Rem stood in their rented room in Kararagi, the cramped space a far cry from a true home, its bare walls and worn furniture a constant reminder of their precarious life. Her heart felt like lead, burdened by the chaos of the day—the impulsive "yes" to Julius's proposal, the invasive kiss, the nobles' cheers, and her hasty escape from his chambers. She couldn't keep Subaru in the dark forever, but the thought of worrying him, of seeing pain in his eyes, twisted her insides. Subaru was already struggling with his job hunt; adding her mess would only crush him. She needed to think, to find a way out without dragging him into the abyss.
Taking a deep breath, she approached Subaru, gently taking his hand. Her voice was soft, laced with a forced calm. "Subaru-kun, there's something Rem must tell you. I have to stay at the mansion for a while longer—work demands it. But everything will be fine. I'll be back soon."
Subaru's face creased with confusion and concern, his grip tightening. "Rem, what's wrong? Why the mansion again? Please, talk to me."
She hesitated, her mind racing with options she couldn't voice. The job was everything—the salary that kept them afloat—but Julius's proposal had shattered that. If she went back, said no to the marriage, and begged to remain just a maid, perhaps he'd allow it. Julius wasn't cruel; he might understand her panic, let her keep her position without the scandal. But what if he refused, offended by her rejection? The rumors would spread, and no one in Kararagi would hire her.
Her thoughts darkened, grasping at desperate alternatives. Subaru was a good person—he'd never allow her to steal from Julius, to take money under false pretenses. That path was closed. Then, a shameful idea flickered: give Julius a blowjob, propose a casual relationship. That way, he wouldn't hate her for the rejection; she could keep the well-paid job, satisfy his desires without marriage. But the thought made her stomach churn. People would talk—the maids' whispers would become roars, her reputation ruined. No, that wasn't an option either; it would betray Subaru, betray herself.
Perhaps she could tell Subaru she'd asked for a raise, or more time at work, something to ease his worry without the full truth. But lies piled on lies would only collapse eventually. She needed that job, now more than ever, but it felt lost. Going back to Julius, retracting her "yes," and pleading to stay as maid seemed the only viable path, risky as it was.
"Rem?" Subaru's voice pulled her from her thoughts, his eyes searching hers.
She forced a smile, her voice steady despite the turmoil. "It's just extra duties, Subaru-kun. Nothing to worry about. Rem will handle it."
He nodded slowly, though doubt lingered in his expression. "If you say so... Just be safe, okay? I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered, pulling him into a hug to hide her tears. As they embraced, her mind continued its frantic battle. She couldn't worry him—not yet. She'd figure this out alone, find a way to salvage the job without sacrificing her soul. With Subaru's warmth grounding her, she vowed to confront Julius, say no to the proposal, and ask to remain his maid. It was the only way forward, the only path that honored her love for Subaru without destroying everything they'd built.
As the evening shadows lengthened in their rented space, Rem's resolve hardened. The road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but she would navigate it step by step.
Rem's steps echoed through the grand halls of the Juukulius mansion as she returned, her heart heavy with regret and desperation. The opulent surroundings, once a symbol of stability, now felt like a prison closing in around her. She felt terrible—guilty for deceiving Subaru with her vague explanation, ashamed of the kiss with Julius that still lingered on her lips, and terrified of the consequences if she couldn't salvage her job. The salary was their lifeline; without it, she and Subaru would be lost in Kararagi's unforgiving streets.
Her mind raced with options, each more distasteful than the last. Stealing money from Julius crossed her thoughts—a quick theft to fund their escape—but she hated it; it was dishonorable, a betrayal of her principles, and Subaru would never approve. Then, the darker idea: becoming Julius's sex friend, a casual arrangement to keep him satisfied without marriage. But that too filled her with revulsion; her body was reserved for Subaru, her love. She hoped a blowjob would suffice—something impersonal, a way to appease him without giving herself fully. She didn't want Julius to fuck her; that intimacy belonged to Subaru alone, the man who held her heart.
With a deep breath, Rem knocked on Julius's study door, her resolve steeled. She needed to explain her refusal without mentioning her marriage; revealing she was wed now, after her improper offer, would make her look like a deceiver, ruining any chance of keeping her job.
"Julius-sama," she began as she entered, her voice soft but firm, "Rem must explain why she cannot marry you. It's not personal—Rem values her independence, her work here. Marriage would change everything, and Rem isn't ready for that commitment. The reputation of a maid marrying her master... it's complicated. Rem doesn't want children yet, and she prefers to be courted slowly, not rushed."
Julius looked at her, his purple hair framing a face filled with understanding. "Rem, if you say no, I won't fire you. And if you think I see you only as an object for pleasure, you're wrong. I won't accept a blowjob or anything like that. I love you—I want to be with you fully, as equals."
His words sent her plan crumbling. He had mistaken her situation entirely, interpreting her offer of sex as a sign she liked him but didn't want marriage. In his mind, her reasons made sense: perhaps she cherished her independence, enjoyed her work, or feared commitment. Maybe she liked someone else, but she would have said so earlier. Or the stigma of a maid marrying her master weighed on her, or she wasn't ready for kids, or she wanted to be seduced gradually. His affection blinded him to the truth.
