The Fruit of Immorality - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: The Execution (Part 1)

Charles had returned to the mansion and had been staying there much more frequently. Though he spent most of his time in the study, he insisted on having Beatrice near him constantly.

Beatrice couldn’t understand why Charles, who never used to keep her close, suddenly wanted her within his sight at all times. It was completely out of character for him.

Soon, however, she understood the reason behind his strange behavior.

Whenever he felt the urge, Charles would reach out and grab Beatrice’s wrist, even while he was in the middle of working or resting. Without warning, he would pull up her skirt and shove himself inside her, disregarding whether she was ready or wet enough to receive him.

“Ahh… ngh… Aaah…”

Beatrice, swaying from the force of his thrusts, felt utterly humiliated. Her role had been reduced to that of a tool for Charles to satisfy his lust.

Even a street prostitute wouldn’t be treated like this.

And yet, she was his only wife—his lawful spouse, bound to him by sacred vows made before God.

But how much did those vows truly mean to Charles?

If he had any respect for the sanctity of marriage, he wouldn’t have been unfaithful to her with countless other women.

The most absurd part was that even though he used her so easily, Charles still refused to release inside her.

Though he relentlessly pounded into her, Charles always ensured that he pulled out before climaxing, spilling his seed outside her vagina instead.

Even when Beatrice sobbed and begged him, his behavior didn’t change.

“Please, Charles, please just once, release inside me. I want to have a child… Please!”

“I’m sorry, my dear wife, but I can’t do that.”

“Why? Why won’t you?”

“I’ve told you before. I’m not ready to have a child yet.”

“Then when? When will you be ready? It’s already been eight years—eight long years since we were married! Do you have any idea how people mock me? They all laugh at me, calling me a barren woman who can’t bear children! Don’t you care?”

“Oh, Bea…”

Charles buried his hard length deep inside her as he spoke, “Don’t worry about what other people say. Even without a child, you’re fulfilling your role perfectly. Now… squeeze me tighter.”

“Hnngh…”

Thick tears rolled down Beatrice’s cheeks.

Her role?

The housework was handled by the butler and the head maid, the bookkeeping was done by Charles’ assistant, and she hadn’t attended a social event in years.

The only part of her role as the Duchess that Beatrice fulfilled was keeping Charles’ bed warm.

His message was clear. He truly saw her as nothing more than a prostitute—a compliant, easy woman who opened her legs only for him.

“Ahhh, ahhhh!”

As Charles thrust into her, Beatrice vowed silently to herself.

She would hesitate no longer.

***

The opportunity came sooner than expected. Charles had to leave the estate on business again, and he made it clear that he wouldn’t be returning for some time.

This meant that Beatrice and Alessandro would be alone in the mansion for the foreseeable future.

Beatrice made her move the very night Charles left.

In the dead of night, when everyone else was fast asleep, she slipped out of bed, wearing only a thin nightgown with a shawl draped over her shoulders.

If anyone had seen her wandering the halls in such an indecent outfit, it would have been scandalous. But no one saw her as she made her way to Alessandro’s room.

That was because Beatrice had ordered the servants to ensure that no one would disturb her or wander near the bedrooms.

Thanks to her precautions, she reached Alessandro’s door without any interruptions.

Knock, knock.

It wasn’t long before the door opened cautiously.

Alessandro, who had been ready for bed, looked down at her with surprise. His gaze swept over her body, taking in the flimsy nightgown beneath her shawl, through which her figure was clearly visible.

Beatrice gripped the edges of her shawl tightly. Though she had come with resolve, the shame she felt hadn’t disappeared.

“Alessandro.”

Her voice trembled despite her best efforts to sound composed, and she immediately regretted speaking.

She needed to sound stronger, more confident. She needed to gather her courage.

“Sister…”

Alessandro’s intense eyes focused on her as he asked, “What brings you here at this hour?”

“I… I have something to ask you, Aless.”

Despite her embarrassment, Beatrice spoke quickly. She glanced nervously down the hallway before Alessandro opened the door wider and said, “Please, come inside.”

Beatrice swallowed hard and accepted his invitation.

As soon as she stepped fully into the room, Alessandro closed the door behind them with a click. The sound echoed through the space, sealing them in a private, enclosed room where no one could interrupt.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the room. Unlike the dimly lit hallway, where one could barely see a few steps ahead, here the flames cast a warm, bright glow. The light fell over Beatrice, highlighting her figure. Her thin slip, far too delicate to hide anything, clung to her curves.

