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It was last spring.
Although she could not afford to hire someone every month, Rackley would call in a gardener every spring. The elderly gardener who came every year brought his young grandson along, claiming to teach him the trade.
Gardening required quite a bit of effort. They had to clear away last year’s debris, fertilise the soil, prune the branches, and trim the shapes.
While they were working, the maid Ellyne and Madam Joel could not tear themselves away from the window.
“Oh my, look at those arms. What are we to do?”
Madam Joel did not make a fuss, but Ellyne could not help but exclaim in admiration.
The young grandson was working wearing only a waistcoat.
His broad shoulders and solid arm muscles were impressive. When he wielded a hoe to pull up bushes, he displayed his bulging arms with prominent tendons.
Even Rackley, who intended to warn Ellyne, had her gaze momentarily stolen by those arms.
The sunburnt, brown arms with bulging veins were swollen with effort, and sweat trickled down them.
Why had her gaze been so drawn to those arms?
Why could she not look away?
Why did her thirst not disappear while looking at the arms?
Seeing Kain’s exposed genitals when his trousers came undone, Rackley momentarily recalled that time.
Her face flushed, and she quickly turned her head.
Her eyes burned.
It was a stranger’s genitals. A man’s she had never seen before.
She could not look directly at them.
Above her, she heard Kain chuckle.
Her mouth watered as if she were a famished traveller offered a sweet. Her body sent signals.
Though she was being hunted and controlled by him, Rackley wanted to act with dignity in front of the arrogant tyrant. After all, he was her employee.
The initiative should have been hers.
As she tried to sit up, his erect genitals lightly struck her genitals.
“Cross your legs.”
As he raised his upper body, he entwined Rackley’s naked legs. Her crossed calves rested on his shoulder, and his hot penis entered her as he spread her inner thighs.
It smoothly entered and pressed against Rackley’s clitoris for the last time. It felt strange. The club-like thing rubbed against her delicate inner thigh flesh.
Unlike when it rubbed against her private area over his trousers, the sense of volume was evident now.
Though she only caught a glimpse, it was huge. It was solid and enormous, which made her feel embarrassed and flustered, as if a child were playing with a clenched fist.
“Didn’t you say not to put it in? Let us see how long you can endure.”
According to Rackley’s knowledge, it was the males and men who wanted relief through penetration. However, he laughed, saying he would see how long she could endure. He teased her that she would want his manhood herself.
He began to move his waist, rubbing her thighs.
Only then did Rackley understand through her body why he had said such things.
She was the one who ended up feeling regretful for not being penetrated. His manhood nestled between her narrow thighs, rubbing against her wet and slick genitals and clitoris. The act of his thick manhood passing through her spread flesh seemed like a complete union, only without penetration.
It was already like this just by rubbing; she could only imagine the pleasure his manhood would bring if it were inside her.
As he thrust his waist, his hips struck Rackley’s buttocks. Her chest heaved and her entire body swayed with his movements.
Looking down at Rackley, he firmly grasped her wrists with both hands and pinned them to the sheets, thoroughly violating her.
Only, he did not penetrate her.
His hard manhood pierced through the gap in her thighs, seemingly reaching her inner depths. The glans hung on the outside of her thigh as if it would fall off, then scraped her vaginal entrance and stimulated her clitoris all at once. The area being rubbed gradually widened.
Tears streamed from the corners of Rackley’s eyes due to the thrilling pleasure. She shuddered violently.
“Ah, no, no. You cannot put it in…”
“I will not. Not unless you want me to.”
His breathing grew laboured. His brows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth lifted. As he moved his waist, his upper body swayed, and every time it did, his sweat dripped onto Rackley.
As the man’s scent intensified, Rackley’s breathing also quickened.
What held her back from begging him to penetrate her was not reason, but shudders. She was barely able to breathe and let out moans; there was no room to speak.
“Ah, ah, ah.”
Everything was a new experience and the first sensation for Rackley. Gradually, as his waist movements sped up, the space between her thighs grew hot. Instinctively, Rackley tightened her legs.
