The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 202
“And if you look in this wardrobe… there are three outfits inside. You can rotate between them.”
“……”
As she opened the narrow, vertical wardrobe, a musty odor wafted out. The three garments were all gray, with rough, worn fabric. Was she supposed to wear that? The harsh reality left Josephine feeling faint, and for a moment, she swayed unsteadily.
“If you rest here for a while, in about thirty minutes, a sister assigned to guide you will come to explain the details of monastery life. Please, take a rest. I’ll be going now…”
The priest left, the door clicking shut behind him. As her strength drained away, Josephine sank to the floor, only to scream and scramble onto the bed upon spotting a many-legged creature crawling across the ground.
But the bed proved no safer. A spider hanging from the ceiling suddenly dropped onto the sheets. A high-pitched scream erupted from Josephine’s throat as she recoiled, curling into a ball. In the end, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, trapped in utter despair.
* * *
The clinking sound of chains linked to the handcuffs and shackles echoed. Johanna swayed up and down, blankly gazing at Leonid’s face.
As the length, which had withdrawn all the way out, plunged back in deeply, a small, involuntary gasp escaped her. The massive presence within her filled her entirely, then withdrew, over and over again. Johanna’s breathing grew erratic under the relentless pressure pushing down into her abdomen, causing her to groan softly.
“Johanna.”
“…”
“Stick out your tongue.”
Leonid leaned in close, his bare chest pressing against hers as he commanded. Without a word, Johanna obediently extended her tongue, allowing their slick, heated flesh to intertwine. Her marked body had become more susceptible to pleasure than ever, eagerly absorbing the pheromones he emitted.
“If you’re not infertile, then… ha…”
“Mmh, ah…”
“You’ll be carrying my child.”
“Ah…! Ugh!”
“Then I’ll make sure to fill you, every single day, without fail.”
Swallowing her cries with a fervent kiss, he pulled Johanna tightly into his embrace, thrusting himself in deep. Her inner walls gripped his swollen length, as if craving every drop released from him, as his length pulsed, eager to fill her completely.
Johanna remained helplessly enveloped in his embrace, enduring the warmth spreading within her abdomen.
As Leonid released himself fully, he deeply kissed her, his lips and tongue exploring every inch inside her mouth. The lewd, wet sounds echoed between them, a fervent and unrestrained kiss. Overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave, Johanna felt herself sinking into a deep despair.
No sooner had he finished than Leonid resumed his movements. Despite releasing, he showed no signs of softening, still thick and massive, like an unyielding pillar. The faintly flushed flesh was coated with remnants of his release, some dripping down from her entrance, trailing over her body, and spotting the sheets below.
Clink, clink. Every motion made the chains rattle against her skin. Though marked as his, Johanna remained bound, a symbol of Leonid’s relentless mistrust, ever fearing she might escape.
“The handcuffs… could you…”
“Are they uncomfortable?”
“Yes…”
With a reluctant sigh, Leonid finally unfastened the cuffs and shackles. As freedom settled over her limbs, Johanna exhaled a heavy sigh, burdened by thoughts of how long this confinement would last.
It pained her—the entirety of it, even his affection, which seemed endless but imprisoning.
“Sit up. Lean against me.”
Following his command, she shakily raised herself, settling into a seated position on his lap. They remained intimately connected as she straddled him. With his hands firmly gripping her hips, he guided her, moving her back and forth over him.
Johanna, unable to resist his intentions, let herself be pulled along, swallowing her sobs stained with shame. A pang of self-loathing hit her as she realized she had started to derive pleasure from these encounters.
The pheromones blended with the warmth seeping deeply into her were sweet, almost intoxicating. Would it be easier if she simply let go of everything? She felt disgusted by her own Omega instincts, which found euphoria in bonding with the Alpha who had marked her.
“Ha, ngh… ugh…”
“Crying again?”
“Mm….”
“Don’t you like it? This part of you is going crazy with pleasure.”
He pressed his palm against her lower abdomen, where an unmistakable bulge showed the outline of his length buried within her. Each time she held him, it protruded prominently through her thin, delicate stomach, an almost violent presence.
“Ah, no… no, I don’t….”
“Ha… still lying to yourself?”
Holding her firmly by the waist, he began thrusting deeply from below. Johanna’s body shook intensely with the motion, and a strained cry escaped her as if she were about to tear.
