Chapter 1

I stared with trembling eyes at the man pacing back and forth in front of me.

“How adorable, Bella. I asked you to at least maintain the dignity of a countess, and you’ve filled the wardrobe with these things?”

Behind him was a massive collection of adult toys. From relatively common items like handcuffs and whips to all sorts of bizarrely shaped dildos, thin rods, and even glass bottles whose purpose was unclear.

As he picked up a d*ld* with bumpy protrusions, the man gave a sarcastic smile.

“How did you purchase this? Did you go and pick it out yourself?”

I don’t know.

The man’s eyes narrowed, snake-like.

“You don’t know? Are you still trying to deny it up to this point?”

No, I really don’t know.

Though I felt wronged, I couldn’t tell him the truth, so I just hung my head low.

‘It wasn’t me who bought those.’

Because I only possess her body during the time she’s asleep, which means I’m only in control for half of the day.

* * *

Arbella Conte was what you’d call a “sensual woman.” Before marriage, she had a history of numerous affairs with men. Even when she had a specific lover, she didn’t hesitate to engage with other men, to the point that there was a stabbing incident in the royal palace over a love affair.

The rumors spread so far that the king himself intervened.

“Count Conte, you shall become the husband of Lady Arbella Carmen.”

And so, Lady Arbella Carmen became Countess Arbella Conte. 

For Count Conte, it was an unexpected shock, but it wasn’t entirely a losing deal for him either. Arbella was a duke’s daughter, the king’s niece, and a significant heiress adored by the elders of her family.

In other words, as long as he turned a blind eye to his wife’s scandalous lifestyle, there was much to gain.

Arbella’s promiscuous s*x**l lifestyle didn’t change even after she became Countess Conte. When the count tried to stop her from having affairs with noblemen, she openly brought servants into her bedroom.

“Just enjoy life as you please. We only live once; wouldn’t it be a shame not to enjoy it?”

She mocked Count Conte with these words.

* * *

I woke up in Arbella Conte’s body three months after her marriage.

Waking up n*k*d, with two men draped over each arm, I felt like fainting again.

‘What is this?’

I was conscious but couldn’t move my body. Just as I thought I had barely escaped that hellish time, I suddenly found myself waking up in an unfamiliar bed.

‘Could it be possession? Or reincarnation?’

That was as far as my thoughts went. As I sat up, l*q**d started to trickle down my body, and a scream involuntarily escaped my lips.

“What?!”

Only then did I notice the state of my bed. I couldn’t do anything but swallow my scream as I tried to avoid disturbing the two sleeping men.

‘What is this! What’s going on?!’

Did it have to be this explicit?

Just then, as I was shivering, a man I had never seen before embraced me from behind, whispering sweetly.

“Lady Arbella, please stay with me a bit longer.”

‘Excuse me, but who are you?!’

Trembling as I looked at the man holding me, I fainted with a soft “plop.”

‘Please, when I wake up, let it be a different situation. No, wait. What if I get trapped again in that unmoving darkness… No, but still, this is just…’

I didn’t even know how to pray properly, babbling incoherently in my mind.

Please, let me wake up in a different place! No, wait, if I can’t wake up at all, then it’s better to just live in this body… No, but this is just too much…

Maybe the gods heard my strange prayers because when I woke up again, I was still in Arbella Conte’s body.

And again, there were clear signs of a recent rendezvous.

“Ughhh.”

I had possessed a body I found incredibly difficult to handle. I had no experience in these matters.

Grumbling, I scrubbed myself clean.

‘Let’s try to adapt and live well.’

But it didn’t take long for that resolve to shatter.

“What is this…?”

I looked at my body the next day with trembling eyes. Since I was possessing Arbella’s body and had no intention of bringing men into the bedroom, such situations shouldn’t have occurred…

“Why the bed again?”

It took encountering the post-party state of the bedroom about seven times before I fully understood my situation.

It seemed I could only use Arbella’s body for half the day.

* * * 

Arbella Conte was truly an extraordinary woman. She would stay up all night and sleep during the day. Thus, I always woke up in the morning. After a dozen times of waking up to a messy room with unfamiliar faces sprawled out n*k*d, I became numb to it.

It became my job to chase the sleeping men out, clean myself, and tidy up the bedding. As I did this today, I pouted.

‘What is this? It feels like I’m a mother cleaning up after a spoiled daughter.’

She had all the fun and excitement, and what was I left with? The funny thing was that, perhaps due to her very liberal lifestyle, the maids looked at me like they’d seen a ghost every time I cleaned the room.

“Did you get up by yourself?”

“Oh my! You even washed yourself!”

“…”

Of course, I washed myself. Who else would? Even if someone else was supposed to, I couldn’t wait around feeling dirty until they showed up.

‘Ugh, this is too much.’

It felt wrong, so I left a note.

[Hello, Lady Arbella.  

I am the person responsible for your day. Would you consider cutting back on your night-time activities in consideration of my efforts?]

It was a gamble, hoping she might recognize that I shared half of her day. I waited for a response, but none came. The next day, facing the empty desk, I shrugged.

‘It seems she’s unaware of me.’

She probably thinks a servant washes and cleans during her sleep. That could be the case. Regardless, no one searched for Arbella, and I spent the daytime comfortably, wearing a simple nightgown and eating the meals that were regularly delivered to the room.

The change happened about a month into this routine, just as I had gotten completely accustomed to it. Today, as usual, I woke up to find a man lying beside me in an awkward position. Without hesitation, I slapped his back to wake him up.

“It’s already midday! How long are you going to lie here? Get up! You have to start your day too!”

