“Looks like you need more discipline.”

“No… please, stop…”

“Ha… making a mess on the floor like that… and the stool is completely soaked.”

“That… ah! Ah…!”

Her body, which had just begun to cool down, was now acutely sensitive, every nerve heightened to the limit. As relentless waves of stimulation overwhelmed her, she trembled, almost as if electricity were running through her veins.

Gripping her soft, pale hips, Leonid spread her, driving himself in with force that seemed intent on bruising her flushed, tender skin. Johanna’s soft, tearful cries filled the dimly lit room, echoing in the darkened silence.

Chapter 7

The next day, Johanna spent the day utterly exhausted. It was a natural result after being tormented so thoroughly.

The affair that began in the late afternoon stretched until the bluish dawn. He bit, sucked, and licked every inch of her body, making her feel as if she’d been devoured by a giant beast.

When she couldn’t endure anymore, she fainted, only to open her eyes and find herself still moving beneath him.

Having been embraced for nearly half a day, his essence felt like a part of her, so much so that she didn’t even feel the weight or discomfort anymore.

The last thing she remembered before falling into a deep sleep was him reaching release for the fifth time inside her. Or perhaps it was the sixth or seventh; she’d lost count in between. In truth, there was one time she had to receive him with her mouth rather than below.

As he slowly rolled his hips, she could feel the sticky, messy remnants of him pooling between her legs, and with that, she finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

When she woke, it was broad daylight, and she felt a slight discomfort inside. Curious, she checked, only to find that the monstrous shape, still not reduced in size, was embedded within her.

Startled, she tried to pull away, but a strong arm reached out from behind, wrapping firmly around her waist. Seemingly unconscious, he pressed soft lips to the back of her neck. Johanna looked back, teary-eyed, only to see Leonid still deeply asleep, showing no sign of waking.

She hadn’t expected him to fall asleep while still inside her, and the situation left her extremely flustered. She wanted to escape this predicament, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t overpower his strength.

Eventually, she gave up and tried to fall back asleep. When she awoke again, it was already four in the afternoon.

Leonid was no longer beside her, and Nella was seated by the bed, dozing off in a chair. As soon as Johanna stirred, Nella startled awake and stood up quickly.

“Marchioness…! How are you feeling?”

“……”

Johanna, who would always answer this question with an “I’m fine,” found herself unable to muster even a polite lie this time.

Instead, she sighed deeply, struggling to sit up. Leonid must have cleaned her, for her body was fresh, yet every inch ached. Her lower back, in particular, throbbed as if pricked with needles.

“Water…”

“Yes, yes! Just a moment, please!”

After drinking the water Nella brought, her foggy mind became a bit clearer. For the first time in what felt like ages, Johanna felt the pangs of hunger. It was as though her body was desperately fighting to survive.

“Could you prepare a meal… and some pain relievers as well?”

“Of course! I’ll get them right away!”

She filled herself with soft bread, soup, and some fruit. Normally, she’d read, paint, or take a walk after meals, but today she was too exhausted to do anything. Instead, Johanna stretched her legs out on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Then she remembered the important task she had planned for today. Forcing herself up, though her body felt as heavy as lead, she went to her desk. She pulled out a sheet of stationery from the drawer and picked up a pen.

She needed to arrange a meeting with Viscount Bantwood through a formal letter first.

The uninvited guest arrived around 8 p.m.

Leonid had left the estate for business, and Johanna, having successfully sent her letter to Viscount Vantwood, was now resting in the drawing room. Occasionally, she would pick up her sketchbook and draw. Now that she no longer needed to paint for income, creative ideas seemed to flow more freely.

She was drawing again at that moment—a simple pencil sketch of a ruined garden landscape.

She didn’t even know why she was inspired to draw something like that.

As she carefully detailed the intricate patterns on the broad leaves, she heard a knock followed by Nella’s voice.

“Marchioness, um… we have a visitor…”

Her voice sounded strangely anxious.