Chapter 25

KWAANG!

“W-What?”

With a loud crash, the wall was smashed. A large hole opened up, big enough to make me think I would have been severely hurt if I had been leaning against the wall instead of the door. This wasn’t an accident caused by faulty construction.

“H-How did you get here…?”

“You were in a place like this.”

I rubbed my eyes and checked the person who appeared before me again. It was the Ian I knew. It had only been a month, but he seemed taller, and his face looked thinner. His appearance made me almost burst into tears out of pity, but seeing the anger in Ian’s eyes made my tears quickly disappear.

‘Should I run away?’

“Going to run away again?”

“No, I’m not.”

He’s quick-witted. I tried to back away to the doorway, pretending to be unconcerned, but something suddenly wrapped around my ankle, preventing me from backing up any further.

And before I could think of a solution, a brief, meaningless struggle, a sudden kiss, and a slow, lingering touch followed. My mind felt dizzy from the sudden situation, but that was just the beginning.

Ian’s hand, which had been uttering words so shameful that my ears burned and my whole body flinched, slipped under my skirt and touched my thigh.

“You’ll be with me forever, Ellie. Promise me.”

***

“Ahh!”

“Promise me. Now.”

Ian pushed aside my underwear and rubbed my clit. Startled by his touch, I tried to close my legs, but Ian’s leg blocked me, leaving me unable to do anything.

This was an extremely bewildering turn of events. I was having such intimate contact with someone who used to get flustered even if we accidentally brushed against each other.

Was this really Ian? Could someone change this much in just the month I’d been away from the estate?

Suspicious of the situation, I looked up at the person straddling me.

“D-don’t stare, mmh.”

Embarrassed by Ian’s intense gaze, I turned my head away.

“I told you not to look away.”

“Aah!”

I didn’t have the presence of mind to doubt whether this was Ian anymore. His finger slipped between my folds. His long, thick finger explored inside me as if searching, then quickly withdrew.

“Hngh!”

It was too soon to feel relieved. This time, something even thicker entered me.

“Just two fingers and you already look like you’re struggling.”

“Ugh, please take them out…”

“No. If I put mine in while you’re like this, you’ll tear.”

I could vividly feel him spreading his fingers to widen me. Then the number of fingers tormenting me inside increased by one more.

“Hngh… I hate it.”

“Liar.”

Every time Ian’s fingers moved in and out, I could hear wet sounds. Embarrassed, I tried to pull my body back, and Ian obediently withdrew his hand from between my legs. His hands moved to my wrists. He guided my arms around his neck as he pressed his upper body against mine.

“Don’t let go.”

He kissed my lips lightly as he rubbed himself against me again. I’d never experienced this before, but I instinctively knew what was about to happen.

“Wait, hold on…!”

I tried to push against Ian’s shoulders, but he didn’t budge.

“You’re already breaking your promise?”

Ian grabbed both my arms and made me wrap them around him again. Then, after shackling my ankles, he fastened shackles around my wrists as well. The moment I shivered slightly at the cold metal touching my wrists, something much thicker than his fingers pushed inside me.

“Hngh!”

Pain shot through me as I was stretched unbearably wide below. I reflexively tried to kick him away, but with the shackles still locked around my ankles, I had no choice but to keep my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Phew… It’s really tight.”

Ian let out a small groan as he pushed deeper inside. I wanted to push him away, but with my wrists locked in place, all I could do was cling tightly to him.

Ian was very slow. Whenever I showed pain, he’d pause his entry and shower my eyes, cheeks, and lips with kisses. Once I calmed down, he’d push in a little more.

“Relax.”

He rubbed my clit with his fingers as he slid deeper inside. Was he finally all the way in? As the tension eased, I breathed slowly and deeply, like someone taking their first breath after being born.

“You’re already struggling when only half is in. What are you going to do?”

“Ahhh!”

I’d been mistaken. Without warning, the hot, thick length plunged deep inside. The tremendous shock left me frozen, forgetting even to breathe.

“Haaah… Ahh.”

“Wow…”

Ian closed his eyes and pressed his lips against mine.

“I want to stay like this forever.”

His lips tickled mine with every word. As Ian began to thrust slowly, my lips naturally parted. He kept breathing into me as he moved his hips.

“Ah, hah, slowly, mmph.”

Contrary to my wishes, his movements quickened slightly.

Suddenly, the situation felt unreal. That Ian and I were pressed skin to skin. As if that wasn’t enough, Ian’s cock was stirring inside me. All the while, he was sucking deeply at my neck and rubbing my nipples with his fingers.

“…Hngh.”

With my hands and feet bound, I couldn’t resist and could only follow Ian’s lead. No, even if I hadn’t been tied up, I wouldn’t have been able to resist.