“Ouch! I’m up! I’m up already.”

The man twisted around like a snail covered in salt and got up, scratching his hair, which was flattened from sleep. He grumbled.

“Lady Arbella, you become a different person in the morning. Last night you were asking me to stay with you forever.”

‘Did she say that?’

If she wanted to be with someone forever, she should choose a specific partner. How can she talk about forever while dragging so many people into her bed?

Well, she’s an adult enjoying her s*x life; there’s no need to lecture her. However, since I occupy half of this body, I couldn’t help but nag.

‘Shouldn’t she live a bit more responsibly? This is ridiculous, mixing up day and night.’

Should I be thankful that I could be out during the day, or should I be sad about it?

As I stuffed the dirty sheets into a corner basket, the man whose back I had slapped earlier came up and hugged me from behind.

“This caring side of Lady Arbella makes you seem almost like a mother.”

The touch of bare skin made me shiver. I slapped his arms away.

“Stop talking nonsense and get out.”

“You’re so cold!”

He laughed playfully, winking at me.

“Please call me tonight too. I’ll be clean and waiting.”

“…”

I couldn’t make a promise since that wasn’t my responsibility. If Arbella liked him, she would call him again.

‘I wish she would restrain herself for just one day.’

Thinking about it, she must be a very sturdy woman. It takes a lot of stamina to engage in such nightly activities daily.

After washing up, cleaning the room, and airing it out by opening the windows to get rid of the musty smell, the maids brought breakfast. I made a sandwich with soft bread, vegetables, and a fried egg, then sucked on my fingers while picking out a book to read.

‘Let’s read this one today.’

Having gotten used to Arbella’s life, I now had the luxury of choosing books to read.

‘There’s a surprisingly good selection here, and the quality is high too.’

Humming, I walked into the small library next to my room. And there, for the first time since I had possessed this body, I encountered a man who wasn’t a s*x**l partner.

He had long black hair, like a crow, and a gloomy, cold appearance. The brief happiness at meeting someone new faded when I saw his icy eyes. He spoke in a cold voice.

“You look quite well, Madam.”

‘Madam?’

It was the first time I’d heard that title since possessing this body.

‘Is he calling me Madam just as a form of respect, or does he really mean it? Should I ask who he is?’

No one had asked me questions since I got here, so I was comfortable. Now, suddenly facing this man felt like stepping on a landmine.

“…”

I didn’t want to risk saying something wrong and ending up in a mental hospital, so I kept my mouth shut. The man’s lips twisted irritably.

“Suddenly pretending to be mute again?”

“…”

I’m not pretending; I just don’t know what to say. Could you introduce yourself first?

Not knowing that I was a possessor, the man naturally didn’t bother to introduce himself. He just swept his hair back and spoke with a sneer.

“I’ve heard you’re living too healthily. As a countess, you should start taking up some responsibilities.”

Countess! Responsibilities!

Those words provided important clues about my situation. Until now, all I knew was that I was called Arbella Conte.

‘But I don’t want to work. What if they find out I’m not really Arbella?’

Reading books was one thing, but doing actual work was another. I didn’t even know the customs here.

Seeing my troubled expression, the man’s face twisted angrily.

“Don’t make that face. Do you think I want to ask you for help? Your esteemed father-in-law is worried that his daughter isn’t doing anything, thinking you’re being confined. What can I do?”

Father-in-law!

At that word, my eyes widened. The man twisted his lips in disdain.

“What? Are you surprised?”

Yes, I’m truly surprised.

‘Arbella, you were married?!’

So, she was living such a scandalous lifestyle while being married!

* * *

The man with black hair glaring at me was Arbella’s husband, Count Conte. He took me to Arbella’s office for the first time since I possessed her body. I didn’t even know Arbella had an office. She never seemed to leave the bedroom.

If I hadn’t asked if I could read books to pass the time, I might never have discovered the small library attached to the room and spent my days as a mere bedroom ornament.

‘This office looks quite official.’

The mahogany desk, heavy and solid, was piled high with documents. I was surprised to find that they were actually meant for me to handle.

‘Oh no, it looks like he’s trying to set me up. Should I pretend I can’t read?’

With my husband keenly watching for any mistakes, I felt nervous. I wanted to go back to being confined to the bedroom.

But my tension eased as soon as I looked at the documents.

‘Oh, this is easy.’

Most of the documents he gave me were financial records. They only required basic arithmetic skills.

‘Actually, this might be fun…?’

Having nothing else to do but slapping backs, cleaning, and bathing, this was a new and enjoyable pastime. Humming, I started writing on the papers with my pen.

* * * 

…I take back what I said about it being manageable.

It’s been over a month since I started waking up every morning, kicking out the men, and performing the duties of a countess. Maybe it was because I was unexpectedly good at the job, but the way the servants looked at me had changed. Even a butler I’d never seen before came to see me.

Sure, it’s nice to be recognized. If I’m going to keep living as Arbella, I should raise her status to some extent. But I never wanted to be in this situation.

“Ah! What’s all this?! The workload just keeps growing!”

The simple arithmetic that used to be required in the paperwork had become increasingly lengthy and complex. Now, I was subtly being given all the documents related to managing the entire estate. When I complained, the butler wiped away tears and said:

– “This is originally the countess’s work.”

Apparently, he’d been struggling to handle it all because Arbella had neglected her duties. Grinding my teeth in frustration, I angrily scribbled my way through the paperwork.

“Damn it, Arbella just gets to have fun every day while I’m stuck cleaning up her mess!”

My irritation only intensified whenever the butler, who seemed to be expressing a liking for me, suddenly turned serious and said things like, “You know, I’m too old for anything to ‘rise’ anymore.”

