The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Execution (Part 4)

Charles furrowed his brow as the image of his younger brother, Alessandro, who had returned to the mansion not long ago, crossed his mind.

However, he quickly shook his head. The closeness between the two of them had sometimes made him uncomfortable, but he had never dared to suspect that they were having an affair.

One reason was that he still viewed Alessandro, who was much younger than him, as a child. Another reason was that he knew how much Beatrice doted on Alessandro as if he were her younger brother.

But most of all, he couldn’t imagine his upright wife engaging in such a scandalous relationship with Alessandro.

No, that can’t be.

Charles let go of his heavy concerns, but deep down, in the part of his mind he wasn’t fully aware of, doubt continued to linger.

He ordered the butler to bring Beatrice to him. Before long, she arrived, her confusion and discomfort evident. Seeing this only made Charles feel more disturbed.

“Why did you call for me—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Charles issued a command, “Take off your clothes.”

Although she was accustomed to his forcefulness, it was the first time he had spoken to her as though she were a servant. Beatrice stared at him in disbelief, her eyes wide as if she had misheard.

Charles, frowning, repeated his command, “I said, take them off.”

“Charles? What’s wrong?”

“Take them off. Before I tear them off myself.”

Though she didn’t understand why he was so angry, Beatrice had been trained to obey for a long time. She quietly began to undress.

Her dress, easy to remove by herself, slipped to the floor as soon as she undid the buttons at the front.

“Take everything off. Leave nothing on.”

Biting her lip, Beatrice removed the remaining thin fabric, leaving herself completely exposed. She lowered her head in shame.

The soft moonlight pouring through the large window illuminated her smooth, pale skin. Her large breasts swayed gently with each breath, her hard nipples standing upright like ripe cherries. Charles knew very well how they tasted when he rolled them in his mouth.

Leaning further back into the sofa, Charles beckoned her with his hand.

“Come closer.”

Hesitantly, Beatrice approached him.

When she reached him, Charles didn’t say a word. Instead, he scrutinized her entire body with cold eyes, as though he were searching for something hidden.

“Charles?”

Unable to understand what was going on, Beatrice cautiously called his name.

Charles’ lips twisted into a smirk. “What’s the matter? Can’t do it with me? Afraid I’ll find out you’ve been sleeping with some other bastard?”

“…What?”

Beatrice was too stunned to respond. Charles grabbed her chin.

“Ugh!”

His rough grip forced her head up, and she grimaced in pain. Unfazed, Charles questioned her in a slow, menacing voice.

“You’ve started wearing makeup, your once dull wardrobe is now bright and colorful, and you’ve been walking around with that sultry smile on your face all the time. Who are you trying to seduce? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“…That’s…”

Unable to come up with an excuse, Beatrice bit her lip.

Charles let out a bitter laugh. He raised one eyebrow and motioned to the bed with a jerk of his chin.

“Go sit down.”

As soon as Beatrice awkwardly sat on the bed, Charles gave another order.

“Spread your legs.”

Her lips trembled with shame as Beatrice slowly parted her legs.

“Spread them wider.”

“I… I already—”

“Not your legs. Your pussy. Spread it open so I can see inside.”

Beatrice’s face flushed with humiliation. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly moved her hands downward.

She hesitated, unable to insert her fingers into the slit, until Charles frowned in irritation. Fearing his anger, Beatrice quickly slipped her fingers inside and spread herself open.

With her delicate fingers, she held her pussy apart, exposing the pink flesh inside. The small opening twitched slightly as if it were reacting to the cold air.

Beatrice’s face, flushed with shame, glowed a soft pink under the moonlight. Seeing her like this made Charles’ cock strain painfully against his trousers.

Finally, Charles stood from the sofa and approached the bed, kneeling between her legs. He brought his face so close to her pussy that his nose nearly touched it. Then, he pushed his fingers inside.

“Ah!”

Beatrice’s head fell back as Charles curved his fingers, probing her insides. At first, her pussy was dry, but soon, a small amount of moisture seeped out, and a lewd squelching sound accompanied his movements.

“It looks clean enough…,” Charles muttered with dissatisfaction as he withdrew his fingers.

He nodded toward the bed. “Turn over.”

Biting her lip, Beatrice turned over and got on her hands and knees. It was a position she hated but Charles loved.

Being taken from behind was always uncomfortable for her. Charles’ cock felt even larger than usual in this position, and the harsh, relentless pounding was too much for her to handle.

