Chapter 3.2

Despite the horrible dream of having s*x with her stepbrother, Yvonne woke up the next morning feeling more refreshed than ever. Her body felt light and her mind was clear. In the dim light of dawn, a small bird’s cry came in through the window. It was clearly much earlier than I usually woke up. But I didn’t feel like I could fall asleep again.

The headaches that had plagued Yvonne since childhood were gone. There was none. She quietly got out of bed and went to the window. The sky was clear without a cloud. It was a rare sight in Schmidt Castle, which was covered with fog all year round. Yvonne watched the sun rise. She watched from afar.

There was the sound of servants and knights moving around. Yvonne felt someone quietly opening her door and coming in. She sat down by the window and turned her head quietly.

Nora seemed a little surprised. 

Lately, Yvonne has been taking sleeping pills that Logan gives her and sleeps until the sun is high in the sky. I thought she would smile or say hello when their eyes met. But Yvonne looked embarrassed. 

Laughing, Nora clasped her hands together and looked away.

“Nora?”

“Miss….”

Nora would always make that face when she had trouble saying something. Every time that happened, Yvonne would nag her to talk. 

But…I didn’t want to listen today. If I didn’t listen, wouldn’t it all just be like it never happened? If I let it go like this, nothing would happen… 

Nora opened her mouth as if she had made up her mind.

“His Majesty… His Majesty…He passed away….”

A clear sentence flowed from her mouth, but Yvonne blinked without understanding its meaning.

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When she was 10 years old or younger. 

Yvonne was having dinner with her father, whose face she had forgotten, for the first time in a long time. It was because her great-uncle Sebastian had asked her to join him for dinner.

There were various things in front of her. There were forks and knives of various sizes lined up. They didn’t usually give this much. Perhaps it was because they were preparing a formal dinner for their great-uncle. Yvonne felt as if the knives and forks were going to stab her.

A steak bigger than her fist was placed in front of her. Yvonne hated meat. But she never told anyone that.

I stuck my fork deep into the meat. I was clumsily cutting the meat. A stream of water poured out from above. Yvonne somehow suppressed the feeling of wanting to vomit.

But maybe she doesn’t hate meat as much as she thinks. She can just endure it and eat it. 

Seeing what she could, Yvonne carefully put a small piece of steak into her mouth. At that moment, a cold l*quid splashed on her face.

“That f*cking bitch!”

Across the table, her great-uncle said to her, Yvonne blinked several times, her eyes wide open, her fork and knife tightly gripped. The l*quid in her eyes made it hard to focus.

“You still can’t tell the difference between forks?”

My great-uncle’s red face looked blurry. Yvonne quickly turned her eyes to the plate. She felt her heart beating fast.

The sound of his father chopping meat next to him cut through the man’s menacing screams. Yvonne glanced around nervously. The employees were standing still as if nothing had happened. Yvonne’s eyes turned to the rows of forks.

‘Another fork… the right fork… .’

In front of my eyes Maybe it was because it was cloudy, but the forks all looked the same size.

‘What should I do… What should I do…?’

Her mind went blank. Yvonne looked back at the plate of steak. The steak was soaking in cold water. It was w*t. Water and blood mixed together and pooled at the bottom of the plate. I carefully lowered my head, and the water soaking my wig dripped down my cheek and onto the plate.

Yvonne chewed the meat in her mouth. She had to empty her plate. 

After the meal is over… I have to empty my plate… .

My tongue feels cold. I raise my head and slowly open my eyes, and I see a white plate. For a moment, I just stare, struck by how spotless it looks. On it, there’s steak.

‘Wasn’t there blood…?’

Looking again, there was only a little water left. Yvonne blinked slowly.

“Yvonne.”

When I raised my head, I saw someone I knew. I was sitting on the floor. There was a plate of water in front of him. I couldn’t tell what was going on.

“What’s wrong? It’s like it’s broken.”

“That… fork…”

The voice was trembling sweetly. It took my breath away. It was the same. I was going to get in trouble… But what… What should I do…?

“That’s enough, come here.”

Logan smiled, contrary to expectations. He reached out to Yvonne. Thank goodness. A sigh of relief. She exhaled. But Yvonne’s heart continued to beat rapidly.

Logan shook his head as he carefully got up. Strangely, his limbs suddenly stopped moving as if they were frozen in place.

“You have to crawl here.”

“Ah…”

Yvonne quickly put her hands on the floor. Only then did she remember what she was doing. She was licking water from a plate on the floor. The water tasted a little sweet.

But now it didn’t matter. She crawled across the floor to Logan. When she was within his reach, Logan patted her head.