‘What kind of life did she lead to make even the old butler wary of me?’

Arbella was definitely a full-fledged man-eater, not discriminating at all. While she continued her carefree existence, I, occupying the daytime hours, was pushed into being a diligent worker ant. This, in turn, somewhat improved Arbella Conte’s image.

She had gone from being a countess who lounged around like a grasshopper to one who worked hard during the day and fully enjoyed her nights. I thought this image improvement would make me happy, but instead, I felt more depressed. As I signed the endless documents, I clutched my chest in frustration.

‘This situation only benefits Arbella! This is so unfair!’

After sharing her body for so long, it was clear that the Arbella of the night must have noticed someone was using her body during the day. Overcome with frustration, I paused my paperwork and left a note for her.

[To the Arbella of the Night,

How about you start taking on some of the countess duties too? There’s too much work for me to handle alone.]

This is your job, after all. I wrote with a hint of annoyance, pressing hard into the paper. I didn’t really expect a response, though; she’d ignored my previous note.

But what do you know? This time, she replied!

[You sure demand a lot.]

It was a response that practically screamed intent to send me to an early grave from high blood pressure!

[If you don’t want to do it, then just quit. Life’s too short to do things you don’t want to do.]

On the surface, it seemed cool, but it was irresponsibly dismissive. I trembled with rage upon reading it.

“You, you!”

Arbella didn’t just leave it at that. She rubbed it in by being even more promiscuous at night. Whereas she used to bring one or two men into the bedroom, now it was five. The number of backs I had to slap to wake men up and the amount of cleaning I had to do increased. She was clearly provoking me.

The amount of passionate s*x she had at night left my body aching. As I sat down, my back screamed in pain. Gritting my teeth, I muttered to myself.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to play, I’ll make my move too.”

With a resolute expression, I ordered the butler.

“Send all the male servants in this guesthouse back to the main house immediately.”

“…Excuse me?”

I had come to learn that Arbella lived in a guesthouse a little way from the main estate. It seemed the Count Asil Conte had devised this arrangement to prevent Arbella’s scandalous lifestyle from leaking out.

There were about twenty male servants in this guesthouse, and they were all probably her lovers. I never saw them working during the day.

“You all need to work too. Just because you’re young and fit doesn’t mean you can live off being kept men.”

Evicting them from the guesthouse meant an end to the wild nighttime escapades. The butler, understanding my words, asked again, as if not believing his ears.

“All of them?”

“Yes, all of them.”

Clenching my fist and lifting my chin in a dignified manner, I replied firmly.

“Starting today, I’m leading a celibate lifestyle.”

The butler wept tears of joy, believing the countess had finally turned over a new leaf.

* * *

The response was immediate.

That night, Arbella left a hastily scrawled note, barely legible. It was the first time she had sent a letter first. The content was quite memorable.

[You f*ck*ng bitch, I’ll tear you apart and feed you to the dogs!]

I calmly folded it into a paper plane and sent it flying into the trash.

“Not scared at all. Go ahead, try to tear me apart. Your body will tear too.”

“You should have listened to me.”

So, you said do as you please, right? Then I’ll do as I please too. From the start, I never liked the idea of you enjoying your nightlife alone.

“From today, we will start a communist revolution. Our goal: shared labor, shared ownership, shared pl**s*r*!”

Muttering a very loosely interpreted communist slogan that would make any scholar cry, I wrote back:

[If you don’t work, you don’t play.]

If Arbella Conte were just an ordinary woman, she might have sought a compromise there. But she wasn’t just an ordinary woman.

The next morning, I woke up without needing to slap any backs, but I was horrified to find the bed still in a mess, despite there being no partners.

“…What is this?”

As I moved the damp sheets, a branch-like object fell from between the covers and hit the floor. The black body, slick with some l*q**d, glistened menacingly.

The thing started vibrating as if a button had been pressed, and by then, I could no longer deny reality. It was a d*ld*.

“Oh my God! Where did she even get this?”

Screaming, I stood up, and my eyes caught a bill on the desk for an unbelievable amount.

“Crazy woman! Crazy woman! Crazy woman!”

What is all this? How many adult toys did she buy? You’re a countess! Is this really okay?

Moreover, how do these things even work?

Holding the bill with trembling hands, I screamed.

“She spent the entire allowance allocated to the countess on adult toys?!”

I felt a throbbing at the back of my neck, like the kind you get before you pass out.

But if anyone should collapse, it should be her, not me. With a resolute glint in my eye, I hastily scribbled a note.

[Are you seriously out of your mind? Can’t you tone it down?]

I thought of much harsher words, but I tried to keep it as polite as possible.

Despite my considerate restraint, her response made my head pound.

[Go to hell.]

“You… you!”

Fine, so that’s how you want to play? I shoved the mountain of adult toys into an empty closet and shouted.

“Bring it on! This is a war between you and me!”

You’ve already blown all your pocket money, so there’s nothing more you can do! I can just ignore you now, right?

* * *

Contrary to my expectation that she couldn’t do anything more, Arbella’s provocations continued, growing more inventive each time. I woke up one day to find my n*ppl*s painfully pinched by clamps (“This crazy woman!”), and another time, I woke up with a d*ld* inserted in me.

These were all embarrassing, difficult, and infuriating situations, but I could endure them.

“I’m an adult too! Does she think I’ve never… uh, done things myself?”

…No, I haven’t.

Well, I’d touched myself, but I’d never done anything like shoving things in and clamping things.

Still, I know where things go.

“If she thought I’d be horrified and admit defeat with this, she’s sorely mistaken.”

