Abandoned Maid of the Grand Duke - Chapter 51
Side Story I
Julie’s Tumultuous Day
What are the chances of being kidnapped in one’s lifetime?
In South Korea, it’s almost nonexistent. Not entirely impossible, but quite rare. If it does happen, it’s the kind of incident that would make headlines on the 9 o’clock news.
And even if it does happen, it’s usually due to a love affair, grudges, or debt-related issues. Kidnappings for ransom are very rare.
I mean, who would be foolish enough in a world with CCTV cameras everywhere, tracking every movement? Rather than go through the trouble of kidnapping, it’s much easier and safer to make money through digital crimes like phishing, hacking, or online fraud.
Of course, that’s not to say digital crimes are commendable either.
“Oy, miss. Just bear with it a little longer. Your husband will bring the money soon enough.”
“Tch, you idiot. She’s married, so she’s obviously not a ‘miss’; she’s a madam.”
“Really? She looks pretty young. So, missy, how old are you?”
Maybe this is karma for thinking it’s better to live in a world where people are conned through digital crimes rather than easily kidnapping and killing others. Or perhaps it’s punishment for constantly letting things go in one ear and out the other.
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The kidnapping incident began with a village outing I took in secret, without Ernst knowing. The backstory is a bit long, but here we go.
After giving birth to Lilian, Ernst started going out of the house more often, and some people were starting to suspect our real identities. So, we had no choice but to move even further from the capital. Unfortunately, that also meant living in a less secure area.
In the capital, we had the city guards for safety, but as we moved further to the outskirts, there were more beggars on the streets and shady characters lurking in back alleys. So, even though it was inconvenient, we settled at the foot of a mountain, isolated from the village.
But then what happened? They barricaded the rough mountain paths, claiming they were too dangerous to pass through!
And so, for three whole months, we were stuck indoors.
Now, here’s the question.
With just two adults—let’s leave Lilian out of this since she’s just a baby who doesn’t even understand words just yet—what could we possibly do, cooped up in a mountain retreat?
“Please, let me go… I’m still nursing.”
“You can continue. I’m staying out of the way so I won’t interrupt.”
Excuse me, but your head down there is already more than enough of a distraction!
He pounced on me at every opportunity, and I began to suspect that this supposed ‘safety measure’ was just an excuse to keep doing that.
It would be one thing if he only did it while Lilian was asleep, but even when she was awake, he’d put her by the bedside and still keep at it. And even when I was breastfeeding, he’d insist on burying his head under my skirt, claiming he couldn’t suck my b*****s, so he’d do that instead. Wow.
Eventually, I started crawling away, clutching the sheets and begging him to stop, but somehow, that just seemed to excite him more.
“…It really feels like you’re doing this on purpose, Julie.”
He grabbed my waist, even more aroused, and pinned me down. Why? What’s the reason?
Avoiding one thing only made another problem spring up. Can’t you at least tell me what it is you’re so fixated on so I can try to avoid it, too?
In fictional novels, an #InsatiableML may be a popular keyword, but in real life, such men would just drain a mom’s energy.
Ernst is a soldier. He may be a sniper, but he’s trained in body strength, combat skills, and physical endurance. He even has extraordinary stamina and lasts a long time.
…In other words, he doesn’t finish quickly.
These days, his variety of positions makes me wonder if the military secretly teaches lovemaking techniques. It’s like he’s determined to unleash every pent-up desire, to the point where anyone watching would think he was a deprived v****n.
One for him, three for me. Does it feel good? Sure. But don’t they say too much is worse than too little?
A couple of rounds are fine, but after four or five, it turns into torture.
Anyone can say, “Oh, you and your husband must be a perfect match~” for the first few rounds, but if it keeps going for half a day without a break, I’m half out of my mind and don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Saying nothing is actually for the best.
“Julie, are you very tired? You look sleepy. Want me to help you wash up?”
Are you kidding me? You’re just going to start again while washing me.
“I’ll look after Lilian, so get some rest. I won’t touch you, I promise.”
If you do, you’re not human! And obviously, you should be the one watching her!
“You seem to be getting weaker by the day. Even though you’re eating well.”
Excuse me? Anyone would get sick if they were put through that much s*x.
Hasn’t he seen articles about people dying from overindulgence? Then again, I guess things like that wouldn’t make the news here. Duh, there’s no internet.
