Chapter 6.2

“If you want more, come to the bed too.”

“……”

He was speaking to Logan. But Alexander didn’t seem interested in waiting for a reply. He carried Yvonne straight to the bedroom.

His large frame blocked Logan from view. An ominous feeling settled in her chest. She bit her lip hard.

Then, the bedroom door slammed shut. Startled, she flinched – only for a large hand to awkwardly pat her shoulder. Her eyes burned. She clenched her teeth, afraid she’d burst into tears if she didn’t.

Her body sank into the soft bed as Alexander’s warmth disappeared. Instinctively, she looked up – and met his cold, expressionless gaze.

He began undoing his shirt buttons one by one. His muscular frame slowly came into view. Her mouth watered nervously. He looked even bigger without clothes – his overwhelming presence made it hard to believe he was human. She couldn’t look away.

He sat beside her, undoing his belt with the same indifferent expression – no rush, no hesitation.

“Spread your legs.”

Her heart clenched. She couldn’t breathe again. Sniffling, she bent her knees and obeyed. His gaze burned between her thighs. The piercing sensation made her lower belly tighten. Alexander watched as his c*m spilled out of her before pulling out a handkerchief to wipe it away.

When Yvonne couldn’t hold back her tears of shame, he frowned.

“Does it hurt?”

“Nn… No… It doesn’t…”

It really didn’t. Her lower body ached, and she was twitching strangely – but more than anything, the shame of being exposed like this was unbearable.

Alexander studied her for a moment. Ridiculously, it almost felt like he was checking if she was okay. She tried to crush the pointless hope rising in her chest.

Thankfully, he soon climbed over her. The moment he filled her again, Yvonne instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck – and an unexpected confession slipped out.

“B… Brother…”

“……”

“I missed you… Nn…”

It wasn’t a lie – but it wasn’t entirely true, either. Maybe the feverish haze made her say it. Either way, she expected Alexander to ignore her and f*ck her senseless like always. Her nose stung with bitterness.

But his reaction was different this time. He studied her crimson eyes for a moment before sighing and burying his face in her hair.

“So you can say human-like things too.”

His low voice was thick with desire, but there was something else – almost like amusement. Before she could question it, the sensation of him ruthlessly pounding into her made her lose all thought again.

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“Move rooms… you say?”

Yvonne gulped hard. Memories flashed through her mind–being dragged by Sebastian as a child in the name of punishment, locked away in the underground dungeon. A damp, cold room where no sunlight reached. She had lived there with only the flickering of a candle to mark the passing days. No, perhaps it would have been better without even that candle. Rusted torture tools stained with blood and tightly locked iron bars were all she could see.

Why was he suddenly telling her to move rooms? What had she done wrong? Frantically, she searched her memories. Why had she been locked up as a child? Leaving behind meat she disliked? Breaking a glass? Or maybe it was because she had met her great-uncle’s gaze.

Her breath grew ragged. No, not the basement…! Even if she didn’t know what she’d done wrong, should she go and beg her brother? He seemed in a good mood yesterday. If she knelt and pleaded…!

But the faint hope withered the moment she pictured Alexander’s cold face. Yvonne lowered her gaze to the floor.

How foolish… She knew exactly what she had done wrong. It was obvious–he intended to lock away such a vulgar, wanton sister like her.

Tears welled up. Her hands, clutching her dress, trembled violently. Nora, seeing her pale face, spoke cautiously.

“My lady, you’re to move to the room next to Lady Nina’s.”

“Mother’s…?”

Had Yvonne been an ordinary count’s daughter, she would have stayed in that room long ago. Not in this small, storage-like room tucked deep in the castle. But…

“Yes… And she said if you dislike it, you may stay as you are. That you may do as you wish…”

But Yvonne was no ordinary count’s daughter. And to her, being told to “do as she wished” was no different from being ordered to leave the castle at once. The only time she had heard such words before was when her great-uncle mocked her.

“I’ll go…”

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Logan sat on the armchair with his legs crossed, quietly staring at the woman standing before him. Perhaps because of the curly black wig that reached her chest, her n*ked body looked even paler than before.

Yvonne’s eyes were covered with a blindfold, and her mouth was tightly gagged. Her fingers fidgeted nervously, stirring his sadistic urges. Logan watched her with satisfaction before rising from his seat.

“……!”

