Night of the Abandoned Duchess

Chapter 1 – Prologue

“Du, Duke—Haahk, haaa…”

The woman’s voice resounded sharply in the large and colorful room.
She tries to suppress her groan, though the force of the pounding from behind prevents her from swallowing the sound.

Rosalyn, clutching her hand tightly, was burdened with a rush of pain and pleasure.

“Raise your hips straight, it won’t contain my seeds properly.”

Just before her posture collapsed, the man’s hand flew violently.

Slap!

His large hand slammed Rosalyn’s white buttocks, and it quickly turned red like a ripe fruit.

At his command, she barely lifted her hips high.
With her waist lowered and only her hips sticking out and shaking, she’s like a vulgar beast begging to be hit.

…No, the husband who sticks his thing inside her was already a huge beast.
And, the one begging under it would be small and insignificant, like a rabbit or a bird.

An instinctive act of only eating to satisfy hunger.
Loveless engagement.

As soon as she recalled her own plight, not only the place where she had been hit, but also her whole body felt red.
She felt like crying with shame.

“Pl, please…”

Before she could even say she didn’t like this kind of thing, a one-sided feeling of pleasure came again.
Rosalyn was in a daze from the time he lifted her skirt and gave her intense caresses, but she couldn’t stand it any longer when he hit her with his ferocious member.

She wiggled her feet and spit out the words, whether it was a moan or a plea.

Please stop!

However, he did not pay attention to his wife’s earnest voice, and only pierced his desires wildly into her.

“Ha—I’m, I’m c*mming…!”

As she panted and shouted, she could hear his low groaning.
The man’s breath grazed the nape of her neck.

Rosalyn felt the seed rushing through her as she breathed in quietly under him.
There was no strength left in her body, as the pleasure had swept her away.

Meanwhile, unlike her, who was exhausted like a piece of scrap paper, her husband, Kyle, looked relatively neat.
After pouring out his lust, he looked even cleaner.

Even though he clings to her like a beast like that, after s*x, she’s always the only one who looks promiscuous.
Rosalyn couldn’t stand it, it felt sad and unfair.

She managed to get herself up, wiping the things that ran between her legs with a cloth.
She couldn’t see her private place with her own eyes, so when she roughly reached it by guessing, the sadness and shame came again.

From what other wives secretly whisper, the average husband is affectionate and attentive after the relationship is over…

It’s been a long time since she gave up on those things, anyway.

“Are you still working today? I’m afraid you will be tired…”

As she ruffled her underside, Rosalyn pulled up the hem of her dress and opened her mouth brightly.

The husband and wife were on the way to a party held at the royal family today.
After the party, she comes back to change her clothes in the dressing room,