The Lady’s Survival Method Chapter 1 - Rachel

 

 

“Shall we depart, sir?” the coachman inquired. Ethan quietly raised a hand, signaling him to wait. In his mind, he began a silent countdown from one hundred.

 

3… 2… 1…

 

“Ethan Mylan!!!”

 

Right on cue, a furious voice rang out from the second floor. The shout was so loud it startled the horses, forcing the coachman to calm them down. Moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the house, and a woman burst out the door. Her tousled blonde hair was even more disheveled from rushing down.

 

“You are being impolite by addressing me so informally. I must discuss your manners with Viscount Avelan.”

 

“What did you just say?!”

 

Rachel’s face turned red with anger at his words. Her violet eyes blazed as if she could consume him whole. But what could she do? Smirking, Ethan uttered something that was sure to fluster her.

 

“Then I’ll take my leave. Until next time.”

 

The door of the luxurious carriage closed with a soft click. He knocked twice on the carriage wall, and the coachman snapped the reins. The carriage began to roll forward. And just as he expected…

 

“Your Excellency! Please take me with you!!!”

 

The very words he had been waiting for rang out behind him. He knocked once more, and the carriage slowed to a halt a few paces later. Lowering the window slightly, Ethan glanced out.

 

Rachel, now nearly in tears, had run up to the carriage.

 

“And why should I do that?” he asked coolly.

 

At Ethan’s shameless response, Rachel’s eyes widened in disbelief. Despite her furious expression, he found her quite cute even then. Her flustered movements and trembling eyes were perfect for his amusement.

 

“You’re the one who brought me here, Your Excellency!”

 

“So?”

 

“What do you mean, ‘so’? You kidnapped me, and now you’re just going to leave me here? Have you completely lost it?!”

 

“I only allow quiet ladies in my carriage. You, however, are a bit too loud, wouldn’t you agree?”

 

“…”

 

“Alright. I can’t leave a lady stranded, can I?”

 

At those words, Rachel’s face brightened immediately. Foolish girl. Ethan chuckled quietly, taking a moment to appreciate her lovely features.

 

“But,” he added, “I’ll have to charge you for the ride. As you know, the carriage is a bit cramped.”

 

Cramped? The carriage Ethan had arrived in could easily seat six adults in comfort. Rachel, quick-witted as always, narrowed her eyes at him with suspicion before shifting into a sweet, innocent expression.

 

“I… I don’t have any money on me right now. I’ll pay you as soon as I get home.”

 

“No, I believe you are more than capable of covering the fare.”

 

“…”

 

“I think you already know what kind of payment I’m talking about. If you agree, then get in. If not, I’ll be on my way. I’m expected at the palace early tomorrow for an audience with His Majesty.”

 

Rachel fell silent. Her face paled, and a faint tremble passed through her body. Watching her carefully, Ethan leaned closer, voice low.

 

“So? Are you getting in?”

 

* * *

 

“Mmh… ngh—ah… ahh…”

 

Struggling to steady her breath, Rachel exhaled deeply. Clinging to Ethan’s shoulders, she tried to suppress the soft, involuntary sounds that escaped her lips.

 

Creak—

 

“Haah!”

 

The carriage jolted abruptly, almost in a taunting manner towards Rachel. As his member buried itself even deeper inside her, a moan involuntarily slipped from her lips. In that instant, Ethan, who had been intimately close to Rachel, let out a soft chuckle and gently freed her slender arms.

 

“You’re this sensitive… How do you manage in your day-to-day life?”

 

“S-Sensitive? N-No, that’s not it… Ah!”

 

“What do you mean, ‘no’?”

 

When Rachel denied it, Ethan laughed, his large hands immediately tracing over her breasts. He played with the fabric, pinching and twisting the peaks. Her nipples, stimulated by his rough touch, revealed their presence beneath the cloth.

 

“Th-There… it’s… it tickles… ngh…”

 

A tingling sensation spread across her chest, leaving Rachel breathless as she cast a silent, pleading glance at Ethan. The stimulation was subtle yet deeply unsettling. But Ethan ignored the look in her eyes. With a calm, unhurried demeanor, he continued to gently knead her breast, his touch firm yet measured. Watching the soft flesh shift beneath his hand, a faint trace of amusement played across his face.

 

“Y-Your Excellency, p-please… have some restraint…”

 

His fingers deliberately avoided the most sensitive spot, leaving Rachel quietly frustrated. She opened her mouth to protest, but Ethan’s expression remained unchanged—calm, almost amused. Tightening his grip ever so slightly, he continued to toy with her through the fabric, his nails brushing teasingly over her nipples as he spoke in a low, playful tone.

