The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Letter

The letter arrived late in the afternoon.

“Who could it be?”

During the long period Beatrice had been confined to the estate, there were very few people she kept in contact with. Occasionally, her family or a few childhood friends would send her greetings, or perhaps it was yet another invitation from some eccentric in society who couldn’t take no for an answer despite countless rejections.

Curiosity piqued, Beatrice checked the sender, and her eyes widened.

[Alessandro Clasis.]

The name, written in elegant cursive, belonged to her dear Alessandro, who had gone off to the military academy and hadn’t contacted her in the four years since.

Why had he suddenly written to her now, after all this time? She felt both curious and surprised. But above all, she was thrilled.

Beatrice eagerly tore open the letter. It was a single sheet of paper, and even that was sparsely filled with just a few lines. Still, she wasn’t disappointed.

As she quickly read the letter, a joyful exclamation escaped her lips.

“Oh my!”

Her cheerful voice drifted through the air like a spring breeze, reaching Charles.

For once, Charles had returned to the estate before sunset and was reading a book across from Beatrice when he looked up and asked, “What letter has you smiling like that?”

Normally, Beatrice would have been hesitant to respond, but the letter had put her in such a good mood that she beamed as she replied, “Aless… Alessandro is coming home!”

Not content with just telling him, Beatrice jumped up, her face flushed with excitement, and rushed over to show Charles the letter.

[To my Bea,

…I am returning home after completing my service. I look forward to seeing you.]

Charles, staring at the letter his younger brother had left, muttered under his breath, “That brat contacts you instead of me.”

Oblivious to the faint annoyance in Charles’ voice, Beatrice chattered on, “He’s always been so fond of me.”

“Indeed. You did take good care of him, like a real sister.”

“Yes. He truly feels like my little brother. I’m so happy. I can’t wait to see him again.”

Beatrice clutched the letter to her chest as if it were something precious. Seeing her like this, Charles rested his chin on his hand and chuckled.

“You’re really that pleased?”

A smile spread across Beatrice’s face as she reminisced about Alessandro.

“Of course! My little Alessandro… He was so small and cute. I wonder how much he’s grown since I last saw him.”

Charles let out a low hum as he gazed at his wife. It had been a long time since he had seen her looking so cheerful.

‘For the past few years, I thought the youthful brightness you once had had disappeared entirely, but it seems that’s not the case after all.’

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Charles felt a stirring below. His appetite was whetted, and he decided to indulge himself.

“Bea, come here.”

He patted his thigh as he spoke, and his innocent wife, though puzzled, obediently approached and sat on his lap.

Satisfied with her compliance, Charles nibbled on the edge of her ear and whispered, “Such a good girl.”

“Hng!”

The sudden stimulation of a sensitive area made Beatrice shiver and hunch her shoulders. Amused by her reaction, Charles laughed softly.

He lifted her skirt and slid his hand underneath. His long, slender fingers found their way directly to her most private area.

“Hnn!”

As his familiar touch stroked her parted folds, Beatrice trembled and clung to the collar of Charles’ shirt, resting her forehead on his shoulder as her breathing quickened.

Charles enjoyed the warmth radiating from his wife’s body as she leaned into him for support.

“My sweet little wife.”

His fingers pushed aside the damp fabric and reached her tight, tense entrance.

“Ch-Charles…”

Her nervous voice, along with the way she grabbed his arm as if to stop him, was utterly adorable.

“Bea,” Charles whispered softly as he slid a finger inside her.

“Haa!”

Her entrance, shocked by the sudden intrusion, tightened around his finger. Enjoying the feeling of her inner walls gripping him, Charles twirled his finger inside her.

“Ahh, ngh! Ohhh!”

Each time he scraped her inner walls, her body jerked in response, and with every press against her sensitive spots, Beatrice moaned in pleasure.

As he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, watching the sticky strands of fluid stretch between them, he asked teasingly, “You’re soaking wet. Does my finger feel that good?”

“……”

Beatrice shook her head vigorously, her face flushed with either embarrassment or arousal—perhaps both. Charles didn’t stop teasing her.

“Of course. A lewd woman like you wouldn’t be satisfied with just my fingers. The way you’re twitching must mean you’re dying to have my cock inside you, aren’t you?”

He pulled his finger out and lightly slapped her wet folds. The sensitive area quickly heated up in response.

“Ahh!”

Beatrice wanted to deny it, but all that came out of her mouth were obscene moans. Wasn’t this just proving Charles right? Tears welled up in her eyes.