Grinding my teeth, I pulled out the still-vibrating d*ld*.

…I felt a bit teary-eyed, overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation.

A few more days passed.

Driven to the edge, Arbella made her boldest move yet. One that I never could have imagined.

* * * 

“…?”  

As I woke up that morning, a strange feeling of unease washed over me. The bedroom was clean. Normally, Arbella would have spitefully soaked the sheets with something, but today, the bedspread was as fresh and dry as if it had just been aired in the sunlight.  

‘Has she finally given up?’  

There was no annoying buzzing or vibrating sound, and no odd sensations on any other parts of my body.  

‘She’s not the type to give up so easily, though.’  

If she were someone to give up easily, she wouldn’t have kept twenty lovers hidden in the annex in the first place. It’s a wonder she hadn’t gotten pregnant yet, considering she didn’t seem to take any precautions.  

‘Still, not having to clean up is a relief.’

A clean bedroom… How long had it been?  

…Was this the first time?  

“How did I end up sharing a body with such a promiscuous soul?”  

From Arbella’s perspective, it must be frustrating to suddenly have a stranger sharing her body, but… what does her frustration matter? I didn’t want to be here either.  

Thinking of Arbella made me scowl. I pressed my fingers against my furrowed brow as I got up from the bed.  

But then,  

Clink.  

“…?”  

Something felt off.  

There was a dull ache in my lower abdomen, a strange sensation as if something was inside me, bumping around.  

“That’s odd. Is it time for my period?”  

Now that I thought about it, Arbella’s body was strange. I’d been using it for over a month, yet she’d never once had her period. The interval was far too long to just be irregular.  

“And it’s not like she’s pregnant, either.”  

Not that I’d been pregnant before, but I knew enough to know it wouldn’t be this uneventful.  

Lost in thought, I sat up straight in bed.  

“Oof!”  

A sharp pain shot through me like being stabbed with a needle. Startled, I instinctively lifted my hips, and the foreign object inside me pressed more forcefully against my abdomen.  

Clink. Clink.  

The sound was so clear, it felt like it was coming from right next to me. As I groped around the area near my tailbone, my fingers brushed against a round ring, causing me to pale.  

“What is this?”  

I felt a round ring first, then followed it down towards my anus, feeling something hard and round.  

At first, I thought it was a d*ld*, but it didn’t have the same weighty, solid feel. It was softer, more pliable…  

But whatever it was, it was inside me!  

Realizing this, I grabbed my head in despair.  

“Why would you put something in your b*tt? It’s not a place to put things in! It’s for things to come out!”  

It seemed she had escalated her antics because I hadn’t reacted to the previous dildos she’d used while I was asleep.  

“Does she think I’ll be deterred by this? If it went in, it can come out! This is nothing!”  

I was determined to just pull it out immediately!  

…Or so I thought, for about three seconds.  

“I’m too scared to even touch it.”  

It felt like pulling on it might drag something vital out with it.  

“Maybe I should just knock myself out.”  

If the real Arbella were here, she’d probably enjoy this. It’s only because I’m conscious that I’m not happy.  

I should just pull it out. Just pull it out… I hesitated as I touched the ring again, groaning and crawling back under the covers.  

“Ugh! This is so creepy! Does it have to look like a bathroom plug?”  

I suppose it makes sense for it to look like a plug since it’s supposed to stop things from coming out, but still. Or maybe it’s just unnecessary symbolism. I mean, why does it matter? I have something like that in my body right now!  

“Why do people enjoy this kind of thing? Can’t they just live a normal, decent life?”  

Muttering to myself, almost as if I was splitting into two personalities, I buried my head in the pillow.  

In the end, there was only one conclusion.  

“I just have to try not to think about it.”  

If I pay attention to it, I’ve already lost. Arbella probably knew that and put it there on purpose to mess with me.  

“Crazy woman.”  

If she did this to shake my mental state, then congratulations, job well done. My mental fortitude was crumbling into sand.  

I didn’t want to think about it anymore, so I closed my eyes.  

“I can’t even sit up. I should just lie down.”  

No one would mind if I spent the day lying down, right?  

* * *  

After sending away the butler who had come to check on me, using the excuse that I was sick, a few other servants came to ask if I was okay.  

“I guess I haven’t lived my life completely in vain.”  

I felt tears welling up at the thought of how much my relationship with the servants had improved, but now wasn’t the time for visitors. I could barely handle lying still.  

After sending a few more people away, peace finally returned to my room.  

“If I just lie still and fall asleep, everything will be fine.”  

It would be nice if I could just drift off and wake up in a different body.  

With that wishful thinking, I closed my eyes.  

I thought the day’s ordeal was over, but…  

“Ugh.”  

It was only the beginning.  

At first, lying down was bearable. As long as I focused on anything but the foreign sensation in my b*tt, I was fine. I tried counting the patterns on the wallpaper or looking for blemishes on the ceiling.  

But as time passed, it became harder to distract myself.  

“This is unbearable.”  

Even the slightest movement caused the object inside me to shift, making my stomach feel queasy. It was a very peculiar sensation, like my insides were being stirred up.  

And strangely… it was leading to a peculiar kind of pl**s*r*.  

“What on earth is this?”  

The clinking sound was so clear it felt like it was happening right next to me. As I lay there, agonizing over what to do, an unexpected visitor arrived.  

“My lady.”  

It was Arbella’s husband, Count Conte.  

“I heard you were unwell.”  

I groaned and looked up at the man standing by my bedside. Seeing Count Conte’s cold face seemed to bring down my fever a bit.  