She could clearly feel his manhood pressing against her thighs, creating an undulating shape.
His hoarse voice growled her name softly.
Never had her name sounded so sensual.
Rackley’s body trembled violently.
Kain whispered her name once more, leaning down to capture her lips. The pace of his thrusts against Rackley’s buttocks quickened.
Smack, smack, smack!
“Hmm, hah, give it your all.”
The ragged breaths, the jolting impacts, and the shamelessly striking flesh all intensified.
She was helplessly rocked by his movements. Even her heaving bosom was a source of stimulation.
At that moment, Kain exerted force in his gripping hand. His back muscles swelled.
Splatter, the hot fluid spattered on her chest and Rackley’s body, filling the room with a rich, nocturnal floral scent. It was the man’s climax.
Kain, who had been arching his back intensely, now gently swayed his hips to shake off the remnants. Once his chest calmed, he pressed his lips to Rackley’s calf. His gaze, as he looked down at her, still brimmed with heat.
The white liquid trickled down the front of her thigh, pooling atop the tightly sealed, crimson mound.
Rackley, captivated by his gaze, gasped for breath, and trembled.
Kain smeared the liquid that had landed on her chest with his hand, then rubbed his now slick fingers against Rackley’s lips.
“Suck. This is the taste of the man you will enjoy from now on.”
Unconsciously, Rackley licked her lips. Kain did not miss the sight of her red tongue stealing away his seed.
His eyes deepened, and his gaze began to burn even more fiercely.
His thick fingers pried open her sealed lips and entered. Rackley hastily inhaled.
Through the swirling fingers that parted her lips, she could feel his desire.
“Entertain me while we are at the villa.”
The man spoke arrogantly, overlapping their lips.
The night had only just begun.
His manhood, nestled against her thigh, grew hard once more.
* * *
The heavy scent of perfume pervading the room was vulgar. Pulling the soft female form in his arms closer, Kain buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply.
The gentle, tender fragrance filled his lungs.
It was a scent that was distinct from the one filling the room, an undeniably different sweetness, as if he had left the raucous masquerade and opened his eyes beneath a peach tree.
He wished to lie in bed a bit longer, holding her delicate body close, but hunger compelled him to rise.
The sun was already high in the sky, its rays streaming into the room. In the adjacent bed, a red-haired woman lay asleep. Exhausted from the previous night’s escapades, she did not wake even as he moved, her breaths deep and steady.
Her pale shoulders, cascading red hair, and innocent face looked pure and lovely.
It was hard to believe that a woman who had come to the nobles’ villa to sell her body could appear so naïve.
Kain sneered at the thought as his gaze traced the marks on her fair skin. He put on his trousers and left the bedroom.
As Kain emerged, the butler, Brand, who had been standing in the parlour, bowed deeply.
“You are up, my lord.”
“Indeed, I am. What about the meal?”
“It has been prepared.”
Having visited the villa a few times before, Kain made his way to the dining room without needing Brand’s guidance.
As he sat down and drank some water, a servant brought out the food. He hungrily devoured the steak, salad, meat pie, and fruit preserves, only then finding the leisure to think.
As he considered the previous night, he felt a lingering soreness in his loins. Though Rackley had refused to be penetrated, claiming she was a virgin, she had been quite proactive and stirred his desire. Her body had grown hot, wrapping her legs around his waist, and rubbing her private area against his thigh.
Her innocent act was so convincing that Kain had been utterly absorbed. Having abstained for a while, he was even more susceptible to temptation.
She behaved as if everything was new to her, clumsily responding to his touch and blushing with embarrassment. Her moans were quite to his taste.
The memory of the sounds she made as he rubbed his manhood between her legs or pressed her upper body against the sheets, teasing her with his member, lingered in his ears.
Despite her apparent confusion, her face gradually flushed with pleasure. As he recalled her tear-filled eyes gazing up at him, his loins stirred once more.
In truth, even if she had not objected, he had no intention of penetrating her. He had aroused women enough to make them wet before, but he had never released his seed inside them.
