The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the Juukulius mansion, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets where Rem lay. She slept comfortably, her body curled against the warm chest of the man she loved—or so her wine-soaked mind had believed in the haze of sleep. Her arm draped across his torso, her face nestled into his skin, a sense of fulfillment lingering from the night's passion. But as consciousness stirred, a jolt of realization hit her like cold water. She wasn't in their cramped Kararagi room with Subaru. She was in Julius's bed, her body still full of his semen, the evidence of their intense union seeping from her. She was now his wife, bound by a ceremony she'd been swept into, a choice born of desperation and alcohol.
Her eyes fluttered open, her breath catching as she registered Julius's presence. He wasn't asleep; his violet eyes were soft, watching her with a tender possessiveness. His arm held her securely, one hand resting on her lower back, keeping her close. "Good morning, my sleeping queen," he murmured, his voice low and warm, a smile playing on his lips. "Did you sleep well?"
Rem froze, her heart pounding as the reality crashed over her. The comfort of moments ago dissolved into a wave of guilt and panic. She was pressed against Julius, her naked body tangled with his, the memory of his touch—his fingers on her clit, his tongue in her pussy, his cock stretching her—flooding back with vivid clarity. She'd given herself to him, lost in the drunken haze, and now the weight of her betrayal to Subaru crushed her chest. "I... I slept," she managed, her voice hoarse, barely a whisper, as she pulled back slightly, her hand trembling as it left his chest.
Julius's smile didn't waver, oblivious to her turmoil. "You were magnificent last night, Rem," he said, his tone laced with pride as he brushed a strand of blue hair from her face. "My wife, my love."
The words stabbed at her, each one a reminder of the vow she'd made under pressure, the passion she'd succumbed to against her will. She wanted to scream, to run back to Subaru, but the reality of her situation—the scandal of leaving a noble, the loss of her job, their precarious life—kept her rooted. She forced a weak nod, her eyes avoiding his. "Julius-sama, I... need to get up," she said, her voice faltering as she slid from his embrace, pulling the sheet to cover her nakedness.
As she stood, her legs still weak from the night's fervor, she felt the sticky remnants of his cum between her thighs, a physical reminder of her surrender. Her mind raced—she'd meant to endure Julius for Subaru's sake, to secure money and escape, but last night, she'd lost herself entirely. The guilt was suffocating, yet she couldn't undo what had happened. She had to face Subaru, confess the partial truth, and find a way to salvage their dream of a home and family, even as the shadow of her new title as Julius's wife loomed over her.
Rem stumbled out of bed, her legs still shaky from the night's fervor, the sheet clutched tightly around her naked body as she made her way to the bathroom. The opulent Juukulius mansion felt like a gilded cage, its polished marble floors cold against her bare feet. Her mind was a storm of guilt and panic, the weight of her betrayal to Subaru crushing her. She'd woken in Julius's arms, her body filled with his semen, the reality of her new title as his wife a bitter truth she couldn't escape. She blamed the wine—its haze had dulled her senses, let her surrender to the pleasure—but the shame was hers alone.
Locking the bathroom door behind her, she sank onto the toilet, her first instinct to rid herself of Julius's seed. Her fingers moved to her pussy, slick and sore from his relentless thrusts, and she tried to scoop out the thick, sticky cum, desperate to cleanse herself of him. The sensation felt good—too good—her sensitive walls responding to her touch, sending a shameful shiver through her. "No," she whispered to herself, tears pricking her eyes as she prayed she wouldn't get pregnant. "Please, gods, don't let it happen." She told herself she hadn't cheated on Subaru—not truly. She'd had to do it, forced by circumstance, and the alcohol had been her crutch to endure it.
But the worst realization hit her like a blade: Julius had broken into her deepest parts, his cock reaching her cervix, his semen flooding places her fingers couldn't touch. She probed deeper, her breath hitching as she tried to remove it, but it was futile. The cum clung to her fingers, and to her horror, it smelled good—a musky, primal scent that stirred her against her will. She hated herself for noticing, for the way her body betrayed her loyalty to Subaru even now.
Rem knew she needed a bath to wash away the evidence, to scrub her skin clean of Julius's touch. But the thought of him joining her, as he had in the past, filled her with dread. He'd want her again—she saw it in his possessive gaze, felt it in his relentless passion last night. She couldn't let him fuck her again, not so soon, not when her body was still raw and her heart ached for Subaru. An idea formed, desperate but calculated: she'd offer him a bath, use it as a chance to give him a handjob, to satisfy him without letting him inside her. It was a sacrifice she could stomach, a way to keep him at bay while she plotted her escape with Subaru.