Startled by the sound of him standing, Yvonne stumbled back, nearly losing her balance. Luckily, Logan caught her. He pulled her close and whispered softly in her ear.

“Careful. You almost fell.”

“Mmm…”

Seeing her grip his clothes tightly improved his mood. He pulled her even closer, pressing their lower bodies together, and she flinched when she felt his hardened c*ck against her. Logan chuckled lowly, sliding down his briefs and freeing himself.

Still standing, he leaned slightly forward, rubbing his length against her slit. Yvonne’s breath hitched–but she likely wasn’t w*t enough for an easy penetration yet. Logan quickly laid her down on the sofa, her legs already weak.

He climbed over her, gazing down at Yvonne’s trembling form. Her red lips, clenched around the gag, kept twitching anxiously–though to Logan, it looked like an invitation. He kissed her quivering mouth, his hands roaming over her body.

His fingers trailed from her flushed cheeks down her tense neck, then over her slightly hunched shoulders. Her pale skin shuddered under his touch, her full br*asts trembling enticingly.

Then his eyes landed on the red marks staining her neck and chest. Logan’s lips twisted. The memory of his brother’s cold gaze flashed in his mind–that bastard, f*cking into Yvonne’s c*nt alongside him, yet looking at him like an obstacle. And Yvonne…

Logan’s expression darkened. He shifted, settling between her legs, then forced his c*ck inside her still-dry entrance.

Her tight walls resisted as his length pushed in ruthlessly. Her body jerked from the pain, but with the gag, she couldn’t even scream–only bite down hard on the fabric.

“Mmnh–! Hn…! Ugh…!”

“Don’t move so much, f*ck… You’ll mess up your wig.”

“Hah… Hhk…!”

“Ha… You’re gripping me so tight today… Feels good, doesn’t it, Yvonne? You like my c*ck?”

“Mm! Mmm–!”

Her head nodded frantically. A shame he couldn’t hear her pretty voice. Logan grinned, continuing to thrust. Slowly, slickness began to ease the way.

Soon, Yvonne started rocking her hips to meet him–but Logan gripped her waist, pinning her down so she couldn’t move. He pistoned into her relentlessly.

“Such a sl*t… No shame at all…”

“Hhk…!”

Today, Logan wasn’t just rough in action–his words were cruel too. That hurt more than the pain or humiliation. Tears welled behind her blindfold. Why are you like this? What did I do wrong…?

“To think you’d love getting f*cked by multiple men… With that innocent face of yours… Tch. Even wh*res aren’t as bad as you.”

But it wasn’t my fault… It was horrible for me too…

No–no, that wasn’t it. This was happening because she was insane. Because she had spread her legs and begged her stepbrothers to take her.

Yes, she must be crazy. That’s why she was hearing things. Logan wouldn’t say this… Logan was gentle…

But in her dreams–no, in her own memories–Logan sometimes… scared her. Maybe this was just another one of those times…

Something was wrong. Her thoughts were jumbled. The more she tried to think, the more her head hurt.

And then Logan’s c*ck kept hitting that spot inside her, sending waves of pl*asure she couldn’t ignore. Yvonne emptied her mind. She didn’t want to think. If she just focused on him f*cking her–

A sob wracked her body. Even as she cried, her c*nt clenched around him with every thrust. Logan watched, mesmerized, as her tight walls struggled to take him.

His ar*usal spiked. His thrusts grew faster, rougher. The room filled with the sounds of their panting and the w*t slap of skin.

Then–the door opened.

Logan slowed his movements, glancing toward the man frozen in the doorway. He gestured for him to come closer.

Yvonne didn’t even realize someone had entered–too lost in the feeling of Logan filling her.

“As you can see, her mouth is occupied.”

“Yes.”

At the sound of that familiar voice, her entire body stiffened. She forgot to breathe, straining to place where she’d heard it before.

“It’s her first time taking it in the a$s, so be careful. Use plenty of lubricant.”

“An honor.”

She knew that voice. But… how… Why was he here–?

Logan smirked at her frozen expression. He slapped her p*ssy sharply, snapping her back to reality. She instinctively raised her arms–but he caught her wrists and pinned them to the sofa before she could touch him. Leaning down, he whispered just for her to hear:

“I was going to be gentle… But after yesterday, I realized you like it rough. So I brought someone else to help pl*asure you.”

‘No, no…’

“Not sure if you’ll see him again after this… But you’d want to know whose c*ck is f*cking your a$s, right?”