Rem realized her initial plan had failed. Pretending to smile, she nodded. "Thank you, Julius-sama. That confirms you're serious about Rem." But inwardly, her thoughts darkened. She'd marry the bastard, take the money that came with being his wife, and then escape with Subaru. She could explain to Subaru later, or spin a small lie—say it was all for them. Or, if needed, fake her death to vanish without a trace. To Julius, she'd play it as a test, to see if his love was genuine.
"Julius-sama," she continued, her voice steady despite her turmoil, "Rem was testing you, to see if your feelings were true. But now... to keep my work, to stay here, perhaps we can have something casual. Rem could offer you a blowjob, pleasure you without full commitment."
Julius's eyes softened, but confusion lingered. "Rem, I appreciate your honesty, but I want more than that. If that's what you need to feel secure, we'll talk, but my heart is set on you."
Her proposition hung in the air, a desperate bid to maintain her position while she plotted her true escape. She hated every word, her loyalty to Subaru burning like a flame in her chest. But for now, she'd play the part, endure the charade, all to secure their future. The mansion's shadows seemed to deepen around her, but Rem's resolve held firm—she'd navigate this web of deception and emerge with Subaru by her side.
Rem stood in the dim, rented room in Kararagi, the peeling walls and sparse furnishings a stark reminder of their precarious life. Her heart felt like it was being crushed under the weight of her choices—the impulsive "yes" to Julius's proposal, the invasive kiss that still lingered bitterly on her lips, and the desperate proposition she'd made to keep her job at the mansion. She couldn't keep Subaru in the dark any longer, but the words to confess her tangled web were like thorns in her throat. She needed to prove her loyalty, to show him her heart belonged only to him, despite the chaos she'd wrought. Taking a deep breath, she reached for his hand, her fingers trembling as they laced with his, her blue eyes searching his with a mix of sorrow and fierce determination.
"Subaru-kun," she began, her voice soft but heavy with emotion, "Rem has something to tell you. I need to stay at the mansion longer—work demands it. But please, trust that everything will be alright. I'll return to you soon."
Subaru's brow furrowed, confusion and worry etching deep lines into his face as he gripped her hand tightly. "Rem, what's going on? Why do you keep going back there? Tell me the truth—what's wrong?"
Her heart ached at the pain in his voice, his love cutting through her like a blade. She couldn't shield him from the truth any longer, not when it risked fracturing their bond. Tears welled in her eyes as she forced the words out, her voice breaking. "Subaru-kun, I've made a terrible mistake. I... I agreed to marry Julius. Not because I love him—Rem loves you, only you—but to secure money for us. I thought if I could gather enough, we could leave Kararagi, start a new life together, free from this struggle."
Subaru's eyes widened, shock morphing into raw anger as his grip tightened painfully. "Marry Julius? Rem, what the hell?! You're throwing yourself away for money? That's insane! I don't want you sacrificing yourself like that—not for me, not for anyone! I'd rather starve than let you do this!"
His words stung, his voice rising with a fury she rarely saw. "Subaru-kun, please," she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm doing this because I love you. We're barely surviving here! This is the only way I see to give us a future. I'll endure it, get the money, and we'll escape together. I swear, my heart is yours."
Subaru shook his head, his jaw clenched, eyes blazing with defiance. "No, Rem! I don't care about the money! You think I'd be okay with you marrying that bastard? Pretending to be his fiancée? What if he wants more from you? What if he—?" He cut himself off, his voice cracking with fear and frustration. "I can't let you do this. I won't."
Desperate to bridge the growing chasm between them, Rem stepped closer, her hands sliding up his chest, her touch gentle but urgent. "Subaru-kun, let Rem prove it," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. She pressed herself against him, her lips brushing his neck, a soft, deliberate kiss meant to reaffirm her devotion. "Rem is yours—only yours. Let me show you." Her hands moved to his shirt, tugging at the fabric, her body pressing closer, seeking to ignite the spark that always burned between them.
Subaru froze, his breath hitching, but his hands caught her wrists, halting her. "Rem, stop," he said, his voice low and strained, torn between desire and anger. "This doesn't fix it. You can't just... make this okay with sex. I need you to be honest, not throw yourself at me to prove something. I need you, not some sacrifice for our future."
Her heart sank, tears spilling faster as she pulled back, her hands trembling. "Subaru-kun, I'm trying to show you I love you. I hate Julius—I hate what I've done. But I thought... if I could secure the money, we'd be free. I don't want him, only you."
Subaru's expression softened, but the pain in his eyes remained. "I know you love me, Rem. But this plan—it's tearing us apart. I'd rather fight through this poverty together than have you sell yourself to that guy. Tell me everything—what's happened at the mansion? What else are you hiding?"
Her throat tightened, the weight of her secrets—the baths, the kiss, her offer to Julius—choking her. She couldn't confess it all now, not when he was so raw, so against her plan. "I... I've just been working closely with him," she said, her voice faltering. "The proposal caught me off guard. I said yes to protect my job, but I'll go back, say no, and beg to stay as a maid. I'll fix this, Subaru-kun, I promise."
He sighed, pulling her into a tight embrace, his anger giving way to reluctant trust. "Okay, Rem. I trust you to fix this. But no more secrets, alright? We face this together. I love you, and I'm not letting you go through this alone."
She nodded against his chest, tears soaking his shirt. "I love you too, Subaru-kun. Always." As they held each other, Rem's mind raced. She'd return to the mansion, retract her acceptance, and plead to keep her job. The thought of offering Julius anything more—a blowjob, a casual arrangement—made her sick, but she'd do what it took to maintain their income without crossing that line. Subaru's love was her anchor, and she'd fight to prove she was his, body and soul, no matter the cost.
