“Heave-ho!”
The coachman shouted at the top of his lungs as he lifted the wheel. Indeed, with Damie out of the carriage, the wheel seemed to rise higher than before.
But that was as far as it went. The muddy ground clung to the wheel like thick dough, refusing to let go. Because of this, the coachman had to continue his struggle.
The sun had long since set behind the mountains. The rain had weakened but continued to fall steadily. The bottom of Damie’s dress, who had been standing with an umbrella for hours, was completely soaked.
‘I’m cold.’
With the sun gone, it was certainly chilly even for a summer night. The rain made it feel even colder. As the wind picked up, her hand holding the umbrella weakened involuntarily.
Damie could hear her teeth chattering from her shivering jaw. The coachman was doing his best, but he was exhausted and couldn’t push any further. It was worrying that he might collapse from overexertion.
“How far is it to home from here? How long would it take to walk?”
“It would take at least three hours on foot, my lady. I’m so sorry…”
The coachman’s face was pale from the cold as he apologized. It was truly a troublesome situation.
Just then, a bright light flickered in the dark forest path ahead.
‘…Could it be a carriage?’
Damie’s eyes widened. The light she saw was a lantern swaying at the front of a carriage. To her relief, a carriage drawn by two sturdy black horses was approaching.
“It seems to be a passing carriage! This is fortunate, my lady. I’ll try to ask for help.”
Damie’s coachman waved his hand, his face brightening.
“Over here, please help us!”
Fortunately, the carriage didn’t pass by. The other coachman, though slightly wet from the rain, was impeccably dressed and stopped his horses. He called out to Damie’s coachman.
“Which household do you serve, and what’s your business here?”
“I’m the coachman of the Count Primulas’s family. My lady’s carriage wheel is stuck in the muddy road, and we can’t move. Could you please lend us some assistance?”
Unexpectedly, the answer to this desperate plea came from much further back.
“…Did you say the Count Primula’s family?”
The voice that cut through the rain was deep and commanding. The color drained from Damie’s cheeks upon hearing it.
She didn’t need to check who was in the carriage to know. But the gleaming black carriage door opened anyway, revealing the figure under the flickering lantern light.
The man’s face, with his robust build and rare silver hair, was breathtakingly handsome. And equally dangerous. His sharp, intense gaze, like that of a predator, slowly swept over Damie.
Their eyes met in the steady rain. He looked at Damie intently from under his white eyelashes and curved his lips into a smile.
“…Then I suppose I must help.”
With Acard’s permission, things progressed quickly. The two coachmen he had brought began working together to remove the wheel of Damie’s carriage.
Damie watched the scene, still holding her umbrella. Her fingertips were cold and her arms numb from holding the umbrella for so long. The handle kept slipping due to the moisture, and her shoulder ached where it had hit her.
Damie wiped her damp palm on her skirt and switched the umbrella to her other hand. But that hand was wet too, so it didn’t help much.
“Damie.”
Acard called to her from the half-open carriage door, wearing a seductive smile.
“Stop getting rained on and come inside the carriage.”
Come on.
Under the flickering lantern, his shadowed face was beautiful to the point of being bewitching. Could the legendary beast that steals maidens’ bodies and hearts, leading them to their deaths, look like this?
His excessively straight and sharp features gave a cold impression. His thick eyebrows, vivid violet eyes, high nose bridge, and masculine lips combined to create his unique and intense aura.
Yet when that face smiled, it became exceptionally sweet, and the contrast in expressions made countless women’s hearts flutter. They fell into the illusion of being special, thinking such a fierce and arrogant man smiled only for them.
Unfortunately, Damie was not such a woman. She stared blankly at Acard’s handsome face smiling at her. And she realized.
‘He… doesn’t regret what happened in the locker room at all.’
If he had cared about her even a little, he would have been more cautious by now. He would have asked why she was angry that day.
‘No, he would have apologized long before that.’
If he had felt uncomfortable meeting her directly, he would have at least sent a letter. That’s what ‘sincerity’ means.
But Acard didn’t do that. He just… ignored Damie’s reaction from that day as if it never happened. He didn’t even consider the possibility that she might have been hurt or genuinely angry.
Or perhaps he didn’t feel she was worth the effort to appease, even if she was.
“Stop being stubborn. You’ll catch a cold.”
And now he was trying to entice her with an even sweeter voice. Casually, like an owner calling back a dog he had kicked away.
‘Ah.’
At that moment, Damie suddenly realized that she would never be able to love Acard Valerian.
*** *** *** *** ***
On that day, Acard was in a particularly low mood. Looking out the window, he muttered as if chewing his words.
“It’s raining.”
He didn’t particularly like rainy days. It made people overly sentimental. Just as rain-soaked debris flows down revealing the garbage buried underneath, memories tucked away in a corner of the mind were similar.
The memory soaking his mind today was none other than last night’s events. In his dream last night, there appeared a seductive beauty with rose-colored hair.
“Ah, no, Lord Acard…”
Damie’s white, smooth skin had patches of floral hues. It looked delicious, as if biting it would release a tangy juice.
Acard bit her pale pink shoulder. The feeling of her skin clinging to his lips and tongue was exquisite.
Ah, yes. I knew you’d be this sweet. Acard tasted her slightly sweaty, smooth skin persistently, leaving nothing untouched. The hollow of her collarbone, the narrow space between her ample breasts, even the folding part behind her thighs, he didn’t miss a spot.
Damie tilted her head back and shook it.
“No, don’t lick me like that…!!”
That damned ‘no’ fell on deaf ears. But at this moment, it was a meaningless word anyway. Damie was, as you can see, now lying helplessly exposed in her delicate nakedness.
What could she do now? Acard sneered, stretching his lips, and carelessly tore the bed sheet. Then he used that cloth to tightly bind Damie’s limbs.
“Ah…”
Damie whimpered, her neck stretched out before the beast’s fangs, her body bound. The moisture in her pretty blue eyes aroused him even more. His chest swelled with the urge to drive her more cruelly, to make her burst into tears.
Acard roughly turned her over. Then he grasped her luscious buttocks, lifting them up. She tried to crawl away with her bound arms, now in a position like a vulgar bitch.
“Stay still!”
He was sick of seeing Damie Primula trying to escape. Acard growled, pressing down on her from above to prevent her from running away. And as if to punish her, he slapped the white buttocks swaying before his eyes.
“Kyaa!”
Damie froze in shock as her buttocks were struck hard. Acard didn’t miss this opportunity and spread her reddened buttocks, thrusting his cock deep inside.
“Aah!!”
“Huu…”
A satisfied moan escaped Acard’s lips. Yes, this was the sensation. The feeling of her already wet insides tightly gripping his cock, hot and snug, was incredible. It was such a deliciously good body. It was her fault for teasing him by swaying such a body in front of him, seeming to offer it but not quite.
Acard, licking his lips, thrust his cock, as thick as a child’s arm, to the hilt. Damie moaned, struggling with the formidable object fully inside her. Seeing her usually haughty face sobbing helplessly, he felt like his head would go crazy with excitement.
Squelch― Squelch―
Pulling Damie’s bound wrists back, he began to move his hips. Each time he violently thrust his cock to the depths and pulled it out, he felt a pleasure that seemed to melt him.
He thrust into her, stabbing, poking, and digging into her insides while roughly shaking his hips. Regardless of Damie’s crying, he pressed down on the white, sweet body before him greedily, rubbing and thrusting into the tight insides until they were worn out.
The sticky, hot tightness of her insides quickly brought him to the brink of climax. He clung to Damie’s back, shaking his hips. Each time he dug between her legs, faster and more violently, his pleasure intensified immensely.
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