Standing, she stared at the cum on her fingers, her stomach twisting. She needed to be strong, to endure this gilded prison until she could secure the money and flee. "I'll ask him," she murmured, her voice trembling but resolute. "A bath, and I'll... handle him." Her love for Subaru was her anchor—she'd do whatever it took to protect their dream of a home and family, even if it meant navigating this treacherous path with Julius.
Rem emerged from the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her as she clutched the sheet tighter around her body. Her legs still trembled from the night's intensity and her futile attempt to cleanse herself of Julius's seed, the lingering warmth between her thighs a shameful reminder of her body's betrayal. Her heart ached for Subaru, but she forced herself to focus, to navigate this gilded cage with calculated steps. Steeling herself, she looked at Julius, who lounged on the bed, his muscular frame relaxed but his violet eyes sharp with lingering desire.
"Julius-sama," she said, her voice soft but deliberate, though the word "husband" felt like ash on her tongue, "are you going to bathe with me?"
Julius's lips curled into a grin, and he rose swiftly, crossing the room to her in a few strides. His hands found her hips, one sliding down to grab her ass firmly, his fingers kneading the soft flesh through the sheet. "Of course, my queen," he murmured, his tone laced with a possessive edge that sent a shiver through her. The touch, combined with the arousal still lingering from her own fingers probing her pussy in the bathroom, made her breath hitch, her body responding despite her disgust. She hated it—the way her skin flushed, the way her core tightened—but she pushed the feeling down, focusing on her plan.
"I hope you're convinced of my seriousness now, Rem," Julius said, his voice low as he pulled her closer, his hand still gripping her ass. "You're my wife, and I'll prove my love every day."
"Yes, Julius-sama," she replied, her voice quiet, forcing a shy smile to mask her turmoil. He leaned in, kissing her deeply to prove his point, his lips claiming hers with a fierce passion. "Mmm," he groaned into the kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth, tangling with hers in a wet, heated dance. Rem kissed back, her movements mechanical but convincing, her heart screaming for Subaru as their lips made soft, smacking sounds—slurp, ahh.
As they broke apart, her eyes caught the bulge in his trousers, his dick standing rigid, a clear sign of his intent. Panic surged—she couldn't let him fuck her again, not so soon, not when her body was still raw and her mind was a battlefield of guilt. Thinking fast, she dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for his waistband. "Julius-sama, let me... suck you off first," she said, her voice trembling but urgent, her fingers fumbling to free his cock. "Before the bath, let me please you."
Julius's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and dark amusement crossing his face. "Eager, aren't you?" he teased, but he didn't stop her, his hand resting on her head as she prepared to act, her resolve steeled to keep him satisfied without giving him her body again. She'd endure this, thinking of Subaru, her true love, and the future they'd build once she escaped this trap with the money she needed.
Rem's heart pounded as Julius pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers with a fiery passion that sent a jolt through her body. His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling with hers in a heated, sloppy kiss, the wet sounds—mmm, slurp, ahh—filling the air as their lips smacked together. His erect cock, freed from his trousers, pressed hard against her stomach through the thin sheet she clutched, the heat of it searing her skin. Her body betrayed her, growing hot, a flush spreading across her chest as arousal coiled in her core. She hated herself for it, the way her thighs clenched, the wetness seeping between them, a stark reminder of her disloyalty to Subaru.
Julius broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his violet eyes gleaming with a perverse edge. "You feel that, Rem?" he murmured, his voice dripping with dirty intent as he ground his cock against her. "My dick's aching for you. You sure you only want to suck it? I can feel how much you want me to fuck you." His words were a taunt, his hand still kneading her ass, pulling her closer so she could feel every inch of his hardness.
The sensation made her dizzy, her body trembling with unwanted excitement. She and Subaru made love every morning, a tender ritual that grounded their bond, but Subaru wasn't here, and Julius's presence—his muscular frame, his knightly stamina—promised to satisfy the need her body screamed for. She shook her head, trying to clear the haze, her loyalty to Subaru her only anchor. "No, Julius-sama," she said, her voice shaky but firm, "I'll suck you. Sit on the stool."
Julius raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips, but he complied, settling onto a nearby stool, his legs spread wide, his cock standing proud and intimidating. Rem dropped to her knees before him, her heart racing as she faced his impressive length—bigger, mightier than Subaru's, its musky scent hitting her senses. Julius, with a playful glint in his eye, slapped her cheek lightly with his cock, the heavy weight of it brushing her skin. "Like it, don't you, my queen?" he teased, his voice low and taunting.