Next day,
Rem knocked on the heavy oak door of Julius's study, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and determination. Julius was waiting for her, his posture relaxed but his eyes alight with anticipation as he rose from his desk, his purple hair catching the soft glow of the lamplight. "Rem, I'm glad you came," he said, his voice smooth but carrying a trace of hope. "Is everything alright?"
She nodded, her expression firm, her blue eyes steady despite the storm within. "Julius-sama, Rem needs to speak with you about your proposal."
He gestured for her to enter, closing the door behind her. The room was warm, filled with the scent of old books and candle wax, but it felt stifling. Rem gathered her courage, her voice steady but urgent. "Julius-sama, Rem cannot marry you. I'm not ready for marriage, and your proposal put me in a terrible situation. Saying yes was a mistake—I did it to protect our reputations in front of the nobles, but it wasn't my heart's truth. I want to earn my own money, to keep my work as your maid. Because of your actions, I'm in a precarious position. Please, let me remain just your maid."
Julius's brow furrowed, his expression shifting from hope to disappointment. "Rem, I don't want you as just a maid. I love you, and I want you as my wife, my partner. I reject the idea of keeping things as they are—I want us to build a life together."
Her heart sank, his insistence threatening the fragile stability she and Subaru depended on in their rented Kararagi room. Subaru's face flashed in her mind—his gentle smile, his unwavering love, the home and family they dreamed of. She couldn't lose her job, not when Subaru had no work and a scandal from rejecting a noble could ruin her forever. Desperation pushed her to a place she loathed, and she forced the words out, her voice trembling with disgust at herself. "Julius-sama, if you let me stay as your maid, our relationship could... become more intimate. I could... pleasure you with my mouth, just once, to show my gratitude. It would keep things professional, but closer."
She hated every word, the offer a betrayal of her love for Subaru, but she needed the job to secure their future. Julius's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and hurt crossing his face before he shook his head firmly. "No, Rem. If you think I only care for your body, you're wrong. I love you—your heart, your strength. I want you as my wife, not a fleeting moment of pleasure. Please, think about it more. I'll give you time to decide."
His rejection of her offer was a relief, but his persistence about marriage tightened the knot in her chest. He promised to take care of her, to provide everything if she became his wife, but that wasn't what she wanted. Her dreams were with Subaru—a home, a family, a life built through their own efforts, not a noble's charity. She forced a small nod, her voice soft but resolute. "Thank you, Julius-sama, for your sincerity. Rem will... consider it."
She turned to leave.
Rem trudged back to the rented room in Kararagi, the cool night air doing little to ease the turmoil churning in her chest. The conversation with Julius—his rejection of her offer to keep her job as a maid in exchange for a single act of intimacy, his insistence on marriage—had left her shaken but resolute. She'd secured her position for now, but the lie of her "yes" to his proposal and the shameful offer she'd made weighed heavily. She couldn't keep Subaru in the dark any longer, not when her heart belonged to him, not when their dream of a home and family hung in the balance. But the words to confess felt like shards of glass in her throat.
Inside their cramped room, Subaru looked up from the worn table, his eyes lighting with relief at her return. "Rem, you're back! How'd it go?" he asked, his voice eager but tinged with worry.
She took a shaky breath, her blue eyes meeting his as she forced the truth out. "Subaru-kun, I told Julius I can't marry him. I explained it was a mistake, that I said yes to protect our reputations, but he... he insists he wants me as his wife. I offered something else to keep my job, but he refused. So, I've decided—I'll marry that bastard, play the part, take the money that comes with it, and then we'll leave Kararagi together. It's the only way."
Subaru's face darkened, anger flaring in his eyes as he stood, his voice rising. "What?! Rem, no! You're going to marry him? For money? That's crazy! I don't want you sacrificing yourself like that! I'd rather we struggle forever than let you do this!"
Rem's own anger surged, her voice sharp with frustration. "Subaru-kun, you don't understand! You can't keep a job, and I'm the one supporting us! If I lose mine, we're done for! No one will hire me after a scandal like rejecting a noble. This is our chance—a way to build a future, a home, a family. I hate Julius, but I'm doing this for us!" Tears spilled down her cheeks, her voice breaking. "It's not even stealing—it's revenge for the terrible situation he put me in!"
Subaru's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. "Revenge? Rem, this isn't you! You're not some schemer who plays with people's lives! I feel worthless enough as it is, and now you're throwing yourself at that guy? I can't stand it!"
Her tears flowed freely now, her voice a raw plea. "Subaru-kun, I'm trying to save us! I don't want him—I want you, only you. I want to carry your child, build a family with you. Please, don't make this harder!" She stepped closer, her hands reaching for him, but he turned away, his shoulders tense.
Silence hung heavy, broken only by her quiet sobs. Subaru's anger softened, his voice low and pained. "I'm sorry, Rem. I hate this, but I hate feeling useless more. I just... don't want to lose you." He turned back, pulling her into a tight embrace, his own eyes glistening.
They sank onto the bed together, clinging to each other for comfort. Subaru's voice was a whisper against her hair. "If you're really going to do this, promise me you'll be safe. Don't let that bastard touch you more than you have to."