But Charles loved it. The more she gasped and struggled, the more excited he became.

And today was no different.

“Haah!”

Charles, with one hand gripping Beatrice’s neck and the other holding her wrists, thrust his penis inside her without hesitation. Trapped beneath him, Beatrice, confined by his hold, had no escape from the relentless pounding of his thrusts.

“Ah! Ahh, it’s too, ngh, too much!”

“How many men have you let fuck you, for your pussy to be this loose? Squeeze tighter.”

Charles growled as he released her neck and slapped her ass hard. The sharp sound echoed in the room, leaving a red handprint on her skin.

“Ahh!”

The mix of pain and pleasure was too much for Beatrice, and she started to cry.

“Even after being spanked like a bitch in heat, you’re still tightening up? Hah.” Charles sneered at her.

“N-No! It’s not, ah, it’s not!”

Sobbing, Beatrice shook her head. But her inner walls, contrary to her denial, gripped Charles’ cock tightly, refusing to let go.

“If that’s not it, why is your pussy squeezing me so hard?”

Slap! Charles hit her ass again. This time, the pain was doubled, and even the air brushing against her skin hurt. Yet, despite the pain, a strange pleasure rose from her swollen, throbbing ass.

“Ahh! Ahh, no! Aah!”

Crying uncontrollably, Beatrice screamed as she climaxed. Charles, ignoring her tears, ruthlessly continued to pound into her.

It was violent sex. But the most miserable part was how her body, so accustomed to it, had learned to interpret even the pain as pleasure.

Tears streamed endlessly from Beatrice’s eyes as her body climaxed again. Her inner walls tightened around him, and Charles, gritting his teeth against the strong stimulation, pulled out roughly.

“Hng…”

Even the sensation of him withdrawing left Beatrice trembling with reluctant pleasure. Her body, limp and exhausted, twitched on the bed.

Charles rubbed his cock against her lower abdomen before ejaculating. Thick, white semen splattered across her chest and face, dripping onto the bed.

After finishing, Charles stood up. Beatrice assumed he would leave the room, as he always did. But Charles did not leave.

Instead, he grabbed a handful of Beatrice’s hair and pulled her head down. Beatrice was too weak to resist as he dragged her lower.

Gripping her face, Charles pressed the tip of his cock against her lips.

“Lick it clean.”

Though he had ordered her to do this before, it had never been in such a demeaning way. It was as if he was treating her like an object… no, he had treated her like that many times before. He had frequently used her as a tool for his sexual satisfaction.

With self-loathing welling up inside her, Beatrice obediently opened her mouth.

His cock filled her small mouth completely, its size overwhelming. She worried her lips might tear, but she made no complaint and diligently used her tongue.

Beatrice tried to pull away to lick the shaft, but Charles ruthlessly grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock deeper into her mouth.

“Ugh!”

He pushed into her throat, growling a warning, “Don’t you dare let it go soft. Do as you were taught.”

Choking and coughing, Beatrice did as she was told. She used her tongue to lick every part of Charles’ cock. The cum and her own saliva cleaned the shaft, but more precum leaked from the tip, making the task endless.

“Turn over.”

Charles ordered her again, and Beatrice, unable to resist, knelt on the bed with her hands bracing herself.

And the merciless act resumed.

***

The next morning, Beatrice woke up feeling pain all over her body.

“Haa…”

She let out a long sigh, holding her aching waist as she tried to sit up.

“Bea.”

Startled by the soft voice near her, Beatrice raised her head.

“Who… Aless?”

Alessandro stood by her bedside, looking down at her with concern. How had he entered the couple’s bedroom?

Before she could ask, guilt welled up in her chest as she saw the painful expression on Alessandro’s face. She had never seen him look so vulnerable, not even as a child.

“Aless…”

Beatrice bit her lip, unsure of what to say.

Just then, the door quietly opened, and Charles entered the room, looking much calmer than the previous night. He hadn’t yet noticed Alessandro standing by the bed.

Without hesitation, Charles walked over and placed a hand on Beatrice’s shoulder.

“My dear, are you awake?”

“…Ah…”

Beatrice hesitated, casting a nervous glance at Alessandro.

Following her gaze, Charles finally noticed his younger brother in the room. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Aless? What are you doing here?”

Alessandro remained silent, but Charles’ expression darkened. He glanced at Beatrice, tightening his grip on her shoulder.

In a voice filled with malice, Charles spoke.