The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Execution (Part 5)

“You’re no longer a child, so watch your behavior. Especially, be careful about actions that could cause rumors, like entering a married couple’s bedroom without permission.”

Once again, Alessandro didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at Charles. He simply kept his eyes fixed on Beatrice.

Being ignored twice in a row, Charles fell silent and shifted his gaze to Beatrice.

Both men were now staring solely at her. Beatrice felt as though her breath was being choked.

She fidgeted with her fingers hidden under the blanket and murmured awkwardly, “…Yes, Aless, you should be more careful from now on. Don’t come here so early without permission…”

Her eyelids trembled as she added, “Don’t do it again.”

Beatrice forced a strained smile. When no response came, she took a deep breath and continued, “You’re a man now, Aless. Visiting a married couple’s private space like this could lead to rumors, just as Charles said, so you need to be more careful.”

Alessandro’s piercing gaze stung wherever it landed. Beatrice looked up at him nervously. Please, she thought, just let this pass.

After staring at her desperate expression for a moment, Alessandro finally spoke in a heavy tone.

“…Understood.”

Without hiding his dark expression, Alessandro turned and left the room.

Even after he had exited, Beatrice kept her eyes fixed on the closed door.

Charles, however, didn’t seem pleased by her lingering gaze.

“It’s not just Alessandro who needs to be warned.”

He spoke softly, but his tone was chilling, “You should be careful too, dear. Offering your lewd body to another man, tempting him to fill that loose hole—you know better than to do that, don’t you?”

Beatrice lowered her eyes and shrank at Charles’ words. Though it seemed like he was simply trying to humiliate her, his accusation carried weight for someone like Beatrice, who had indeed been engaging in illicit affairs.

Seeing her biting her lips without responding, Charles smiled with satisfaction, assuming his obedient wife would once again follow his command.

He slid his hand from her shoulder down to her breast. His firm grab made Beatrice gasp in shock.

“Ah, Charles, no, it’s morning—”

“Shh.”

Charles covered her mouth with his hand as he pulled the blanket back, revealing her body, still marked with the traces of their previous night. Before Beatrice could hide herself, Charles grabbed her waist tightly.

“Ahh!”

The sudden penetration lasted a long time. That day, Beatrice couldn’t leave the bed.

***

From that point on, Charles became even more obsessed with monitoring Beatrice. He didn’t allow her to be alone with any man, not even the servants or the coachmen, whom he normally ignored. Alessandro was no exception.

Beatrice could only see Alessandro during meals or when Charles was present for tea.

Unable to be intimate with Alessandro after Charles’ return, Beatrice found herself growing increasingly frustrated.

Although their relationship had begun as a means for her to have a child, Beatrice had come to genuinely enjoy their sexual encounters.

She found comfort in Alessandro’s arms, and his persistent caresses satisfied her in ways Charles never could.

Her longing for him grew with each passing day. Whenever she saw Alessandro, she looked at him with a hungry gaze, and in return, he stared back at her with equal intensity.

Though Charles kept them from being alone, that didn’t mean they spent their days suppressing their desires.

Beatrice approached Alessandro outside the dining room, where he was waiting for her.

“Did you sleep well, Aless?”

“No.”

“Why not? Is something wrong?”

Her concerned tone only made Alessandro stare at her with a knowing look, as if asking how she could not know the reason. Beatrice’s face turned crimson with embarrassment.

When she opened her mouth to say something, Alessandro quietly opened the door.

“…Let’s go in.”

As he stepped through the door, he briefly grasped her hand before letting go. For a brief moment, his warm hand clasped her small one, and his thumb gently brushed over the back of her hand, as if to comfort her.

That small touch was enough to set Beatrice’s body on fire. She felt a surge of heat in her lower abdomen, and soon, wetness pooled between her legs.

Blushing, Beatrice pressed her cheek with the back of her hand. This isn’t right, she thought. Yet, she couldn’t help but steal glances at Alessandro.

But the man who had set her ablaze now sat calmly at the table, showing no signs of being affected.

Feeling disappointed, Beatrice walked slowly to her seat, wondering if she had overreacted to his touch.

When Charles arrived and the three of them sat down, the food was served.

Already a light eater, Beatrice had no appetite that morning due to her gloomy mood.

Charles didn’t pay any attention to her lack of appetite, but Alessandro noticed. His dark, watchful eyes followed her every move, though no one else saw it.