“Fever?”  

Wait, why was I hot? I wasn’t sick.  

At some point, my body had become unbearably hot. I panted, peeling off my sweat-soaked nightgown. Pulling up the hem of the dress wrapped around my legs and exposing them to the air made me feel a little better.  

“What’s happening to my body?”  

The breathy sounds coming from my mouth felt completely unfamiliar.  

“Do something about this.”  

I looked up at him with teary eyes, silently pleading. Count Conte’s body shuddered.  

His blue eyes scanned my sweat-slicked legs. He licked his dry lips and spoke in a strangely excited voice.  

“You’re not sick; you’re in heat.”  

“In heat?!”  

I shouted in indignation, having no intention of seducing him. But as I moved, whatever was inside me shifted again, causing a sharp spike of pl**s*r* to shoot up my spine. Whatever was in my anus, it was making my front feel w*t, like I had w*t myself.  

Count Conte looked down at me with a sneer of disdain.  

“Do you call this state ‘not in heat’?”  

His cold gaze was fixed on the ring peeking out from my backside. Apparently, the ring plugged into my anus was visible through the lifted hem of my dress.

I blushed furiously and quickly closed my legs, causing another wave of discomfort in my abdomen that made me involuntarily moan. 

“This, this is… Ah!” 

“You filthy woman,” Asil Conte sneered, not even bothering to listen to my feeble attempt at an explanation. Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes. 

It’s not like I did this on purpose! 

‘All because of that crazy woman, Arbella!’ 

Because of Arbella, that crazy woman, I found myself in this humiliating situation, caught with something inserted in my rear in front of a man I hardly knew. 

“Sniffle…” 

Seeing my tears, the usually icy countenance of Asil Conte softened slightly, showing a hint of confusion. He looked at me with searching eyes, and then sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“If your intention was to provoke me, then I must say you’ve succeeded,” he said with a hint of sarcasm. 

“Huh? Provoking you?” I blinked, utterly confused. What provocation? 

I looked up at him with pure bewilderment, and he loosened his tie with long fingers. 

“The sight of you with tears in your eyes and a flushed face is quite… arousing,” he admitted, sounding almost as if he were taunting me. 

I hadn’t meant to be arousing! But at this moment, he was my only hope of relief—not just from Arbella’s outrageous prank but also from the uncomfortable heat building within my body. 

“Please, do something,” I pleaded, grabbing his hand. 

Asil Conte climbed onto the bed, and the bed creaked under his weight. Somehow, that sound felt oddly suggestive. 

‘It’s probably just because of the current situation,’ I thought, embarrassed by the compromising position I was in—legs spread, wearing nothing underneath, holding my thighs apart in front of a man who remained impeccably dressed and cool. 

My face burned with shame. I tried to look away, to avoid his gaze, but when he touched the ring protruding from my rear, I couldn’t help but turn my head back to him. 

“What is this?” he asked, frowning. 

“I, I don’t know!” 

“…”

He looked at me skeptically, and I quickly added, “I swear! It might sound strange, but I didn’t put it there. I woke up with it and was scared to touch it. It’s been so uncomfortable, and I feel like I’m going crazy.” 

Tears welled up again, partly from frustration at Arbella’s prank and partly from the helplessness of the situation. Asil Conte’s voice softened slightly, though he still looked puzzled. 

“Arbella,” he said, using the name Arbella preferred. It was the name that reminded me of the person I was inwardly cursing. Reflexively, I snapped, “Don’t call me that.” 

“But that’s your name, isn’t it?” he responded, confused. I bit my lip. He was right, of course. It was my name, and denying it would make me seem crazy. 

“Just call me Bella! Please!” 

I couldn’t stand being associated with that lunatic, even in name. Bella sounded more like an affectionate nickname. 

Asil Conte’s eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could ask more questions, I practically shouted, “Just take it out! Please!” 

This whole mess was because of the damned thing inside me. I wanted it out as quickly as possible. 

“…”

Without further questions, Asil Conte hooked his fingers around the ring at my rear. The slight touch caused a shiver of sensation through my abdomen, making me squirm. 

“Ah!” 

Why did it have to be pleasurable? It wasn’t an overwhelming pl**s*r* but a persistent, electric buzz that made everything worse. As I twitched involuntarily, Asil Conte hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, reassuringly. 

“I’m going to pull it out.” 

Fine, just do it. 

I tensed up, instinctively clenching. Realizing this could make it worse, I tried to relax. 

Then, suddenly, the object was pulled out of me. 

“…!”

Contrary to my expectation that he would be gentle, Asil Conte yanked the ring all at once. Before I could even react, something w*t and slick was pulled out of me. I stiffened completely, screaming at the sudden sensation. 

“Aaaah!” 

It felt like a bizarre version of defecation—only ten times more intense. The bumpy object forcefully stretched my anal opening as it came out, and at the same time, all the pent-up pl**s*r* burst forth like a firework. 

‘Oh, it feels good!’ 

I couldn’t believe this kind of dirty pl**s*r* existed! My body trembled, my back arching involuntarily. I felt a w*tn*ss between my legs. 

It was an *rg*sm. 

“Haa, haa…”

Panting heavily from the overwhelming sensation, I finally looked at Asil Conte. He was holding a strange adult toy that looked like a string of beads. The beads were… 

‘Oh my god, ten of them? All of that was inside me?’ 

Arbella, you absolute madwoman! How did she even fit all of that in me? The sheer insanity of her prank was terrifying. 

Asil Conte seemed just as bewildered, looking from the beads to my rear. 

“What is this? Is this related to the large bill you submitted recently?” he asked, sounding incredulous. 