Please… stop…

“Kyle Blasiha. Eldest son of House Blasiha, longtime vassals of the Schmidts. And one of Schmidt’s knights. You might’ve seen him before.”

The sound of a belt unbuckling echoed beside her. No… Yvonne shook her head desperately.

“Careful, Yvonne. If your wig slips and Kyle finds out who you are, things will get very messy.”

At that, the strength drained from her arms, her hands falling limp onto the sofa. Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears.

She knew exactly who Kyle was. The knight who always looked at her like she was vermin. His gaze was so sharp she wanted to disappear whenever their eyes met.

Just the thought of him made her skin crawl. Tears she’d held back now spilled freely. Logan pulled her up, seating her on his lap. Her weight drove his c*ck even deeper, forcing a muffled whimper past the gag.

The sofa dipped behind her–someone’s presence pressing close. A sense of déjà vu hit. She realized this position was exactly how she’d been sandwiched between her brothers the other day.

A sob escaped, shifting her blindfold slightly. With her vision obscured, her other senses sharpened–especially touch.

“……!”

A hand touched the center of her back. She flinched, and Kyle let out an amused huff. His fingers trailed up her spine, then brushed her hair over one shoulder. Terrified her wig might slip, she hunched in on herself.

The man behind her simply stared. Even without seeing, she felt his gaze prickling against her bare skin. She barely dared to breathe, afraid he might recognize her.

Kyle stroked her tense back a few times–probably meant to relax her, but she was on the verge of passing out. Then, hot breath brushed her nape before something soft pressed firmly against it.

“Hhk–!”

“Adorable.”

“Yeah, and her c*nt’s clenching around me too.”

“Then I should hurry up and f*ck her.”

Panic shot through her. A metallic clink sounded behind her, then Kyle’s hands pressed her shoulders down. Yvonne stiffened, forced to lean forward over Logan as something blunt pressed against her back entrance.

“Ngh–!”

No! She thrashed, but Logan held her tightly, rubbing her waist soothingly.

“Shh… If you move too much…”

Your wig will come off.

He didn’t say it, but she heard it anyway. She forced herself to still. Just endure… Just a little longer… She repeated it like a mantra as Kyle’s fingers worked her open.

But when his weight settled over her, she broke. Tears spilled as he pushed inside. She’d never imagined him being the one to take her like this–stuffed full front and back.

“Hh–! Ngh…! Hhk…!”

Her a$s stretched painfully around his c*ck. Every nerve focused there, hyperaware of the thick head scraping inside her. At the same time, Logan’s length pressed deeper into her c*nt from the pressure.

“Ha… So f*cking tight…”

Kyle pushed in slowly, his breath ragged against her neck. His grip on her hips trembled slightly. Impatient, he bit her shoulder–then sheathed himself fully in one brutal thrust.

“Hhk–!”

Her back arched sharply as his pelvis met her a$s. The sheer fullness sent sparks through her. The men on either side of her exhaled heavily, their ar*usal palpable. When her walls clenched involuntarily, Logan laughed.

“See… You love it…”

His hand slid between her legs, finding her swollen cl*t. Already spread wide, it was fully exposed. A single flick sent sharp pl*asure shooting through her–then he pinched and rolled it mercilessly.

While Logan played with her cl*t, Kyle groped her br*asts, kneading them painfully before twisting her n*pples between his fingers.

Overwhelmed, Yvonne lost all sense of shame. She forgot about the wig, rocking between them desperately.

“Hah… Nngh… Mm…!”

“F*ck, she’s squeezing so hard… Ngh…!”

The well-lubricated c*ck slid easily in and out of her a$s. Kyle occasionally lost control, lifting her hips and slamming her back down–each time forcing Logan’s c*ck to slip partly out before sheathing back to the hilt. The lewd squelching never stopped.

Two c*cks took turns–sometimes pounding in unison–stretching her beyond reason. Her own muffled cries and the men’s groans filled her ears.

Then Kyle’s thrusts grew erratic. He f*cked into her harshly, and behind the blindfold, her vision whited out. Both men bottomed out inside her, their c*cks pulsing as they came deep within.

“Hh–! Nngh…! Nnn–!”

Her body convulsed as hot seed flooded her. C*m and slick dripped from where they were still joined. Yvonne collapsed forward onto Logan, drenched in sweat and other fl*ids.

