Chapter 20. Rachel's Confusion and Abduction
Rachel's Confusion and Abduction
Former priestess, Sophia.
Her luscious golden hair swayed between Lucian's thighs as she knelt before him.
With both hands resting on his legs, she took his massive cock into her mouth, sucking with desperate fervor.
"Schlurp! Slurp! Gag—guhk!"
"Deeper."
"Y-Yes... Hnngh! Schlrp-schlrp-schlrp!"
With every violent bob of Sophia's head, her ample breasts and pink nipples jiggled like jelly.
She looked less like a holy priestess and more like a bitch in heat, desperate for her master's praise.
But what shocked Rachel the most was Lucian's expression.
The man who was always cold and indifferent now gazed down at Sophia with a satisfied smile she had never seen before—his eyes half-lidded, his lips curled in pleasure.
'He... never once showed me that face.'
Rachel clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood without her even realizing it.
Last night, she had pushed him away, calling him "unbecoming of a gentleman." Meanwhile, this vulgar woman had thrown off her clothes and welcomed his desires without hesitation.
And Lucian... stroked her hair affectionately, as if she were something precious.
The emotion that burned stronger than betrayal was jealousy—bone-deep and suffocating.
Rachel wanted to burst through the door right then, but her legs refused to move, paralyzed by the obscene sight before her.
She retreated into the hallway like a coward.
By afternoon, Rachel canceled her plans to leave.
If she ran away now, she felt she would lose Lucian to that woman forever.
She straightened her dress, changed into her most regal and imposing gown, and marched straight to Sophia's room.
—BANG!
She threw the door open without knocking.
Sophia had just returned from the Count's office, washing away the scent of his release before changing her clothes.
"Oh! Lady Rachel?"
Sophia startled, hastily tightening her thin robe as she stood.
But Rachel looked at her as if she were vermin.
"Lady Sophia."
"Y-Yes...?"
"I happened to pass by the office this morning."
Rachel took a step forward. Sophia instinctively stepped back under her withering gaze.
"A former priestess, burying her face in a man's crotch in broad daylight—how vile."
Sophia's face paled. A bitter smirk twisted Rachel's lips.
"So this is how you repay the Count for saving your life? By whoring yourself out? You put on such a noble, holy act, yet behind closed doors, you behave worse than a common streetwalker."
Sophia's eyes welled with tears as she shook her head.
"You misunderstand, my lady. The Count wished for it... I couldn't refuse—"
"Couldn't refuse?"
Rachel scoffed.
"You looked like you were enjoying it. Sucking his cock like a bitch in heat—was I mistaken?"
She never imagined she could speak so crudely, but right now, she wanted to hurl every filthy word she knew.
Sophia fell silent. There was no denying it.
Rachel took her silence as confirmation and unleashed her fury.
"Know your place, Lady Sophia. You're nothing but a tool for the Count's lust."
"I... know."
Sophia's voice trembled as she bowed her head low.
"I don't covet the Count's side. I only wish to stay near him... I ask for nothing more. I would never dare threaten your position."
She meant it. Sophia had already accepted her corruption—she had no intention of competing with Rachel.
But to Rachel, those words were nothing but deceit.
"Hah! You ask for nothing?"
Rachel's glare turned venomous.
"How disgusting. You've already taken all his affection, and now you claim to have no greed? Is tricking people with that innocent face your specialty?"
She shoved Sophia hard.
"Don't delude yourself. The master of this estate is Count Lucian, and the one who will stand by his side is me—Rachel Richard!"
Her shout echoed through the room—not just for Sophia, but to steel her own wavering heart.
"No matter how much a lowly woman like you wags her tail, I am the one who will be his wife! A mere bedwarmer like you has no right to even dream of that position!"
"Y-Yes... I understand, my lady..."
Sophia cowered, bowing deeply.
Rachel finally felt some satisfaction, but the gnawing unease in her chest remained.
She could protect her position as his wife—but the desire and lust in his eyes belonged to that woman.
"Tch. Filthy."