Rem's breath hitched, her cheeks flushing as she grabbed his shaft with one hand, her fingers barely wrapping around its girth. She began a slow handjob, stroking him firmly, her thumb gliding over the thick vein along his length. "Don't cum too soon, Julius-sama," she teased back, her voice a mix of defiance and nerves, trying to take control of the moment. Her other hand moved instinctively to her pussy, her fingers slipping between her wet folds, teasing her clit as she fought the arousal his size and scent stirred in her.
She leaned forward, spitting on the head of his cock to slicken it, the act making her stomach twist with guilt. The scent was intoxicating—stronger, more primal than Subaru's—and it made her wonder if she could even fit it in her mouth. I'm sorry, Subaru-kun, she thought, her heart aching as she tried to justify it. This is for us, for our future. But the excuse felt hollow as her tongue darted out, licking the tip of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum. She looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his, a mix of shame and arousal burning in her gaze.
Her fingers moved faster on her pussy, circling her clit as she licked along his shaft, her tongue tracing the contours, her lips brushing the sensitive head. "Mmm," she moaned softly, the sound involuntary as her body responded, her arousal growing despite her efforts to focus on Subaru. Julius's cock twitched in her hand, his groans—"Nngh, Rem, that's it"—spurring her on, her mind a battlefield of guilt and desire as she fought to keep this act mechanical, a means to an end, even as her body craved more.
Rem knelt before Julius, her heart pounding with a mix of guilt and unwilling arousal, her hands gripping his thick shaft as she leaned in. Her tongue darted out, licking the full length of his cock from base to tip, tracing the veined underside with slow, deliberate strokes. The taste was salty, musky, stronger than Subaru's, and it made her stomach twist, but she forced herself to continue, getting ready to take it into her mouth. Her lips brushed the head, her breath hot against his skin, her blue eyes flicking up to meet his.
Julius groaned, his voice low and commanding. "Rem, I don't like how you call me 'sama'—you're my wife now," he said, his tone laced with a perverse edge. "I'll have to punish you a little for it." His hand grabbed the back of her head, fingers tangling in her blue hair, pushing her down firmly. Rem reacted almost instinctively, as if she'd been waiting for the push to force her into it, her mouth opening to take him in. She sucked up and down, her lips sealing around his girth, bobbing her head with reluctant rhythm, delighting in the way it filled her mouth despite her disgust. "Mmm, slurp," the wet sounds echoed as she worked him, Julius's moans fueling her motions—"Ahh, yes, Rem, just like that."
In her head, her thoughts raced, hazy with arousal. It's time, Julius's cock is moving, she thought, focusing on its size—bigger, thicker than Subaru's, challenging her to take more. Subaru was smaller, easier to handle, but this one stretched her lips, filled her mouth just right in a way that made her mind wander despite herself. Julius's semen-taste coated her tongue, terrible at first, bitter and thick, making her want to gag, to puke, but she needed to do it—to prevent him from fucking her, to keep control. She forced her mind to adjust, repeating to herself, Find the flavor, make it stay on my tongue, it's not so bad—salty, warm, like a secret spice. She tried to think positively, rolling the taste around, letting it linger as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.
Julius's hand helped, pushing her head lower, guiding her to take more of him in. "Deeper, Rem," he growled, his fingers firm but not cruel, encouraging her to swallow more of his length. Rem gagged slightly at first, her throat tightening, but she relaxed, her saliva coating him as she bobbed faster, her hand stroking the base she couldn't reach. The terrible taste became tolerable, her brain forcing her to like it—It's rich, potent, like a forbidden elixir—as she repeated the mantra, letting it stay on her tongue, savoring it against her will to make the act bearable. Her body heated, her pussy aching from the earlier teasing, but she pushed the thought away, focusing on the task, her moans vibrating around his cock—"Mmm, slurp"—as she gave in to the rhythm, her mind a blur of disgust and necessity.
Her r knees pressing into the soft carpet of the bedroom, her hands gripping his thick shaft as she worked him with a mix of desperation and forced enthusiasm. The taste of his cock—salty, musky, terrible at first—coated her tongue like a bitter medicine, making her stomach churn. She gagged slightly on each bob of her head, the girth stretching her lips, filling her mouth in a way that made her eyes water. But she told herself she had to love it, had to force her mind to embrace the flavor, to make this act bearable. I have to love it, have to, she repeated in her head, her tongue swirling around the head, licking the slit where precum beaded, trying to convince herself it was tolerable, even desirable. The scent was overwhelming, primal, and she focused on it, letting it flood her senses, her mind bending to the task as she sucked up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.