“Good job. Now I’ll give you a reward.”

Logan unbuckled his pants. She heard the zipper go down, and soon a half-erect p*nis popped out of his briefs. Even in that state, the size alone was intimidating.

Yvonne’s face stiffened, and Logan let out a quiet, pleased smile as he watched her reaction.

His thick hand wrapped around the length, stroking it slowly, deliberately. Yvonne sat directly in front of him, forced to watch as it swelled in his grasp—the flushed, growing shape making her breath catch with anxious anticipation.

“Yvonne, open your mouth.”

I don’t know what his intentions are, but Logan’s orders are always clear. When Yvonne opened her mouth, Logan reached out to the back of her head. Pressing it and bringing it to his gr*in.

Getting closer, I could feel the hot heat. I closed my mouth in surprise, but the p*nis was pressed against my lips. A sticky l*quid came out from the tip.

“Suck it.”

“Huh…? Ugh…!”

You want me to suck this? I tried to ask back, but a p*nis was shoved into my open mouth. Compared to a man’s object, only the tip of the gl*ns and part of the p*nis could barely fit in the much smaller mouth.

“Don’t even expect to put it in. Move your head.”

It was suffocating. Every breath I took filled my lungs with his scent, thick and consuming. I felt a physical fear of suffocation as I felt his p*nis. 

The shame of having it in her mouth washed over her.

But I had to follow his orders. I felt like I had to. Again and again, I brought him to the edge of my throat… and pulled back, breathless.

“Breathe through your nose. Tighten the inside of your cheek. Just like when you tighten it with your v*gina… . Lift the tip of your tongue and lick the bottom, okay?”

As the p*nis moves in and out of her mouth it grows in size. It was burdensome, but Yvonne endured it bravely.

“Okay… you’re doing great… . You’re really, huh… a good dog…”

Logan’s speech became slow. On the contrary, his breathing became faster. Behind her head, his fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her with trembling control.

Yvonne kept moving, her mouth working over him, and slowly lifted her gaze. Her eyes traced the lines of his body — the hint of abs showing through his half-raised shirt, carved in lean definition. A crisp, buttoned shirt framed his chest. Then a collarbone, sharp and pronounced. A jawline cut clean.

And then…

“…… !”

The moment he met my crimson eyes, my hair was grabbed. All the way to my throat. His p*nis went in deeply, and tears welled up in my eyes as I felt like someone was strangling me.

I tried to pull my head out, but it was useless. I couldn’t stop him from poking his p*nis into my mouth. There was no way. 

The hand holding her hair gained strength. His waist started moving faster and faster.

The force of it was overwhelming—unreal, almost as if even her own body couldn’t believe how deep she was buried. It had to be a dream. Just like now…

Logan gently twisted Yvonne’s head, guiding her as she moved helplessly beneath him. Watching himself sink into the small, yielding shape of her mouth, his focus blurred.

Everything else faded. That sharp edge—that rushing urgency—was building far faster than usual.

“Ugh!”

The man thrust his waist hard once, and thick s*men poured into the back of her throat. A pungent smell filled her stomach. Nausea and mixed in my mouth together.

“Gasp… Ugh…!”

As she was catching her breath, spitting out the s*men she couldn’t swallow, the man’s hand came up to her. He stroked Yvonne’s trembling cheek and chin. Lifting it. With a hand so gentle that it was hard to believe it was the man who had been mercilessly shoving his p*nis into his sister’s mouth.

“Are you hurt? I’m sorry.”

He didn’t look sorry at all. But to Yvonne, It was the first time she had heard of an apology. She didn’t know how to respond, so she kept her mouth shut.

When my vision became blurry, my arm was grabbed. A strong arm wrapped around my waist and my leg was pulled. He sat her down. He kissed her on the cheek a few times and whispered softly in her ear.

“How was my c*m… hmm?”

“……”

“Was it delicious?”

Was it delicious? No way. But I spat out completely different words.

“Yes….”

Yeah… Seeing that she could just swallow it like this after it went down her throat, maybe she… 

“I’ll feed you a lot from now on.”

Logan smiled slowly and opened the front of the nightgown Yvonne was wearing. He started to gently sweep up the white inner thighs that were revealed under the gown. As his hand went up higher and higher, his breathing became more rapid. And soon when it reached the v*gina… 

“Ugh… .”

“You’re w*t.”

His hand moved between her legs, gliding over the soft folds with deliberate pressure. Logan lifted one of Yvonne’s legs and drew it over his thigh, guiding her into motion. Then, with a sharp smack, his palm met the heat between her legs.

“Ah!”

“Answer me, Yvonne.”