I didn’t have a moment for any other thoughts, and moans kept slipping from my lips as my mouth fell open without me realizing it.

But this was strange. Just moments ago, it had been painful.

“Really, hah, this is so weird… Ah!”

At some point, I could hear squelching sounds from where we were joined. As the pain faded, a tingling sensation spread from my head to my toes, and I kept moaning.

Ian was looking down at me. He still looked out of it, but his anger seemed to have faded. No, he actually looked pleased.

“Ngh.”

How much time had passed? Ian let out the groan he’d been holding back as he finished thrusting. I felt something spill inside me and closed my eyes. My legs went limp. The legs that had been wrapped around Ian’s waist slid down onto the sheets. At some point, the cold shackles around my ankles had disappeared.

Without pulling out, Ian pressed his lips to my eyes, nose, and cheeks.

“That tickles…”

Each time his lips touched me, I couldn’t help but laugh. I giggled as I accepted Ian’s kisses, then belatedly realized with a jolt.

‘What did I just do with Ian?’

I’d done something outrageous. The very thing Ian had done over and over with Ethel in the original story.

I knew full well that things had diverged a lot from the original ever since Ian lost interest in Ethel.

‘But to do something like this with me?’

Things had changed far too much from the original story. Unlike the original Ian, who had always been forceful and intimidating, the current Ian had been gentle in his own way. Of course, it still hurt. And that wasn’t all. In the original story, Ian only did this with Ethel—the person he loved. He didn’t even like touching or being touched by anyone else.

When he came to find me, I’d been so happy I nearly cried… But this sudden turn of events left me confused about what to do.

“What am I going to do? I was planning to go straight home.”

He kissed my lips with a loud smack before continuing.

“Seeing you smile makes me want to do it again.”

I could already feel it. Ian’s cock inside me was swelling.

“Ah…”

A moan escaped me as he began thrusting slowly again, and at the same time, warning bells went off in my head. In the original story, once he started, he’d go at it over and over until Ethel passed out. Ethel had the stamina to handle him for quite a while, but I didn’t. My stamina was trash.

Maybe that’s why Angelo brought the current Ethel here—for her stamina. She actually had the physical strength to practice kendo as a hobby, so if things had worked out between them, she would’ve been able to take Ian quite well.

‘I need to stop this now.’

My mind was clearly thinking that, but my body couldn’t refuse Ian. His lips tickling my chest and his cock stirring inside me left me dazed.

“Thinking about something else?”

“Hngh!”

Ian suddenly thrust deep inside me. The overwhelming sensation made my head fall back involuntarily. When I trembled in shock, his thrusts grew even more intense. There was a sense of madness in the way he obsessively targeted the spot he knew I liked.

I arched my back and cried out as waves of intense pleasure crashed over me. Ian kissed me while mercilessly toying with me from above and below.

“Haa, aah! W-wait… just a second!”

As I writhed in pleasure, I suddenly remembered something important and tried to stop Ian. I’d forgotten. Ian hadn’t come through the door. I realized this as I looked at the gaping hole in the wall.

“People will see us!”

I spoke quietly, afraid someone in the next room or hallway might hear, but Ian didn’t seem concerned.

“Don’t worry. I made sure no one can enter this building until we leave.”

“What about Angelo? What if Angelo comes in…!”

Angelo’s magical abilities were formidable. No matter how many knights tried to stop him, couldn’t he just teleport right in?

“You have the luxury to worry about that bastard?”

Ian’s voice dropped low. I swallowed involuntarily at his barely restrained anger.

“Are you… mad?”

Instead of answering, Ian expressed his anger with his hips. He moved his hips violently while staring directly into my eyes without a word.

“Hng, hngh, ple-ease, ah, s-s-slo-slowly, ngh.”

Ian pounded deep inside me and pulled out rapidly, leaving me breathless and unable to speak properly. His lips covered mine. The kiss was even more intense than before. Each time I ran out of breath, Ian breathed into my mouth. I had no choice but to cling to his neck like a lifeline and accept his tongue.

“Aah…”

Every time Ian rubbed my hardened nipples between his index finger and thumb, my hips kept jerking. My mind went blank. My body swayed with Ian’s movements, but there was nothing I could do about it.

At some point, Ian slowed his hip movements and raised his upper body. Thanks to that, I could finally breathe slowly. But soon my legs were lifted high. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and began thrusting rapidly again.

“Hng, ah! Aah!”

Tears flowed down as the stimulation grew increasingly intense. Ian licked away the tears flowing down the corners of my eyes. Unlike the rough pounding below, his lips were tender.

I was rocked beneath Ian for quite a long time, but fortunately I didn’t pass out. Whenever I felt like I might faint from the overwhelming pressure and stimulation, he would slow down on his own.

“Let’s go home and wash up.”

