Chapter 56
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 56
Oscar let out a slow, heavy breath. Looking at the woman again, he muttered despite himself.
“This is insane.”
The abyss he’d plunged into was deeper than he could have ever expected. Yes, he thought, a place like this was probably where he truly belonged.
Oscar withdrew his fingers from deep inside her. Then, in one swift motion, he lifted her onto the sofa.
With her hair fanning out around her head, she looked like a sacrifice offered up to him. Looking down at her, he thought, was much better than looking up.
Oscar freed his cock, which twitched with the urge to pounce. With the hand slick with her fluids, he stroked the vein-ridged length. Her brown eyes, which had been following his hand, shot wide the moment they saw his reddened, swollen shaft.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“That is… I mean…”
A languid smile touched Oscar’s lips. Gripping his desire, which was already weeping precum, he lowered himself over her. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against the tight path that had nearly sent her over the edge with just a single finger.
“Ha…”
The moment he felt the damp cling of her inner walls, it was as if sticky lava coursed through him from head to toe. The simple contact was enough to melt his reason.
Oscar gripped his thick penis with one hand and rubbed its head against her slick entrance.
“Ah…!”
As their fluids mingled, wet flesh brushed against wet flesh. Oscar knew with a sense of finality that it was too late to turn back. There was no turning back now.
He whispered softly to the woman, who flinched at the unfamiliar sensation.
“If you’re sorry,”
“……”
“then bear it.”
Both of them were slick with wetness, yet entry was not easy. Little by little, her clenching muscles and his expanding flesh locked together, impossibly tight. It felt as if his entire body was being melted down in a crucible, evaporating into nothing. The only thing dominating his mind was the singular instinct to bury himself all the way inside her. Even so, his eyes remained fixed on her face, unable to look away.
He’d told her to bear it, and she was.
Tears welled and flowed from her eyes without pause, yet she bit her lip so hard that not a single moan escaped. He could see her hold her breath with every slow, deliberate thrust.
“Ah, ugh… uh.”
“If you can be this obedient, why couldn’t you stop when I told you to?”
“…Hah…”
“Right?”
With a smooth roll of his hips, he felt his half-buried length sink even deeper.
“Haaah…”
A sensation so sharp it threatened to black out his vision shot through his entire body. The torrent of pleasure that raced from his skull to his toes was fucking incredible. The woman’s insides, which felt as if they would devour him whole; her perfectly swollen breasts; the small gasps that occasionally escaped her attempts at endurance—it was all driving him mad.
His lean, muscular waist began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and flexibility. Then, the moment he drove in just a little deeper, Oscar’s movements stilled.
With one hand gripping the arm of the sofa and the other clamped tightly around her waist, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a deep breath.
There was no way of knowing at whom the savage curse he muttered was directed.
All that was certain was that after the curse, Oscar moved the hand that had been on the armrest to join the other on the woman’s waist. Then, he raised his body and began to rut like a stallion.
“Ahk…!”
The wet, slapping sound of slick flesh against flesh echoed throughout the spacious room.
He drove into her again and again, with no end in sight. He didn’t know if there even was an end, or what lay at the destination if there was one. Like a beast forged of pure lust, he was consumed only with pounding into her.
His heart felt like it would burst. A ragged breath that clawed at his throat like vomit burned in his lungs. Even as sweat dripped from his chin, he couldn’t stop. The tight, hot passage gripped him so snugly, so completely, that with every thrust of his hips, it felt as if all the pleasure in the world was being injected straight into his veins.
The world finally narrowed until only he and the woman remained. And at the end of that endless, frantic charge, he felt the end approaching. Oscar pulled his cock from her tight passage. He leaned over her again as if collapsing and began to stroke himself rapidly over her pale, flat stomach.
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap.
The veins on his neck stood out, his face contorted. A groan like a snarl surged up from his gut, and the veins over his hip bones bulged as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his groin.
His hand moved faster.
Even then, Oscar stared at the woman who seemed to have been sculpted from his own lust. The moment a terrifying impulse arose—the urge to slather that innocent face with his filth—he felt his wretched release spill from him.