Beatrice suddenly flinched when she felt something lift the hem of her skirt under the table.

Startled, she looked around nervously. Charles continued eating, oblivious to what was happening. So then…

Beatrice’s frightened eyes turned to Alessandro, who sat across from her.

With his chin resting on his hand, Alessandro was watching her intently. His dark green eyes gleamed with mischief.

At the same time, she felt his foot brush against her ankle under the table.

Beatrice shook her head slightly, pleading with her eyes. But Alessandro didn’t stop. His foot continued to move upward, sliding along her calf.

Panicking, Beatrice mouthed the words, ‘Stop, Aless.’

But the sensation of his foot grazing her leg persisted, making her tremble.

His foot didn’t stop there. It slowly made its way higher, until it reached the most intimate part of her body.

Through the thin fabric of her underwear, something hard pressed against her slit. The unfamiliar sensation rubbed against her most sensitive area, and her body heated up quickly, causing wetness to seep out.

“Ugh!”

Her clit was suddenly squeezed, sending a wave of unbearable pleasure through her. Beatrice accidentally let out a moan.

Charles, noticing the sound, looked up from his meal to stare at her. He saw his wife, red-faced and breathing heavily, with her eyes glistening with moisture.

“Are you feeling unwell?” he asked with a frown.

“Ah, no, I—uhm!”

Beatrice’s shoulders shook as Alessandro pressed even harder under the table. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in broken gasps.

“Dear?”

Charles leaned closer, his face full of concern, while Alessandro’s foot continued its assault beneath the table, intensifying the sensation. Beatrice’s vision blurred, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“I-I’m fine, r-really… ah…”

She managed to force out the words. But it was a lie. She was far from fine.

Both men knew it, too.

Charles narrowed his eyes suspiciously and was about to say something, but Alessandro spoke first.

“Perhaps Sister should rest, Charles.”

Beatrice opened her eyes just in time to see Alessandro’s lips curl into a devilish smile.

“Y-Yes, I should go. I’ll head upstairs now.”

Alessandro finally pulled his foot back.

Freed from his torment, Beatrice hurriedly excused herself and left the room, her legs trembling. She barely had the strength to refuse Charles’ offer to help her up the stairs.

Once she reached the bathroom, she stripped off her clothes, trying to calm her racing heart.

But her body, already burning with desire, refused to settle down.

“Ahh… ahhh!”

Beatrice slid her fingers between her legs, desperately trying to relieve the ache. But her fingers felt too thin and soft compared to Alessandro’s strong hands.

Aless’ touch is nothing like this.

Her throat felt dry with longing as she touched herself, trying to remember how Alessandro’s hands had felt on her body.

“Hnng, ahh, ahhh!”

As Beatrice’s body trembled with pleasure, the water in the bathtub splashed, spilling onto the floor. Her climax came hard and fast, leaving her exhausted and breathless.

Leaning back in the tub, Beatrice let out a long sigh.

“What am I going to do…”

Even with her eyes closed, she couldn’t stop thinking about Alessandro’s twisted smile from earlier that day.

***

Beatrice continued to have small, secret encounters with Alessandro. After nights spent moaning under Charles, Alessandro became bolder.

Despite fearing they might be caught, Beatrice couldn’t bring herself to push Alessandro away.

Whenever she hesitated or tried to avoid him, Alessandro would reveal the vulnerable side hidden beneath his hard exterior. It reminded her of the young boy he once was, and her resolve would crumble.

Even though she lived in constant tension, worrying that they might be discovered, Beatrice continued to hold onto both men—one hand grasping Alessandro and the other Charles.

The mansion, shared by the three of them, was filled with an air of unease, a tense atmosphere that felt like it could explode at any moment.

***

From the beginning, Charles and Alessandro had always had a distant relationship.

The large age gap between them, more like an uncle and nephew than brothers, meant they had little in common. They differed in personality, interests, and even tastes in food and fashion.

Had Charles made an effort to embrace his younger brother and be kind, things might have been different. But at the time when Alessandro longed for affection, Charles was too preoccupied with the family’s affairs.

Charles lived a life of extravagance, indulging in women and luxury. He seldom took the time to care for his younger brother, who, while appearing tough on the outside, was still soft and vulnerable.

The few times they encountered each other, Charles barely offered any meaningful conversation, never taking the time to truly connect.