The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: The Decision

‘What if Charles ends up having a child with another woman before I’m ready?’

Beatrice’s mind was consumed by this single thought.

If she had been left alone at the mansion, her worries would have completely overtaken her, making it impossible to function. Fortunately, this time she wasn’t alone.

“Bea.”

“…Hmm?”

“Are you unwell? You don’t look very good.”

“No, I’m fine.” Beatrice shook her head and gave an awkward smile.

Alessandro, still frowning with concern, asked again, “I’ll call the doctor. You seem feverish; this could get worse.”

“No, really, it’s just… there’s something on my mind.”

Alessandro gazed at Beatrice intently. His eyes seemed to ask, What could you be thinking about so deeply that you’re neglecting your health? His expression was so sincere that she couldn’t ignore him.

With an embarrassed smile, Beatrice finally spoke, “It’s just… I’ve been thinking about something.”

“…What is it?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll help you. Please, tell me.”

Alessandro’s calm voice carried such warmth that it made Beatrice feel like no matter what she said, he would accept it without judgment.

Has anyone ever treated me this way before? The sudden thought almost brought tears to Beatrice’s eyes.

She wanted to lean on Alessandro, to confide in him about the burden that had been tormenting her for so long, to beg him to help her solve this problem somehow.

But her thin thread of rationality made her swallow the words before they could escape.

Unable to tell the full truth, Beatrice shook her head. “No, it’s enough that you’ve asked. Thank you.”

“…If you ever need anything later, please tell me. I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

“Thank you, Aless.”

Beatrice smiled faintly. It was comforting to know that there was someone who cared for her. Though grown-up Alessandro still seemed awkward at times, she hadn’t forgotten the young boy who always showed her kindness.

And so, Beatrice resolved not to burden Alessandro with her problems. She would solve them herself, without dragging his precious Aless into it.

***

But just a short while later, Beatrice unexpectedly found the beginnings of a solution—thanks to Alessandro.

What she saw happened purely by chance.

Beatrice was the kind of person who, once she fell asleep, rarely woke until morning. But that night, she woke up feeling parched.

After drinking some water, the drowsiness faded, and suddenly, she had the impulse to take a walk in the garden.

It was an unusual urge for her, but once it arose, it was hard to suppress. And, given the stress she’d been under regarding the child issue, a peaceful walk seemed like a good way to clear her mind.

Holding a lamp in one hand and clutching a shawl around her shoulders with the other, Beatrice carefully tiptoed through the quiet hallways.

As she moved stealthily, trying not to make a sound, her footsteps froze at the sound of heavy breathing.

“Haa…”

The sound came from Alessandro’s bedroom.

Through the slightly open door, Beatrice saw Alessandro, perched on the edge of his bed, breathing heavily.

What stunned her most was his appearance.

His shirt was still neatly buttoned, but his pants were completely undone, and between the open fabric of his trousers, his erect member stood upright, looking dangerously large.

Alessandro’s hand gripped it tightly, stroking up and down with rough motions.

Beatrice had only ever seen her husband Charles’ manhood, so naturally, she compared the two in her mind.

Alessandro’s penis was enormous, with veins bulging across its surface. Unlike Charles’ darker, slightly curved member, Aless’ was straight and clean in color. It didn’t have the unpleasant, dirty look that Charles’ always had.

Beatrice stood frozen in place like a statue, her entranced gaze locked onto Alessandro.

With his head tilted downward, Alessandro muttered something under his breath as his hand moved rhythmically. Curious about what he was saying, Beatrice strained to listen.

“Bea… my Bea…”

Beatrice’s body trembled as if she had been struck by lightning.

“Bea… Beatrice…”

She hadn’t misheard him. He was thinking of her while pleasuring himself. He was lusting after her. Imagining her while stroking his cock.

Beatrice’s wide eyes took in every detail of Alessandro’s movements. The ragged breaths, the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders, and the way his large hand gripped and caressed his throbbing member.

Haa… haa…

Beatrice stifled the sound that threatened to escape her lips. Her chest tightened, and her lower abdomen tensed painfully. She crossed her legs and bit her lip.

“Ugh!”

Alessandro’s shoulders tensed, and thick semen spurted from the tip of his engorged cock. However, he quickly covered the head with a handkerchief, preventing the liquid from spilling everywhere.

