The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 141
“Leonid’s cold attitude towards you is…”
“Of course, it’s not an issue at all, Countess Rinke. Please don’t worry.”
Josephine wasn’t hurt by Leonid’s indifference. It only made her angry. Leonid Neubitz, arrogant and self-centered, she despised him intensely.
“Our marriage is an alliance between families. I’m well aware that emotions should not play a part in this.”
Josephine knew very well that this was exactly what Hermia would find agreeable.
Hermia didn’t want Leonid’s partner to be someone he loved. What she sought was a person of verified noble bloodline, from a powerful family with wealth and influence, someone with dignity and refinement befitting their status…
And someone who could remain composed and cold, devoid of emotions, in their relationship with Leonid.
Josephine was the perfect candidate for that.
“Thank you for trusting me… Countess Rinke.”
Whether Leonid disliked her, or she hated him, none of it mattered.
This was, in fact, an opportunity.
Considering how much Leonid Neubitz loathed her, just imagining his distress when he had to marry her was satisfying. His life would become a series of miserable days, repeating endlessly. Josephine felt a thrill at the thought of being able to bring him such hardship.
‘So… I told you over and over again, be respectful towards me.’
She wanted to burst into laughter. If Hermia hadn’t been present, she certainly would have.
Everything was unfolding just as she had wished. Josephine welcomed this stroke of fortune with delight.
* * *
Summer had swiftly passed. Throughout the season, Johanna couldn’t find her strength. Although she had always been prone to feeling weak during the summer, this year was particularly harsh.
If she had to pinpoint a reason… it was embarrassingly obvious—perhaps it was because she had been engaging with Leonid relentlessly, day and night.
From July 21st, her birthday, their relationship grew cold. Until then, there had been some semblance of human interaction between them, but after the 21st, even that small part vanished entirely.
In front of those who were unaware of their situation, he played the role of a loving husband, but once they returned to the manor, he became unfailingly distant.
Ironically, the frequency of their physical interactions increased compared to before. Day or night, as Johanna went about her daily life, he would suddenly appear, take her, and then leave.
He still obsessively bit and licked her body, but there were no kisses. Sometimes, he would even forgo any form of foreplay, simply removing her lower garments before proceeding. Johanna’s body, now accustomed to him, would yield easily without much preparation, making their encounters even shorter than before.
This pattern had repeated for the past month. Each time he used her, Johanna couldn’t precisely identify the emotions she felt. Her mind would simply go blank… she didn’t want to think about anything at all.
Even now.
“Hnn…!”
She had been reading a book in the study. By coincidence, he had come in, seemingly to retrieve a book for himself. Johanna greeted him with a slight nod, but he just stared at her without a word. Then, as if something had ignited within him, he bent her over the desk and lifted the hem of her dress.
What followed was the usual.
“Ah…! Ah!”
A thick, heavy rod thrust mercilessly inside her. With her waist gripped tightly by his hands, Johanna was left to sway helplessly. Her upper body pressed against the mahogany table kept slipping. With nothing to hold onto, she clawed at the wood with her fingers, trying to find some kind of grip.
“Ah, hnn, ngh!”
Each time his s***t slid deep into her sensitively heated inner walls, scraping against them, intense waves of sensation overwhelmed her. His relentless, pounding movements showed no mercy. Even though she wished he would go slower, she couldn’t bring herself to voice that desire. This wasn’t an act of intimacy; it was purely a breeding act.
“Haa…!”
She reached her peak, her inner walls clenching tightly at the moment of climax. Leonid gripped both sides of her hips, driving himself deep as he released.
“Hah…”
Even after he had emptied himself inside her, he moved his hips a few more times before finally pulling out. Johanna lay sprawled over the desk, catching her breath, still immersed in the lingering sensations.
Beyond the sound of her own labored breathing, she could hear him pulling up his trousers and fastening his belt. Johanna, unsteadily rising to her feet, turned to look at him.
As he adjusted his clothing and casually smoothed back his tousled hair, he never once met her gaze.
Then, without a word, he turned his back and walked out of the room.
“…”
Johanna stood there in a daze, only snapping back to reality when she felt the warm, sticky sensation trickling between her legs. …She needed to wash up. Finding her undergarments haphazardly discarded on the desk, she put them on, grabbed the book she had been reading, and left the study.
After excusing herself from Nella, she retreated to her room alone, sliding down against the closed door.
“…”
His pheromones still lingered on her hair, her clothes, her skin. As she quietly inhaled the scent, she let her head drop to the side and chuckled softly.
She could finally put a name to the feeling that filled her.
It was misery.
