Atonement, About it's Cruelty - Chapter 3
His laugh made the mature, strongly-featured man seem almost boyish, momentarily erasing any sense of danger he emitted. With such ease, he nodded slowly.
“Is that so?”
Then he looked straight ahead again.
Anna and everyone else present felt as though they were on the edge of a knife, holding their breath in suspense.
“Ahng, Ha, Your Grace, Your Graaace…!”
The problem was that the beings beyond the door were lost in their pleasures, seeming blissfully unaware of the tension outside.
Oscar walked leisurely towards the door from which indecent noises continuously leaked, seemingly unfazed. He stared at the door, pondering the consequences of his next actions and the opportunity cost involved one last time.
The contemplation wasn’t long.
Oscar slipped his hand into his pocket. Then, with a gesture to the men behind him, they approached the firmly closed door.
BANG!
The door to the room where the Grand Duke was opened with surprising ease.
As the ample buttocks of the woman inside swayed back and forth, her moans became more explicit. When the man gripped her breasts with tearing force, she rubbed and ground her pelvis, which was tightly clutching the man’s flesh.
“Ha… more… more… shake it more.”
The movements of the woman underneath became more intense at the man’s command.
“Good, good, Grand Duke!”
Meanwhile, another woman sitting beside the man—Grand Duke Baden—sat up. She then poured condensed milk, prepared for dipping strawberries, onto her chest. The viscous white liquid flowed down her swollen chest, forming a round droplet at the tip.
As Grand Duke Baden’s eyes, already clouded with lust, fixated on her, the woman pressed her milk-drenched chest to his mouth and whispered sweetly.
“Your Highness, this is Amant Rose.”
Round, white chest; tips red as rose petals, speckled with creamy white liquid.
The Grand Duke, seemingly forgetting he was the brother of the King of Felpe and the President of the Felpe Bank, extended his tongue and began to lick the chest smeared with condensed milk, not minding the sticky mess on his face. As he grasped and licked her breasts eagerly, the woman emitted pleasing moans.
“Haa… ah… yes.”
She boldly stroked the Grand Duke’s head and commanded him.
“Suck… suck it.”
Obedient to the prostitute’s command, the Grand Duke eagerly began to suck her breast. While his cheeks hollowed deeply from the intensity, another person, pressed against his body, licked the Grand Duke’s chest.
“Haa, ah, ah…”
While the Grand Duke breathed heavily in climax, another or*y unfolded beside him.
The sounds of wet flesh slapping and provocative moans intended for the listeners heated the room’s atmosphere.
The velvet sofa, almost artistic in appearance, had long been stained with fluids from various bodies. The clothes of the VIP guests, who had once posed as gentlemen, were strewn about like rags on the floor. The expensive alcohol, costing hundreds of kerte per drop, spilled from mouth to mouth and onto the floor.
At this moment, astronomical sums of money were being squandered, and no one in the room was in their right mind. Thus, even as the door burst open with a loud noise, no one was capable of judging the situation.
Oscar, watched those sprawled out like dogs without any dignity, clothes, or rational thought with a smirk. Gesturing for his followers to stay back, he leisurely stepped into the room of debauchery, and the Grand Duke’s secretary hurriedly closed the door behind him.
Oscar sat down opposite the Grand Duke, who was gasping as two prostitutes attended to him. As he lit a cigarette, the Grand Duke’s secretary desperately tried to wake his master.
“Your Grace, Your Grace!”
Annoyed by the interruption as he chased his climax, the Grand Duke snapped back as he felt a hand tapping on his back.
“What is it!”
“Please, Your Grace…”
“Who let you in here!”
The secretary, half crying, pointed ahead, and the Grand Duke’s and the guests’ gazes followed his finger.
“…”
“…”
“…”
There, a man sat with one leg crossed over the other in a careless pose, smoking a cigarette.
In the flowing silence, Oscar alone laughed before addressing the Grand Duke.
“Please, continue what you were doing. I can wait.”
His voice was soft but laced with mockery. As soon as he finished speaking, the Grand Duke hastily withdrew himself from inside the prostitute. At that moment, creamy white liquid gushed from his red-hot tip.
The prostitutes who were engaged in various acts also quickly got up, and the guests who had been part of the or*y scrambled to gather their discarded underwear amidst the chaos.
In the commotion, bottles and glasses were knocked over and shattered.
“I said you can take your time.”
Oscar said dryly while exhaling a smoke. His tone is joking yet his expression arrogantly cold, almost chilling despite his smile.
Grand Duke Baden, who had been fumbling to put on the underwear handed to him by the secretary, suddenly stopped.
A thought seemed to strike him, and he threw the underwear to the floor and straightened up. He then stared at the young Marquis, who was still nonchalantly smoking, and gritted out a command.
“Everyone out.”
At his words, the guests and the prostitutes he had brought with him moved as if they had been waiting for the command. As they hurriedly dressed and shuffled out, covering their nakedness, the Grand Duke only grabbed the arm of the woman who had been beneath him.
“Your, Your Grace?”
“Just sit down and pour the drinks.”
He then slumped onto the sofa, still only wearing a robe, and leaned back deeply into it.
Flicking his finger at the secretary, the man quickly offered him a cigarette. While the Grand Duke took a long drag, as carelessly posed as Oscar, the secretary leaned close to whisper some news that had not yet been conveyed.
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