Dad, I will Listen to you - Chapter 17
Chapter 17
"Hahh, hng, hk…"
"Now you can feel it even in your backside, can't you?"
Karl roughly thrust the dildo into her anal cavity. Their original plan to select a dress had clearly been abandoned, as the two were now engaged in lewd acts in one corner of the salon.
"Hngh, hk, hah, hmpf."
Her moans, mixed with whimpers, carried traces of pleasure. Karl shoved his fingers into Elia’s mouth, stirring roughly. Saliva pooled around his digits as her breath grew ragged.
There was no worry of sound leaking out—the shop had been rented in full, leaving only Hamel waiting outside.
The pristine white dress Karl had put on Elia was already in disarray. The hem of the voluminous skirt had torn, and the tiny embedded jewels and flowers had scattered across the floor. Her thighs glistened with fluids dripping from her core.
"You liked riding all the way here with this inside you?"
He had stuffed her with two dildos—front and back. With every jolt of the carriage, Elia gasped and moaned, her breath uneven. Karl teased her nipples, visible even through the thin fabric, but the teasing wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. By the time they arrived at the salon, Elia was already collapsing into his arms.
"How many times have you come already? What should I do with you, Ellie?"
He pressed firmly against her swollen clit. The slick, plump flesh slipped from his fingers the harder he tried to grip it. Karl licked at the flushed skin, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles. Elia’s thighs trembled under the stimulation.
"Ah—Daddy, p-please, f*ck me."
Karl unbuckled his belt. Then he pushed his c*ck into her dripping entrance. But that wasn’t enough—he shoved the pink dildo, which had just been buried in her rear, even deeper. A faint moan spilled from Elia’s lips.
"Hngh, hng…"
Stuffed tight in both holes, she let out a satisfied whimper.
"You’re so spoiled now—you can’t even feel it unless both holes are filled, huh, Ellie?"
The swaying hem of her dress tickled her ass with every thrust.
"Nngh, hah—Ellie, f-feels good."
"I told you you’d like it in the back too. Daddy was right, wasn’t he?"
"Y-yes… Ah, Daddy was right. Hah, hng, ah—ah!"
Her breath turned animalistic as she clutched the table, sobbing.
After a few more rough strokes, Elia slumped forward, reaching climax. Seeing her tear-streaked face, Karl tore the rest of her dress away. The finely designed garment was shredded in seconds. He used the tattered fabric to bind her wrists, then sucked her corset-enhanced breasts into his mouth.
"Ellie, tell me how good it feels to have both holes stuffed. You can’t even feel just one anymore, can you?"
Karl leisurely stroked her hair before rolling his hips slowly.
"Hahh, hah—Ellie, c-can’t be s-satisfied with just one now…"
Rustle. Karl drew the thin curtain aside. Hamel, who had been waiting outside, startled at the sight.
"You heard her, didn’t you?"
Amused by the situation, Karl gestured to Hamel.
"Ellie, suck Hamel’s c*ck."
At his command, Elia hurriedly pulled down Hamel’s pants. Hamel turned his head away, hands clasped behind his back. After a few licks, his length stiffened fully. Elia took him into her mouth, and Hamel’s brow twitched. Her small, wet tongue traced him with practiced ease.
"Ellie, you like it?"
"Hmpf, hoo…"
No coherent words could come from Elia’s stuffed mouth. Karl began ruthlessly pounding into her, hitting the spots that made her clench around him. Each time he struck that sensitive place inside her, she tightened around his cock. He leisurely moved the dildo still buried in her ass.
Elia’s mouth slipped off Hamel’s length with a wet sound. Hamel gripped her hair and thrust back in. He had tried to hold back, but the teasing licks made restraint impossible.
He held her head and f*cked her mouth greedily. Elia’s body jerked with each movement, the corset restricting her chest’s movements. Hamel yanked the laces loose, letting the garment fall to the floor with a thud. She could hardly be considered dressed anymore.
Her breasts swayed with the force of the thrusts from both ends. Hamel wiped the sweat beading on Elia’s forehead, satisfied.
"Ellie, you like it when he f*cks you from behind?"
Karl gripped Elia’s hips hard.
"Ah—you like having all three holes filled?"
A faint smirk curled Karl’s lips.
He squeezed her ample breasts, scowling as her inner walls clenched around him just from that.