As Ian slowly pulled himself out, I felt something trickle out from inside me.

“Mmh…”

Ian kissed my lips as I answered weakly, then got up lightly. I watched as he opened the wardrobe and pulled out a dress.

“I’ll, I’ll put it on myself.”

“Stay still. It’s hard for you.”

He began dressing me. Even though I was lying there limply, which must have been bothersome, he was humming to himself.

“Should I keep dressing you from now on?”

“No… I’ll pass.”

When I answered weakly, Ian smiled softly and gave me a brief kiss.

“Let’s go home, get cleaned up, and eat your favorite food.”

“Mm…”

Maybe it was because Ian brought up food, but I suddenly felt hungry. And no wonder—the food at the Bellocchio ducal estate was good enough to rival the imperial palace. It was worlds apart from what I’d eaten while living as a fugitive.

“And then let’s do our favorite thing to our heart’s content.”

“Our favorite thing?”

What was it that we liked? A sense of unease crept over me, but it must be my imagination. I’m just too dazed right now to think of anything else.

“Sex.”

“……”

But it wasn’t my imagination. Ian zipped up my dress while casually dropping that bombshell of a word.

“B-but we just did it a lot just now.”

“We barely did anything. I could tell you were on edge the whole time, worried that bastard might show up.”

Being intimate with Ian was confusing, but it felt so good that I accepted it without resistance. But I didn’t want to do as much as he called “plenty.” I didn’t think my body could handle it.

Besides, I needed time to sort out my thoughts. I’d left Ian to survive, to clear the quest. Now that I knew the truth—that I had to keep living in this world—Ian coming to find me wasn’t such a bad situation after all.

Though my first time having sex had been painful at first, as the stimulation continued, my stray thoughts faded, and I gradually began to feel pleasure.

“Well, doing it that much is a bit…”

Ian thought of me as a friend. I’d realized that fact after spending a long time with him. I’d hoped so many times that maybe he liked me, but hadn’t I been let down by those expectations every single time? Yet here he was, doing this kind of thing with me, his friend—Ian’s changed behavior left me confused.

But soon I was able to sort out my thoughts. He probably found the idea of marrying someone new bothersome and had come to realize his responsibility to have an heir, no matter who his wife was.

He was simply trying to fulfill his marital duties. Though I still didn’t understand why he wanted to do it that much.

“Just so you know, you won’t be leaving this room until you can’t even think about that bastard.”

I was scared because Ian seemed like he’d actually do that. Forcing a smile, I asked.

“Um… since it’ll take some time to get home, wouldn’t it be better to wash up here first?”

Wanting to delay going home as long as possible, I tried to escape to the bathroom, but my legs gave out and I immediately collapsed.

“How are you supposed to wash up in such a cramped place?”

‘I’ve been using it just fine all this time…’

As he spoke like some chaebol male lead from a drama, what little fight I had left in me vanished completely. Ian effortlessly scooped me up and walked with heavy steps. Instead of heading to the bathroom, he casually stepped over the broken wall and walked down the hallway. Since I hadn’t washed up, I could feel something trickling down between my legs again. Having a pretty good idea what it was, I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment.

At that moment, a gentle breeze tickled my face, as if we’d already left the inn. I slowly opened my eyes and…

“What the—?”

I cried out in shock at the familiar stone wall. I’d only closed my eyes for a second, yet we’d already arrived in front of the Bellocchio ducal estate.

“Surprised?”

“I heard you can’t teleport to other empires…”

“Ah, you didn’t know. The Bellocchio family can easily teleport to the Magenta Empire.”

“How?”

“A hundred years ago, when the Magenta Empire was struggling against a demonic invasion, our family led the charge to help them.”

I guess that’s why he was able to find me so quickly.

As Ian carried me through the main gate, it locked behind us. Once we settled into the waiting carriage, it began to move. I gazed out the window at the vast gardens of the Bellocchio ducal estate.

The garden I saw again after a month was just as I remembered. It was refreshing, decorated more with grass and trees than flowers, and the table where I’d often enjoyed snacks was still in its place. Despite the passage of a month, everything looked peaceful, but there was one problem.

“Do I really have to sit like this?”

“Yeah.”

I was sitting on Ian’s lap instead of beside him. I could feel something pressing against my bottom growing harder. As the carriage jostled, I ended up inadvertently rubbing against it.

When I tried to shift away, Ian wrapped his arms tightly around my waist to prevent my escape and bit my neck.

“Ah!”

“Unless you want to roll around in here, stay still.”

“Ugh… fine.”

The carriage quickly arrived in front of the main building. Ian scooped me up, so even after we arrived, my feet never touched the ground of the estate.

“You have arrived, sir.”

Ian walked briskly, casually ignoring the servants’ greetings.