 

“You should express yourself clearly so I can understand.”

 

“Nnh… mm… there. Right there… ahh!”

 

“Where? Here?”

 

“Yes… ah!”

 

Rachel nodded eagerly as Ethan gave a firm tug on her nipple, drawing a sweet moan from her lips. Only then did he begin to unbutton the front of her dress. As the cute ribbon on her chest fluttered to the floor, the chilly air caressed her exposed skin. The contrast in temperature sent a shiver through her body.

 

Creak—

 

“Hnng!”

 

The carriage jolted once more. Following the heightened sensation in her chest, the penetrating fullness made Rachel bite her lip hard and tense her thighs. Filling her lower abdomen, it swelled inside her, threatening to steal her breath.

 

“To think a noble lady could be this lewd… I didn’t expect that.”

 

Unlike Rachel, who felt like she was losing her mind, Ethan’s voice remained utterly calm—devoid of even the slightest tremble. Rachel glanced up at him, catching the mischievous glint in his handsome eyes. She felt both annoyed and unfairly treated, convinced she couldn’t be the only one losing control.. Glaring at the corner of Ethan’s mouth, Rachel resolved to fully retaliate.

 

“Hah… And what about you, Your Excellency? Tormenting a woman like this—do you honestly think that’s how a true gentleman behaves? You’re no gentleman. You’re so crude, no one would ever believe you’re the esteemed Marquis of Mylan!”

 

Ethan’s expression hardened at Rachel’s biting criticism, but she refused to yield, meeting his gaze with a fierce stare. She understood that, in this compromising position, she had nothing to fear from his eyes.

 

“That mouth is useless except when it’s sucking my dick.”

 

As expected, Ethan neither grew angry nor pushed her away. Instead, he touched Rachel’s small mouth and whispered softly. It was a jibe on his part, but his words sent a sudden chill through Rachel’s body.

 

‘So, he bound me and coerced me?’

 

Rachel’s mood plummeted, replaying the earlier events in her mind. The thought of that unpleasant thing—now pressing against her lower body—made the desire that had been simmering inside her vanish in an instant, replaced by a chilling discomfort.

 

‘No way. I’m not doing this!’

 

Impatient and fed up, Rachel began to lift her now-cold body with a defiant shrug, as if to say she didn’t care anymore. The lingering sensations tempted her slightly, but they weren’t nearly enough to overcome her unease.

 

“And where do you think you’re going?” Ethan’s voice cut in, cool and firm. “You still haven’t paid the full price.”

 

“What are you—ahh!”

 

Ethan wasn’t about to just stand by and let her go. The moment Rachel tried to rise, he raised his arm and forcefully pressed her back down. A moan escaped her lips as the sudden pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through her, rubbing against her already sensitive spot. She shot him a glare, breath catching in her throat.

 

‘Ah… damn it.’

 

However, it was Ethan who wore a more menacing expression than Rachel expected. Foolish Rachel! Only then did she realize she had overstimulated him and screamed inwardly. She had thought he wasn’t aroused because, unlike her disheveled state, he looked perfectly composed. But that had been a grave mistake. Ethan seized Rachel tightly, akin to a predator capturing its prey after a long hunt.

 

“How dare you,” he growled.

 

Terrified, Rachel twisted her waist, attempting to escape Ethan, but her struggles only excited him further. He gripped her slender waist tightly and brought his teeth to her neck.

 

“Ahk!”

 

“Trying to run again? Hm? Why is it that you always try to run from me, Rachel?”

 

‘This bastard—what the hell is wrong with him? The moment something doesn’t go his way, he turns savage! What is he, a damn vampire?!’

 

A sharp pang shot through her neck, causing Rachel to wince as a burning sensation confirmed the presence of a mark. This year’s trend was all about showing off a graceful, long neck—and now she couldn’t even do that. As the frustration mounted, she glared at him, ready to lash out—but the cold sneer on his lips stopped her in her tracks.

 

There was something in Ethan’s expression—a subtle, threatening edge that made her blood run cold. Rachel swallowed hard and stumbled over her words.

 

“N-no… I wouldn’t dare try to run. I mean, how could I? I wouldn’t even make it home without the carriage…”

 

“Such a pity. I was just wondering if I should toss you out the next time you tried.”

 

Upon Ethan’s words, Rachel shifted her gaze towards the window, the outside world blurring past in a rush that left no room for thoughts of escape. The vibrant flush in her cheeks dissipated, leaving her complexion pallid.