Julius groaned above her, his fingers tightening in her blue hair, guiding her rhythm. "That's it, Rem—ahh—suck me like you mean it," he panted, his hips twitching as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around the tip. The sounds were wet and obscene—slurp, mmm, gurk—as she bobbed faster, her saliva dripping down his length, mixing with his precum to create a slick glide. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, the veins pulsing against her tongue, and her mind raced with the inevitability of what was coming. I have to take it all, she thought, her hand stroking the base she couldn't fit, her other fingers still idly circling her clit, heightening her own arousal despite the disgust bubbling in her gut.
Suddenly, Julius's body tensed, his grip on her head firming as he thrust shallowly into her mouth. "I'm cumming, Rem—take it all," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. His cock throbbed, and the first spurt of hot, thick semen flooded her mouth, more than she anticipated, the bitter, salty taste overwhelming her senses. She tried to swallow it down, her throat working frantically, but the load was too much, too fast. Some of it escaped through her nose, a burning sensation that made her eyes widen in shock, her nostrils flaring as the cum dripped out. She coughed, the sound choked and wet—gack, cough, splutter—as if she were about to puke, her body convulsing with the urge to retch. The terrible taste intensified, bitter and viscous, clinging to her tongue like a curse, making her gag reflex kick in hard.
But she controlled herself, forcing the nausea down, her mind screaming at her to endure. It's just the alcohol, she thought, blaming the wine for her lapse, for the way she'd given in last night and now this. I have to do this—endure for Subaru. She pulled back slightly, opening her mouth to show Julius the remaining semen on her tongue, the white pool glistening under the morning light, strings of it connecting her lips. Then, with a determined swallow, she gulped it down, the thick fluid sliding down her throat, leaving a lingering aftertaste that made her shudder.
"Thanks for the meal, honey," she slurred, her voice hoarse and breathless, forcing a weak smile up at him, her eyes watering from the effort. Julius looked down at her, his expression a mix of satisfaction and affection, his cock still twitching in her hand as the last drops oozed out. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the taste still terrible, but she'd made herself love it enough to finish, her mind twisting the disgust into necessity. Her body buzzed with unwanted arousal, her pussy aching from her own teasing, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the plan—to keep him satisfied, to avoid more, to secure the money and escape to Subaru.
As days turned into weeks in the Juukulius mansion, Rem crafted a careful routine to navigate her new reality as Julius's wife, all while clinging to her loyalty to Subaru. She avoided him as much as possible during the day, keeping her distance under the guise of household duties, but she couldn't escape their intimate encounters. In the mornings, she'd kneel before him, her lips wrapping around his thick cock, sucking him off with practiced efficiency. The taste of his semen—bitter, thick, and musky—had once made her gag, but she forced herself to grow used to it, swallowing every drop with a grimace she hid behind a forced smile. Sometimes, in the middle of the day, when his eyes lingered too long, she'd offer another blowjob, guiding him to a private corner of the mansion to keep his desires at bay. Before sleep, she'd repeat the act, her tongue working diligently, ensuring he came in her mouth rather than inside her body, each load a reminder of her desperate plan to control the situation.
But the nights were the worst. Julius's passion was relentless, his muscular frame pinning her to the bed as he fucked her with a fervor that left her breathless. She tried to think of alternatives—offering anal, doubling down on oral, or pleading for him not to finish inside her—but the pleasure was too intense at times, her body betraying her resolve. "Ohh, gods," she'd moan, her voice breaking as his cock stretched her pussy, hitting deep places that sent shivers through her core. Sometimes, she let him cum inside, her body craving the release despite her guilt, the warmth of his seed filling her as she whispered to herself, It's for Subaru, for our future. The mansion's walls bore witness to their encounters, the creak of the bed and their mingled moans—mmm, ahh, nngh—echoing through the opulent chambers.
Julius reveled in their intimacy, his hands cherishing every touch, his lips claiming hers in passionate kisses that deepened their physical connection. "You're everything to me, Rem," he'd murmur, his voice thick with adoration, believing their bond was growing stronger, an emotional tie forged in their shared passion. He saw her as his perfect partner, someone who understood him on a profound level, oblivious to the turmoil in her heart.
