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She said she had a husband and children!

 

 

Taking another man’s wife is considered the worst crime. Not to mention a married woman!

Even though Aran is the king, Mulla is still a noble with a proper husband and family, yet he shamelessly lusts after her!

 

 

Mulla was horrified and tried to push him away.

But who is Aran?

Even a woman’s formidable strength is no more than a butterfly’s flutter before him.

 

 

In the end, her arms did nothing and only gave Aran a sense of conquest and excitement.

 

“Puhaha! W-what are you doing!”

 

As Aran opened his mouth, she glared at him and demanded an explanation.

It was the first time she had ever met a man who acted so recklessly.

 

 

“What?”

 

 

Aran stopped using respectful speech and reached out to grab a handful of her plump breasts.

 

 

“Hyaeuk!”

 

 

Her face flushed red with shame.

She was furious.

 

 

“Stop it right now!”

 

Aran grabbed her other breast as well.

 

 

“Hieuk!”

 

He blatantly massaged them, drawing circles from the inside out as if caressing them.

You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t feel ashamed of this.

 

 

“I told you to stop!!”

 

 

Mulla slapped Aran’s arm away.

It seemed like she needed to go even harder.

 

 

But….

 

 

 

“Where do you think you’re acting up?”

 

 

 

Aran didn’t back down.

Since she was practically gifted as a slave, it would be stupid not to take her.

 

Aran pushed the resisting her onto the bed.

She fell back with a cute scream.

 

 

“Looks like you still don’t know your place. How pathetic.”

 

Aran chuckled and took off his pants. His large member stood up hard.

 

 

“Hieeik! S-seriously…seriously, stop it…I’m married! I have a husband and kids!”

“Well…we’ll see.”

 

Aran approached her, who was trembling, and tore off her clothes.

No, it would be more accurate to say he ripped them off rather than took them off.

 

 

“Kyaaak!! You have a wife!! Do you even have a conscience?!”

“Does it look like I do?”

 

I thought he would at least be embarrassed.

But Aran was unfazed.

How could such a human being exist?

 

 

Mulla despaired.

She couldn’t win with strength, and she couldn’t make him stop with any words.

 

 

‘Ah…no…! I’m sorry, honey…’

 

 

She closed her eyes and shed a tear.

 

Buueok!

 

 

Around that time, all her clothes were finally torn off, revealing her beautiful skin.

Women blessed with mana, who don’t age until they die, have firm skin and good figures even at 80, like women in their 20s or late teens.

 

 

The same goes for married women who have had children.

Rather, they often tasted better than virgins as their bodies loosened up appropriately and they gained sexual experience.

A prime example is Seorae.

 

 

Aran drooled, threw the bra far away, and bit the pink nipples that were shyly revealing themselves.

 

 

“Aheung….”

 

Mulla moaned without realizing it.

She sobbed sadly.

And she resented Aran.

 

 

‘When I get back…I’ll definitely take revenge. I’ll get my revenge!!’

 

 

Since she couldn’t prevent her body from being defiled, she would at least take revenge.

 

 

Of course, only a simple woman like her could think of that; most women wouldn’t even dare to think of such a thing.

 

 

 

 

Jjwaak!

 

 

Aran, who had been fondling her body for a while, finally spread her legs and tore her fluffy underwear to both sides.

 

 

Of course, he tore it from the middle of the part that covered her genitals, as if making a hole, to make her even more excited.

 

 

Her genitals, trembling with fear, were revealed between the underwear split to the left and right.

 

 

 

“This moment is the most exciting. Yeah.”

“Ah…not that…please….”

 

 

She didn’t think he would stop after coming this far even by a sliver, but she still spoke with a glimmer of hope.

 

 

“No. I’m going to do it.”

 

 

But as expected.

Aran didn’t even listen to Mulla’s plea and thrust in with a *pueok*.

 

 

“Haeuk!”

 

 

She gasped for breath as his member entered deeply in one go.

 

 

“I-it’s too…big…!”

 

 

It was nothing like her husband’s.

Unlike his, which sometimes felt like nothing, she felt pain that seemed to cut her body into pieces and a stuffiness as if something was filling her up.

 

“Huu….good….!”

 

 

Aran enjoyed her distorted face and stroked her hair.

 

“I’ll enjoy you from time to time. You’d be perfect as a maid by my side, wouldn’t you?”

“Wha…t…aheuk!”

 

 

He didn’t answer her question and immediately moved his hips.