Her long, slender neck, graceful shoulders, and full breasts contrasted with her slim waist. Between her soft thighs, a faint shadow hinted at what lay hidden beneath.

Alessandro’s eyes narrowed as he scanned her body, almost as if he were about to lick her. From the moment she knocked on his bedroom door and called for him, his arousal had been building, and now his erection strained against his pants as if it might burst through.

“What could you possibly want to ask me at this late hour?”

Alessandro stepped closer, placing his large hand on her shoulder. The warmth of his palm felt like a brand burning into her skin.

“And dressed like this?”

His hand slowly slid down her arm, his rough skin brushing against her, making her body shiver in response. Beatrice gasped, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her nipples, hard from arousal, pressed against the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Alessandro’s hand moved to cup her breast, squeezing gently. The hard peak of her nipple rubbed against his calloused palm, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

“Hnnngh!”

Beatrice let out a soft moan, and a smile spread across Alessandro’s face. His voice was low and hot as he asked,

“Did you come here for me?”

His expression showed that he already knew the answer.

Beatrice’s face flushed with heat, and she bit her lip. She wanted to run away. Standing there, seducing him, she felt like nothing more than a common whore desperate to attract a man’s attention.

But she didn’t run. She had come this far with determination, and she knew if she retreated now, she would never have the courage to try again. She had already used up every ounce of bravery she had.

Steeling herself, Beatrice fluttered her eyelashes and murmured, “Alessandro, I want to have a child.”

Beatrice, desperate, seduced her husband’s younger brother.

“Fill me with your seed. As much as it takes, until I’m pregnant… please.”

“Sister…”

“Aless… You’re a good boy, aren’t you? You’ll your sister, won’t you?”

Her voice trembled with desperation, and Beatrice clenched her eyes shut, terrified of his response.

She had seen him pleasure himself while thinking of her, but that wasn’t enough to quell her fear. She knew all too well the weight of what she was asking.

What she was proposing was a sin, a grave sin. She was asking Alessandro, her husband’s brother, to commit adultery with her.

What if Alessandro rejected her? What if he cursed her and called her a whore? What if he refused to ever see her again?

What if…

But before her fears could spiral out of control, Alessandro leaned down, his breath brushing against her ear. Beatrice’s shoulders flinched.

“Bea.”

“Hmm?”

Alessandro tilted his head slightly and bit her ear.

“Ah!”

Beatrice shuddered, moaning softly, but Alessandro didn’t pull away. He gently nibbled on her earlobe, then licked the curve of her ear. Beatrice had never realized how sensitive her ears were. The goosebumps that spread across her skin made the reason all too clear.

“Aless…”

At her desperate call, Alessandro slowly withdrew his lips. Chup! The sound of the kiss was unnervingly vivid.

As Beatrice’s shoulders trembled, Alessandro tenderly stroked them, whispering, “…Didn’t I say before that I’d do anything for you, no matter what it is?”

Beatrice, her voice shaking, asked, “So, what you’re saying is…”

“I’ll do as you wish. Right here,”

Alessandro placed his hand on her lower abdomen and gently rubbed it.

“I’ll thrust my cock in and fill you up with my seed until it overflows.”

***

However, when the atmosphere was finally set, Alessandro did nothing. He simply sat on the edge of the bed, watching Beatrice.

“I’m new at this, so please teach me, Bea.”

“Ah…”

Beatrice bit her lip. She had been married for a long time, and the number of times she had shared her body with Charles was countless, but she had never taken the initiative.

Most of the time, she had been pushed beneath him by his domineering hands, shaking as she moaned under his weight. Occasionally, she would climb on top to match his mood, barely lifting her hips. But she had never led before, and just thinking about how to proceed made her mind go blank.

Still, she had to do it.

Beatrice licked her lower lip before she moved her hands. With trembling fingers, she let the thin strap hanging on her shoulder slip down, and her undergarment, which had barely covered her body, fell to the floor.

Now bare, Beatrice crossed her arms to cover her bouncing breasts while shyly hiding her groin with her other hand. But that only seemed to arouse Alessandro further.

With a gaze that looked as if he wanted to devour her, Alessandro spoke in a voice thick with heat but icy in its calmness, “If you keep covering yourself like that, I won’t be able to give you what you want.”

At his words, Beatrice bit her lip again and cautiously removed her hands.

Her smooth, pale skin was now fully exposed. Alessandro’s gaze roamed over her shoulders, her slim waist, her sunken belly button, and the light tuft of hair below.

Her nipples, which had hardened slightly from the cool air, fully stiffened under Alessandro’s heated gaze.

“Aless…”