Yet, amidst this whirlwind of pleasure, Subaru haunted Rem's thoughts. Lying next to Julius one evening, her body still tingling from their latest encounter, her mind wandered to the man she truly loved. She pictured Subaru in their cramped Kararagi room, alone, wondering where she was, how he was coping without her. Guilt gnawed at her, a constant ache that reminded her of the pain she'd caused by giving herself to Julius. To pull herself back to the present, she leaned over and kissed Julius softly, her lips brushing his with a tenderness she didn't feel, using the gesture to anchor herself to her mission. She had to stay committed—secure the money, endure this charade, and escape to Subaru.
Julius, meanwhile, was consumed with plans for an official wedding in Lugnica's capital, a grand affair to proclaim their union to the world. The preparations were in full swing—maids bustling with fabric samples, invitations sent to nobles, and Maria, his aunt, orchestrating every detail with glee. "It'll be a spectacle, Rem," Julius said one night, his arm around her as they lay in bed. "Everyone will know you're my wife." His words were meant to reassure, but they tightened the knot in her chest. A public wedding meant exposure, rumors that could reach Subaru, and a deeper entanglement she'd struggle to escape.
Rem nodded, forcing a smile, her heart racing as she planned her next move. She'd endure Julius's touch, his passion, and the grand wedding, all while keeping her eyes on the prize—the wealth that would free her and Subaru to build their dream of a home and family. Each blowjob, each night she let him inside, was a step toward that goal, a sacrifice she justified with her love for Subaru, even as the guilt threatened to consume her.
As the days ticked closer to the grand wedding in Lugnica's capital, Rem felt an unsettling shift in her body. Her breasts ached, her appetite wavered, and a strange fatigue clung to her limbs. At first, she dismissed it as stress—the constant dance of avoiding Julius's touch during the day while succumbing to his passion at night had worn her down. But the unease grew, gnawing at her until she could no longer ignore it. With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, she sought out the mansion's trusted physician, a kind-eyed older woman known for her discretion.
In the small, sterile office, Rem sat rigid as the doctor conducted a thorough examination—checking her pulse, pressing gently on her abdomen, and asking pointed questions about her symptoms. When the doctor's face lit up with surprise and excitement, Rem's stomach twisted. "Rem, I have some unexpected news," the doctor said, her voice brimming with joy. "You're pregnant."
The words hit like a thunderbolt, echoing in her ears as her heart skipped a beat. Pregnant. She couldn't believe it, her mind reeling as panic and confusion surged. Her plan had been clear: marry Julius, secure his wealth, and escape with Subaru to build their dream of a home and family. But now, carrying Julius's child changed everything. She couldn't abandon the life growing inside her, couldn't run away and leave her unborn baby behind. Fury erupted within her, directed at herself for letting this happen—for drinking too much, for giving in to the pleasure, for failing to protect her body from Julius's seed. She felt trapped, her dreams of escape shattered, the weight of her choices suffocating her spirit.
Tears stung her eyes as she left the office, her footsteps heavy as she made her way to the shared quarters she now occupied with Julius. The opulent room, with its velvet drapes and polished furniture, felt like a prison. Julius looked up from his desk, his violet eyes softening with concern as he saw her troubled expression. "Rem, what's wrong? You seem upset," he said, setting aside his papers and rising to meet her.
Her throat tightened, tears spilling over as she struggled to find words. "Julius," she choked out, her voice trembling, "I... I'm pregnant. I didn't plan for this, and I don't know what to do."
Julius's face shifted from confusion to a radiant mix of surprise and joy. He crossed the room in an instant, taking her trembling hands in his. "Rem, this is incredible news!" he exclaimed, his voice warm with excitement. "We're going to have a child together—a blessing, a symbol of our love." He pulled her into a gentle embrace, his arms wrapping around her as if to shield her from the world.
But Rem's heart ached, the guilt of her betrayal to Subaru clawing at her. Julius's genuine happiness, his belief in their bond, made it worse—she couldn't bear to shatter his joy by revealing her original intentions, her plan to use him and flee. His touch was tender, his eyes sparkling with dreams of their future, but her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. She felt a growing bond with the life inside her, a flicker of love for the child she now carried, but it was tangled with regret and longing for Subaru—the man she'd promised her heart to, the one she'd dreamed of building a family with.
