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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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If the night garden, shrouded in darkness and designed like a maze, was a place for secret rendezvous, the daytime garden, bathed in sunlight, was a bright and cheerful place for families to enjoy.
Perhaps it was because of the child splashing in the fountain.
“Giggles.”
“Oh my, Young Master! You’ll get your clothes wet!”
The nanny rushed forward to wipe the water droplets as they splashed. The child, oblivious, continued to giggle happily.
It was an idyllic scene.
“Your son takes after his mother.”
I said, my gaze fixed on the child. I was sitting on a long bench in front of the fountain, with Josephine beside me.
“Isn’t that fortunate? Honestly, the men of the Rasino family aren’t exactly known for their looks.”
The seductress who had lured me with flirtatious smiles was now gazing at her son with an expression of adoration.
‘A mother, huh?’
Memories of the past surfaced as I watched the playful child and his mother smiling tenderly at him.
I, too, had experienced such moments. Times when I had been held in my mother’s warm embrace, oblivious to the hardships of the world, smiling brightly.
However, my mother’s face was blurry. Was it because she had passed away two decades ago? Only the image of her shimmering golden hair remained vivid in my memory.
“What brings you here? Judging by the fact that you brought your son, I doubt you came because you missed me.”
Segeric’s and Josephine’s rooms were at opposite ends of the castle. It would be difficult to encounter each other in the hallway outside Segeric’s room without a specific reason.
“You must have noticed that things are… unusual.”
“My head is indeed spinning.”
“So you know. That Segeric didn’t object at all when the Baron offered Usebia to Earl Bruah.”
Josephine glanced at me, trying to gauge how much I knew.
“I had my suspicions.”
“And yet you remain loyal to Segeric?”
Josephine finally revealed her true intentions. She had come to recruit me.
The Baron’s decision to name Segeric as his heir was a major blow to me, but it was an even greater blow to Ailgar.
“Would Lord Ailgar have been any different? Neither of them can give me Usebia, so I have no choice but to choose the one who offers me greater benefits.”
I subtly dangled the bait, suggesting I might switch sides if she could offer me Usebia.
“And that’s Segeric?”
“The Baron has already made his decision. He just hasn’t announced it publicly yet.”
Josephine bit her lip. If Ailgar and Joang Conrad were planning a rebellion, they could easily offer Usebia as bait.
Surely not. Was Ailgar, cornered and desperate, truly going to accept defeat? Was he going to betray his allies and side with the enemy? I decided to test Josephine.
“Your offer seems rather… lacking, considering you’ve come to recruit me.”
Josephine pouted, trying to appear cute, which was rather unbecoming for a married woman with a child. Still, it was somewhat endearing, considering her youth and well-maintained appearance.
“What can I do when I have nothing to offer? Unlike other women, offering my body wouldn’t work on you. And I can’t exactly offer you Usebia.”
Was she truly unaware of Ailgar and Joang Conrad’s plot? Even though she was their daughter and wife? She scoffed.
“It was a ridiculous idea from the start. To think my father and husband would actually consider recruiting you if I offered myself? They were just trying to get rid of me. Hmph, did they think I wouldn’t notice?”
“Are you on bad terms with them?”
“The men in my husband’s family are incredibly cold to those who have outlived their usefulness. The same applies to my father. You’ve experienced it firsthand.”
Josephine seemed genuinely unaware. Shouldn’t she be offering me some kind of incentive to recruit me?
“You’ve outlived your usefulness?”
“Whose fault is that? Honestly, my husband’s attitude completely changed after that day. He doesn’t even speak to me anymore! He only discusses important matters when I’m not around.”
She was referring to the day Ailgar saw me leaving her room after we had been intimate.
It seemed Josephine had lost Ailgar’s trust because of that incident. She had thought allowing him to see her with other men would be a mild form of stimulation, but the effect had been far greater than she anticipated.
Josephine stretched her legs, revealing her delicate, white feet beneath her dress. Her toes wiggled playfully.
She continued,
“Honestly, I was a little happy. It was the first time my husband had ever been angry about me sleeping with another man. Perhaps I slept with so many men because I wanted him to be angry, to confirm his love for me, despite his usual indifference.”
Josephine’s eyes flickered sadly. I was speechless. To suddenly justify her infidelity and play the tragic heroine?
“And did you confirm it?”
“If I had, I wouldn’t be in this situation, would I? Even when I deliberately created the same situation, his attitude remained unchanged.”
“It wasn’t exactly the same situation. The man involved was different.”
I subtly slipped my hand under her skirt. Josephine immediately placed her hand over mine, preventing me from moving, as soon as I touched her smooth, soft thigh.
“M-My son is watching…!”
“We’re close together, and your skirt will hide us. Your son seems preoccupied with playing, and the nanny’s gaze is fixed on him, isn’t it?”
“Even so…”
Her reaction was the opposite of when she had seduced me. That made it even more enticing.
Gulp.
Josephine’s grip loosened as she glanced around, confirming my words. It seemed she had dropped the tragic heroine act.
“But wasn’t your marriage loveless?”
I said, my gaze fixed on her son and the nanny. My hand, beneath her skirt, was kneading her thigh like dough.
Josephine’s hand tightened around her skirt, the wrinkles in the fabric mirroring the expression on her face.
“W-Women live for love.”
“Indeed, judging by the way you’re dripping wet in front of your son, that seems to be true.”