Rem nodded, her lips finding his in a desperate kiss, pouring all her love into it. "Subaru-kun, you're the only man I want. I want your child, our family. Julius means nothing to me." Her kisses deepened, her hands tugging at his shirt, her body pressing against his to prove her devotion. She needed him to feel it, to know she was his.
Subaru hesitated, then gave in, their kisses igniting a fire that burned away the tension. Rem was fervent, climbing atop him, her movements urgent as she stripped away their clothes. She moved up and down, her hips rocking with a desperate rhythm, whispering through gasps, "I want to get pregnant with you, Subaru-kun. I want our family, our future." Her words were a vow, her body claiming him as hers alone.
Subaru's hands gripped her waist, his kisses fierce as he met her passion, but his heart was heavy. As he came, he pulled her close, kissing her deeply. "I love you, Rem," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I just hope I wake up tomorrow and this is all a nightmare."
Rem nestled against him, her body still tingling, but a quiet dissatisfaction lingered—she hadn't come, her mind too tangled with fear of Julius's advances, his persistent affection looming like a shadow. She held Subaru tighter, her love for him unwavering, but a flicker of dread remained. She'd play Julius's game, secure the money, and escape with Subaru but the cost of her choices weighed heavily, and the path ahead felt more treacherous than ever.
Next day,
Rem slipped out of bed before dawn, her movements silent in the dim rented room. She couldn't face Subaru, couldn't risk his words swaying her from the path she'd chosen. Her heart ached as she prepared a simple breakfast—rice, miso soup, and pickled vegetables—leaving it on the table with a note that read, "For you, Subaru-kun. I'll be back soon." Without a goodbye, she left, the door clicking softly behind her, her blue hair swaying as she stepped into the cool morning air.
As she walked toward the Juukulius mansion, a terrible weight settled over her, her mind a whirlwind of dread. She knew what awaited her—Julius would fuck her, his advances too insistent to deny without losing everything. She tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the cobblestone path beneath her feet, but her mind betrayed her, returning to the inevitable. Julius, with his muscular build honed from knightly training, would overpower her in ways Subaru never could. His stamina, forged in battles, would make it last, drawing out the violation. She told herself she'd endure, closing her eyes and thinking of Subaru—his gentle touch, his loving smile—to escape the moment.
But the memory from the bath haunted her: Julius's cock, larger and thicker than Subaru's, stirring unbidden in her thoughts. It would reach deeper, pushing into places Subaru never had, claiming parts of her that were meant only for him. She feared the sensation, the way it might stretch her, fill her in ways that betrayed her loyalty. And what if his semen was more abundant, flooding her, risking impregnation? The terror of carrying Julius's child, of that seed taking root, made her stomach churn. She imagined him planning it, his noble seed marking her forever.
A shameful warmth spread between her thighs, her body reacting to the thoughts despite her horror. She didn't want it—her heart screamed no—but the physical response was involuntary, a traitorous wetness that made her clench her fists in disgust.
To protect herself, to ensure no risk of pregnancy, Rem knew she had to drain Julius first. She'd initiate sexual fulfillment, take control to empty him before he could enter her. The idea repulsed her—she'd never liked giving blowjobs, even to Subaru. When she'd told him once, he'd never asked again, respecting her boundaries with his usual kindness. But now, she'd force herself to do it for Julius, swallowing every drop, continuing to suck until he was spent. She'd think of Subaru the whole time, endure the taste, the act, all to safeguard their future.
Rem entered the mansion, her steps quick and determined, but her mind a storm of self-loathing. She could hide the fact that she'd gotten wet from her imaginations of Julius fucking her, but the shame burned inside. She was supposed to be a loyal wife to Subaru, yet her body had reacted to those forbidden thoughts, betraying her devotion. She hated herself for it, pushing the guilt down as the butler approached.
"Miss Rem, Master Julius is waiting in his office. I'll summon him at once," the butler said, his voice formal as he led her to the room.
Rem nodded, her heart racing as she entered the office alone. She started taking deep breaths, in and out, trying to calm the panic rising in her chest. This was the place where she'd lay out her plan, where she'd tell him her conditions. If he wanted more, it could happen here, in this room, and the thought terrified her.
The door opened, and Julius stepped in, his expression a mix of hope and curiosity. "Rem, have you thought about it?" he asked, his voice steady.
"Yes, Julius-sama," she replied, her voice firm despite the tremble in her hands. "But a couple of things first, to make sure you're serious."
He nodded, gesturing for her to continue, his eyes locked on hers.
"First, no sex until marriage," Rem said, her cheeks flushing but her gaze unwavering. "I need to know this is real, not just... desire."
Julius frowned, his knightly poise cracking slightly. "Rem, I don't like that. I'm serious about you—I won't use you like that. I want us to be together fully because I love you, not to satisfy some urge."
But Rem insisted, her voice rising with desperation. "Please, Julius-sama. I need this. To feel safe, to know it's not rushed."
He sighed, seeing her fear, but her persistence wore him down. "Fine, if that's what you want. We'll wait."
Rem's heart eased slightly, but she feared he'd back off entirely. To keep him hooked, she added, "Until marriage, Rem will fulfill your sexual needs in other ways. To show I'm committed, but on my terms."
Julius's eyes softened, accepting it as a step toward their union. "If it makes you comfortable, then yes. Claiming you on our wedding night will be special, as you wish."