In that moment, pinned by Julius's embrace and the weight of her new reality, Rem made a decision. She couldn't undo what had happened, couldn't erase the child or the choices that led her here. She would face the consequences, accept this new path, and embrace the responsibility of motherhood. She'd find a way to navigate the complexities of her relationships—with Julius, who believed in their love, and Subaru, whose absence was a constant ache. She resolved to be the best mother she could, to love and protect her unborn child, even as she grappled with the guilt of betraying her true love.
As Julius kissed her forehead, murmuring promises of their future, Rem's mind churned. The grand wedding loomed, a public spectacle that would bind her further to Julius, making escape even harder. But she'd endure—for her child, for the faint hope of finding a way back to Subaru, for the dream of a life where she could reconcile her heart's desires with the reality she now faced.
As the days ticked closer to the grand wedding in Lugnica's capital, Rem navigated the Juukulius mansion with a heavy heart, her body marked by subtle changes that she could no longer ignore. Her breasts were tender, her energy sapped, and a faint nausea lingered in the mornings. She had secured a job for Subaru as a groundskeeper in the mansion, hoping his proximity would ease the ache of their separation, but the tension between her, Subaru, and Julius was a constant strain, a fragile balance threatening to collapse. The physician's revelation—that she was pregnant with Julius's child—had shattered her plan to marry him, steal his wealth, and escape with Subaru. Now, bound by the life growing inside her, she knew she had to confront Subaru with the truth, no matter how much it would hurt him.
In a secluded corner of the mansion's garden, hidden by blooming roses, Rem met Subaru privately, the scent of earth and flowers doing little to soothe her nerves. His eyes, shadowed with pain, met hers, and she could see the weight of their situation etched in his face. Her hands trembled as she clasped them together, her voice barely above a whisper. "Subaru-kun, I need to tell you something," she began, her tone thick with apprehension and guilt. "I'm pregnant. It's... Julius's child."
Subaru's face froze, his eyes widening as if struck. His fists clenched, knuckles whitening, and his voice came out low, raw with anger and hurt. "Pregnant? With his child? Rem, how could you let this happen? You were supposed to get the money and get out, not... not this!" His words cut like blades, his pain palpable as he took a step back, as if the distance could shield him from the truth.
Tears spilled down Rem's cheeks, her heart breaking at the sight of his anguish. She reached out, her hand brushing his arm, desperate to bridge the gap. "Subaru-kun, I didn't mean for this to happen," she choked out, her voice trembling. "I drank too much, I lost control, and now... I can't abandon this child. But I love you—only you. I thought I could endure Julius, get the money for us, but this changes everything. Please, I need you to stay, to pretend to be my friend, for the baby's sake. It needs stability, a family."
Subaru's jaw tightened, his eyes blazing with a mix of betrayal and despair. "Pretend to be your friend? Rem, you're asking me to stand by while you're married to that bastard, carrying his kid? He took everything from me!" His voice cracked, and he turned away, his shoulders shaking. "I can't just watch you build a life with him."
Rem's sobs grew louder, her hand gripping his arm tighter. "I know it's unfair, Subaru-kun. I hate myself for this. But this child—it's innocent. I can't run away now, not when it needs me. I'm begging you, please, help me give it a stable home. We can still find a way to be together, somehow." Her voice broke, her tears soaking her face as she pleaded, her love for him warring with her new responsibility.
Subaru's anger wavered, his gaze softening as he looked at her, seeing the swell of her belly, the life she now carried. A heavy sigh escaped him, his voice low and resigned. "Fine, Rem. For the kid, I'll pretend. I'll be your 'friend.' But don't think this makes it okay. It hurts, and I don't know if I can forgive this." He stepped closer, his hand hovering over her shoulder before pulling her into a reluctant embrace, his touch stiff but warm.
Rem clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt, gratitude and guilt flooding her. "Thank you, Subaru-kun," she whispered, her voice thick. "I swear, I'll find a way to make this right." The embrace was brief, a fragile moment of connection amidst the pain.
Days turned into weeks, and the mansion buzzed with the whirlwind of emotions and preparations for the official wedding. Rem focused on her pregnancy, finding solace in the baby's kicks, a reminder of the life she was now bound to protect. She continued her routine with Julius—blowjobs in the mornings or midday to keep his desires at bay, though the nights were harder, his passionate thrusts often overwhelming her resolve. She'd try to redirect him to oral or anal, but sometimes, the pleasure was too much, and she'd let him cum inside, hating the ecstasy it brought.