"Can’t even tell inside from outside, just shaking your hips like a cheap wh*re."
He muttered lowly before releasing deep inside her. As Karl pulled out with a wet sound, cum splattered across the white fabric beneath them.
Hamel thrust a few more times before spilling onto Elia’s chest. Karl surveyed the wrecked room and laughed.
"Well… seems like dress shopping is off the table today."
He stroked Elia’s hair gently. If they missed the deadline, they could always just have her wear the dress the Emperor had gifted—the one previously worn by the imperial concubine.
Karl wiped down Elia’s exhausted body with a damp cloth before ringing for the servants.
Though the shop had been cleared of outsiders, the attendants who served nobles remained. Of course, they were usually war captives—illiterate, tongueless, and incapable of speaking of what they saw.
Karl waited leisurely as Elia washed up.
When she returned in a thin sky-blue dress, her platinum hair was pinned up with an ornate hairpiece studded with pearls. It suited her beautifully.
"Ellie, lift your skirt."
Karl slid the dildo—the same one that had been inside her all day—back into her core. Elia’s hands trembled as she held up the fabric, her breath ragged against Karl’s shoulder. Both holes were filled again.
"Good. Tell Kilisha to bill me for the salon rental and all the dresses on the first floor. Have them tailored to Ellie’s measurements and sent to the estate."
Karl handed over a blank check stamped with the Arost ducal seal and stood. He hadn’t come here intending to f*ck, but the lewd, pliant flesh in his hands had derailed his plans.
As he stepped outside, Karl frowned at the imperial carriage waiting ahead.
"So he’s here too."
He knew Leopold had been trying to gather information on Elia—and had been at it for quite some time.
Karl shielded Elia behind him.
"Greetings, Your Imperial Highness. Karl Arost, at your service."
With many eyes watching, Karl observed formalities.
"No need for formalities. Once we’re wed, I’ll no longer be of imperial standing."
Leopold smiled kindly. Karl’s brow twitched. Before, he had been delaying the marriage—why acknowledge it so publicly now? His intentions were inscrutable.
"That would be improper. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"
"Ah, I heard my future wife would be visiting this salon."
The implication in Leopold’s tone—curiosity about Elia—made Karl glance at Hamel. He didn’t want Leopold seeing Elia’s face right now.
Hamel draped a cloak over Elia and pulled her away. But with the dildo still buried inside her, walking was difficult. Hamel steadied her as she stumbled.
"Oh dear, she seems unwell. May I assist her?"
Leopold’s probing gaze turned to Karl. Was he mistreating her? Had the Arost family’s signature violet eyes not manifested in her? Or was she plain, contrary to rumors? The cloak and her unsteady steps only deepened his suspicions.
"...My daughter is not prepared to greet you at this moment."
Karl’s firm stance only stoked Leopold’s curiosity further.
"I’ll send a letter to the ducal house next time."
"You may see her at the wedding. I fear my child may not meet Your Highness’s expectations and sway your decision."
The power dynamic had shifted from their last meeting. Leopold was enjoying this.
"...Hah. Duke, I don’t know what you’re hiding, but I intend to marry your daughter. Even if she’s as plain as they say."
He wanted to uncover Karl’s secret. And he was curious—just how beautiful was this famed Elia?
The tension eased slightly at Leopold’s seemingly amiable words. But Leopold didn’t miss his chance.
As Elia stepped into the carriage, he seized her wrist and pulled.
Twenty years old—her hand was smaller than he expected for a woman only five years his junior. Her wrist was so slender it felt like it might snap if he gripped too hard.
Unconsciously, he loosened his hold. The cloak slipped from her shoulders.
"...Tch."
Karl exhaled sharply. Even he hadn’t been able to stop Leopold’s sudden move.
Elia tumbled into Leopold’s broad chest.
"...Hah."
A soft gasp escaped her as the dildo shifted inside her. The constant stimulation left her dazed, barely able to process the situation. She blinked up at the man before her.
Leopold’s intense gaze locked onto hers.
The small, pale creature had eyes tinged with a mysterious violet—proof she was indeed Karl’s blood.
"...Who?"
Her red lips parted slightly. A shiver ran down Leopold’s spine.
"Leopold Acheon. The man who will be your husband."
This was a miscalculation.
He had meant to uncover a weakness.
Instead, he had found his own.
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