R-19

The woman lying beneath him looked as if she would die soon.

The Duke roughly kneaded the woman’s breasts, so full that they were about to overflow.

Her breasts, so large that they overflowed his hand, were ruthlessly mashed in his grasp.

When he twisted her pretty-colored nipples, she arched her head back as if in a convulsion.

“Ah…!”

Upon seeing the woman’s face, Elise quickly covered her mouth.

That woman was none other than her mother’s maid, Beatrice.

How, how can this be!’

While Elise was shaking in shock, the Duke lifted Beatrice and laid her on the desk.

‘No, ho, how, from there……’

It was a desk that her father had held in such high regard, she had never even touched it.

Beatrice lay naked on it, writhing, her nipples erect, as if milk would squirt out at any moment.

The Duke buried his face in Beatrice’s breasts and sucked her milk.

He was not a young baby.

It was Duke Bernhardt, not anyone else, sucking the milk of a maid.

Elise still couldn’t breathe due to the tremendous shock and just stared at the scene.

“Ah! Your Grace, it hurts!”

“Bear it. I’ve been holding back the desire to have you under me every time I see you.”

The Duke continued to move his hips without rest, cruelly biting and chewing on Beatrice’s nipples. Her white breasts looked as if they were overflowing within his violently shaking hands.

“Ah!”

“Wishing to remain a virgin with such breasts. That’s wicked of you.”

“Hng, ah, ah, Your Grace, please……”

Beatrice twisted her body, begging the Duke.

“If, hng, the Duchess finds out, I’ll be, eh, sent away that very day.”

“No one will know if you keep your mouth shut. Right?”

The Duke pulled Beatrice down and made her lie face down on the desk. He firmly grabbed her hips and buttocks, and as he began to thrust vigorously again, Beatrice groaned and twisted her neck. Soon red spots appeared on it.

“Ah, ah, Your Grace……!”

“Look at me.”

The Duke turned her head back, and thrust his tongue between her open lips, mixing them together.

Meanwhile, with both hands, he continued to knead Beatrice’s large breasts and roughly gyrated his hips.

Tears poured down like rain on Beatrice’s flushed cheeks.

“Haah, Duke, please stop, no more… Aaah!”

As the Duke let go of her waist, Beatrice’s upper body collapsed downwards.

Her large breasts flattened against the floor. The swollen red nipples looked like crushed fruit.

Beatrice was pressed under the Duke, shaking repeatedly. Her buttocks turned bright red from the constant friction with each gyration.

The Duke raised his hand and struck Beatrice’s buttocks hard.

Slap!

“Aahuk!”

“Haa….”

The Duke let out a languid moan and struck Beatrice’s buttocks again.

Slap!

“Ack!”

A bright red handprint remained clear on her buttocks.

“If you squeeze like this, it’ll end quickly. Understand?”

“Ah, huek, ugh, uheugh……”

“Answer.”

“Yes, heuk I will… obey, ugh……”

Because Beatrice had raised her reddened buttocks marked by handprints, the large engorged organ stained with dark red blood was plainly visible between her legs.

Its violent movement looked as though he was beating Beatrice with a club.

That thing can go inside a human body.’

Elise’s vision became hazy.

She was deeply shocked by the entire situation, but couldn’t take her eyes off it for a moment.

“Ah! Aaah! Ah!”

“Huuh……!”

The wet, squelching sounds and the constant friction of flesh against flesh grew more and more intense.

The increasingly violent movements seemed to be nearing their end. The two had reached a point where they could not become more intense.

Elise moistened her parched lips and clenched her fists.

“No, Duke, please……! I don’t want to get pregnant, please!”

Beatrice struggled as if trying to escape, but she was firmly held by the Duke’s hands, her whole body spasming as if in convulsions.

The Duke continued to push his organ all the way in, pouring something into Beatrice’s body.

After climaxing, the Duke pulled out, and Beatrice collapsed. She lay exhausted on the floor, sobbing and gasping for breath.

