Night of the Abandoned Duchess

Her eyes were dizzy at the hands coveting her and the voices coming from outside.
It made her even crazier to know that pleading with him was of no avail.

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Finally, as the voices of people approached as if they were talking right next to them, Rosalind said, ‘No!’ and shut her eyes tightly.

And then,

“…What, is the door locked?”

A voice was heard.

Her extremely tense body relaxed, and her pulse loosened.
She was truly relieved, and he pulled his hand out of her opening and gently rubbed it over her thigh.

She felt a sense of shame at the restrained gestures as though he was cleaning himself, though she was glad it didn’t show up on his face.

Kyle’s soft voice fell over her head as she hurriedly organized her outfit.

“It’s getting messy, so it’s better to stop and go back.”

As always, his voice was modest, but what contained seemed to criticize her.
It was Kyle who made her this way.
He even harassed her like this in places where people easily walked in and out.

In fact, she was treated like a prostitute.

No, she gave up her body as he told her, and she followed everything he told her, so she was not a prostitute, but a doll.

“…I’ll just say my greetings and go.”

Yes.
She smiled briefly.
Even though she knew better than anyone that it was just a fake smile, when she smiled, it felt as if the sadness from before had just faded away.

Perhaps the most stupid thing is the self-proclaimed doll of his with a smile like this.

 

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Returning to the hall where the party was in full swing, Rosalind greeted the people lightly.
As if she smiled with only a shell, she also tried to wrap her tattered heart and smiled in front of the people.
She couldn’t hide her expression well, so it’ll be noticeable, although it seems more plausible than usual, so she thought it was a good thing.

“I’m sorry, but I think I’ll just leave today.”

“It was good to see you after a long time, but please come back later.
At night, the dancers come out and dance.”

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Countess Diana, who was a year younger than her, spoke as if disappointed.
Diana and Rosalind had a similar social debut, so they were quite close to each other.

“I hope to see you next time you get a chance.”

“Sure.
The Duke’s mansion is really beautiful, please invite me next time.”

While Rosalind nodded her head, an unfamiliar warmth touched her waist.
When she looked next to her, Kyle was standing around her, naturally wrapped around her waist.
He pulled her slender waist toward him and opened her mouth towards Diana.

“Of course.
Come play anytime.
I’m more than happy when guests come over to play since my wife is lonely.”

“Duke, you are very kind.
So handsome and so sweet.”

His warm voice and touch made her heart pound without pride.
The hands wrapped around her and the deep voice were so skillful that she seemed to be deceived.

In fact, she wasn’t the only one who liked him.

Kyle was overly popular even before his marriage for his sleek looks and plausible tenderness.
Every time he went to a ball, he was surrounded by ladies, and every word he uttered would provoke a roar of high-pitched laughter here and there.

There were many cases where they covered their mouths with a fan and laughed while naturally touching him or deliberately touching his body.

“Why do you like your wife so much, Duke? Is this a bit of a silly question?”

Diana asked in a pure voice.
Diana, who had just got married, had a bright, radiant face like a flower-filled with water, just like a newlywed bride does.
It was probably a meaningless question, though, for a moment, Rosalind’s heart sank.

“Because she’s pretty.”

Rosalind stared at Kyle’s profile as he spoke those words.

“I like her because she’s pretty.”

“Where do you think is pretty?”

“Well.
Rather than where it is pretty, she seems pretty in my eyes no matter what she does.”

In response to the romantic answer, Diana exclaimed in pain with a somewhat exaggerated gesture.

“How romantic, too! My husband is not good at saying things like that… I don’t know how indifferent he was.
I’m really jealous.”

Diana squinted her eyes as though she was signaling to Rosalind.

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Kyle spoke his words politely straight away as she laughed with an awkward laughter.

“My wife seems tired, so we’ll go back first.”

As soon as they got out of the main hall, he took his hand off her.
Whether it was because the large hand that had been holding her until now had disappeared, or because the warmth had escaped… Her heart felt empty, as if it had been ripped open.

She could see him striding forward.
It was uncomfortable to wear a dress that puffed up like petals wrapped in layers, but she had no choice but to follow him without saying a word.

It seemed that the tension was relieved a little after getting on the carriage.
As she stared out of the window at the occasional passing lights, Rosalind suddenly bit her lower lip.

Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes.

‘I don’t think he ever said I was pretty.’

She remembered clearly what he had said in this carriage before they went to the party today.

