A Caged Bird Doesn't Cry - Chapter 1 Part II
Chapter 1 Part II
Her voluptuous breasts shook without mercy. Olivia looked at her protruding nipples, which were swollen and red, as they were rubbed against the bed.
The marks left around her areolas, like suckers, were proof that she had been teased in the man's mouth a moment ago. Olivia, who was extremely excited by that fact, raised her buttocks high.
"Hah!"
Her breathing became choked up as her body became rougher. Disorganized thoughts cluttered her head.
'This man is mine. He's mine!'
It's I, Olivia's man.
Just thinking about it made her eyes turn white as an overwhelming proposition came to her mind. Haaang! A groan echoed like a scream. Olivia, who had lost all her energy and collapsed, saw the man still alive. She licked her lips even though she knew it was impossible.
"You know."
Andrea unconsciously turned around at Olivia's languid voice that had the afterglow of pleasure. Her gaze had been turned away before they met, but Olivia was satisfied with just having caught Andrea's attention.
"I heard an interesting rumor. You know, how fast rumors spread in society."
He seemed to know what Olivia was talking about without even having to listen. It must have been about the commotion Linus caused last night. He had no intention of engaging in petty conversations with his bed partner, no matter how trivial the topic. But since Linus was involved, Andrea had no choice but to keep his ears open.
"I heard you were looking into the black market."
Fortunately, the information about the person who was with him was not revealed. Instead of answering, Andrea drank the liqueur in his glass. He unconsciously frowned at the strong sweetness that clung to his throat. He hated sweets, whether it was alcohol or food.
"I was wondering why you were looking for that place.... Now that I think about it, there's something I forgot to tell you. Do you know? There are many strange sl@ves in the sl@ve market. Those sl@ves are incomparably more expensive than the ones I buy."
Olivia's voluptuous lips twitched ominously. She had enjoyed a bath in warm blood again today. It was a satisfying bath, but she was concerned that the concentration was lighter than before.
'They say it gets more expensive as time goes by.'
Healthy and fresh slaves were relatively rare, and young female sl@ves suitable for removing blood for beauty were also popular with men, so they had to be paid a high price. Fortunately, Olivia had been able to obtain useful sl@ves at a reasonable price because she had built up a relationship with the sl@ve traders through frequent visits and accurate transactions. The special sl@ve story she told Andrea was also heard from the sl@ve traders.
"There are sl*ves who are too expensive to deal with. They are said to be sl*ves who can cast spells to make anyone fall into a deep sleep when they sing a lullaby. Magic? That's ridiculous. But they definitely make you sleep well. So, would you like to come with me?"
Going to the black market to choose sl*ves with Andrea Kalidnas. Just imagining standing next to him made her hair stand on end and send shivers down her toes. It was a profitable offer for her in many ways. Especially now that the Princess's marriage proposal was on everyone's lips.
Just the rumor that Andrea had accompanied Olivia would make her receive special treatment. Buying that sl*ve girl who can cast spells on Andrea wasn't a bad idea. Especially after Andrea and Princess Belliona's marriage.
If you secretly give a few pennies to the sl*ve, she will get excited and sing a lullaby, and then the princess will have to turn back every time in front of Andrea's bedroom while he is deeply asleep. Surely the virtuous princess will not climb on top of her sleeping husband.
'No way.'
Olivia snorted inwardly at the absurd assumption. Belliona Perletti was weak-willed. If someone poked her, her face would turn red as if she was going to cry, and she would stutter badly when she was embarrassed. Her physique was also thin, and she didn't seem to be able to handle Andrea's energy. Her gentle face was acceptable, but that kind of appearance was common in many places.
She was much better in many ways. The only thing Belliona could boast about to Olivia was her royal bloodline. However, Olivia was also the daughter of a long-standing family. It wasn't a bad condition to marry a Duke. Except for one thing, being a widow.
'But I have wealth.'
Her husband had died young, but he had left her a large inheritance. A princess's dowry was ridiculous. Her wealth wasn't much of a flaw either. In the early days of the dynasty, when wars were frequent, there were many women who were Countesses, then Marchionesses, and then Countesses again.
In this situation, Olivia felt a little sorry that Andrea Kalidnas was a single man.
"Do you have a ticket?"
His blunt question broke the pleasant fantasy of looking at Andrea while wearing a veil.
"Of course. Otherwise, how could I have bought so many sl*ves?"
Olivia emphasized the word 'many' and sniffed, trying to flirt.
"You're interested, aren't you? I guess you have severe insomnia... Let's go. I'll give you that sl*ve as a gift."
"No."
Andrea cut her off coldly.
"Let me buy that ticket."
Olivia's eyes immediately squinted.
"That's a bit..."
She was about to say it was difficult, but barely changed her mind. In a way, she didn't want to hurt Andrea's feelings over something trivial. For now, it was important to keep coming and going to his bedroom. It wouldn't be too late to take the initiative after the wedding.
"Okay. You know the tickets are expensive, right? You have to pay me back generously later."
Olivia's wishful thinking, which included asking for something other than gold coins, such as meeting outside the bedroom or dancing together at the royal banquet, was soon shattered.
Andrea called a servant and had him bring her a bag of gold coins, handing it to her without even counting it. Judging by the fact that it was too hard to hold with both hands, if she had calculated it properly, it would have been three or four times the price of the ticket. Olivia felt bad because she felt like she had been paid for it, even though it wasn't her intention.
"This is..."
"Is it too little?"
"No. Actually it's more."
"Use the remaining amount as compensation for the trouble of going around to get tickets."
"I'm glad I could be of help."
Olivia, who hid her hurt feelings with a smile, consoled herself.
I'm not like other women who simply warm his bed. I'm not like those women who think that all they have to do is spread their legs and be done with it.
Because one day, the one who will take the seat next to him will be none other than Olivia, herself.
"I'll have the servant send it right away as soon as I get back."
A brief, formal thank you came back. As Andrea went into the bathroom and she also headed to the next room to change clothes, the two maids who had been waiting at the door came in and quickly cleaned up the area around the bed. Olivia, who was holding the doorknob, looked at the traces of their love affair that were gradually being erased with resentment.
To be honest, she wanted to greet the morning with him. However, Andrea would not allow her to be by his side. Even if I devoted my body and soul to him all night, once the relationship ended, that was the end.
There were often women who pretended to faint and tried to stay in his bed in shallow water. Unfortunately, the bedrooms of the Kalidnas family were as numerous as the leaves of the zelkova trees that covered the summer. Andrea could simply choose another bedroom where there were no women lying around.
Knowing his nature, Olivia always tried to build trust by showing a clean retreat. It was an implicit signal that she understood him and would not bother him under any circumstances. That was why she was used to walking back home with her wet lower body.
Even though it was familiar, she was angry this time. It was not surprising that there was not a single drop of his semen mixed in the love juice flowing between her legs, but today, she was particularly upset.
"Anna! Anna!"
When Olivia arrived at the house, she called the head maid loudly. The head maid, who noticed Olivia's twisted feelings, quickly brought out the sl*ves. As if waiting, when Olivia reached out her hand, a thick whip was placed on it.
Thwack, thwack!
Flesh splattered with a loud noise. Olivia's eyes, wiping away the warm lump on her cheek, became even more cruel. Soon after, one of the sl*ves, unable to endure the harsh beating, collapsed.
"Prepare it with that."
Olivia, who felt a little better, pointed at the fallen sl*ve with her finger and smiled gently.
"Don't kill him too painfully."
Now it was time to relieve the accumulated fatigue with the bath.
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