As expected, it was a violent act that buried consideration in the ground.

 

 

“I-it hurts…aheuk!”

“It’s okay. I feel good.”

 

 

Pueok pueok pueok pueok!

 

 

Holding both her ankles and pushing them towards Mulla’s head, he moved his hips while admiring her smooth legs, shaking breasts, and Mulla’s face full of humiliation and shame.

The lewd sound of *jjilkkeok* filled the room, and the thrilling pleasure and high-pitched moans filled his satisfaction.

 

 

 

About ten minutes passed like that.

 

 

Aran ejaculated inside her.

 

 

“Heueueuk…..!”

 

 

A large amount of hot liquid was poured into her womb, and her eyes widened.

Receiving the rapist’s semen.

There was no despair like this.

 

 

‘Ah…I have no face to see him….’

 

 

“Huu…that was good. Giving me such a gift. I should give Aphrodite extra love, shouldn’t I?”

 

Seueuk.

 

 

Aran rubbed her vulva, savoring the afterglow.

The friction from the vagina filled with semen created a languid pleasure.

 

 

“Gift…?”

 

Mulla reacted.

 

 

A gift?

 

It might just be a kind of expression, but she had an ominous feeling.

It didn’t seem like a simple expression at all.

 

 

“Huh? Ah, I forgot you didn’t know?”

 

 

Aran moved aside slightly for a more delicious meal.

Of course, he also removed his member.

 

 

“Keukeu. There’s a letter you brought on that desk over there, right? Read it.”

“….”

 

 

Mulla hesitated.

Somehow, she felt like it was meaningless to find out, and if she did, she would feel even more miserable.

 

 

But even so, her body moved.

Ignoring her throbbing lower body, she walked like a hypnotized person and opened the letter on the desk.

 

 

Aran quietly followed behind her.

 

 

 

 

“Ah…t-this….!”

 

 

Behind something insignificant…perhaps predictable…there was a phrase that shouldn’t have been there.

The woman who delivered the letter was a gift, so use her as you please.

In other words, whoever delivered the letter became Aran’s property. Whether willingly or unwillingly.

 

“You saw it?”

“N-no way…this is a forgery, right? Right?”

“Do you think I, who barely know how to read, could forge that?”

 

 

Aphrodite is a master calligrapher.

Even though it seemed like she had scribbled it carelessly, there was considerable elegance and beauty in the writing, making it a style that was not easy to imitate.

 

 

And Mulla knew that too.

 

 

“Ah ah…..”

 

A feeling of despair.

She was already in hell and despair, but there was a place far below what she thought was the end.

 

 

“My…my family…? My home…?”

“Who knows.”

 

 

Aran went behind Mulla, who was despairing while standing, and stroked her butt.

She was so desperate that she couldn’t even react to it.

 

 

‘I’ve developed a strange hobby…but…..’

 

 

Why is the despair of others…of a woman…so sweet?

Aran felt like he had fallen from grace, but he didn’t feel bad.

 

 

He has power and authority.

He has beautiful wives and beautiful slaves.

And they will continue to increase.

 

 

What’s wrong with living greedily?

What’s wrong with being selfish?

Thanks to that, I’m so well-off.

 

 

 

 

Aran whispered in her ear.

 

 

“I’ll let you bring them here to live if you want. But you’re mine.”

“R-really…?”

“Yeah. You need your family to be strong, don’t you?”

 

 

He whispered words as sweet as a devil.

Of course, it only seemed sweet because she was in hell right now; originally, it was a word that was far from sweet, so bitter that you would want to throw it up.

 

 

“Your family can live if you’re strong.”

 

 

Aran slyly spread her buttocks.

She no longer refused or resisted.

 

 

“Good girl…. Have you ever done it with your butt?”

 

 

 

 

 

* * *

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Your Majesty! Please make a decision!”

“….”

 

 

Vanessa closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip.

Her jaw trembled involuntarily.

 

The moment of a historical…and humiliating declaration.

 

 

The eyes of the nobles were focused on her lips.

 

 

“Your Majesty!”

“A decision!”

“There is no other way!”

 

Eventually, Vanessa opened her eyes and stood up from her seat.

Then she took a breath as if to calm her anger.

 

“I will follow your opinions.”

“Your Majesty….”

 

A bleak smile spread across the faces of the nobles.

A smile that looked bright but wasn’t, a dark smile.

But even so, a smile that they had overcome this situation.

 

 

 

 

“We will surrender to the Great Kingdom and become a vassal state.”