"Second," Rem continued, her voice steady, "I want a small wedding. Private, just us and a few close ones."
Julius shook his head firmly. "No, Rem. It will be grand—I want the world to know you're mine. I understand your fear of how people might see a maid marrying a noble, but I don't care about their opinions. We'll show them it's real."
In her mind, Rem insulted him—a selfish bastard, blind to her needs. She wanted a small wedding so fewer people would see her face, recognize her, spread rumors that could reach Subaru. But she held her tongue, nodding reluctantly.
She tried to think of more boundaries, her mind racing. "Also, Julius-sama, you have to secure me financially if you change your mind. Because of your actions, I'm in a bad situation—my job is at risk, my reputation. If this falls apart, I need something to fall back on."
Rem hoped he'd give her money before marriage, a sum she could use to run away faster with Subaru. But Julius stopped her, his expression turning serious as he countered. "Rem, I see you don't trust me—you think I plan to use you and cast you aside. Fine, I'll agree to most of this, but my offer stands: as my wife, you'll want for nothing."
He smiled, then opened the door, calling for the butler—his brother. "Fetch the priest," he instructed.
Rem panicked, her voice rising. "Julius-sama, no! We can wait—I don't want to rush you."
But Julius's eyes hardened with determination. "If you don't trust me, we'll marry today, right now. Then, we'll have a public ceremony later, as I want. This way, you see I'm serious."
Rem's mind reeled. "But I don't have a dress—"
"My aunt will help," he said, waving off her protest. Before she could argue, the door burst open, maids bustling in with Julius's aunt Maria, who beamed at her. "Call me Mother now, dear Rem," Maria said warmly, shooing Julius out. "We need to get you ready—out, Julius! This is women's work."
Rem didn't even realize what was happening as the maids and Maria whisked her away, the room spinning with fabrics and chatter. Panic clawed at her—marriage today? It accelerated her plan, but the thought of Julius's touch, his advances, filled her with dread. She'd endure, think of Subaru, and escape with the money soon. Her loyalty to him was her anchor, even as the whirlwind of preparations pulled her deeper into the trap.
Rem could scarcely believe the whirlwind unfolding around her. The maids and Maria, Julius's aunt and now her self-proclaimed mother-in-law, had swept her into a frenzy of preparation. The moment she was ushered from Julius's office, the women took charge, their excitement a stark contrast to the panic clawing at her chest. They led her to a lavish bath chamber, where they gently bathed and cleaned her, their hands deft and practiced. Warm water and lavender soap washed away the morning's tension, but not the dread knotting her stomach. She hated herself for the fleeting warmth she'd felt imagining Julius's touch, a betrayal of her loyalty to Subaru, and now she was being primped for a marriage she didn't want.
The maids, her former coworkers, chattered with glee as they fitted her into a breathtaking wedding dress Maria had procured from town—a flowing gown of ivory silk that hugged her curves and shimmered in the candlelight. They painted her nails a delicate rose shade, styled her blue hair into elegant curls adorned with pearls, and applied subtle makeup to highlight her striking features. Every effort was poured into making her stunning, as if their collective will could erase the haste of this union. Maria beamed, her maternal pride overwhelming. "You're a vision, my dear," she said, adjusting the veil. "Our Julius is so lucky."
The maids, who only yesterday had been her equals, were now giddy with excitement, some teasing her with bright smiles. "Such a rushed marriage!" one giggled. "Hope you rush a baby just as fast!" Their laughter filled the room, a cacophony of joy that grated against Rem's nerves. Maria joined in, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, I can't wait to be a grandmother!" The women's enthusiasm was infectious to each other, but to Rem, it was a suffocating reminder of the trap closing around her.
Barely eight hours had passed since her confrontation with Julius, and now she stood at the altar of a local church, the small space filled with close nobles, mansion staff, and maids who had managed to be informed and arrive in time. The guests' faces glowed with celebration, oblivious to the turmoil raging within her. Rem's heart ached as she looked down at the wedding dress, its beauty a cruel mockery. This was supposed to be for Subaru—their wedding, their dream of a home and family—but they could never afford such a ceremony. Now, she wore this gown for Julius, a man she despised, in a rushed union to secure the money that would free her and Subaru.
In those eight hours, Rem had traversed a torturous journey through five emotional states. First came denial, refusing to believe she was being swept into this marriage. Then anger, at Julius for cornering her, at herself for her impulsive "yes." Bargaining followed, as she tried to set boundaries, hoping to delay or escape. Depression settled in as the reality of her situation sank deep—betraying Subaru, losing her autonomy. Finally, acceptance, a grim resolve to endure this farce, to play the role of Julius's bride, take the money, and escape with Subaru, even if it meant lying to him or faking her death.
As the ceremony began, the priest's voice droned, and Julius stood beside her, resplendent in a tailored suit, his purple hair gleaming under the church's soft light. His eyes were warm, filled with a sincerity that made her stomach twist. The maids and Maria watched from the pews, their smiles radiant, believing this was a fairy-tale moment. But Rem's heart was with Subaru, her love for him a burning flame that no ceremony could extinguish. She'd endure this—Julius's touch, his expectations—thinking only of Subaru, of their future. She'd secure the money, escape this gilded cage, and return to the man she truly loved, no matter the cost to her soul.