In an instant, we were in a room with just the two of us. And only then did my feet finally touch the floor.

‘At last…’

I tried to walk to the bathroom to wash up with my newly freed ankles, but Ian stuck so close to me that before I could move, my back was pressed against the door.

He grabbed both my cheeks and tilted my head up toward him. At the same time, our lips met. I heard the wet sounds of our tongues tangling, and his hardness rubbed against my stomach.

“Mmm… I need to wash up.”

I managed to say that while barely holding onto my reason as Ian nibbled on my earlobe, but he answered by tearing my dress instead. That made two dresses ruined today already. Both by Ian’s hands. And Ian himself was absentmindedly groping my breasts without a shred of guilt.

“We agreed to wash up as soon as we got home!”

“Yeah. That’s why I took it off for you.”

This is undressing? More like ripping. Before I could protest, Ian wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted me by the thighs. Startled by my body suddenly floating without warning, I hugged Ian’s neck even tighter.

“I-I can walk on my own!”

“Let’s wash together.”

“What are you talking about? We’ve always used separate bathrooms.”

“I’ll wash you from now on.”

With each step Ian took, his hardness rubbed against me between my legs. It felt like it was grinding against me, trying to get inside, and heat rushed to my face. Even though Ian was wearing pants, I could still feel it so clearly—it was overwhelming.

“Ian, put me down.”

“Mm.”

He casually ignored my request. I tried to close my legs, but Ian’s waist blocked the way, leaving me no choice. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to suppress the sounds threatening to escape. But down below, against my will, it seemed like I was getting wetter and wetter.

When Ian removed one hand from supporting my thigh, I had to tighten my legs around his waist to keep from falling.

“Hng.”

His fingertips touched my back. As he slowly traced down my spine to my bottom, goosebumps rose across my skin.

“I said I’m scared!”

When I snapped at him for no reason, Ian chuckled low and resumed supporting my thigh as he walked.

He sat me on the edge of the tub, pressed another light kiss to my lips, then began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. The firm muscles that had been hidden gradually revealed themselves. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the beautifully sculpted muscles, like a work of art. I swallowed without realizing it.

Then I saw it. The front of Ian’s pants was wet. It had to be where my lower half had been pressed against him.

‘Eek!’

I was mortified. My mouth said no, but my body was betraying me, and I wanted to move the pants out of sight right in front of Ian so he wouldn’t see that mark.

“R-right! Let’s just hurry up and wash. Take your pants off already.”

“How proactive.”

“No, we just need to wash up quickly and eat…”

I deliberately avoided Ian’s intense gaze as I reached for his pants. With trembling hands, I pulled down the zipper. So natural. Now I just had to pull the pants down and get them out of sight—then the plan would be a success. But.

“What, why?”

Ian caught my wrist, stopping me.

“But why are my pants wet?”

‘Fuck, I’m embarrassed.’

Seeing that leisurely smile curl his lips made me bristle. Ian had known all along.

“H-how should I know! Whatever. You wash first.”

Mortified, I jumped up and turned my back, but Ian pulled me toward him by the waist. Something hot and hard, like a rod, pressed against my waist. It was Ian himself, no longer hidden by clothes.

As I struggled to get away, he tightened his arm around my waist, holding me close. With his other hand, he slowly rubbed my stomach while grinding himself against my waist.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“I need to check something.”

The hand rubbing my stomach moved lower. Startled, I tried to stop him with both hands, but I was no match for Ian’s strength.

“Haah.”

A strange sound escaped my lips. The bathroom made it echo, making it sound even stranger.

“Ellie, so you were the culprit. The one who got my pants wet.”

He said this as he rubbed my clit.

“You need to be punished.”

“Hngh!”

I could vividly feel his fingers sliding inside me. His other hand, which had been wrapped around my waist, began rubbing and pinching my nipples. My legs kept going weak, forcing me to hang onto Ian’s arm—the very one tormenting my breasts.

“I really only meant to wash up, but I can’t help myself now.”

For someone claiming he couldn’t help it, his voice sounded far too pleased.

When I came to my senses, I realized my body was pressed flat against the wall, my chest pressed against it. Something hot and angry was grinding against the cleft of my ass. I didn’t need to check to know what that thing was.

“This is…”

The position was too strange. What had been between my cheeks now began rubbing against my clit and entrance.

“Ian, mmh… stop rubbing. It feels weird.”

“I’m not the one moving.”

I froze, shocked by his words. What he said was true. Incredibly, I was the one moving my hips, grinding against Ian’s length. I was even up on my tiptoes.

“Huh…?”

“Haha.”

Ian burst out laughing, and mortified, I struggled to break free, but he overpowered me far too easily. With one hand, he restrained both of my wrists above my head.

I felt something thick entering me from below. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing raggedly.