“I… I…”

I couldn’t understand English. I didn’t have any dirty thoughts, and Logan clicked his tongue in pity as he watched Yvonne grinning without even touching her body.

“Ha… It’s time for you to say it with your own mouth.”

“……”

“You got w*t while sucking my d*ck? This is what you imagine poking your v*gina with.”

“Yes, yes… . That’s right, huh… .”

His fingers dug into her inside roughly. Her legs curled up on their own, but Logan’s thighs blocked them. 

She instinctively grabbed his wrist. As always, she couldn’t push it away. But Logan punished her by increasing the number of fingers going in and out of her v*gina to two, then three. The stimulation that makes her insides boil becomes stronger and stronger.

“Whoa… ahh, aah…!”

Logan buried his face in Yvonne’s neck and squeezed her br*ast with his other hand as if he was going to burst it. He didn’t even touch it. He muttered and cursed in Yvonne’s ear, calling her a lewd woman who erected her n*pples even though she didn’t do anything. All the while, he continued to brush his lips against her ear and neck.

Every time Logan’s fingers poked his inner walls, I heard the sound of a palm hitting my v*gina, which was soaked with love juice. I felt like my lower body was being completely crushed. The man’s p*nis, which was touching my b*tt, was already erect again.

“Yes, ah…! I… got w*t…while sucking your…ah, d*ck! Aaah, Logan!”

My mouth moved on its own. The stimulation he gave me was so intense. It felt like my whole body had become a g*nitalia.

He stirred his fingers inside her and pumped out his juices. W*t c*m spurted up to her thighs. When she was almost at her cl*max…

“Uh… Ah…”

His fingers slipped out of the hole. My waist, still hot, felt miserable. I was making a fuss by myself.

Yvonne opened her eyes quietly. When she turned her head, she saw Logan’s face smiling broadly.

“Logan…?”

“Do you want to c*m?”

A twisted lust stirred—the kind that even a priest couldn’t have restrained. Yvonne nodded quickly, breath unsteady, and threw herself into Logan’s arms.

“Yes…! Please….”

Logan just smiled as he watched tears welling up in Yvonne’s eyes. But that was only for a moment, The smile disappeared from his lips as Yvonne flinched and fell into his arms. He licked his lips nervously and hugged her close.

“You put it in.”

“… … !”

There was something hot and hard in Yvonne’s hand. It was grabbed tightly. She looked down at her hand and realized that she had grabbed his p*nis. She was surprised and almost fainted. But at the same time, her lower body twitched and she spit out her fl*id.

‘I want to put it in. I want to poke my inside with this. But how… ‘

“Can I help you?”

When she raised her head, she saw Logan smiling warmly. Yvonne felt that his impatience was due to his lust. She nodded quickly.

Logan made her sit across him with her thighs spread open. His gestures were urgent. But Yvonne was equally urgent.

She felt two large hands grip her pelvis. Something blunt touched her v*gina. Only then did Yvonne suddenly realize that his p*nis was too big to fit in her hands. She was terrified and pulled away, but it was already too late.

“Hey… wait, Logan… ugh!”

His thing penetrated me in an instant. The huge p*nis ruthlessly scratched my weak spot and filled my inside. It was full. My body jerked greatly in shock.

“Ahhhhh..♡”

“Ugh…!”

My body, already completely covered in excitement, reached its cl*max just by that. Logan was squeezing me like crazy. Because of that, we had to stop moving for a moment. 

The two hugged each other and caught their breath.

“Ha… Ah, Lo, Logan… .”

It was Yvonne who started to shake her hips first. Logan smiled lowly and said to her He grabbed her b*ttocks and stood up from the chair. Yvonne unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Ngh….”

Is it because her field of vision has gotten higher, or is it because the man has come deeper into her? It was dizzying. The man’s p*bic hair roughly rubbed her cl*toris where they were touching. Yvonne groaned and clung to Logan.

“Ha, wait a minute… Go to the bed right now, and f*ck me until I pass out…I’ll give it to you… .”

It seemed that it was Yvonne herself who had been shaking her waist. Not knowing what to do, she buried her face in his neck and sobbed.

“Please… quickly… .”

He was soothing me with his back as he stroked it. A voice is heard muttering, clicking its tongue.

“Ugh… The funeral is tomorrow, you idiot… I was trying to do it moderately…”

‘Funeral? Whose… ‘

Yvonne barely had time to think before her back hit the bed. Logan moved swiftly, lifting her legs and resting them over his shoulders .

“Ugh, ugh… . Too… deep… Aah!♡”

The sight before her eyes became completely white. Yvonne let go of every stray thought, every hesitation, and gave in, utterly and completely.