episode_0127

My body wouldn’t move. It was a sensation I’d felt once before.

Just like when I’d been controlled by Dennis through the slave contract, I couldn’t move my body of my own will now.

Unlike the moment I had tried to leave, my body slowly approached Ian, moving according to his will.

As I walked into his embrace on my own, Ian pulled me close. The clothes draped over me slipped off easily, leaving me in nothing but my underwear again.

Ian gripped my ass so hard it hurt.

“Hngk—!”

The way he groped me without a word felt a little frightening. It was completely unlike the gentle Ian I knew.

The tender touch that had always reassured me, the soft smiles meant to comfort me—none of that was here now.

Of course. Why would he show consideration to a woman who had sucked him dry and tried to abandon him?

“Hah… Ian… stop. Forcing me to stay will only make things harder for both of us.”

“Shut up.”

He pushed me toward the vanity, swept all the cosmetics off with one hand, and then bent me over the surface. When Ian roughly tore off the bandages he had so carefully wrapped around me earlier, my bare chest was left exposed before him.

“No! No, Ian! Don’t—!”

It wasn’t that I suddenly regretted giving myself to him. I had no reason to stay chaste for him in the first place.

But the more this happened, the harder it would be for us to part.

I couldn’t ruin Ian’s life by making him marry a woman like me. A single mother? A man like him, with women lining up for him—why should he have to deal with that?

If I’d seen another woman in a similar situation clinging to him, I would’ve been the first to chase her off. Who did she think she was, trying to ruin his life?

And by that same measure, I couldn’t exempt myself. This choice wasn’t because I valued the child over Ian. It was a decision I made for his sake—because I had to leave him.

Ian’s hands trailed down my waist and hips before yanking my panties down.

This wasn’t like him. He always took his time, teasing me until I was desperate before finally giving in.

But this time, he pulled out his cock without preamble, pressed it against my entrance, and spoke.

“A child… is a child all you need? Then does that mean whoever gives you one has the right to have you?”

“That’s not it. Ian, I really do love you. But there’s nothing I can do. It’s not just for the child’s sake—it’s for yours too—”

“I said shut up!”

“Ah—?!”

His cock plunged deep, spearing my cervix in one thrust, and I truly couldn’t speak anymore. The sudden, overwhelming pleasure turned my mind blank.

“I don’t want to hear that bullshit. For my sake? What part of any of this is for my sake?! You decide what’s right, what’s good, all on your own, and then force it on me! I never asked for that! I don’t care if you have a child, if I wasn’t your first—I just want to keep you by my side so you can’t leave!”

Tears fell from Ian’s eyes as he shouted at me. The droplets struck my cheeks before rolling down and wetting the vanity.

That expression was cheating. My resolve wavered, and I almost nodded without thinking.

I almost blurted out that I wanted to stay, that I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to give in to this feeling.

“But I can’t.”

I placed a hand on Ian’s chest and pushed lightly.

I hadn’t used much strength, but the mere act of rejecting him must have hurt, because Ian stumbled back far too easily.

“I know you can’t help but think that way right now. I understand.”

What Ian was feeling now might have been similar to what I’d felt when I lost Yuria.

So I tried my best to make him understand. That this wasn’t because I didn’t love him.

That he wasn’t losing me—he was being freed from me.

“But I have a child. What about them? If we raise them together, everyone will know. Not just me, but you—and any child we have—will be looked down on. I don’t care about that kind of thing, but you and your child are different, aren’t you? There’s no need for you to walk that thorny path willingly.”

Ian would say he didn’t care, but in reality, he would. Whatever the reason, he was destined to be king. He couldn’t afford to live like some rural noble.

He would face countless aristocrats, and every time, my existence—and the child’s—would be a reason for them to scorn him.

So would he abandon the child somewhere and pretend they didn’t exist? Then they’d just become a weight on his conscience forever.

I thought I could finally convince him this time, but instead of arguing, Ian lifted me into his arms.

With his cock still buried inside me, the added weight made my body sink slightly, driving him even deeper. The head pressed against my cervix, intensifying the stimulation.

“Hih—?! W-Wait… put me down—ah?!”

Ian gripped my waist and pulled me down to the hilt. Even though there was nowhere left to go, the sensation of him forcing his way in, crushing my cervix, was unbearably intense.

The violent pleasure was enough to make my vision white out—like every brain cell was being burned away.

Now I had no choice but to realize it.

This bastard was doing this on purpose.

My rationality was gone, and only instinct remained, screaming at me to escape this situation as fast as possible.

I thrashed, trying to break free, but my legs couldn’t reach the ground, leaving me flailing helplessly. My arms had never stood a chance against his strength to begin with.

“Ah, no… Ian… if this keeps up, there really won’t be any going back…”

As I kept refusing him, Ian caught my tongue to stop my words.

“I don’t need your opinion anymore. I should’ve done this from the start. Respecting the will of a stupid woman who only tortures herself was my mistake. From now on, don’t live by your own will. I’ll decide your life for you.”

Insulting me, Ian threw me onto the bed. For a brief moment, I was free from his grasp—but only for a moment.

He quickly pinned me down, forcing my legs apart into an easy position to take me.

Without giving me a chance to protest, he slammed into me. My body, already wet from earlier, accepted him without resistance.

“How many children will it take? If one isn’t enough, I’ll keep you locked up until you’ve given me two, three—however many it takes.”

He picked up speed, clearly intent on getting me pregnant. Of course, we’d always wanted a child together before, but this was different.

Sex purely for conception. He was determined not to let me go until he was certain I was carrying his child.

There was no foreplay, no tenderness—just rough, dominating sex, as if I were nothing but a flesh slave for his pleasure. But my body, which had long since recognized Ian’s cock as its master, grew excited on its own, twitching and clenching around him.