The wedding party erupted in the Juukulius mansion, the staff working with frantic efficiency to transform the grand halls into a celebration space. Though the ceremony had been in the local church, the reception was hastily prepared—tables laden with sumptuous food, flowing alcohol, and lively music from a quartet of musicians who had been summoned on short notice. The guests—close nobles, mansion staff, and maids—mingled with congratulations and toasts, their voices a cacophony of joy that grated against Rem's nerves.
Julius, ever the chivalrous knight, carried Rem bridal-style from the carriage back to the mansion, his muscular arms holding her close as if she were a prized treasure. She hated it—the way his strength enveloped her, a reminder of the power imbalance—but she forced a smile for the cheering crowd, her blue hair cascading over his shoulder. The party swirled around them, dances breaking out on the polished floor, the air thick with the scent of wine and roasted meats.
Julius wasted no time, pulling her into the fray with constant dances, his hands on her waist as they twirled. He kissed her repeatedly—soft pecks on her cheek, lingering presses on her lips—each one a claim in front of the guests. Rem's heart rebelled, her mind screaming her loyalty to Subaru, but she endured, pretending to enjoy the festivities. To escape the overwhelming reality, she drank more than she should, the wine warming her veins, blurring the edges of her dread.
But the alcohol became a pretext for Julius to kiss her deeper, his lips capturing hers in passionate embraces that drew applause from the crowd. Eventually, under the haze of the wine and the need to maintain the charade, she kissed him back, her tongue moving with an unwilling passion, tangling with his in a way that sent unwelcome sparks through her body. She hated herself for it, for the way her body responded despite her hatred for him.
As the night wore on, the party winding down with final toasts and well-wishes, Julius took her hand, leading her up the grand staircase. Rem, a little drunk and clinging to her pretense of fun, laughed as he guided her, the sound hollow to her own ears. The bedroom door loomed ahead, and her laughter faded into silent dread, knowing what awaited her in the privacy of their wedding night.
Rem stumbled into the bedroom, the wine from the wedding party clouding her senses, her body swaying as she climbed onto the bed. Her hands roamed over her curves, fingers tugging at the ivory silk of her wedding dress with clumsy force, trying to rip it off. The fabric strained, a tear forming at the seam, exposing the soft swell of her chest. Her mind, fogged by alcohol, didn't linger on Subaru—thinking of him now felt improper, a betrayal of the heat pulsing through her. She was horny, her body aching for release, and in this drunken haze, it wasn't for her true husband but for the man who had claimed her tonight.
"Come get your prize," she slurred, her voice dripping with a provocative edge as she sprawled across the bed, her dress slipping further. In her head, her thoughts were a drunken chant: You can get it, you wanted it, take it. "Gods, I'm so horny," she murmured aloud, her voice thick with inebriation. A shameful thought slipped through: It's not my fault—Julius has a big cock. The memory from the bath, his size and presence, stirred her against her will, and she giggled, the sound wild and unsteady. "Them oni girls," she slurred, "everyone's sayin' I'll be bred today—are ya happy, hubby?"
Julius entered, his eyes dark with desire, catching her words like a predator savoring prey. "Oh, Rem," he purred, his tone perverse, "I'll breed you tonight, my love." He crossed the room in a few strides, his muscular frame towering over her as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. "Mmm," he groaned into her mouth, the sound mingling with her own drunken moans, "ahh," as their tongues clashed with animalistic passion. She kissed him back, her body responding, her tongue moving sloppily against his, lost in the heat of the moment.
His arms moved with purpose, ripping the dress further, exposing her full breasts to the cool air. He lowered his mouth, sucking greedily on one breast, his tongue swirling over her sensitive nipple. "Ohh," Rem moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and drunken surrender, her body arching into his touch despite the flicker of guilt buried deep. His fingers slid beneath her torn dress, finding her wet folds, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. "Nngh," she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily, the pleasure overwhelming her clouded mind.
"I love you, Rem," Julius murmured against her skin, his voice thick with lust as he continued to play with her, his fingers relentless.
Tears of pleasure spilled from her eyes as she cried out, her words slurred but fervent. "I love ya too, Julius, you're the best—please, fuck me!" Her plea was raw, caught in the throes of their intense, primal kissing, lips and tongues clashing with wet, desperate sounds—"mmm, ahh"—as they devoured each other.
Julius grinned, his eyes gleaming with perverse intent. "I'll fill you up, breed you like you deserve," he growled, his words fueling her drunken haze. She nodded eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation, her mind too fogged to resist. "Yes, yes, make me yours," she slurred, her voice a mix of pleasure and surrender, her heart momentarily lost to the moment, the betrayal complete as she gave in to the man she'd sworn to endure only for Subaru's sake.
Rem lay on the bed, her torn wedding dress exposing her heaving breasts, the room spinning slightly from the wine coursing through her veins. Julius's fingers danced over her sensitive clit, circling it with slow, deliberate strokes that sent waves of electric pleasure radiating through her body. She arched her back, a gasp escaping her lips as he applied just the right pressure, rubbing the swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly before soothing it with gentle caresses. "Ahh," she moaned, her voice slurred and breathless, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. She loved it—the way the sensation built, coiling tight in her core, making her forget everything but the need pulsing between her legs. "Gods, Julius, I need your cock inside me," she slurred, her words tumbling out in a haze of lust, "please, I need it so bad."