“Well.
Rather than where it is pretty, she seems pretty in my eyes no matter what she does.”

As the sweetest words one after another passed through her mind, the gap seemed to shed even more tears.
She chewed the flesh on the inside of her lips, trying to swallow the tears.

Let’s be patient.
Be patient a little longer.

As she deliberately turned her gaze away and focused out the window, his voice pierced through without warning.

“What do you think will change even if you cry?”

At that, she gazed at Kyle in surprise at the words that seemed to pierce her.
She was surprised to see if he knew she was crying, and partly because of the coldness of what he said.

Rosalind smiled brightly, trying hard as though to prove that she didn’t really cry.

“I have never cried.
The wind that hit me a while ago made my eyes hurt a little.”

“Cry or not cry.
No matter what you do, nothing changes.”

“I didn’t cry.
Really.”

As she revealed her white teeth, she smiled once more.

It was a smile that looked like an idiot.

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As soon as he saw that smile, he suddenly got annoyed, and Kyle turned his head away as if to ignore her.

He didn’t like it if she cried.
There were many women who confessed that they liked him, and there were women who cried, even more, when he refused.
Kyle was good at soothing those women.
He didn’t really care whether the women cried or not, but he was pretty good at comforting.

That way, he can get away from all that annoying and tiring work.

But, it was strangely annoying to see this woman cry.
He was more than just tired and annoyed and worried about her.
She’s pretty good at sniffling, so it annoyed him even more.
There was also the fact that him being conscious of her was annoying.

Rosalind glanced at his face and lifted her voice to open her mouth.

“The wind is very cool today.
I was hit by the wind, so I had no choice but to…”

At that moment, Kyle reached out and ran his hand across her cheek, and under her collarbone.

Her clothes weren’t deeply cut, and the outfit was modest, although it was strangely lewd to see her breathing out, wet from crying.
Maybe, it’s because her skin is clean and white, or it’s because her neck is exceptionally thin, or maybe it’s just that he doesn’t like her.

Strangely, looking at Rosalind made him want to leave a mottled red mark on this white neck and skin.

His hands slowly moved downwards and grabbed her voluptuous breasts over her clothes.

He was slowly rubbing her chest in his hand as if savoring it, but this time, he put his hand directly into her clothes.
She loosened the part of the chest that was quietly locked, and put his hand inside it.

Her white, soft flesh was much smoother and softer than the texture of her luxurious dress, with several layers of frills attached to it.

Kyle caressed her body as if it were his.
And he asked in a voice as soft as his hand.

“You don’t want it?”

“The carriage is too little for that.”

“You don’t like carriages, what about the parlor?”

Rosalind’s face flushed red with embarrassment and shame at the scornful voice.
His twisted voice continued again.

“Isn’t my wife the one who would do anything to have children?”

He could see her expression swaying at the word ‘child.’

She was a woman who wanted to have children to the point he was sick and tired.
She habitually said she wanted to have children.

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Kyle didn’t pay much attention to why she was so blindly obsessed with it.

“Still, the carriage is a little…”

“If we do it in a shaky place, do you worry about spilling my seeds?”

“No, it’s not like that…”

“Well, spread your legs as I tell you to.”

Rosalind flinched for a moment at those words.
However, she then closed her eyes tightly as though she was ready to accept it.

The man’s hand began to invade her body, as always.

 

***

 

“How are you these days? It would have been nice if you and your husband had come together.”

Rosalind smiled awkwardly at her mother’s question and brought the tea to her lips.

She had just stopped by her mother’s house after a long absence to see her face.

Her father, who worked hard for the family and country, the dignified and kind mother, and the docile only daughter…

Contrary to the impeccable and flawless appearance, the relationship between the family members was not very smooth.
It was only for the sake of his image that her father impersonated her as a daughter fool.

His father, as a marquis, succeeded in gaining the trust of many territories and emperors, though he was a man of endless greed.
He wanted to dig into the Emperor’s side from time to time, and he wanted a higher position than he was now.

It was also part of his lust for power that he tried to promote marriage by forcibly sending marriage proposals several times.

He was also very interested in women as well.
As her mother was not enough for him, he has different prostitutes.

When she was young, she sided with her mother and was often hit by objects thrown by her father or by his large hands.
As time went on, her father, exhausted, began to get along more with her mother instead of revealing her loneliness.
Nevertheless, Rosalind still did not like her father.

She hated such authoritarian men, and her ideal type was a kind person.