5. The Noble
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“Evril.”
Gophrid murmured in a low voice as he seized her full breasts.
“Don’t be afraid, my lady.”
Evril’s upper body was bound with thick red cords, her round white breasts thrust forward, the tips of her nipples stiff and a vivid crimson. As the stimulation below grew vividly intense, her eyes widened in horror.
After dropping Shaylin off at the Pratt Count’s townhouse, Gophrid—now alone with Evril—narrowed his golden eyes slightly. He took her rigid hand and kissed it.
“Today, the person in charge of operations on the western continent sent a gift along with their inaugural report, as a congratulatory gesture for my first appointment. Given the nature of the gift, I suspect it was meant not for me, but for you.”
His low, resonant voice echoed vividly in her ear as his strong arm wrapped around her waist, gripping it tight.
“You’ve been struggling because you weren’t wet enough.”
As his firm arm constricted her waist, Evril’s lips trembled, and she replied, “My body...”
“Didn’t you just say moments ago that your body had fully recovered?”
Gophrid pressed harder with the hand around her waist and kissed her ear.
“You have no idea how much I’ve longed for your return from the western continent. Of course, I played the generous lover and let you go on that trip, but as I’ve told you countless times before, I can’t bear to be apart from you even for a moment. You are the true source of my pleasure, my lady.”
Overwhelmed by the suffocating grip on her waist and the low whisper in her ear, Evril closed her eyes in resignation.
The carriage entered the Kingston Duke’s residence at Bellins Square, passing the main building and arriving at the annex. The dark stone annex stood quite a distance from the main house—a private sanctuary and little kingdom meant only for the duke’s sole heir, Lord Kingston.
“We’ll have to think about how best to make use of this gift together.”
Before descending from the carriage, he whispered low in her ear. When a servant opened the door, he flashed a gentle smile as if nothing had happened, stepping down first and extending his hand to Evril, who still sat inside.
“It would be my greatest honor if you’d take this hand, my lady.”
His golden eyes smoldered darkly as they fixed on her, and Evril reluctantly placed her trembling fingertips in his grasp.
He smiled softly in satisfaction, and under the watchful eyes of the servants, they entered the annex.
The interior reflected Gophrid’s personality—profoundly quiet. Especially the second floor, his primary living space, where no one entered without being summoned.
The cold echo of footsteps rang through the entrance hall, up the dark stairs, down the corridor, and finally to the door at the end of the building. Evril fought the overwhelming urge to flee.
But the strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist tightened, forcing her rigid body forward into the room as he led her.
Click.
After locking the door, he smiled at Evril, who stood awkwardly near it.
“I told them to leave the gift inside, and there it is.”
In the center of the reception area in his room, before the sofa, sat a large box-like object draped in red cloth. Its square shape was enormous, and the thick bars visible beneath hinted at a massive beast cage.
Evril stood frozen stiff at the door.
Gophrid approached from somewhere, holding a thick coil of red rope.
He drew close and positioned himself behind her. She felt his presence with every fiber of her being, her nerves taut with tension.
“Hmm.”
He rested his chin atop her head and slowly enveloped her body from behind, his hands tracing her contours languidly—over her waist, her breasts. Each brush of his fingers sent shivers of terror down her spine.
After exploring her body at length, he began unfastening the buttons of her dress from behind.
With a soft rustle, the heavy winter dress pooled on the floor, followed by the white underdress layered atop it.
When only her undergarments remained, Gophrid caressed her bare skin appreciatively before untying the thin straps of her panties hanging from her hips.
“...So soft.”
Thud. Even the bra covering her breasts fell away, leaving her completely nude.
Then, from behind, he enveloped her fully. Slowly, he unwound the red rope from his wrist and began binding her body.
“Wh-what are you... doing...?”
Evril cried out in a voice choked with fear and tension, but Gophrid whispered softly into her ear.
“Shh. I’m just opening the gift with you right now. Forgive me—this is a necessary precaution against any unforeseen mishaps.”
With practiced motions, he folded the rope double, passed one end through the loop to form a large ring, then wrapped it tightly beneath her breasts. The rope circled above her breasts next, rising over her shoulders like gift wrapping. Secured in a halter-neck style, the two red cords descended below her waist, binding her arms behind her back in a tight knot, then pulled taut.
The red rope dug into her pale skin, her white breasts swelling tautly against the constricting crimson bonds.
As Evril twisted, the bindings at her wrists tightened.
“Why... why are you doing this...?”
Gathering her courage, she cried out. Gophrid wrapped one arm around her from behind and yanked hard on the knot at her wrists. The red ropes pulled taut, bowing her body backward like a drawn bow. Her breasts thrust forward, the pale globes heaving upward between the crimson strands.
In that instant, a thick musky scent filled her nostrils. Somehow, Gophrid had produced a rolled handkerchief and was binding it over her mouth.
“Mmph... mmf...”
Gagged, Evril struggled. Gophrid brought his lips close to her ear.
“Evril, I promise—after this, you’ll come to love the gift from the western continent.”
With a low whisper and a sharp smack to her rear, he tugged her bound wrists, leading her slowly forward.
They reached the massive red-draped rectangular object in the room’s center. Gophrid smiled at her and yanked the cloth away with force.
Shhrrk.
The fabric slid to the floor, revealing—as expected—a huge beast cage. But instead of an animal inside, a nude woman stood there.
With bright blonde hair and transparent blue eyes, the woman’s expression was blank. Her skin was as pale as Evril’s, her waist slim, breasts full, hips wide—a mature, youthful body that appeared the same age as Evril’s.
“Mmph... mmf.”
Evril tried to speak, but the gag muffled her words.
Gophrid stroked his chin with long fingers.
“Of course, it didn’t arrive in this state, as you might fear. I simply had it set up to my tastes. The gift came on the same ship as you. Isn’t that right, Yena?”
“Yes, Master.”
The woman inside the iron bars replied in a flat, toneless voice.
Gophrid nodded slightly.
“She’s been trained to become the future manager of our operations on the western continent. With the current manager’s strong recommendation, I decided to test her out first.”
Yena nodded politely at his glance.
Pushed from behind, Evril stumbled forward until her body pressed against the bars.
Gophrid continued shoving her back until her body squeezed between the bars. Suddenly, he yanked the wrist knot again. Her body arched upward as before, breasts thrusting forward—the pale flesh bulging tautly between the red ropes and iron bars.
Yena approached from within and began licking her breasts.
“Mmmph... mmf...”
Evril writhed, but Gophrid pinned the knot from behind while Yena lapped at the white breasts protruding through the bars. Hot saliva met skin, her soft tongue curling around to envelop the crimson nipples.
It's only been a short time since becoming the owner of Stunel, but the tastes are more normal than expected... -_- ;;; Yena is that sub-madam from part 2, yep~.