Julius leaned in, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with the same intensity as his fingers worked her clit. "Mmm," he groaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating against her lips as their tongues tangled, wet and desperate. He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her ear as he teased, "You made me wait for this, Rem, telling me no sex until marriage. Now I'll make you wait for it too—beg for it." His fingers sped up, flicking her clit rapidly, then slowing to torturous circles, building her to the edge only to pull back, leaving her whimpering.
She kissed him back fiercely, her tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting the wine on him as they made sloppy, passionate sounds—"ahh, mmm"—their lips smacking wetly with each break and reconnection. "Please, Julius, I can't take it," she begged between kisses, her voice a drunken plea, her body writhing under his touch. "I need you to fuck me, fill me up." His teasing only heightened her desperation, the friction on her clit sending sparks of pleasure that made her thighs tremble, her wetness coating his fingers.
Finally, Julius broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he growled, "Time for the main dish, my love." His hands moved swiftly, ripping her panties off in one forceful tug, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound, exposing her glistening pussy to the cool air. Instead of thrusting into her immediately, he lowered his head, his mouth descending on her with hungry intent. His tongue flicked against her clit, lapping at it with long, flat strokes before circling the sensitive bud, sucking it gently into his mouth. "Nngh," Rem gasped, her hands fisting the sheets as pleasure overwhelmed her. He delved deeper, his tongue plunging into her folds, tasting her essence, the wet sounds of his mouth on her filling the room as he alternated between sucking her clit and thrusting his tongue inside her.
Rem was in seventh heaven, her mind fracturing under the onslaught of sensation. She loved it—the way his tongue explored every inch, the heat of his breath against her skin, the relentless pressure building to a crescendo. Thoughts scattered, unable to form coherent words as her body tensed, her hips grinding against his face. "Ohh, gods," she moaned, her voice a breathless cry, her climax crashing over her like a wave, her body shuddering with release, waves of pleasure pulsing through her core.
Julius lifted his mouth, his lips glistening with her juices, a satisfied smirk on his face. He grabbed her legs, spreading them wider, moving her closer to him with effortless strength. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against her wet pussy, the head teasing her entrance, sliding along her folds. Rem realized this was it—she would be fucked, her body yielding to him in this drunken haze. She didn't think of Subaru in that moment; her mind was consumed by Julius, the excitement of being filled, the anticipation making her quiver. "Gods, yes, I need it so badly," she slurred, her voice raw with need, her hips lifting to meet him.
Rem lay beneath Julius, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, her torn wedding dress a crumpled heap around her. The room was thick with the heat of their passion, the air heavy with the scent of wine and desire. Julius's cock, hard and pulsing, pressed against her slick entrance, teasing her with its size. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with lust but softened by a flicker of care. "Rem, can I enter?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his breath hot against her skin.
She wanted to say yes, her body screaming for it, but words failed her in the drunken haze. Instead, she thrust her hips upward, a silent plea, her wet pussy inviting him in. Julius felt her tightness as he pushed forward, his thick cock stretching her with a slow, deliberate thrust. "Ohh!" Rem screamed, the sound raw with pleasure, her body arching as he filled her, deeper than she'd ever felt before. The sensation was overwhelming, her walls gripping him tightly, yet her wetness made it easy for him to slide in, each inch sending sparks of ecstasy through her core.
Julius didn't stop, even when he felt resistance; he pulled back slightly, then thrust forward again, his movements steady and powerful. The slick sounds of their bodies joining filled the room, mingling with the creak of the bed as it rocked under his rhythm. Rem's arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as she kissed him fiercely, her tongue tangling with his in a desperate, sloppy dance. "Mmm, ahh," they moaned into each other's mouths, the wet smacks of their lips echoing as their passion consumed them.
Julius was on top, his muscular frame moving strongly, each thrust driving deeper into her. Rem's legs locked behind his back, her heels digging into him, urging him to push harder, deeper. The sweat of their bodies mingled, creating a heady, passionate scent that enveloped them, a mix of salt and desire that clung to their skin. The bed groaned rhythmically, its frame protesting under the force of their movements, the headboard thudding against the wall with each powerful thrust.
Julius moved faster, his pace relentless, his cock stretching her pussy in ways she'd never experienced. Rem's body loved it too much—different from any pleasure she'd known before. With Subaru, sex had been tender, loving, but this was raw, animalistic, overwhelming. Her mind, clouded by wine and lust, cared only for more—more of the stretching, filling sensation that made her body sing. She didn't care about the grunts Julius made atop her, his groans of pleasure as he reveled in her body. "Nngh, so good," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction, and she echoed it with her own moans, "Ohh, yes," her pussy clenching around him, craving every thrust.
Her thoughts were a blur, lost in the relentless pleasure, her body betraying her loyalty as it surrendered to the moment. Julius's size, his stamina, pushed her to heights she hadn't known, her screams growing louder, her hips meeting his with reckless abandon. She was consumed, her mind empty of everything but the need for him to keep going, to stretch her further, to fill the void her body craved.
Rem's body was a tempest of sensation, her torn wedding dress a forgotten ruin around her as Julius thrust into her with relentless rhythm. The bed creaked loudly beneath them, the wooden frame groaning in protest with each powerful movement, the headboard thudding against the wall in a steady, rhythmic beat—thump, thump, thump—that echoed through the room like a heartbeat gone wild. Sweat glistened on their skin, mixing in a slick sheen that made every slide of their bodies against each other feel electric, the air thick with the musky scent of their passion.
