Chapter 56

The bathtub wasn’t very big, but Riorem was too huge.

It felt too cramped inside with a man like him pressed against me.

I think Riorem must have thought the same.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me up. While my body dangled, he sat down in the bathtub.

Settling into position, Riorem lowered me onto his thigh.

No, to be precise, he slammed me down onto his erect member.

“Hngh!”

His member, standing straight and vertical, instantly plunged deep inside. It felt like sitting on a chair fitted with an artificial phallus.

“Haa, ah…”

Riorem let out a long breath.

Because of the posture, the inside of me felt even tighter.

He grabbed my ankles and wrapped them behind his waist.

Sitting on my legs, I felt like I was clinging to him.

And soon, I actually ended up clinging to Riorem.

“Ahh!”

A scream-like moan burst out.

My body moved before my head could catch up.

A dull ache arrived late, pressing and crushing my uterus and the organs above it, as something thick and hard slammed inside me.

Haa.

The breath Riorem exhaled tickled my ear like wind.

The man who plunged all the way to the root growled and trembled like a beast.

I rested my forehead against his rising chest to catch my breath.

The stimulation was overwhelming. Just the insertion alone almost made me lose myself halfway.

Squirm, squirm.

The flesh inside me that was so tight I couldn’t even breathe moved slowly.

At that moment, I realized: even though he asked for a kiss, he wouldn’t ask if he could move.

As expected, Riorem’s member slipped out without warning.

Even with how stretched open I was, the tip scraped sharply against my inner walls.

That ticklish sensation made my entrance twitch.

Soon, the heat surged again, pounding all the way to the crown of my head.

“Ah, ahh, ah, ah!”

The hard, hot pillar pushed inside relentlessly.

I feared my insides might all get crushed, but then he pulled back and thrust hard inside again.

My waist trembled with the intense pleasure that made it hard to hold myself up.

I gripped his waist desperately with my legs wrapped around him.

Slap, slap.

The remaining bathwater splashed against the tub’s walls.

Our bodies, so close no hair could slip in between, parted and clung again with every movement of

Riorem’s hips.

My hips ached.

I wasn’t sure if it was from hitting his firm thighs nonstop or from the sticky fluids clinging and heating up.

Everything became opaque as I was wildly penetrated.

“Ah, ahh, haa, deep, uhng.”

Short gasps poured out one after another.

I wanted to catch my breath, which had reached my chin, but couldn’t.

Riorem kept thrusting rapidly without pause.

“Haa, ah, haa…”

His breath spilled over the dizzying crown of my head.

His ribcage, covered in solid muscles, shook violently.

His upper body moved as wildly as his member ravaging inside me.

Resting my forehead on his sweat-soaked chest, I felt the rapid beating of his heart.

Both Riorem and I were trapped in this enormous pleasure that left no room for reason.

Thud.

Riorem plunged even deeper.

The large, swollen tip pressed hard against my uterus, savoring the sensation.

From my perspective, it was an act that stirred primal fear.

I might end up receiving his seed and having my lower belly swell up.

“Haa, ah, ahhh.”

I twisted my body, drooling.

The more I did, the tighter Riorem’s hands wrapped around me.

His movements became shorter and more skillful. It no longer hurt, but my body trembled even more.

The motion pressing and tapping on my womb was eerily unfamiliar.

Eventually, I climaxed while my uterus was being crushed.

It felt like the lava that had pooled in my lower abdomen suddenly burst and flowed throughout my whole body.

A strong stream poured through my trembling body.

The semen Riorem shot pounded against my sensitive womb as it seeped inside.

Feeling his prolonged ejaculation, I collapsed into Riorem’s arms.

I prayed that he would take me to bed like this.

Fortunately, that day I was able to return quietly to my bed.

Though I did give Riorem a blowjob before falling asleep, thanks to not pushing for consecutive encounters, nothing worse happened.

After several days of similar routines, I gradually became sure of one thing:

My body was slowly getting used to Riorem.

Of course, the insertion that seemed to crush all the organs inside was still unfamiliar.

Perhaps I would never fully adapt.

Still, I no longer suffered from body aches.

Even when Riorem couldn’t hold back and clung to me repeatedly, after a solid half-day of rest, I could move around again.

As this went on, I began to want to go outside.

I wasn’t happy or eager to visit the palace.

But there was definitely a huge difference in the amount and quality of information I could get by going in as Riorem’s secretary compared to staying only in the bedroom.

So, before falling asleep, I spoke to Riorem.

I said it would be okay if I went back to the palace again.

Naturally, I thought he would tell me his next schedule.

He liked showing me off to others… and besides, my voice was half-hoarse when I spoke.

Whenever my body was sore from us rushing things, Riorem didn’t know what to do.

Even if I teased him a little, he just took it quietly.

But Riorem didn’t give me a positive answer.

His face was stiff, hard. It felt like the murderous aura he had the day I secretly met the crown prince.

What was he so angry about?

But he was a man who wouldn’t get mad even at a slave who had rushed him and taken his seed forcibly.

He never scolded me for being so eager on my own.

Riorem just said calmly but firmly,

“Not yet. Your fever just went down.”

I’m not very good at sensing emotions in others, but I understood Riorem quite well.

So I didn’t argue with his refusal. I just said I’d rest a few more days.

I wasn’t without some hope.

If the situation was serious enough for Riorem to get that serious, surely I would hear something eventually.

The problem was that whoever should tell me might be angry with me right now.

Teumesia was a rational woman.

If there was a problem because of me, she would definitely come to tell me.

But Teumesia wasn’t an emotionless doll, so she probably wouldn’t share the story willingly after being used by me.

‘Still, maybe she’d pass something on through her maid, who I stabbed and inserted.’

With that thought, I always brought Teumesia’s maid along.

Now that I had to leave the bedroom regularly.

Today, after a simple face wash, I left the bedroom with the maid.

I headed to the room at the very end of the second floor.

It was the smallest bedroom, given only to bodyguards brought by guests.

When I entered, the scent of flowers was overwhelming.

Even with the windows open, it was so strong I thought it could be crushed and turned into perfume.

‘Of course, I have no intention of using it.’

I lifted the box placed in the middle of the room without much care.

Since the unwelcome visit, flowers and gifts arrived daily at the mansion.

They were all gifts sent by Alpheios.

I didn’t bother checking them myself. I just told the maid to deal with them appropriately.

Then Riorem began managing the gifts.

He didn’t carelessly throw away Alpheios’s flowers or presents.

The flowers were used as firewood after the leaves dried, and the gifts were stashed away in this room.

Apparently, a retainer of the crown prince advised him that if he threw away the gifts, Alpheios might cause trouble under the pretense of that.

So Riorem did more than just not throwing them away.

He checked the luxury items inside carefully.

It seemed he even opened the letters sent by Alpheios.

Of course, I only saw him take them somewhere since he neither read them himself nor asked me to read them.

‘Teumesia probably read them on his behalf.’

Thinking so, I rifled through the box.