Charles let out a small laugh and licked the wet tears that gathered on her lashes.

“So sweet.”

The sensation of his tongue felt like a snake slithering over her skin, making Beatrice’s eyelashes flutter.

Ignoring her tiny reactions, Charles unfastened his pants and continued speaking. “I wonder if Alessandro knows just how depraved you really are.”

“Stop—ahh!”

Before she could finish, Charles’ cock thrust inside her, splitting her body apart.

Thrusting roughly, Charles gripped her waist tightly, lifting and dropping her onto his thick shaft. Each time, his large member penetrated deeply into her.

“Ngh, ahh! Ahhh!”

As Beatrice cried out in pleasure, Charles hummed a tune under his breath, speaking in a cheerful tone, “When you meet Aless, make sure you don’t show him this vulgar side of yourself. You’ll want to greet him as a dignified wife, won’t you?”

Charles deliberately mentioned Alessandro’s name in every sentence, knowing how sensitive Beatrice was to it.

It worked. Every time she heard Alessandro’s name, Beatrice’s already tight walls clenched around Charles’ cock so tightly it almost hurt.

“Ahh…”

The grip was so intense that Charles felt as if he could release right then and there, but he held back. It wasn’t enough to end it just yet.

Licking his lips, he thought of ways to heighten his pleasure even more.

“Actually, given how much you love cock, maybe you’d like to show Aless this side of you. If Aless takes after me, he must have something that can satisfy you too. I’m sure you’d love to have him between your legs, wouldn’t you?”

At his crude words, Beatrice bit down hard on her lip and shook her head furiously. Not my Aless! Don’t insult that innocent boy like that!

Her long, silky hair brushed against Charles’ neck as her head moved.

Without care, Charles grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it back roughly.

“Hnn!”

Beatrice let out a short cry as her eyes fluttered open. Their gazes met. Charles’ lust-filled, snake-like eyes roamed over her flushed face, making her shudder.

“Kneel.”

Charles commanded in a raspy voice. When Beatrice hesitated, not moving an inch, he smiled sweetly and spoke again.

“Now.”

Biting her lip, Beatrice slowly sank to her knees. Watching her, Charles rested his chin on his hand and gave his next order quietly.

“Use your breasts to wrap around my cock.”

Beatrice stared at Charles’ swollen, throbbing member, now slick with both her juices and precum, and hesitated again. His large, dark-red cock gleamed obscenely.

“You’ve done this enough times to know how it works. What are you waiting for?”

At his irritated tone, Beatrice, her hands trembling, squeezed her breasts together. Her full chest created a deep valley, into which Charles’ cock was fully engulfed. Its dark-red tip peeked out from between her pale, creamy skin.

“Suck it. Make it taste good.”

Following his next order, Beatrice slowly lowered her head. She stuck out her tongue and timidly licked the tip of his cock, where beads of precum were gathering.

“Hmmm…”

Charles’ dissatisfied groan prompted Beatrice to quickly take the large head into her mouth. She sucked it loudly, her lips tightening around it while her tongue swirled along the shaft. She also remembered to move her breasts gently.

“Ahhh.”

Seemingly pleased, Charles let out a deep sigh, like a sated beast, and grabbed Beatrice’s head, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.

“Mmpph!”

The intrusion in her throat made Beatrice’s eyes well up with tears, but Charles showed no mercy, moving her head roughly as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.

The tight grip of her narrow throat was intense, even for someone as experienced as Charles. He used Beatrice like a toy, only concerned with his own pleasure.

“Ahh…”

With a satisfied sigh, Charles pressed Beatrice’s head down, keeping his cock buried deep in her throat. Gasping for air, she could only let out weak, muffled sounds as Charles released inside her, the thick semen pouring directly down her throat.

Having filled her completely, Charles pulled his cock out of her mouth with little care.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Finally free, Beatrice coughed and retched, struggling to catch her breath. But Charles didn’t bother to offer her any comfort. He didn’t pat her back, nor did he ask if she was alright in the gentle voice he often used.

Instead, he casually tucked his now-clean cock back into his pants and smoothed out his wrinkled clothes.

As he stood up, Beatrice, still hunched over, heard the door handle turn with a soft click, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.

Without a word of farewell, Charles left the room, leaving Beatrice alone in the empty living room.

“…Haa.”

Beatrice clutched her sore throat, a single tear trickling down from her left eye.

With no one there to wipe them away, her tears continued to fall, one after the other. For a long time, she couldn’t bring herself to lift her head.