The world distorted. And in that utterly distorted world, he unleashed his wretched desire.
“Keuk…”
In the dark, cold room, lit by a single dim light, the manor’s master purged his lust. For a long while, his ragged breaths and those of the Outsider covered in it continued in their own disparate rhythms.
*
Meanwhile, at that very same moment.
Two people were in a windowless, sealed room. Both wore hooded cloaks that concealed their faces, making it impossible to guess their gender or age.
The only furniture in the secret chamber was a single desk and chair. One person was seated, and the other stood before them.
“This is a report on the new individuals who have recently entered the social circle of the Young Lady, Sabine von Jerome.”
The person sitting ramrod straight held the document, turning the pages one by one with an elegant hand.
“A painter, a musician, a designer.”
“Most have dubious origins.”
“Of course they do.”
“To investigate every single one of them is…”
As the standing figure trailed off, the seated one tossed the document onto the desk.
“There’s no need to look into all the riffraff. Just single out the ones who get particularly close to the Young Lady and are brought to the Count’s Residence or the Royal Palace.”
“Understood.”
After the person bowed respectfully, gathered the documents, and left, another person opened the door and entered. This one also wore a hood, but their build was different from the one who had just departed. After closing the door, the newcomer bowed toward the person at the desk.
The seated figure stared silently at the bowed head before speaking abruptly.
“You lost her?”
“My apologies. I lost her in a sudden surge of the crowd.”
“……”
Tap, tap, tap.
As the steady sound of a fingernail tapping on the desk filled the room, the bowed figure held their breath.
“Description.”
“Her clothes were plain, but her features and the ornament in her hair were unusual.”
Tap, tap… Taptaptap.
The steady rhythm quickened. The bowed figure lifted only their head, and seeing a gesture to rise, they straightened up completely and quickly continued.
“It was difficult to say which country she was from. She had an exotic appearance, and I would estimate her age to be around twenty. And she wore a ribbon of a style I’ve never seen before at the end of her hair. It was made of multiple layers of red silk with pointed ends.”
“Pointed ends of red silk?” the seated figure’s voice held a note of question.
“Yes. It was tied at the end of her braid.”
“……”
A brief silence fell over the secret room.
A moment later, the seated figure took a piece of paper and a fountain pen from a drawer, held them out, and commanded, “Draw the hairstyle and the ribbon.”
The informant cautiously approached and took the items. After hovering the pen over the white paper for a moment as if mapping out the drawing, they began to make a clumsy sketch.
The eyes hidden beneath the hood followed the tip of the fountain pen.
The pen first sketched a rounded head, then a long braid trailing from the nape of her neck, and finally, a ribbon tied in such a way that the knot was hidden.
“It looked something like this.”
The paper, now turned to face them, showed the back of a figure.
“……”
“Shall I attempt to approach her again?” the informant asked cautiously into the silence.
The one receiving the report shook their head.
“It’s possible the Wolves detected this attempt as well. Leave it for now.”
“Understood.”
“You may leave.”
At the flat command, the informant exited as if they had been waiting for it. The seated figure’s gaze, however, remained fixed on the drawing.
A silence that felt deafening filled the small, secret room.
Then, they slowly picked up the fountain pen and uncapped it. They began to color over the drawing.
The round head, which had only been an outline, was gradually filled in with black. After coloring the hair completely, they drew a small butterfly at the bottom of the pointed ribbon before finally setting the pen down.
Though there were only black ink marks on white paper, in the eyes of the one who held the memory, colors bled into the lines.
The white paper became a deep blue sea. The unique ribbon beneath the black hair was stained a vivid red.
A deep blue sea, black hair, and a red ribbon.
An intense memory, as stark as the contrast of those colors, surged back up like vomit.
*
“Peter!”
A blood-flecked roar was swallowed by the storming waves that threatened to smash the ship. In a gale so fierce he felt he’d be blown away just by standing, he forced himself to his feet. He approached the man who had once been his comrade, now dying and mangled. He would die anyway, but it was always better to be certain.
He grabbed the man’s head with one hand and, without hesitation, plunged a knife into his neck. When he yanked the blade out, blood shot out like a fountain.