Chapter 8

“You have to get up now.”

I barely got up and pulled out what was inside, and the semen that had filled the inside of my vagina flowed backwards. Sophia was taken aback by the large amount and wiped the bottom with a handkerchief. After perfectly tidying up and getting dressed, Sophia slipped out of the Count’s bedroom. My insides were tingling and painful, and every step I took was painful. However, if she did not get out of that bedroom, she would face the Count in the morning and everything she had done would be exposed, so Sophia hurriedly got out. Sophia, who returned to her room after a brief shower, was lying on the bed, and suddenly her heart raced.

“I think it was too bold.”

Daniel Ulysses wasn’t just a count, he was a margrave with great power protecting the borders. I feel a sore throat as I forcefully mount my body with such a sleeping person underneath me.

Even if she flew away, she had done something that had nothing to say. Sophia went to sleep, hoping that the Count, who woke up tomorrow morning, would not notice. Thanks to consuming a lot of physical strength, I was able to fall asleep easily without taking the sleeping pills I had received. The next morning, Sophia’s body, which had been abused during intercourse with the count last night, screamed all over, and it was difficult to get up. I barely got up and headed for the count’s office. The Count, who had already woken up, was doing his business. He looked at Sophia, who was late, and then withdrew his gaze.

“You were late for some reason today? Is this a rebellion against what I said yesterday?” He had a taste for rice today.

Sophia was a little relieved by his attitude. It also meant that what she did yesterday went unnoticed.

“Sorry.”

She bowed her head and walked towards him. My lower body still hurts as if someone has hacked my insides. The Count did not miss her clumsy gait, even though she pretended to be as calm as possible.

“Your gait is strange, does it hurt?”

Sophia flinched at his question, then answered with a smile. “It’s the moon.”

“… Excuse me.”

The Count cleared his throat once and went back to work. On that day, after that, he did not act like annoyed with her or made her do nonsense.