The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Young Alessandro and Young Beatrice

Alessandro Clasis, often called Aless, was Charles’ much younger brother. When Beatrice first arrived at the Clasis estate, Aless was just a ten-year-old boy.

She met him for the first time at dinner, the day after her wedding night.

Still sore from the intense intercourse and struggling to get proper rest, Beatrice dragged her aching body down to the dining room, where she encountered the young boy waiting by the door.

Though it was her first time seeing him, she immediately knew that this was Alessandro Clasis. There couldn’t be any other young boy in the estate except for her husband’s younger brother.

The boy had the same sharp features as his older brother and carried himself with a natural sense of nobility. It wasn’t just his fine clothes, but the way he stood made it clear he was a child from a prestigious family, just like her husband, Charles.

However, apart from that, he didn’t perfectly resemble Charles. They shared some similarities, but something was slightly off.

While Charles had soft, light brown hair, Aless’ hair was thick, coarse, and black with dark chestnut undertones.

Charles’ eyes were a light green, almost like new leaves, but Aless’ were a dark, brooding shade of green.

And while Charles had marble-white skin, Aless had tanned, dusky skin. Where Charles was slender, Aless, even at his young age, already had a muscular, solid build.

As Beatrice sized up Alessandro, he, too, was silently observing her.

Unable to endure the awkward silence, Beatrice broke it first. “Hello?”

The boy, who had been staring at her, hesitated when their eyes met, unsure of what to do, and fumbled with his words.

“Ah, hello, madam.”

Not knowing how to behave around a sister-in-law eight years his senior, the boy turned as red as a beet and bowed deeply.

Beatrice found herself instantly charmed by this boy, who was both like and unlike her husband.

She made an unusual suggestion. “Can I call you Aless?”

Taken aback by her question, Alessandro hesitated, unable to respond right away.

Seeing his reluctance, Beatrice smiled kindly and added, “If you don’t like it, I won’t.”

“No.” The boy quickly shook his head. “You can call me whatever you like.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

A faint smile appeared on Beatrice’s lips. Despite her physical pain and mental exhaustion, talking with the boy made her feel a little better.

With a lighter tone, she said, “You can call me Bea too, Aless.”

“…Okay.”

The shy boy smiled timidly.

***

After that, Beatrice often ran into Aless.

Although it might seem natural, since they lived under the same roof, Beatrice barely saw Charles, even though they shared a bedroom, meeting him only once or twice a week. So seeing Aless almost daily wasn’t as normal as it seemed.

In fact, their frequent encounters weren’t entirely by chance.

“Good morning. Is your training over?”

“…Yes.”

“Are you hungry?”

“…Yes.”

“Would you like to eat together?”

“Yes.”

Whenever Beatrice descended the stairs after dressing late in the morning, she would often run into Alessandro, who had just finished his sword training.

After realizing this, Beatrice, even if she woke up early, would purposely linger in her room so that she could meet Alessandro by the entrance.

Though the boy was reserved and shy, he never refused Beatrice’s invitations.

Thanks to him, Beatrice didn’t have to eat alone at the cold, empty dining table.

Eating alone was far more miserable and lonely than she had anticipated, so Beatrice felt immense relief at having Aless for company.

Had Aless not been there, she likely wouldn’t have been able to eat properly, too consumed with her own wretchedness. She would have wasted away bit by bit, day after day.

But it wasn’t just about meals.

There was no joy to be found in Beatrice’s married life.

Aloof husband, the servants who looked down on her, the aristocrats who whispered behind her back every time she left the estate.

For the timid Beatrice, her life after marrying Charles had completely turned upside down, and it was unbearably difficult.

But when she was with Alessandro, she found she could endure it.

The tough circumstances only strengthened her bond with the one person who didn’t reject her, this boy who had become her only comfort.

***

She wasn’t sure exactly when it started, but after a while, it was no longer Beatrice seeking out Aless—it was Aless who came to find her.

By the time she was done with her morning routine of washing and dressing, she would find the boy waiting at her door.

“How long have you been waiting?”

Whenever Beatrice asked in surprise, Aless would avoid the question. But when she continued to stare at him intently, he would eventually blush and murmur, “I just got here.”

Of course, that was a blatant lie.

Beatrice quickly caught on to his flimsy excuse.

After getting up early for sword training and attending lessons with the tutor Charles had hired, Aless would spend most of his precious free time waiting to meet Beatrice.

When she realized how much time he was sacrificing, Beatrice scolded him.

“Don’t waste your time waiting for me like that anymore.”