“Well, uh…” 

I didn’t know. I hadn’t bought them. But somehow, I felt like I did. 

I lowered my head and muttered in a small voice, “…Yeah, probably.” 

“Hah.” 

Asil Conte laughed in disbelief, then tossed the sticky beads aside. 

“I thought you were submitting fake invoices and embezzling the funds.” 

Well, that’s a normal suspicion. Who would think someone would spend that much on adult toys? 

‘But Arbella isn’t normal.’

Asil Conte didn’t scold me, but I still felt myself shrinking in on myself. The unfairness of it all hit me hard. 

‘Why am I getting scolded for something she did? This is so unfair!’ 

If this was Arbella’s idea of a prank, then she succeeded brilliantly. I didn’t have time to marvel at her grand scheme because Asil Conte shifted the conversation. 

“Given the amount, there must be more of these… things. Where are they?” 

“W-Why do you want to know?” 

He frowned, his expression stern. 

“To return them, of course.” 

“…”

I hadn’t thought of that.

* * * 

‘I should have returned it from the start.’

No, if I had done that, she might have bought something even more horrendous and shattered my sanity.

Anyway, I obediently told Count Conte where the adult toys were located. They were in the wardrobe close to the bed.

‘Might as well keep them nearby for easy management.’

It would be more embarrassing to hide them and then have someone find them by accident.

The amount of adult toys that Arbella had purchased was staggering, filling the wardrobe. Though I hadn’t bought them myself, I felt embarrassed and kept glancing nervously at Count Conte.

The Count propped his chin and admired the items.

“Quite impressive, Bella. I asked you to maintain the dignity of the Countess, and you filled the wardrobe with these?”

The variety of adult toys was endless. From relatively common items like handcuffs and whips to all sorts of bizarrely shaped dildos, slim rods, and glass bottles whose purposes I couldn’t even guess.

As he picked up a spiky d*ld*, the Count smirked sharply.

“How did you purchase this? Did you go and choose it yourself?”

“I-I don’t know.”

At my answer, the Count’s snake-like eyes narrowed.

“You don’t know? Are you trying to deny it until the end?”

“It’s true…”

He wouldn’t believe me anyway. I pouted and turned my head.

‘Ah, I want to put on some underwear. I want to wash up.’

The area between my legs was still damp from the cl*m*x earlier. I wanted Count Conte to leave soon, now that the issue with my b*tt was resolved, and I had faced the shameful interrogation about the adult toys.

But it seemed the Count had other thoughts. After examining the wardrobe with his chin propped on his hand, he spoke in his usual dry tone.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“Pardon? About what?”

“I realized there’s no point in returning these since you’ll just buy more.”

Oh, I had thought the same thing. Arbella wasn’t the type to give up due to a little setback.

The Count shrugged and turned away.

“Then it’s best to make the most of what’s already been purchased, isn’t it?”

In his hand were several items, one of which was a vibrator that looked like an enoki mushroom, familiar even to me!

Holding it, the Count climbed onto the bed. Unlike before, when I had willingly spread my legs, I now clamped them together and looked at him with frightened eyes.

“What are you planning to do with that?”

“Do you really not know its purpose? You bought it yourself.”

The large man approached me. Holding the vibrator in one hand, he grabbed my ankle with the other, pulling me down so that I was lying flat on the bed. He positioned himself between my legs, which naturally spread open before him again.

The Count turned on the vibrator. The buzzing sound was chilling, like a giant wasp circling near my head.

“I’m scared!”

“Didn’t you buy it to use it?”

The Count’s large hand trembled along with the vibrator. I pointed at it and shouted.

“The vibration is too strong! The human body is sensitive and delicate! You can’t just bring that close to it!”

Using that on my body would surely leave bruises. My frightened words made the Count chuckle incredulously.

“You’re the one who put ten beads in your anus, but you’re worried about this delicate area?”

“T-That’s…”

True. What could be more dangerous than putting beads inside the body?

‘But that wasn’t me!’

Usually, good deeds were done without claiming credit, but this wasn’t a good deed, and I had to pretend I did it even though I didn’t.

Oh, how unfair. The world was bullying me alone.

I felt like crying, but there was no time for tears. The buzzing vibrator was threateningly close to me!

“Stop pretending to be innocent and enjoy it.”

I was terrified, and he expected me to enjoy it?

Before I could protest, the vibrator was brought close to my body, not to my chest or abdomen as I had expected, but directly to my exposed genital area.

“Ah?!”

The vibration was much stronger than I had anticipated, resonating directly on my cl*t*r*s.

‘How could he bring such a thing to such a delicate area!’

“M-Mess up… Ah!”

I wanted to ask if he’d take responsibility if it broke me, but the intense pl**s*r* broke my words into pieces.

Stars seemed to burst before my eyes. The unprecedented pl**s*r* made my mouth open involuntarily.

So this was why people bought adult toys. It made perfect sense immediately.

“I’m about to… Ah!”

The vibrator continued even after I cl*m*x*d. The pl**s*r* was all mine, not Count Conte’s.

Even as fl**d poured out of my opening, he didn’t remove the vibrator. The ongoing stimulation during my cl*m*x made me arch my back and grip the sheets tightly.

Only after I reached another peak did he turn off the vibrator. I lay there, panting, like a noodle softened in hot water.

My head was foggy, and I felt drained. My face was hot, and my mind was blank.

‘Arbella has good stamina.’

Just from this, I was so exhausted, but she must have enjoyed a real s*x life daily.

Before I could bask in the afterglow, something hard touched my genital area, making me flinch.

