce eyes glaring. The bright sunlight pouring in through the large window on this fine day only fueled her anger.

“It’s the master’s command, miss.”

Argen had started being summoned around lunchtime at some point. Elise was quite displeased with it, but there was nothing she could do. She could only bite her lips and chew her nails and wait.

Whenever Argen returned, day or night, Elise would always rush to the bedroom and undress him. Even though she couldn’t find any new marks on his body, she couldn’t be reassured. She didn’t know what her father was doing to Argen.

Moreover, Argen couldn’t properly articulate where he went or what he did. Elise, after pressing him, had managed to learn only that he went into some room, but Argen couldn’t properly describe that room.

Today, after hounding and cornering the maid who was to take Argen away, Elise found out that the place where Argen was being summoned was her father’s study.

“I’ll go too.”

Elise immediately got up.

“I’m sorry, but that’s not possible, miss.”

“I’ll wait nearby. Is that not allowed either?”

“But……”

The maid, knowing Elise’s temperament, broke into a cold sweat.

“Come on, let’s go.”

Elise feigned ignorance at that response and lifted her chin. She wasn’t just forcing the issue; she had some calculations in her mind.

The study was filled with very large and old books. If she hid between the shelves, no one would find her. Moreover, Elise had a secret spot that no one had yet discovered, a fantastic place where she could overlook the entire interior of the study.

Elise decided to hide there.

* * *

Elise hid in a small attic behind the study.

It was so narrow that it was no different from a closet, and still, a space undiscovered by anyone. Although she had never hidden here with the intention of secretly watching the study, there was even a hole in the wall as big as a fist, seemingly considerately made by someone.

‘I really must see what my father is doing to Argen.’

Elise looked around through the fist-sized hole, but Argen was not visible.

She had clearly seen Argen enter the study, but for some reason, she couldn’t see him at all.

‘Where is he? Where on earth is he?’

Elise frantically rolled her eyes, scrutinizing the inside of the library thoroughly.

It was then.

An odd noise came from Duke Bernhardt’s office, located at the edge of the library.

……!

It was a sound like someone in great pain, almost like an animal rather than a human. Interspersed with the sound were heavy pants and wheezes, which somehow felt vulgar and filthy.

‘Such a noise can’t be coming from Father’s office.’

Elise’s heart froze cold.

Duke Bernhardt held his family’s honor and his own dignity as dear as life itself. The always elegant Count would never tolerate such vulgar sounds in his office.

Then, could the source of the noise be, perhaps…….

Elise’s hands trembled. Her heart pounded so fast that the sound resonated throughout her body. Her vision dimmed, and her throat tightened. Whenever Elise was extremely shocked, she became short of breath.

Argen. Argen. Argen.

Elise frantically searched for any trace of Argen, her eyes darting wildly.

Soon, she saw the back of a man.

He was mounted on a pale body like a dog in heat, his red tongue ceaselessly flickering over the white neck and ear. Every time he thrust his hips, his massive genitalia could be seen between the clenching b*ttocks and legs.

“Ah! Ah, ugh, ah!”

The more vigorously he pounded, the room was filled with animal-like moans and heavy panting.

‘My God.’

Elise, with her trembling hands, leaned against the wall, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight.

That beastly man was not Argen.

It was Elise’s father, Duke Bernhardt.

“Ah, ah, Your Grace……!”