Subaru played his part, his face a mask as he worked the gardens, exchanging polite words with Rem in front of the staff while grappling with his pain. The sight of her growing belly was a constant reminder of his loss, yet he couldn't fully turn away. Julius, oblivious to the true depth of Subaru's feelings, sensed the strain but remained devoted to Rem, ensuring her comfort as her pregnancy progressed. "Our child will be our legacy," he'd say, his hand on her belly, unaware of the storm in her heart.
As the months passed and Rem's delivery neared, the mansion hummed with anticipation for both the wedding and the baby's arrival. Subaru watched from the sidelines, his heart torn between love, loss, and a faint hope that the child might give him purpose, even if it wasn't his. Rem clung to the belief that love, forgiveness, and a shared commitment to her baby could guide them through, even as the grand wedding loomed, threatening to bind her further to a life she hadn't chosen.
The grand hall of Lugnica's royal castle gleamed with unparalleled splendor, transformed into a breathtaking stage for Rem and Julius's official wedding ceremony. Cascading arrays of white roses, gilded lilies, and delicate orchids adorned every arch and column, their fragrance mingling with the warm glow of countless chandeliers casting intricate patterns across the polished marble floors. Nobles, dignitaries, and select mansion staff filled the vast hall, their finery a testament to the occasion's grandeur, their murmurs of awe echoing through the historic space. At the altar, Rem stood in a resplendent gown of white silk, its intricate embroidery sparkling under the castle's golden light, her blue hair swept into an elegant updo adorned with pearls. Her heart churned with a turbulent mix of joy for the child she'd borne and sadness for the love she'd betrayed, her eyes betraying the storm beneath her serene facade.
Subaru watched from a shadowed alcove near the back of the hall, his groundskeeper's uniform starkly out of place amidst the opulence. His heart was a leaden weight, each beat heavy with pain and regret. He hated himself—for failing to protect Rem, for losing her to Julius, the knight who'd once defeated him and now claimed his love. The sight of them at the altar, standing so close in the heart of Lugnica's castle, exchanging vows before the kingdom's elite, was a knife twisting in his chest. His hands clenched into fists, nails biting into his palms as he fought back tears, the humiliation of watching his wife marry another man searing his soul. He'd agreed to pretend to be her friend for the sake of her child, born just weeks ago, but in this moment, the promise felt like a crushing weight, suffocating him with every word of the ceremony.
Rem's gaze flickered toward Subaru, catching the tortured expression on his face, and her heart ached. She saw the raw pain in his eyes, the silent agony of loss, and her guilt surged, mingling with gratitude for his sacrifice. She hoped he could endure this moment, that he'd find the strength to hold on, knowing their child—a boy with her blue eyes—needed the stability they were all struggling to provide. Her love for Subaru lingered, a constant pull against the life she'd chosen with Julius, driven by necessity and now sealed by their son.
As the ceremony reached its pinnacle, the priest's voice resonated through the castle's hall, solemn and binding. Julius, resplendent in a tailored suit with silver accents, his purple hair gleaming under the chandelier's light, spoke his vows with unwavering conviction. "Rem, I vow to cherish and protect you, to build a life of love and honor with you and our son." Rem's voice trembled as she echoed her own vows, her words steady but her heart torn. "Julius, I vow to stand by you, to share in this life and raise our son together." The hall erupted in applause as they sealed their commitment with a kiss, Julius's lips pressing against hers with a tenderness that belied the complexity of her emotions. The crowd's joyous cheers reverberated off the stone walls, oblivious to the undercurrents of pain.
Subaru's heart shattered as he watched them embrace in the grandeur of Lugnica's castle, Julius's arms enveloping Rem with a possessiveness that cut deeper than any blade. When Maria, Julius's aunt, stepped forward, cradling their newborn son in her arms and presenting him to the guests, Subaru's breath caught. The boy, swaddled in soft linens, his tiny face peaceful with Rem's blue eyes, was a living testament to the life Subaru could never reclaim. His fists trembled, tears brimming but unshed, as he fought the urge to turn and flee.
Rem, caught in the whirlwind of the moment, felt a surge of happiness at the sight of her son, held lovingly in Maria's arms, but it was tainted by guilt. She'd found security with Julius, a stability she'd never known with Subaru, but her heart still ached for the man watching from the shadows. She longed for his forgiveness, for a day when they could coexist peacefully, for their child's sake and their own sanity. The weight of her choices pressed down, an emptiness lingering despite the celebration.