She gently encouraged him to use that time to rest instead. But to her surprise, Alessandro, who had always been so reserved, refused firmly.

“No.”

Though he wasn’t much of a talker, once Aless made up his mind, he never changed it.

So he continued to visit her, day after day.

They ate together, took walks together, read books together…

Through these simple, shared moments, Aless’ affection for Beatrice grew deeper as time passed.

Beatrice had a vague idea why.

Alessandro had lost his parents when he was too young to remember them, and his only remaining family, Charles, was too preoccupied with his own life to care for his younger brother.

Left alone, the boy spent his days studying and training in the estate, with no family to show him love.

Beatrice, who had married his brother and become part of his family, must have seemed like someone who could fill that void of familial affection for him.

That’s why he craved affection from her and desperately sought to return it.

Beatrice didn’t mind his neediness. If Alessandro had grown up receiving the love and attention he deserved, he wouldn’t have behaved this way toward her.

Like everyone else, he would have kept a formal, distant relationship with his older brother’s wife, remaining polite but distant.

So, in a way, she was glad.

Alessandro was a boy starved for affection, and even the smallest gestures she offered, no matter how insignificant, were eagerly accepted by him.

When the days of Charles refusing to finish inside her dragged on, leaving Beatrice trembling in fear that she might be cast out of the Clasis family, left to wander miserably,

“A-Are you okay, Bea?”

The clueless boy, seeing Beatrice in anguish, became flustered but didn’t leave her side. He stayed close, offering her comfort.

“Bea, just tell me. Whatever it is, I’ll do anything for you.”

Though Aless wanted to help, Beatrice couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth. Saying it out loud would only deepen her humiliation, so she told no one. But even his gentle touch was enough to make her feel better.

“Thank you, Aless.”

As she murmured her thanks without lifting her tear-stained face, Beatrice realized just how much comfort Aless’ presence brought her.

To Beatrice, Aless was like a cat on a cold winter night—keeping her warm and staying by her side.

It was a simple, fitting image, much more so than grandiose expressions like “a ray of light” or “a lifeline thrown to someone trapped in a deep pit.”

He was warm, soft, and lovable.

A comforting presence in a lonely world, more like family than her husband ever was.

So, when he left, Beatrice cried with sadness, and when she received a letter saying he was coming back, she was overjoyed.

“I hope he comes back soon.”

Carefully, Beatrice unfolded and refolded the letter she had read dozens of times, careful not to crease it.

***

Beatrice read Alessandro’s short letter over and over, eagerly awaiting his return.

The life that had withered inside her like a dead tree slowly returned, and a smile blossomed on her face as she thought about how she would welcome him when he arrived.

With the energy returning to her body, she looked more beautiful than ever. Charles was pleased with his wife’s transformation. He began spending less time outside and more time at home, constantly holding Beatrice in his arms.

“Ahh, Charles…!”

“You like my cock that much, huh?”

Charles grabbed Beatrice’s hair, jerking her back and forth as he thrust roughly into her. Beatrice’s face twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain as she cried out.

“Ah, ahhh, ohhhh!”

The repeated waves of pleasure sent Beatrice over the edge, and she reached her climax, her insides squeezing Charles’ cock tightly.

“Ugh!”

Overwhelmed by the sensation of impending release, Charles barely managed to pull out his cock just before climaxing. As soon as it left her body, Beatrice’s small, gaping hole twitched in disappointment, still trying to clench around something that was no longer there. Her flushed red, wet folds, coated with white foam, looked tantalizing, and Charles was tempted to thrust back in immediately.

“Haa…”

But with a tight grip on his control, he held back.

Spurt, spurt! Long streams of semen shot out, splattering across Beatrice’s body. Beatrice, already covered in her own fluids and saliva, now lay beneath Charles, soaked in a fresh layer of semen.

Charles smiled with satisfaction as he praised her. “I thought you might have loosened up, but you still squeeze like a virgin. With you this tight, there’s no need for me to look elsewhere.”

Beatrice bit her lip. The humiliation pricked at her chest like needles, and though it felt like tears would come, she held them back.

Instead, she thought of Aless. She remembered the happy times they had shared and imagined the joy they would have when he returned.

Miraculously, the emptiness and despair that had always plagued her seemed to lift a little.

“I hope he comes soon…”

Beatrice closed her eyes and murmured softly. Her cold-hearted husband had already left, as usual, right after finishing his business. No matter what she said, he wouldn’t hear her. And even if he did, he wouldn’t care.