CH 5 BELLA: Heat

After sending away the butler who had come to check on me, using the excuse that I was sick, a few other servants came to ask if I was okay.

“I guess I haven’t lived my life completely in vain.”

I felt tears welling up at the thought of how much my relationship with the servants had improved, but now wasn’t the time for visitors. I could barely handle lying still.

After sending a few more people away, peace finally returned to my room.

“If I just lie still and fall asleep, everything will be fine.”

It would be nice if I could just drift off and wake up in a different body.

With that wishful thinking, I closed my eyes.

I thought the day’s ordeal was over, but…

“Ugh.”

It was only the beginning.

At first, lying down was bearable. As long as I focused on anything but the foreign sensation in my butt, I was fine. I tried counting the patterns on the wallpaper or looking for blemishes on the ceiling.

But as time passed, it became harder to distract myself.

“This is unbearable.”

Even the slightest movement caused the object inside me to shift, making my stomach feel queasy. It was a very peculiar sensation, like my insides were being stirred up.

And strangely… it was leading to a peculiar kind of pleasure .

“What on earth is this?”

The clinking sound was so clear it felt like it was happening right next to me. As I lay there, agonizing over what to do, an unexpected visitor arrived.

“My lady.”

It was Arbella’s husband, Count Conte.

“I heard you were unwell.”

I groaned and looked up at the man standing by my bedside. Seeing Count Conte’s cold face seemed to bring down my fever a bit.

“Fever?”

Wait, why was I hot? I wasn’t sick.

At some point, my body had become unbearably hot. I panted, peeling off my sweat-soaked nightgown. Pulling up the hem of the dress wrapped around my legs and exposing them to the air made me feel a little better.

“What’s happening to my body?”

The breathy sounds coming from my mouth felt completely unfamiliar.

“Do something about this.”

I looked up at him with teary eyes, silently pleading. Count Conte’s body shuddered.

His blue eyes scanned my sweat-slicked legs. He licked his dry lips and spoke in a strangely excited voice.

“You’re not sick; you’re in heat.”

“In heat?!”

I shouted in indignation, having no intention of seducing him. But as I moved, whatever was inside me shifted again, causing a sharp spike of pleasure to shoot up my spine. Whatever was in my anus, it was making my front feel wet, like I had wet myself.

Count Conte looked down at me with a sneer of disdain.

“Do you call this state ‘not in heat’?”

His cold gaze was fixed on the ring peeking out from my backside. Apparently, the ring plugged into my anus was visible through the lifted hem of my dress.

I blushed furiously and quickly closed my legs, causing another wave of discomfort in my abdomen that made me involuntarily moan.

“This, this is… Ah!”

“You filthy woman,” Asil Conte sneered, not even bothering to listen to my feeble attempt at an explanation. Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes.

It’s not like I did this on purpose!

‘All because of that crazy woman, Arbella!’

Because of Arbella, that crazy woman, I found myself in this humiliating situation, caught with something inserted in my rear in front of a man I hardly knew.

“Sniffle…”

Seeing my tears, the usually icy countenance of Asil Conte softened slightly, showing a hint of confusion. He looked at me with searching eyes, and then sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“If your intention was to provoke me, then I must say you’ve succeeded,” he said with a hint of sarcasm.

“Huh? Provoking you?” I blinked, utterly confused. What provocation?

I looked up at him with pure bewilderment, and he loosened his tie with long fingers.

“The sight of you with tears in your eyes and a flushed face is quite… arousing,” he admitted, sounding almost as if he were taunting me.

I hadn’t meant to be arousing! But at this moment, he was my only hope of relief—not just from Arbella’s outrageous prank but also from the uncomfortable heat building within my body.

“Please, do something,” I pleaded, grabbing his hand.

Asil Conte climbed onto the bed, and the bed creaked under his weight. Somehow, that sound felt oddly suggestive.