As the festivities continued, the castle's hall transformed into a lively reception. Music swelled from a royal orchestra, couples danced across the gleaming floor, and toasts rang out, crystal glasses clinking in honor of the newlyweds. Rem and Julius took to the dance floor, their movements graceful, his hand on her waist, her smile practiced but strained. Subaru retreated to a quiet alcove, the revelry a distant hum as he nursed his sorrow. He knew he had to move forward, to heal the wounds inflicted by this loss. The road ahead was daunting, but he was determined to find his own path to happiness, even if it meant letting go of the past he'd clung to so fiercely.
Rem, amidst the laughter and dancing, felt the hollow ache within her. Her choices had caused pain—to Subaru, to herself—but she hoped time would bring forgiveness and healing. As she danced with Julius, his eyes filled with a mix of happiness and longing, she steeled herself for the future. The wedding in Lugnica's castle marked a new chapter, a bittersweet union woven with love, regret, and the complexities of their shared history.
Subaru, watching from afar, made a silent vow. He'd heal, find purpose, and create a stable environment for Rem's son, even if it meant confronting his demons.
Subaru sat in the dimly lit living room of the Juukulius mansion, the weight of his emotions crushing him like a vice. Rem and Julius had asked him to babysit their newborn son, a boy with Rem's piercing blue eyes, while they retreated to their quarters for private time. The request had ignited a storm of anger and despair within him, knowing they were being intimate while he was left to cradle their child. The soft weight of the baby in his arms, swaddled in a blanket, did little to ease the agony in his chest. The mansion's opulence felt like a gilded prison, a stark contrast to the cramped Kararagi room he'd once shared with Rem, now a fading memory.
As he rocked the baby gently, the sounds of the dead—whispers and cries only he could hear—swirled in his mind, a haunting chorus born of his cursed ability, Return by Death. The voices taunted him with memories of every failure, every moment he'd lost Rem to Julius, the knight who'd claimed her love and life. His heart burned with self-loathing, the pain of watching her build a family with another man searing his soul. Then, from upstairs, Rem's voice cut through the silence—a second cry of pleasure, sharp and ecstatic. "Ohh, Julius, yes!" Her moan, filled with passion, pierced his heart like a dagger, shattering the fragile resolve he'd clung to.
Tears streamed down Subaru's face, his sobs silent but wrenching as he clutched the baby closer. "I'm sorry," he whispered to the boy, his voice breaking, tears dripping onto the blanket. "I'm so sorry, little guy." The pain was unbearable, the sound of Rem's joy with Julius a cruel reminder of all he'd lost. In that moment, a dark resolve took hold. He couldn't endure this reality any longer. Return by Death was his only escape, a chance to rewind time and undo this nightmare—to save Rem, to keep her from Julius's arms, to reclaim the life they'd dreamed of. He knew the cost: this child, innocent and sleeping in his arms, would cease to exist if he reset the timeline. It was a death sentence for the boy, a sacrifice that tore at his heart, but the agony of this moment was too much to bear.
Subaru's mind raced with uncertainty. Where would the checkpoint take him? Would he return to Lugnica years ago, back to the days when he and Rem fled together, facing the White Whale and the Witch Cult's threats? Or would it be mere months back, before Rem's pregnancy, before her marriage to Julius? He didn't know, but the possibility of rewriting their story fueled his resolve. If he returned to those early days in Lugnica, he'd do it differently this time. He'd defeat the White Whale, save the village and Emilia, and most importantly, he wouldn't fail Rem. He'd protect her, keep her by his side, and ensure she never fell into Julius's grasp.
With trembling hands, he set the baby gently in the cradle, his tears falling faster. "I'll make it right, Rem," he whispered, his voice thick with determination. He stood, his heart pounding, and moved toward the balcony overlooking the mansion's gardens. The voices of the dead grew louder—"You failed her, Subaru. You always fail"—but he pushed them aside, his mind fixed on the leap he was about to take. Return by Death was a gamble, a plunge into the unknown, but he'd face it for her. He'd die, reset, and fight with everything he had to change their fate.
Upstairs, Rem and Julius were lost in their passion, oblivious to Subaru's torment. Her moans—"Mmm, Julius, don't stop!"—blended with his grunts, their bodies moving in a rhythm that echoed through the mansion. They were unaware of the tears Subaru shed, the dark decision he'd made, the sacrifice he was willing to endure to rewrite their story.
As Subaru stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air hitting his face, he took a final glance at the cradle, the boy's peaceful face a haunting reminder of what he'd erase. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice barely audible. Then, with a deep breath, he climbed over the railing, his heart steeled with resolve. He'd return, fight the White Whale, save Emilia and the village, and most importantly, keep Rem by his side. This time, he wouldn't fail her.