CH 11 ARBELLA : The real personality

“You are no different from a broodmare. Whether high or low class, your only purpose is to breed.”

Arbella Carmen had everything from birth. As a result, she naturally developed a cheerful and lovely personality. However, the world tends to admire those who seem strong and have a lot, but it dismisses and belittles those who seem weak yet have plenty.

Arbella’s tutor was one of those people. She continually whispered criticisms to young Arbella.

“Stop boasting just because you were lucky enough to be born with everything.”

“Everyone talks behind your back and only pretends to adore you because they fear your father.”

“Disgusting girl.”

When the Duke and Duchess of Carmen finally learned of the tutor’s misconduct, they dismissed her. But the damage was done; young Arbella was already deeply troubled.

She started talking nonsense, seeing things that weren’t there, unable to sleep at night, trembling with fear at any time.

A new personality began to emerge about a year later.

Initially, it was a mess. Arbella’s original personality, deep in her illness, firmly believed she came from another world, a world with a loving family, while this one, where she was hated, was merely a novel.

Could her soft and defensive nature overcome this situation?

The answer was no. Thus, the strongest of the many personalities within Arbella took control.

The first thing she did was take revenge on the tutor. Though the tutor had been rotting in prison for years, it wasn’t enough for Arbella.

“Damn it, so what if I was born with everything? It’s not my fault you’re living in a cesspool. If you have nothing, learn to bow.”

She cut off the tongue of the tutor, who looked utterly shocked.

After taking over the body, she found herself with nothing much to do once the revenge was over. The original personality still showed no signs of emerging, likely still terrified of the world.

“Well, she’ll crawl out when she feels safe enough,” Arbella thought, passing the time quietly.

That is until she overheard the Duke and Duchess talking.

“Our daughter, how long will she continue to have this mental illness?”

“Mental illness? The doctor said it’s Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

“That’s a mental illness! Where has our poor daughter gone? She’s supposed to be the lady of the most noble lineage in this country, but at this rate, all her prospects for marriage will be ruined.”

“She’s receiving proper treatment. That other personality will disappear soon. Don’t worry.”

Arbella was still their daughter, just with split personalities. But the couple treated her like a disease to be eradicated.

“Whose efforts do you think are keeping her alive right now!”

Blinded by rage, Arbella confronted the couple. They smiled warmly, as if they had never treated her like a patient.

“Our beloved daughter, what’s the matter?”

“Love?” she scoffed.

The Duchess, with a practiced face, gave a textbook response.

“Of course. We will always love you.”

Love her? Without knowing the pain she was enduring?

“Ridiculous.”

Their conversation had already revealed their true concern: marriage prospects.

The tutor’s words weren’t entirely wrong. Her purpose was to bear children of noble lineage.

“Screw that.”

From that day, Arbella’s life of debauchery began.

* * *

Sex was enjoyable. It kept her mind blank.

“Arbella, do you like it?”

If only he didn’t ask such idiotic questions.

But she liked his hard member enough not to respond.

The bells tied to her nipples jingled as her body shook. The tight string around her nipples sent a tingling pleasure through her.

The man, holding her from behind, thrust his member into her. Occasionally, his rough fingers twisted her nipples. Arbella let out sweet moans.

“Ah, it feels good.”

As the man, ramming his member hard enough to redden her buttocks, held her tightly and stiffened, warm semen dripped out. Arbella’s face hardened.

She hadn’t climaxed yet.

“That was the best,” the man grinned, oblivious to her dissatisfaction. Pushing away his arms, Arbella stood up.

“Arbella?”

Naked, she flung open the door. The servant outside was startled, his face turning red. She beckoned him.

“You, come in.”

“What? What?”

“Arbella!”

The man protested angrily. Arbella smiled as she stroked his face.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun with three?”

Jealous at first, the man quickly caved to her suggestion.

Though he refused to have sex with the servant, the servant caressed Arbella’s body.

As she rode the man, her breasts bounced. The servant licked her nipples, already tightly bound with string. Sucking roughly, the sensation intensified.

“Haha! Your hole is tighter than before!”

Everything about him was fine, except his incessant talking. Arbella frowned and shoved her panties into his mouth. This seemed to excite him more, and his thrusts grew stronger. The man soon ejaculated again.

Exhausted, he fell asleep after his second climax . Arbella, who had left the house claiming to visit a friend, started having sex with the servant in the garden.

She only lifted her dress, but the already aroused servant eagerly took her.

“Ah, it feels so good! So good!”

Inexperienced, his clumsy thrusts stimulated different parts than usual, adding to the fun.

“More, more!”

Dealing with the begging servant, Arbella licked her lips.

The servant wasn’t bad. Maybe she should fill the mansion with them?

* * *

Due to her intense nocturnal activities, her father decided to marry her off to an appropriate suitor before her debauchery became too widely known.

It was Arbella who pointed out Count Asil Conte as the match.

“That bastard. How dare he spout such nonsense without knowing what I’m going through?”

“What does it matter if I live promiscuously? Does he wants me to take relationships seriously? What if the real Arbella awakens?”

She stiffened at the thought.

The real personality.

The fragile Arbella, pushed deep into her mind due to the new dominant personality.

If she returned, what would happen to the current Arbella?

“Damn it!”

She threw something in frustration.

She didn’t realize it herself, but her fixation on sex was rooted in a fundamental fear: the anxiety that everything she had was an illusion, meaningless.

But trembling in fear didn’t suit Arbella. Her eyes gleamed wickedly.

“Who says I’ll step aside? This is mine now. I’ve lived this long, so I’m the real Arbella.”

With that conviction, even after becoming Countess Conte, Arbella continued to enjoy her life with her collection of lovers in a separate residence.

However, soon a warning bell tolled in her life.

* * *

[Lady Arbella of the Night. How about you start handling some of the Countess’s duties? It’s too much for me alone.]

The letter was too pathetic to signal the end of her life.

“Lady Arbella of the Night? Ridiculous.”

It was clear that the other Arbella still lived in a world of flowers. Otherwise, she wouldn’t call herself that.

“Dumping all the complex memories on me and living happily? Is that it?”

There was only one reply Arbella would send.

[If you don’t want to do it either, quit. Life’s too short to do anything but what I want.]

* * *

When Bella kicked out the male lovers, Arbella was furious.

“Is this wretched woman challenging me?”

She had gone through so much trouble to select men who were obedient, not greedy, and had good stamina. Many men, simply because of their role in the act, mistakenly believed they were in control over Arbella, unaware of their place. Choosing the right men from this pool was no small task.

And Bella had driven them all out in an instant.

“You think you can just do that?”

Arbella harassed Bella in every conceivable way. When she found a tear-stained letter on the desk, she shivered with triumphant joy.

But the satisfaction didn’t last. Arbella noticed that the time she spent awake was getting shorter and shorter.

“Bella feels safe now, so she’s starting to come out more. If she realizes she has support, she’ll come out completely.”

That would be the end for her.

Bella had hidden away, thinking everyone hated her, but now that she felt wanted, she was emerging again. And that someone who wanted her was most likely—

“Asil Conte, that detestable bastard.”

Stuck in the separate residence, the only man Bella could meet was him, so it was almost certain.

“Do you think I’ll let you be happy together?”

What could she do to make Asil Conte utterly disgusted?

“Ah, anal beads.”

…And that’s why Bella woke up with ten beads in her butt.

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