“Heuk…… hugh, huk……”

Elise saw her vivid red sexual organ, spread open like a flower petal, with a thick white fluid trickling down. It was the same milky substance that had been spewed from Argen’s sexual organ.

The semen slowly flowed down between Beatrice’s thighs, dripping onto the floor. Elise thought it looked just like tears.

“Suck.”

The Duke, having finished ejaculating, still had an erect sexual organ, which he pushed into Beatrice’s mouth. The tip of his dark red sexual organ was still stained with the white milky fluid.

“Ugh!”

Semen smeared and bubbled on Beatrice’s red lips. Only after Beatrice gasped for breath and painfully swallowed the semen did the Duke finally pull his sexual organ from her mouth. As Beatrice coughed, the Duke looked down at her with a malicious smile playing on his lips.

“Same time tomorrow.”

The Duke said those words and immediately turned his body around.

He had seamlessly returned to his usual composed appearance. As he walked away with graceful strides, the Duke suddenly turned his head back, directing a wicked smile towards the wardrobe where Elise was hiding, as if he knew.

“……!”

Startled, Elise inadvertently covered her mouth and turned around. The hole that had been shining through her emerald eyes was now empty again, returning to sheer darkness.

* * *

Elise returned to her room, engulfed in a great shock.

Thump, thump, thump.

Her heart was pounding so hard it couldn’t be calmed. The moment she leaned against the door, her legs gave way, and she slumped to the floor. The highly stimulating scenes replayed countless times in her head.

The animal-like moans and gasps, the heavily laden air filled with sensuality, the roughly kneaded breasts being mashed in strong hands. The twisted and sucked nipples, and the excitement that spread over Beatrice’s face at that moment.

‘Why, why……’

Elise unwittingly contorted her face. Her father, who was eagerly lusting after Beatrice without blinking an eye, even as she resisted, was like a beast.

Elise recalled the whispers she occasionally heard among the maids in her childhood, the subtle glances they exchanged, talking about who had been called by the Duke the night before.

Could it be, no way.’

Elise guessed that Beatrice might not be her father’s only partner.

Many maids had disappeared without a trace all this time.

They said they disappeared because they had ‘done something wrong.’ Maids who made mistakes in the Bernhardt family were usually sent to the winter castle or dragged into the underground dungeon.

Elise had only shuddered with fear that she might receive the same punishment, not taking much interest in what wrong the maids had really committed. Though she always acted as if she knew everything, she actually didn’t know much.

“Ah!”

As the pieces of the puzzle that she could never have solved alone fell into place, Elise was struck dumb with shock. Why her mother and father’s relationship was so bad, why her mother despised men so much.

On the other hand, a question arose.

‘No, Your Grace, please…! I don’t want to get pregnant, please!’

The milky white fluid that eventually poured into Beatrice and flowed down between her thighs. That it led to pregnancy meant that what she had seen earlier was the act of making a child.

Dogs clinging in heat. It was for the purpose of bearing offspring.

Herself, born from her father and mother.

Her mother, who must have conceived her at some point.

Then…

As her thoughts trailed one another, leading to how she was conceived, Elise turned deathly pale. She was so shocked that her jaw trembled, making her teeth clash violently.

‘So, once, even Mother with Father…’

Elise envisioned her mother’s face in Beatrice’s place.

‘That can’t be.’

She couldn’t even imagine her noble mother on the floor like a dog, crouched with a crushed chest, receiving her father’s genitals between her legs. The idea that her mother could have engaged in such an act with her father was unthinkable.

Because Beatrice was a maid.

Because she was a maid of as lowly status as a dog. Because she was a maid to the Duke, so it could happen.

Elise nodded, forcing herself to think that way.

Then, what about me?

A male hunting dog mounting a female, the countless intense movements of the male inside her body, the female sometimes twisting her head in pain or barking. She had never once thought that she might take on the role of that female.

Elise envisioned Beatrice’s genitals, which looked like red petals, where her father’s large genitals had entered countless times. She had never imagined such use for it and lifted her nightgown to check if she had it too.

‘Elise!’