The tips of my fingers, brushing against her inner thigh, felt the dampness. Despite being some distance from her core, the area was soaked.
There was no way that much fluid could have accumulated in such a short time. I addressed Josephine, who was biting her lip, trying to control herself,
“Since when have you been so aroused?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“Parents are a child’s mirror. And yet you’re lying in front of your son? I question your qualifications as a mother. You deserve to be punished.”
“What are you… Haa…!”
Josephine’s face flushed as she grabbed my arm. My hand, stroking her inner thigh, had reached her underwear.
“Release my arm. Someone might notice my hand under your skirt.”
“Y-You can just remove your hand…”
“Is that truly what you want?”
Before she could answer, I caressed her clit through her underwear. Josephine bucked her hips as my fingers brushed against her sensitive area.
“Hmm…!”
Just as Josephine moaned softly,
“Mama…?”
Her son, hearing her voice, turned to look. Josephine froze, startled.
“Young Master, look! A fish!”
The nanny intervened at the perfect moment. Her gaze flickered away from mine as our eyes met, suggesting she knew what we were doing.
“Where? Huh?”
As the child’s attention was diverted, Josephine lowered her head and sighed deeply. However, it was too soon for relief.
“Mmm!”
My hand, having paused momentarily, now slipped inside her underwear. Her eyes trembled as she looked up at me.
“S-Someone might see…”
“The nanny already knows.”
“Oh…”
“What does it matter? Your reputation precedes you, so she’ll understand. Besides, aren’t you curious if your husband will get angry again?”
It was the perfect moment to reinforce her tragic heroine persona. I boldly pulled her onto my lap and pushed my cock inside her, hidden beneath her skirt.
“Haa…!”
Josephine moaned louder, but fortunately, the nanny was keeping her son distracted. I would have to reward her handsomely later.
Perhaps it was the situation, in broad daylight, with her son and nanny present, but Josephine’s pussy was even tighter than before, and she was incredibly wet.
Stills, unsatisfied, I slipped my hand under her skirt and caressed her clitoris.
“Haaa…”
Josephine’s body trembled as if she had been electrocuted, seemingly already on the verge of climax. Her suppressed moans and ragged breathing were incredibly erotic.
Lost in the moment, she pressed herself against me, grinding her hips against mine, oblivious to her surroundings.
I savored the languid pleasure and resumed our interrupted conversation.
“Didn’t Lord Joang help you?”
“M-My father treats me the same way… as a tool… to achieve his goals… Haa…”
“What about the Baroness or Usebia? They’re women… they should understand.”
Josephine shook her head. I couldn’t tell if it was a response to my question or an involuntary reaction to the pleasure.
“Hmm… my mother-in-law hates me. She clearly sees through me.”
“And Usebia?”
“Well… innocent girls always admire the wicked older sister.”
It was the answer I had been hoping for. I also felt a pang of sympathy for Usebia.
“So you have no allies.”
“Don’t pity me. I have Dien. They’ll both regret this someday, when Dien grows up.”
Josephine looked up at me, her eyes narrowed. However, her sharp gaze softened into a lustful gaze as I subtly bucked my hips.
“It won’t be easy.”
“Haa… What do you mean…?”
“Do you really believe Ailgar will make Dien his heir?”
“Of course not. People change their minds as easily as they change their clothes. Even if my husband wins the succession struggle and inherits the title, the real power will remain with my father.”
She intended to turn Ailgar into a puppet. In fact, it was already happening. He couldn’t even do anything about his wife openly bringing other men into their bed.
“Don’t underestimate your husband.”
Josephine’s movements, as she squirmed and ground her hips against mine, abruptly ceased.
“What do you mean…?”
I took over, gently thrusting my hips as I spoke.
“No man would name a child whose paternity is uncertain as his heir.”
“Gasp… I was careful with contraception.”
“How can I trust that? Coming from a wife who disregards her marriage vows and spreads her legs for countless men?”
I gradually increased the pace of my thrusts and continued,
“If Ailgar becomes Baron, he won’t need Joang’s help anymore. The legitimacy is his, so he’ll gradually seize power from Joang. Perhaps he’s already begun.”
“A-Are you trying to sow discord…?”
“See for yourself. He has a bastard. A son, likely showered with the love he has never shown you or your son. Let’s continue this conversation after you’ve confirmed the truth of my words.”
“You’ll regret this if you’re lying to me.”
Josephine’s sharp retort was cut short as she froze. My hand, cupping her breast, was now visible due to her low-cut dress.
I grasped both her breasts and used them as leverage to thrust repeatedly. The lewd, sloppy sounds of our flesh slapping together echoed through the air.
“What will you do if I’m telling the truth?”
“Haa…! A-Are you insane?! Someone might actually see us… M-Mmm…!”
Josephine fidgeted anxiously. Her pussy tightened around my cock. The nanny was trying her best to distract her son, but she seemed to be reaching her limit.
I ignored them and thrust harder, whispering in her ear,
“I’ll do anything for Usebia. How far will you go for your son?”
“Gasp… A m-mother’s love… is boundless… And I’m a mother…”
Josephine declared, trying to maintain her composure, as if to prove her sincerity. However, her resolve didn’t last long.
“Mama…?”
Her son had finally turned to look at her.
At that moment, Josephine’s body went limp, and she slumped against me. Naturally, my cock sank even deeper inside her.
“…!”
Josephine bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to suppress her moans. However, her flushed face and disheveled appearance betrayed her.
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