I looked up to see Count Conte looking down at me with a complex expression.

His cold blue eyes swirled with various emotions: excitement, disdain, curiosity…

Despite that, his voice was impeccably calm.

“You’re still throbbing. Seems like you want more.”

It must be because of the lingering effects of the cl*m*x! I tried to sit up, but Count Conte pushed me back down onto the soft bed.

What he pulled out next was a large, black d*ld*.

“Don’t you like things like this?”

He pushed the d*ld* into my w*t genital area. It slid in naturally, without any need for preparation.

“Eek!”

The sensation of something large and hard entering me was indescribable. I shivered and looked at the d*ld* pushing into me.

Even seeing it with my own eyes, I couldn’t believe it.

“You’re swallowing something this thick all at once.”

No matter how satisfying my s*x life had been, was this really possible?

The Count’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at me, blinking at the unfamiliar sight.

“Have you never done this before?”

“T-That’s not it.”

He wouldn’t believe me if I said I had never used these toys despite having a pile of them. Besides, Arbella Conte was the type to use such things without hesitation.

‘Should I just shout that I’m not Arbella?’

Doing that would surely send me straight to a mental hospital. I put on a calm face and evaded the question.

“No comment.”

“…”

The silence stretched. I glanced nervously at the Count.

His face, which had been stern, softened into a sly smile when he met my eyes.

It was an oddly villainous smile.

“Very well. This isn’t a situation where conversation matters, is it?”

“Huh!”

The Count started moving the d*ld* he was holding.

‘What is this!’

I thought the d*ld* was fully inside, but I was wrong. As he pushed, it went deeper, filling a space I didn’t know existed in my body.

‘How far is this going in?!’

The fact that my body had such a space was a mystery. The d*ld*, reaching deep inside, was pulled out again by the Count’s hand.

“Ah!”

The sensation was strange. It was like having my insides directly tickled, a feeling similar to a bowel movement, yet the front of my genital area was tingling.

As the d*ld* was pushed back in, my inner walls, which had been tightly clenched, opened up to accommodate it again.

Count Asil moved the d*ld* back and forth a few more times, then suddenly started moving it vigorously. The sound of squelching filled my ears as the d*ld* seemed to hit the end of my inner walls, pressing against a spot that made me feel like it was reaching my *t*r*s.

“Aah!” 

A sharp pain coursed through me, my lower abdomen tightening as a gush of fl**ds flowed out. The d*ld*, now slick with my juices, slid in and out, carving a path inside me. Count Asil, who had been moving the d*ld* around aimlessly, suddenly found and switched on its power.

-Whirr!

“Eeek!”

The d*ld*, already thick and hard, began vibrating, intensifying the pl**s*r* to a point where I couldn’t help but tremble and scream.

“It’s too much!”

As if heeding my plea, Count Asil stopped his hand. His blue eyes stared at me curiously.

“So, should I stop?”

“Well…”

Before I could complete my sentence, the vibrating sound continued. With his hand still, the d*ld* just vibrated in place, barely stimulating my inner walls compared to the intense pl**s*r* from moments before.

Was it okay for him to stop now? I was so close to climaxing. 

‘Just a little more and I’d reach that peak again.’

Hesitating briefly, I whispered a request to Count Asil.

“Please, a bit gentler…”

Not wanting him to stop entirely, I hoped he’d be a bit more tender. Count Asil let out a short laugh, seemingly amused.

“You really are something else…”

Feeling embarrassed, I tried to retract my words, but Count Asil was faster. He grasped the d*ld* again and moved it gently.

“As you wish, I’ll be gentle. Slow and careful.”

The vibrating d*ld* slowly pushed inside me, this time the vibrations seemed to etch into every fold. 

“Ah…”

The moan that escaped my lips was softer, more of a whimper compared to the sharp cries from before. The slow, steady stimulation felt like climbing a set of stairs, each step filled with a teasing pl**s*r*.

As I surrendered to his hands, I realized something important. 

This kind of gentle pl**s*r* wouldn’t take me to the end.

“A bit more…”

Before I knew it, I was urging him. My eyes widened like a startled rabbit.

‘What am I saying!’

I had just asked him to stop moments ago, and now I was asking for more. 

‘Am I insane?’

Feeling embarrassed by my contradictory requests, I closed my eyes and shouted.

“Please, a bit harder!”

“I thought you’d say that.”

What? 

Before I could question him, another vibration joined in below.

-Whirr!

The vibrator that had brought me to cl*m*x earlier now pressed against my cl*t*r*s.

“Ah!”

Stimulating my cl*t*r*s felt much better than probing inside. I froze, mouth agape, temporarily forgetting to breathe.

“Ah, it feels so good!”

The sensation was overwhelming. My lower body, now fully relaxed, allowed the d*ld* to glide in and out even more smoothly. As Count Asil’s hand sped up, the w*t sounds of my juices echoed obscenely.

All my attention was focused on the pl**s*r* zones being stimulated. Unlike before when I climbed the stairs slowly, now I felt like I was racing to the top.

Cl*m*x was imminent.

“I’m going to…!”

With a scream, my body stiffened as the waves of cl*m*x washed over me. Even as I squirted fl**ds, my body trembled like it was electrified. This was the most perfect pl**s*r* I’d experienced today.

‘So satisfying.’

I was both thirsty and strangely full, a weird sense of satiation overtaking me. I breathed heavily, sweat making my slip stick to my skin, causing my br**sts to jiggle with every breath.

‘I see why Arbella bought so many adult toys.’

You could reach such heights with them. Although I had never experienced it directly before.

“Thank you.”

