“I won’t be home starting tomorrow.”
“…”
“You’re just going to let me go like this?”
With a creak, the bed beside me sank. Jerome’s hand slipped under my shirt.
Half-asleep, I shifted my body. Jerome hugged me from behind, pressing insistent kisses along my nape.
I groaned, wrapping my arms around his neck.
The problem was that Jerome and I ultimately had no one but each other.
When Jerome’s hand started pulling down my pants, I grabbed it firmly and spoke.
“Don’t you have something to say to me?”
“Like what?”
“Something you’ve been keeping secret—maybe because the timing didn’t feel right.”
I asked as calmly as I could, studying his face.
For a fleeting moment, an unfamiliar hesitation crossed his usually impassive features.
As I waited silently, his response came unexpectedly.
“No, I don’t.”
The moment the words left his mouth, my expression froze.
Unaware of my reaction, Jerome swiftly pulled down my underwear and pants in one go.
I forced myself to suppress the storm of emotions, accepting his kisses.
But based on the circumstances, I could tell—it wasn’t just my imagination. Jerome was hiding something from me.
The night outside the window gradually gave way to dawn.
Jerome, completely naked, got out of bed and downed a glass of water in one gulp.
Droplets trickled down his sharp jawline, following the contours of his muscular torso before disappearing below his navel, dampening the dark hair there.
He turned toward me, swallowing the last of the water.
“Ugh, ah…”
Hearing his approaching footsteps, Jean buried his face in the mattress, his breaths uneven.
His pale thighs were starkly contrasted by the flushed, swollen entrance leaking thick remnants of semen.
When Jean tried to lift his upper body, he collapsed again, realizing he didn’t even have the strength to sit up.
‘I feel so full.’
Panting heavily, Jean pressed a hand to his swollen abdomen.
Jerome hadn’t just filled him but had practically poured everything into him.
The bruises scattered across Jean’s fair skin were evidence of how relentless Jerome had been throughout the night.
Without warning, Jerome grabbed Jean’s hair and pulled him into a deep kiss.
Startled by the sudden intrusion of water into his mouth, Jean shook his head frantically.
Jean turned away with a gasp, tears streaming down his face as he sniffled and weakly pushed against Jerome’s thigh with his foot.
But Jerome, undeterred, planted soft kisses on Jean’s tear-streaked cheeks, his fingers teasing the reddened, stretched opening.
“Stop… enough…”
Before Jean could finish, Jerome thrust his thick fingers back inside, making Jean arch his back with a startled cry.
Pressing against Jean’s sensitive inner walls, Jerome murmured with a trace of amusement.
“I’ve always thought this—human bodies change with constant stimulation.”
The room was illuminated by the fireplace, its warm light accentuating the sharp lines of Jerome’s muscular back.
Jean, shuddering like a lifeless corpse, clung to Jerome as low, animalistic cries escaped his lips.
“Please… ugh.”
Pinned beneath Jerome’s weight, Jean couldn’t even think of escaping.
He clung to Jerome’s neck, his body trembling as Jerome licked the nape of his neck with a chilling smile.
“If I keep using this place for a few decades, won’t it develop a clit—or even be capable of conception?”
Jerome withdrew his fingers, now swollen and slick, and lightly traced the entrance.
Feeling another wave of pressure build, Jean instinctively tightened.
Laughing darkly, Jerome muttered.
“Now you can even clench on your own. You’re such a natural-born seducer.”
“…”
“Thirsty? Want some water?”
Reaching for the bedside table, Jerome picked up the glass again.
Jean, pale as a sheet, shook his head frantically.
Forcing him to drink water only to make him climax until he wet himself was one of Jerome’s crude preferences.
After being wrung dry of semen, Jean would inevitably feel the overwhelming urge to urinate, resulting in humiliation—but also a perverse pleasure so intense it drained his stamina.
It was Jean’s most dreaded scenario.
“I-I don’t want any more water…”
“I don’t care. I’ll make you drink your fill, then pee, and drink again. Over and over.”
“…”
“You’re cutest when you’re crying and trembling as you wet yourself.”
At Jerome’s nonchalant response, Jean closed his mouth as if making a firm decision.
However, as if predicting even this reaction, Jerome forced Jean’s lips apart by pushing his thumb between them.
Jean’s plan to bite his tongue and escape this climaxing hell also failed, and tears like pearls streamed down his cheeks.
Jerome, who eagerly drank Jean’s tears, slipped an arm under Jean’s knees, his face flushed.
“Let’s make a baby today.”
“I can’t make babies. I really can’t. Please, believe me. I swear.”
“No, you can. I believe in your potential.”
“Stop talking nonsense…”
Jerome pulled Jean’s body further down, aligning himself once again with the soft, stretched entrance.