Kyle pulled out, making her shiver. Logan chuckled, sitting up with her in his arms. He kissed her cheek gently.

“How was it? Good?”

His voice was much lighter now–clearly pleased. Yvonne clutched her pounding chest and nodded weakly. She didn’t dare refuse.

Logan smiled, then waved dismissively at Kyle. The knight gave a short bow and left.

The moment the door closed, her blindfold was removed, then the gag. Yvonne gasped like she’d been drowning. Logan wiped her tear-streaked face.

“Should we do it with three again next time?”

“That’s–!”

Her mouth snapped shut. She didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t upset him. When her eyes welled up again, Logan pulled her into his arms.

“You don’t like Kyle?”

“No…”

“You prefer me?”

“Mm…”

She nodded, and Logan beamed. She could feel Kyle’s c*m trickling from between her thighs. Exhausted, she rested her head against his shoulder as he stroked her hair.

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“The budget for Yvonne has increased, I see.”  

Alexander slowly lifted his head. He had briefly wondered whether this was strange–not the act itself, but why he was doing it.  

Whether it was out of guilt or some lingering attachment, he couldn’t say. But as always, he quickly brushed aside the thought. Logically, it wasn’t a bad decision anyway.  

“Yes. Considering the family’s reputation.”  

Yvonne was the black sheep of the Schmidt household for many reasons. But that didn’t mean he wanted her to be openly scorned by vassals, servants, and the fief’s people. Not for her sake, but because it would reflect poorly on the Schmidts’ influence.  

The Count had changed, and Sebastian’s visits had grown sparse. Nina showed no resistance to sharing real power with her son. It was a time of shifting authority. Adjusting Yvonne’s budget alone would alter the attitudes of the household. But…  

“The amount is excessive.”

“It’s a standard sum for a daughter of a Count’s house with the Schmidts’ wealth.”  

“But she is not standard.”  

Seeing Alexander press his lips together, Nina swiftly continued.  

“Where will this budget even go? Some was spent on redecorating her new room, but the rest? And we’ll have to allocate the same amount next quarter.”  

The amount was one thing, but how it would be used was another. Yvonne never attended any social gatherings, so she didn’t even know about fashionable dresses or jewelry. She showed no interest in religion, charity, books, or music. No–it went beyond that.  

She only wore nun-like garments that covered her unnaturally pale skin. Her weak feet could only bear soft leather shoes. Sebastian had detested the idea of educating her, so she had received no instruction–barely able to stumble through the simplest texts. A cultured life was beyond her.  

They really discriminated against her. Alexander clicked his tongue. White hair, red eyes–unsettling, yes, but not something she chose. Was her appearance a crime?  

He frowned, recalling Yvonne’s face. The more he saw it, the less eerie it seemed. In fact, her features leaned toward beauty. When she slept peacefully, she resembled a marble statue of a goddess. And when she opened her eyes–  

The faint pink of her flushed cheeks. The trembling of her lashes. The way her hair shimmered with every hue when she turned her head. And those scarlet irises, so rarely meeting his. The way her lips parted when he pushed deep into her–  

“Ah… Brother, ngh–ah… Ahh…!” 

Alexander turned away, pretending to look out the window. Heat crept up his jaw. He quickly spoke.  

“At the very least, have a high-quality wig prepared for her.”

Burying his nose in Yvonne’s hair, he had caught the scent of medicine. She barely had any natural scent of her own, and the chemical odor irritated him. Still, it was better than someone who wore wigs all day.  

“A wig?”  

“Yes. The current one reeks of preservatives…”  

He caught himself too late. No one else would know about the smell of chemicals on her wig–least of all a stepsister he barely exchanged greetings with.  

‘Would she notice?’ Alexander studied Nina’s faint reflection in the window. He didn’t care if anyone knew he was bedding his stepsister–except for one person. Nina.  

Not because she was his parent. There were only two people whose actions and thoughts he couldn’t fully grasp: his younger brother Logan, and Nina. Especially Nina, whose cruelty defied his understanding.  

His jaw tensed. He had no idea how she would react if she found out.  

Fortunately, Nina’s expression remained unchanged. Her eyes stayed fixed on the budget sheet.  

“Very well. Start with that.”

Her voice was calm. As Alexander shifted his gaze from Nina to the knights outside, she idly twirled a strand of her golden hair.