Julius's pace quickened, his muscular frame tensing as he drove deeper, his cock stretching her pussy to its limits. Rem's legs locked harder behind his back, her heels digging into his skin, pulling him closer as if to merge their bodies completely. The end of her pussy was forced to adjust, molding around the invading thickness of his dick, each thrust reshaping her, claiming her in ways that made her gasp. Even though she wasn't a virgin, Julius's size and force made it feel like the first time—raw, intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that blurred into overwhelming ecstasy. She didn't know if her body was squeezing him deliberately, her walls clenching to milk his release, or if he was demolishing her, conquering her pussy to fit his girth perfectly. "Ahh, gods," she moaned, her voice slurred and breathless, "you're so deep, Julius—nngh—it's too much!"
He grunted in response, his breaths coming in heavy pants as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. "Mmm," he groaned into her mouth, their tongues battling with wet, sloppy sounds—slurp, smack—as they kissed passionately, breaking only for air before diving back in. "You feel amazing, Rem," he growled between kisses, his hips slamming forward with increased urgency. "So tight for me—ahh—I'm gonna cum soon."
Rem's nails raked down his back, her body arching to meet his thrusts, the friction building an unbearable heat in her core. "Yes, yes—fill me," she slurred, her mind lost in the haze, her hips rolling to take him deeper. The bed shook violently now, its legs scraping against the floor with each forceful push, the mattress dipping and rebounding with a squeak that matched their moans.
Julius's thrusts became erratic, his pace accelerating to a frenzied speed as he chased his release. "I'm cumming, Rem," he announced, his voice a low, possessive growl, no question in his tone. He sped up with all his strength, his knightly stamina pushing him to pound into her fast and hard, each thrust punching against her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure-pain through her body. Rem screamed, her voice a high-pitched wail of ecstasy—"Ohh, gods, yes!"—her legs locking even tighter, her pussy clenching around him as if to hold him in place.
He moved back slightly, then thrust forward again, burying himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he shot his first load deep inside her, hot and thick, filling her with a warmth that made her gasp. "Take it all," he grunted, pulling back and slamming in once more, another powerful thrust releasing a second spurt, coating her walls with his seed. The sensation was overwhelming, his cum flooding her, the excess leaking out with each movement.
Rem's climax hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around him, her pussy spasming as she came hard. "Nngh, Julius—ahh!" she cried, her mind giving in completely to the pleasure long ago. All she cared about was this moment, making love with her partner, the intensity of his thrusts, the way he stretched her, conquered her. She didn't think of anything else—only the raw, animalistic bliss, her screams mingling with his grunts as the bed rocked furiously, its creaks and thuds a symphony to their union.
Julius continued to thrust through his release, his hips grinding against hers, drawing out every drop, his body shuddering with satisfaction. "That's it, Rem—feel me breed you," he panted, his perverse words fueling the fire as he kissed her neck, marking her with another hickey. She moaned in response, her body still quivering, lost in the afterglow, her world narrowed to the pleasure he'd given her, the fullness inside her a testament to the night's surrender.
Julius slowly withdrew from Rem, his body glistening with sweat, his chest heaving from the exertion. He was exhausted, unsure how long their fervent coupling had lasted, but he'd given everything—every ounce of his knightly stamina poured into her, driving her to heights of pleasure he knew she'd felt. Her screams, her desperate moans, the way her body had clenched around him, confirmed he'd made her like it, even if it was only for this drunken, fleeting moment. He collapsed beside her, his muscles trembling from the effort, his breath ragged but satisfied.
Rem lay sprawled on the bed, her torn wedding dress a tattered halo around her. Her legs were spread, trembling and weak, unable to close as her body still quivered from the intensity. Her pussy, glistening and full, leaked his cum in slow, thick rivulets, pooling beneath her on the sheets. She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling in sharp gasps, her hand resting over her eyes as if to shield herself from the overwhelming reality. Tears streamed from beneath her palm, not of sorrow but of the raw, overpowering happiness of pleasure that had consumed her. Her mind was a haze, unable to form words, her body utterly spent.
Julius turned to her, his strength returning just enough to reach out. He grabbed her gently, pulling her toward him, guiding her to rest against his broad chest. Rem didn't resist, her body limp as she nestled into him, her tear-streaked face pressing into the warmth of his skin. "Mmm," she murmured softly, a faint, involuntary sound of contentment, her breath hot against his chest. Her tears continued to fall, soaking into his skin, a silent testament to the ecstasy that had overwhelmed her.
His hand settled on her back, holding her close, his fingers tracing lazy circles along her spine as he felt her heartbeat slow against his. "You were perfect, Rem," he whispered, his voice low and tired, laced with a possessive tenderness. He'd given his all today—the wedding, the party, the passionate night—and now, with her in his arms, he felt a deep satisfaction. He closed his eyes, his breathing evening out as he drifted into sleep, content that he'd claimed her fully, at least for this night.
Rem, still unable to speak, let her body melt into his embrace, her mind too clouded by wine and pleasure to process the weight of what she'd done. The tears of happiness, born of the physical ecstasy, mingled with a buried flicker of guilt, but it was too faint to surface now. She pressed her face deeper into Julius's chest, her body exhausted, her legs still trembling, and let sleep take her, the day's intensity pulling her under like a tide.