“Answer me.”

SMACK!

“Kyaa—!”

When I didn’t respond, Ian—still thrusting into me from behind—struck my defenseless ass.

Unlike usual, he didn’t hold back this time, putting his full strength into the blow. The pain made my posture collapse, and Ian immediately delivered another strike.

SMACK!

“Hih—?!”

“What are you doing? Lift your ass.”

Completely indifferent to my pained whimpers, he coldly demanded I present myself. This was a first. The unfamiliar, merciless attitude from him sent a shiver of fear through me.

Unable to resist the order, I raised my hips. His cock immediately pushed back inside, and as if signaling it was time to start again, Ian repeated his question.

“So? What’s your answer?”

“Ian… no. Please, just let go.”

SMACK!

The moment I spoke, his hand came down again.

I screamed and nearly fell over, but he didn’t hesitate to strike once more. I was on the verge of tears, but Ian only spoke coldly.

“Back in position.”

I tried ignoring him out of defiance, but disobeying was impossible. The moment I hesitated, another slap landed.

My ass was already bright red from his spanking, but I still lifted my hips and guided his cock back inside myself.

Only after I’d done that was I allowed to speak. If I tried to talk without taking him in first, the punishment was immediate.

“Answer.”

“O-One…”

“One. Are you sure?”

“If I had another child, why would I ever choose to be a burden?”

Of course, I didn’t want that situation to happen. If I had two children by different fathers, I’d eventually be unable to care for one of them.

I’d tried to convince Ian several times, but after having my ass thoroughly spanked, my will to resist had crumbled.

“Good. Then once you’re pregnant with my child, I’ll let you leave.”

“What? That’s insane—where does that kind of rule exist?!”

“Even if it’s unreasonable, this is all your fault. If you were leaving to be happy, I could’ve accepted it. I would’ve let you go, even if it hurt. But I won’t allow you to throw yourself into hell for some stupid sense of duty.”

Ian suddenly stopped mid-thrust. Realizing he was about to cum, I tried to pull away, but he held my hips in an iron grip, leaving me no escape. His seed flooded into my womb.

“Ngh—Hah…!”

The moment I came, my body trembled violently. His sperm, thick with obsession, felt like it would fertilize me on the spot.

A single round like this would’ve been enough to get me pregnant during my ovulation, but Ian didn’t stop. He moved his hips again as if determined to pump me full of his seed 24/7 until I conceived.

“Haah♡ Haah♡ No♡ Ian♡ Stop♡”

My breathy moans lacked any conviction. My heated pussy had already finished preparing, clamping down on his cock and refusing to let go.

“Your body’s this honest, so why does your mouth keep lying?”

It was true. At some point, my words had become nothing but empty refusals. Not only did the sex feel incredible, but even the resolve I thought I’d hardened was crumbling.

I, as a woman, was already hopelessly lost to Ian Felix. No matter how much he insulted me, no matter how violently he took me, no matter how domineering he acted—even as fear coiled in my chest, I couldn’t help but grow wet at his masculine dominance.

Not just my body, but my heart had already been completely stolen by this man.

“I’m going to fill you one more time, Arina. Make sure you get pregnant.”

“Nooo♡ Stooop♡”

Don’t lie. That disgusting mouth needed to be sewn shut.

Even as I kept repeating my protests, I couldn’t contain the happiness bubbling inside me.

The fact that Ian loved me this much—that he was determined to get me pregnant so I could stay by his side—made me so unbearably happy.

A choice I couldn’t make on my own. Ian was forcing it for me.

He was raping my body, and I was tarnishing his nobility.

Ian had ordered me not to leave through the soul contract, but he hadn’t forbidden me from resisting or using magic.

If I’d wanted to knock him out and escape, I could have.

So in a way, this might’ve been consensual—but Ian wouldn’t point that out.

Ian wasn’t the kind of man who needed to force himself on anyone. There were plenty of women in the world who’d line up for him willingly.

Yet he was shouldering the disgrace of being called a rapist—for my sake.

And the fact that I was happy about it made me sick to my stomach.

“Don’t♡ I’ll really get pregnant♡ There’ll be no going back♡”

Shut up, you cowardly bitch.

Planning to excuse yourself by saying you refused?

Let go. Let go. Let go. Let go of Ian, you parasite. Whore. Slut. Trash.

Don’t taint him with your filthy life.

Mana swirled in my palm. I could do it.

If I touched Ian’s head like this, he’d fall asleep without a single wound.

But at the last moment, as I raised my hand—

“Hyaaah—♡!”

An orgasm ripped through me, and my hand fell limp.

I could’ve moved faster, but I hesitated.

I was exhausted. I didn’t want to resist my desires anymore for the sake of some hollow conviction.

My life had been too painful, too hard. I didn’t want to fight anymore.

I pretended I couldn’t win and let myself be caught.

Just once. Would it really be so bad to indulge just this once?

Didn’t I deserve to be selfish too, just for a little while?

That brief hesitation cost me. As pleasure overwhelmed me, my strength failed, and my hand dropped. Ian noticed my attempt to resist and sealed my magic.

Then he spanked me again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“S-Sorry…! I was wrong…!!!”

Once my resolve broke, I collapsed completely.

After accepting his seed inside me over and over, I climbed on top of Ian myself, rocking my hips to milk out every last drop.

“Finally being honest, aren’t you, Arina? You’ll have my child?”

Now unable to even think of lying, I clenched around him tighter, answering in a way that would please him as he fondled my chest in praise.

“Mmm… I want it. I want Ian’s baby… Fill me up with your thick cum…”

Seeing me honest at last, Ian smiled happily and spilled inside me once more.

We didn’t stop after that, continuing to crave each other endlessly—but I was certain I’d gotten pregnant in that moment.