With one last scornful glance, Rachel turned on her heel and stormed out.
The moment she stepped into the hallway, her legs nearly gave way.
'Just you wait, Lucian.'
She bit her lip as she walked, her mind a storm of emotions.
Unlike Ella, the fallen noblewoman, Rachel was not so easily broken. She had a will of steel.
From that day on, Rachel began prowling the estate deliberately. After witnessing Lucian and Sophia, another suspicion had taken root in her mind.
The next afternoon.
As Rachel passed through the hallway, she spotted Nancy—the usually boisterous maid—pressed against the wall, her skirt already hiked up to her waist.
Lucian stood before her, thrusting ruthlessly.
"Hnngh! M-My Lord! The hallway—!"
Nancy clung to his shoulders, pretending to resist.
Thud! Thud! Squelch! Squelch!
Each time her hips slammed against the wall, lewd noises echoed through the corridor.
"Ah—ah!"
Lucian muffled her moans with one hand while biting her nape like a beast.
Rachel froze, watching in horror.
He didn't care if other maids passed by—he took Nancy right there, like an animal in heat. Nancy's face twisted between shame and pleasure.
Two nights later.
Rachel stumbled upon them again—this time in the garden, hidden behind a statue.
Lucian had hiked up Ari's maid skirt, gripping her hips as he pounded into her from behind.
Ari lay face-down in the grass, muffling her whimpers.
Squelch! Squelch! Thud! Thud!
He wasn't just taking her—he was violating her ass.
Ari sobbed in pain at first, but under the Count's relentless thrusts, her cries soon turned to moans.
"Ahh! M-My Lord! It feels... good now!"
Lucian growled like a beast.
"Your ass is too cute. I love how tight it is."
Rachel nearly vomited. Yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from the obscene act unfolding outdoors.
Another morning, outside the laundry room.
Lucian lay across Head Maid Maria's lap like a child.
Her blouse was unbuttoned, her bra pulled aside as he suckled at her exposed breast.
Maria cradled his head with one hand while stroking his massive erection with the other.
The way she handled his desires so naturally—like a longtime lover—sent a chill down Rachel's spine.
A week later, at night.
Rachel followed a faint magical glow and sticky sounds to the basement.
There, she found Ella and I-seo—naked, chained, and kneeling before Lucian.
"I-seo, lick Ella's pussy! Ella, suck I-seo's ass!"
At his command, the two women obeyed, lapping at each other's bodies.
Lucian thrust into I-seo's cunt before forcing Ella to drink his cum straight from his cock.
Even Ella, once a noble lady, had been reduced to nothing but a bitch desperate for his seed.
'This is... madness. This estate... is hell!'
Rachel's mind reeled. The dignified Count she had loved was gone.
In his place stood a depraved monster who dominated and defiled every woman in his reach.
Finally, Rachel realized she could never keep up with him.
She had to give up.
Yet she couldn't leave. As if addicted to the perversion festering in this estate, something held her back.
That morning, Rachel went to the river outside the estate to clear her head.
The cool water and fresh air soothed her, if only for a moment. She hiked up her dress and dipped her bare feet into the stream.
But as she turned to leave—
A rough figure emerged from the woods.
"Heheh. Pretty lady, don't move!"
A bandit. A burly, unkempt man with a lecherous grin.
"Hand over your valuables! Or else—"
"I have nothing on me now."
Rachel kept her voice steady despite her trembling.
"But if you let me go, I'll reward you with a fortune that will last you a lifetime. I am the daughter of House Richard, the wealthiest family in the south."
The bandit eyed her greedily before his gaze turned predatory.
"No valuables? Then you'll pay with your body. Promises mean nothing if you break 'em, noble girl."
He lunged.
"KYAAAH!"
Rachel's scream rippled across the water, but no one came to her aid.
She struggled fiercely, but the bandit struck her neck—knocking her unconscious before slinging her over his shoulder.
As darkness swallowed her vision, one face flashed in her mind.
'Lucian...'
[Images of the scenes described are included in the original text.]