‘It’s probably just because of the current situation,’ I thought, embarrassed by the compromising position I was in—legs spread, wearing nothing underneath, holding my thighs apart in front of a man who remained impeccably dressed and cool.

My face burned with shame. I tried to look away, to avoid his gaze, but when he touched the ring protruding from my rear, I couldn’t help but turn my head back to him.

“What is this?” he asked, frowning.

“I, I don’t know!”

“…”

He looked at me skeptically, and I quickly added, “I swear! It might sound strange, but I didn’t put it there. I woke up with it and was scared to touch it. It’s been so uncomfortable, and I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Tears welled up again, partly from frustration at Arbella’s prank and partly from the helplessness of the situation. Asil Conte’s voice softened slightly, though he still looked puzzled.

“Arbella,” he said, using the name Arbella preferred. It was the name that reminded me of the person I was inwardly cursing. Reflexively, I snapped, “Don’t call me that.”

“But that’s your name, isn’t it?” he responded, confused. I bit my lip. He was right, of course. It was my name, and denying it would make me seem crazy.

“Just call me Bella! Please!”

I couldn’t stand being associated with that lunatic, even in name. Bella sounded more like an affectionate nickname.

Asil Conte’s eyes narrowed slightly, but before he could ask more questions, I practically shouted, “Just take it out! Please!”

This whole mess was because of the damned thing inside me. I wanted it out as quickly as possible.

“…”

Without further questions, Asil Conte hooked his fingers around the ring at my rear. The slight touch caused a shiver of sensation through my abdomen, making me squirm.

“Ah!”

Why did it have to be pleasurable? It wasn’t an overwhelming pl**s*r* but a persistent, electric buzz that made everything worse. As I twitched involuntarily, Asil Conte hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, reassuringly.

“I’m going to pull it out.”

Fine, just do it.

I tensed up, instinctively clenching. Realizing this could make it worse, I tried to relax.

Then, suddenly, the object was pulled out of me.

“…!”

Contrary to my expectation that he would be gentle, Asil Conte yanked the ring all at once. Before I could even react, something wet and slick was pulled out of me. I stiffened completely, screaming at the sudden sensation.

“Aaaah!”

It felt like a bizarre version of defecation—only ten times more intense. The bumpy object forcefully stretched my anal opening as it came out, and at the same time, all the pent-up pleasure burst forth like a firework.

‘Oh, it feels good!’

I couldn’t believe this kind of dirty pleasure existed! My body trembled, my back arching involuntarily. I felt a wetness between my legs.

It was an orgasm.

“Haa, haa…”

Panting heavily from the overwhelming sensation, I finally looked at Asil Conte. He was holding a strange adult toy that looked like a string of beads. The beads were…

‘Oh my god, ten of them? All of that was inside me?’

Arbella, you absolute madwoman! How did she even fit all of that in me? The sheer insanity of her prank was terrifying.

Asil Conte seemed just as bewildered, looking from the beads to my rear.

“What is this? Is this related to the large bill you submitted recently?” he asked, sounding incredulous.

“Well, uh…”

I didn’t know. I hadn’t bought them. But somehow, I felt like I did.

I lowered my head and muttered in a small voice, “…Yeah, probably.”

“Hah.”

Asil Conte laughed in disbelief, then tossed the sticky beads aside.

“I thought you were submitting fake invoices and embezzling the funds.”

Well, that’s a normal suspicion. Who would think someone would spend that much on adult toys?

‘But Arbella isn’t normal.’

Asil Conte didn’t scold me, but I still felt myself shrinking in on myself. The unfairness of it all hit me hard.

‘Why am I getting scolded for something she did? This is so unfair!’

If this was Arbella’s idea of a prank, then she succeeded brilliantly. I didn’t have time to marvel at her grand scheme because Asil Conte shifted the conversation.

“Given the amount, there must be more of these… things. Where are they?”

“W-Why do you want to know?”

He frowned, his expression stern.

“To return them, of course.”

“…”

I hadn’t thought of that.

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