As a result, strange rumours circulated that he was impotent. This gossip had spread widely just before he left the capital.
Kain furrowed his brow and shifted his thoughts elsewhere.
It had been a long time since he had enjoyed himself so thoroughly. Were men naturally like such insatiable creatures? He had vowed not to penetrate a woman, and it had been bearable, but her refusal made him more impatient and eager.
‘With skills like that, no wonder she was invited to a noble’s villa.’
“Brand, you’ve chosen the woman well this time. Where did you find her?”
Kain praised the butler, who was in charge of his friend’s villa.
The young Lord Wallington Haverton, the owner of the villa, had rather eclectic tastes and was faithful to his desires, often inviting women to the villa for parties. Thus, friends would come and stay in the villa when it was ownerless, and they would invite women of their liking to stay with them in the villa.
Kain had never been here alone when the owner was absent until now. However, this time, he had wanted to spend a few quiet days and had asked Haverton, whom he had bumped into by chance, to lend him the villa. No, he had informed him that he would use the villa.
He had no intention of inviting a woman, but when he arrived late at the villa last night, there was already a woman there. It seemed that Haverton had hurriedly instructed the butler to prepare a woman.
Upon seeing Rackley in a white muslin dress, Kain changed his mind about spending his time in peace. With a near-naked appearance and moist eyes gazing at him, which man could resist?
Moreover, her rather fresh act of pretending to be a virgin and asking him not to penetrate her was quite appealing.
Feeling like a villain doing wicked deeds, he enjoyed venting his frustrations and even became rather rough. As she continued to refuse penetration, his competitive spirit grew, and he felt the urge to test her limits. He did not penetrate her in the end, but his desire to conquer Rackley grew stronger.
After all, she was a woman who made a living from such things, so he did not need to take responsibility.
Since she was a professional, she would surely use contraception, so there would be no problem even if he penetrated and ejaculated inside her.
‘I could have quite an enjoyable time.’
Kain was pulled out of his reminiscences of last night by the butler Brand’s solemn voice.
“Duke Kain Rascalton.”
The butler stood with his head deeply bowed, unable to meet his gaze.
It was the appearance of a servant who had made a mistake. What could have gone wrong for the butler who had arrived late yesterday?
“Did you see the broken carriage on your way here last night?”
Kain, who had ridden his horse, remembered the carriage he had passed.
“It was the carriage the young lady staying at the villa arrived in, but the wheel broke when it got stuck in a rut. I sent a servant early this morning to help with the repairs and bring the young lady’s luggage.”
“What happened next?”
The butler, raising his head, moistened his dry lips and revealed his anxiety. Butler Brand hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Last night, the young lady only revealed her name, so I thought she was a woman invited by you or the owner. There have been cases where the owner’s guests visit without notice, and women invited by the guests also arrive.”
With a bad feeling, Kain waited for the butler to continue speaking.
“The servant brought her luggage and relayed the coachman’s story… It turns out that the young lady is not a guest of this villa, but a guest of the nearby Solomon family’s villa.”
“The Solomon family? Was there a villa belonging to such a family nearby?”
Kain had never heard of the name before. Judging by the absence of a title, they must have been wealthy gentry.
“Yes, they purchased the Cartley house’s villa last year and renovated it. It is a small villa located near the forest. The young lady arrived alone first because the carriage had broken down, but it seems she mistook this villa for theirs.”
“…You are saying you did not invite that woman?”
It was an absurd statement. However, Kain did not think it was a significant issue. The woman had enjoyed herself as well; it was not a one-sided coercion or assault.
However, the butler Brand’s expression did not improve. On the contrary, it grew darker.
“And? What else is there?”
The butler lowered his head.
It was not the first time the butler had faced a reception room turned into a mess from lovemaking in the morning. This morning, too, the butler silently cleaned up the remnants of last night’s passion. However, he could not hide his embarrassment today.
“That young lady is Lady Rackley Winner of the Winner household.”
Kain was momentarily at a loss for words.