“Hoo…”

As Alessandro sighed in satisfaction, Beatrice snapped out of her daze. Her heart pounded in her chest, so loud she feared it would give her away.

She clutched at her chest and hurried back to her bedroom, her footsteps echoing louder than usual in her ears.

No one stopped her on her way back, and for that, she was relieved. If anyone, especially Alessandro, had discovered her, she wouldn’t have been able to face him again. He was her only source of comfort, and she couldn’t bear to lose that.

But as Beatrice buried her face in her hands, one question rang through her mind.

‘Why? Why was he doing that?’

Why had Alessandro been thinking of her while he pleasured himself? When had he started looking at her with such lust-filled eyes?

And why hadn’t she walked away immediately when she realized what was happening? Why had she stood there, watching him intently, as if she couldn’t afford to miss a single moment?

And most of all, why didn’t she feel disgusted by any of it?

Beatrice pressed her hand against her heaving chest. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t calm the excitement that pulsed through her body.

The thought of a man desiring her so fervently made her feel wanted and… excited.

No matter how hard she tried to forget, the image of what she had seen replayed vividly in her mind.

“Aah…”

Beatrice became aware of the wetness between her legs. Her inner thighs were soaked with her own arousal, the fabric of her undergarments clinging to her skin. The sensitive area throbbed, the dampness sending waves of heat through her body.

Unable to resist, she slid her hand between her legs, rubbing her slick folds before pinching her swollen clit.

“Ahn!”

She slid a finger into her wet entrance, feeling the soft walls clench around it.

“Haa… ah…”

Beatrice closed her eyes and imagined Alessandro touching her. She pictured his large hand between her legs, his mouth greedily sucking at her breasts.

Her lower abdomen tightened, and more arousal leaked from her as she desperately worked her fingers, trying to relieve the burning desire inside her. Though inexperienced, she clumsily mimicked the rough handling Charles often subjected her to, and the pleasure began to build.

“Hnn… ahh, ahh!”

With her hand buried in her soaking-wet entrance, Beatrice reached her climax. Her back arched, her head fell back, and her mouth hung open, gasping for air.

It took a long time for her trembling body to calm down. The cold air brushed against her sweat-drenched skin, cooling her heated thoughts. Her breathing, once heavy and ragged, slowly returned to normal.

“Haa…”

Staring at the soiled sheets beneath her, Beatrice let out a long sigh.

She wasn’t normally this overcome with lust. So why had she behaved like this, as if possessed?

The answer was clear. Her body had responded to Alessandro’s desire for her.

This isn’t right. I can’t…

But then, a sudden realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She needed a child. A child with the characteristics of the Clasis family.

But her husband had refused to give her one for years. He had stubbornly refused to plant his seed in her womb. And he might continue to refuse forever.

…So, did it really have to be Charles?

There was another man, someone who desired her, someone who was completely devoted to her: Alessandro, Charles’ own brother.

Alessandro, who shared the same Clasis blood as Charles.

Beatrice swallowed hard. A different kind of excitement made her body tremble. Her wide eyes gleamed strangely.

Her mind painted an image of Alessandro, and of the child they could create together—a child who would undeniably carry the Clasis bloodline.

It wouldn’t matter if the child resembled her or if they took after Alessandro, with the signature Clasis black hair and green eyes.

No one would ever question whether the child belonged to the Clasis family.

Beatrice swallowed again.

“…What if I used Alessandro’s seed to have a child?”

Her whispering voice echoed like thunder, yet Beatrice’s expression remained calm.

Speaking of such a sin did not frighten her. On the contrary, it felt as though she had finally found a solution to the problem that had tormented her for so long. The throbbing in her head eased, and her heart felt lighter.

After roughly tidying her clothes, she slipped into bed and closed her eyes. A satisfied smile lingered on her lips.

***

Before she could act on her decision, Charles returned. With him back at home, any plan of intertwining with Alessandro was impossible for the time being.

As she greeted her husband, whom she hadn’t seen in nearly ten days, Beatrice felt both disappointment and relief.

She was disappointed because she hadn’t been able to seduce Alessandro and carry out her plan to conceive his child. Yet she also felt relieved, as the idea of actually executing the plan had caused her heart to shrink in fear, and now she had time to catch her breath.