Despite having endured it multiple times, the sheer size was overwhelming, and Jean gasped for air, his belly trembling uncontrollably.
Sweat dripped down his hollowed stomach, pooling in the shallow crevices and shimmering.
Watching Jean lift his hips instinctively, his heels raised off the bed to escape the oppressive fullness, Jerome grabbed his hand and guided it.
“Feel it. See how much it’s stretched.”
“…”
“You’ve taken all of me inside.”
Jean’s eyes widened as Jerome forced him to touch where their bodies were joined.
The obscene gap and the throbbing hardness beneath his fingertips made him shudder.
His dazed expression softened as his eyelids fluttered closed.
His body and mind burned with heat, and he wished he could just faint and escape it all.
Watching Jean’s helpless state, Jerome pulled him into a tight embrace, thrusting his hips with relentless intensity.
Each deep, fast movement drew screams from Jean, who pressed his heels into the mattress.
“Ha…”
“Hic… ah… uh…”
The overwhelming sensation in his abdomen brought a renewed wave of release.
Jean trembled uncontrollably as his body jerked, a stream of warmth spilling across his stomach.
Jerome chuckled and eagerly sucked on Jean’s trembling tongue, kissing him deeply while his unyielding pace continued.
All Jean could do was spread his legs helplessly like a frog, accepting Jerome’s unrelenting strength.
Tears and snot streamed down Jean’s face, and Jerome whispered with mock shame.
“To be honest, even if you didn’t have something like a… hole, I wouldn’t care.”
“…”
“Hell, I wouldn’t even care if you didn’t have arms or legs. Even if you were just an ugly lump of flesh, I’d still shove myself into you. That’s how much I love you.”
“Stop…”
“I love you. I love you so much. Stay with me like this forever, okay? Even when you’re all loose and soft, I’ll take care of you, clean you every time you pee.”
Jerome couldn’t suppress his overwhelming possessiveness anymore and bit down on Jean’s cheek.
Jean, too far gone to even register the pain, nodded blankly with his unfocused eyes.
Smiling faintly at the sight, Jerome kissed Jean’s rounded forehead.
“I love you so much, my dear.”
For a moment, a faint light returned to Jean’s hazy gaze.
Enduring this climaxing torment, refraining from lashing out at Jerome’s constant teasing—it was all because of one certainty. He knew Jerome loved him.
But now, with that certainty shaken, Jean didn’t know what expression to make.
As his vision blurred, his strength left him completely.
‘If you love me, why don’t you tell me?’
A memory flashed through his mind.
It was the day they visited the marketplace together.
While Jean had stepped away briefly, he’d caught sight of Jerome chatting cheerfully with a beautiful, unfamiliar woman.
The radiant smile on Jerome’s face as he accepted a pink letter from her remained seared in his mind.
The painful recollection made Jean sigh deeply before he finally fainted.
‘So, he does have a woman behind my back…’
✽ ✽ ✽
When Jerome first mentioned Chloe during their initial meeting, Jean dismissed it as one of Jerome’s psychological strategies.
Jerome often used such tactics—bringing up random topics to throw people off guard and naturally taking control of the conversation.
But Jerome consistently mentioned Chloe afterward, to the point where he spoke as if she truly existed.
Watching him, Jean couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of unease.
If Jerome simply wanted a normal family, it was only natural for him to be drawn to someone who could fulfill that desire.
The shock Jean felt seeing Jerome conversing warmly with a woman stemmed from this fear.
Especially since Jerome was the head of the Howard family.
Beyond the simple desire for a child, he needed an heir to solve the practical issues of his position.
This was why Jean never confronted Jerome about the possibility of another woman—he was terrified of hearing an unavoidable answer.
‘Alright, this disguise should be enough to stay unnoticed.’
Jean adjusted the hood of his robe and nodded at his reflection.
Outside the window, Jerome was finishing a conversation with the coachman.
Today, Jerome was returning to the capital.
Jean bit his lower lip as he watched him with a determined expression.
If Jerome truly had a hidden woman, he would surely meet her before leaving Sacre.
If Jean lacked the courage to ask, he had no choice but to follow him.
‘I’ll tail him… to see if this is just my imagination.’
Jerome glanced around, seemingly searching for Jean.
When he didn’t see him, Jerome paused briefly before checking his watch and boarding the carriage.
Watching the vehicle pull away, Jean hurried to his room.
Ignoring the startled servants who called after him, he rushed to the stable and shouted at the coachman tending the horses.
“I’m heading out, too!”
“What?”
“I have a meeting in the same direction Jerome is heading. Follow his carriage, quickly, before it’s too late!”
The coachman, bewildered by Jean’s urgent tone, eventually nodded.
Climbing into the carriage with a tense expression, Jean clenched his fists tightly in his lap.
Worst-case scenarios filled his mind.
‘Or… has Jerome truly found someone else?’