I sincerely thanked the man standing before me. Without him, I would still be suffering from the beads inside me.

‘I thought he was just cold and scary at first, but he’s actually kind.’

Just as I was feeling warm toward his previously cold demeanor, his face turned sulky. Why was he pouting?

I blinked in confusion as Count Asil pursed his lips and replied.

“Is it okay to just leave me after using me as a living d*ld* and being satisfied?”

“What?”

His reproach left me stunned. Who used who as a living d*ld*? 

‘You’re the one who shoved the d*ld* in! I never asked to be played with like a toy.’

I couldn’t deny the term “living d*ld*,” as I had asked him to stimulate me. Puffing out my cheeks in frustration, I retorted in a pouty tone.

“Yes! That’s all. What are you going to do about it?”

“Hah.”

He let out an exasperated laugh and rubbed his face.

“I never thought this moment would come…”

What moment? 

It didn’t need an explanation. Right after, Count Asil unfastened his pants and slowly lowered his underwear. His *r*ct m*mb*r sprang out, thick and imposing.

I stared wide-eyed.

“What is that?”

A massive club was attached to his body.

‘Is it supposed to be that big?’

Even the members of Arbella’s previous lovers were large, but this was the biggest I’d ever seen. The thick sh*ft pulsed, the head gleaming with pre-c*m, making it look even more intimidating.

‘How is that supposed to fit?’

The warmth from the d*ld* dissipated as I felt a chill.

Sensing my reaction, Count Asil shrugged, glancing at his own m*mb*r.

“There’s not much difference from the d*ld*, so intercourse should be possible.”

“There’s a huge difference! You have no conscience.”

Of course, there’s a difference. That thing looked like it would be impossible without proper preparation.

My genuine concern seemed to amuse him. Count Asil chuckled, his shoulders shaking.

‘He looks gentle when he laughs.’

He had seemed like an ice-cold person until now…

But what is this? While his face looked gentler, his *r*ct**n became even more intimidating. Pointing at it in disbelief, I heard Conte respond shamelessly.

“It grew bigger because you made me laugh.”

“Seriously, have you no shame…” I stopped myself from finishing the sentence, afraid it might grow even more.

“Bella.” 

With narrowed eyes and a smile, Conte moved closer and whispered in a low voice.

“Spread your legs.”

I wanted to swallow dryly, but his lips covered mine, leaving me unable to do anything. The Conte, who unfairly blocked my mouth, immediately pushed his *r*ct**n into my v*g*n*.

“Gasp!”

My eyes widened on their own. It felt like a snake slithering into my stomach.

The enormous head forcibly widened my inner walls as it pushed in. When it struck my c*rv*x like a hammer, it slid out smoothly again.

“Nngh!”

The sharp pain I felt earlier from the d*ld* probing my c*rv*x was now replaced by a much heavier and intense pl**s*r* dominating my body.

I twisted my body, letting out incomplete moans.

– Squeak, squeak, squeak –

As his thrusts grew faster, the bed started making loud noises. Just when I thought I might faint from lack of oxygen, Conte released my lips. He then began moving while gripping my hips firmly.

“Ah! Aah! Ah!”

Every time his enormous m*mb*r slid in and out, my slim lower abdomen bulged and flattened repeatedly.

Even though I thought it was fully engorged, it grew even harder inside me. I felt like a piece of meat skewered on a stick.

The head of his m*mb*r pounded my c*rv*x fiercely, and his breaths grew rougher.

Sweat drops fell onto my chest, and his blue eyes filled with lust.

“Who are you?”

As he asked, he thrust his *r*ct**n roughly into my v*g*n*, making a loud sound.

The pl**s*r* shot up my spine like an electric shock, reaching my head. My back arched, and my entire body trembled. Clear l*q**d sprayed out from my lower hole like urine.

It was an intense cl*m*x.

My inner walls contracted tightly around his m*mb*r. He let out a low groan and pulled out. A few light strokes later, thick s*m*n spurted out, drenching my v*g*n*.

His *r*ct**n, soaked with our fl**ds, was a mess. Bathing and cleaning would have to wait. I raised my head.

“…”

We looked at each other, both panting.

His blue eyes seemed to demand an answer from me.

‘Who am I?’ 

There was only one answer I could give.

“I’m Bella.”

“…”

There was nothing more to say. I looked at him with a face that asked if it wasn’t enough. He bit his thin lip slightly. A sigh-like response echoed in my ears.

“Yes, Bella.”

If the way he called me “Bella” sounded different from before, was it just my imagination?

His large hand slid under my back, flipping me over.

Suddenly lying face down, I blinked in surprise.

“Conte?”

Not seeing his face made me anxious. Blinking, I heard a small voice behind me.

“…Asil.”

At first hesitant, his voice became clearer.

“My name is Asil.”

“Asil.”

Did Arbella not even know his name? Why the sudden self-introduction?

That question flew away the moment his *r*ct**n thrust into me from behind. My already soaked v*g*n* swallowed his m*mb*r even more eagerly.

“Nngh!”

Being penetrated from behind made it feel like he was striking my c*rv*x even harder. His large hands gripped my b*tt*cks. His sultry voice called my name several times.

“Bella. Bella.”

“Aah!”

The lewd sound of flesh slapping against my b*tt*cks was *bsc*n*. My large br**sts swayed in circular motions with his movements.

This time, he *j*c*l*t*d inside me without pulling out.

‘What if I get pregnant?’

Would it be Arbella’s child then? After all, we share the same body.

‘They’ll curse me as a wretched woman again.’

The thought was somewhat amusing.

Blinking slowly, I closed my eyes.

I was too exhausted to think any further.