 

“…Please, Your Excellency. Have mercy.”

 

Rachel adopted a coy demeanor in front of Ethan, a facade she maintained for survival’s sake

It was humiliating to beg, but what choice did she have? She had to stay alive. Only then could she exact her revenge. Nothing mattered more than survival.

 

‘What choice do I have? If I want to live, I have to do whatever it takes… He has power, and I have nothing. If only Father were more than a mere Viscount… If only he had the title of Marquis—I could’ve crushed this arrogant bastard where he stands!’

 

“You always say the same thing. And yet, you never change. A little slow, aren’t you? Then again, you were never any good at your studies.”

 

“Y-yes… It’s true. I’m just foolish… Please forgive me. Hah…”

 

‘Just shut up, you pompous bastard.’ Rachel bit back the insult, clinging to him despite the bitterness burning in her chest.

 

 A dull, familiar sensation began to rise through her body again. Her mood was low, but her body, which accepted his member so smoothly, was already writhing in pleasure as if it had never cooled in the first place. Gasping for breath, Rachel curled her fingers, tightening her grip.

 

“Begging for forgiveness now, are you…?”

 

At Rachel’s tearful plea, Ethan raised an eyebrow, as if in mock consideration. Yet, his hands continued to guide her waist in a slow, deliberate motion up and down. The subtle stimulation made Rachel’s toes curl involuntarily.

 

“Hmm… Yeah… Your Excellency… Uh-huh.”

 

Having tasted the tantalizing pleasure once, Rachel craved something stronger. She tried to lift her hips to move on her own. However, the moment she moved, Ethan held Rachel’s waist with firm strength.

 

Suspended, unable to move and desperate for more, Rachel’s face twisted with frustration. The lack of release was maddening—her body pleaded silently, Just a little more… keep going…

 

“You need to be punished, don’t you?”

 

“H-huh? P-punishment…?”

 

‘What else is he going to do?!’ Rachel screamed internally. Ethan grinned, then held Rachel’s body and slowly began to withdraw. The long, large piece of flesh slowly scraped against her bumpy inner walls as it opened the entrance.

 

“Ah… mm… Y-Your Excellency!”

 

As what had filled her slowly disappeared, Rachel’s voice trembled. The ambiguous state of neither being fully in nor fully out was pure torment. Ethan nuzzled against her chest, observing her with a playful expression, and prompted her in a mischievous tone.

 

“Ask for it. Say the words.”

 

Rachel attempted to shake her head, to reject the brazen request. Despite her desperation, she couldn’t muster the courage to voice such a demand first.

 

“Ahh!”

 

However, before she could turn her head, a moan involuntarily escaped her lips. Something long stabbed her inner walls and pulled out in an instant. At the same time, Ethan’s long fingers brushed gently along her most sensitive spot, intensifying the already lingering ache.

 

“Nngh… N-Not there!”

 

A phrase reminiscent of romantic novels slipped from Rachel’s lips. Ethan toyed with Rachel, altering the intensity of his actions. Amidst the continuous stimulation and fleeting ecstasy, Rachel eventually relented.

 

“Hmm… P-put it… Ugh! …in, please.”

 

“I can’t hear you.”

 

“Please, p-put it in!”

 

Before the last word had even left her lips, Ethan drew her into a fervent kiss. His warm lips melded with hers, a wet sensation tracing over her teeth. As his tongue ventured forth, Rachel instinctively encircled her arms around his neck once more.

 

Her supple breasts pressed against the man’s solid chest as an object thrust deeply into the center of Rachel’s body. It was a rough insertion, but Rachel’s body welcomed the man’s penis. The engulfing pleasure she yearned for engulfed her.

 

“Haa… Right there… ngh…”

 

“Right where, Rachel?” Ethan’s voice was a low, teasing growl, still perfectly composed despite his own labored breathing. “You’ll have to tell me, or how else can I give you what you want?”

 

“Just penetrate… Your Excellency. Hnng… Gently… No! If you’re gentle… Yes… You’d be a gentleman!”

 

“A gentleman, you say… Forget that… Ugh! Where exactly should I penetrate? Hah. Rachel.”

 

“Haa… mm. Just, p-please… ah!”

 

“Please?”

 

“Shut up!!!”

 

Rachel shouted at Ethan, who was asking while maintaining eye contact, and pounced on him. 

She hated the way he made her say things, hated how he dragged things out. Rachel, who saw herself as beautiful, wanted to be treated like a lady—even in moments like this. She desperately wished he would just shut up and thrust. She wished he wouldn’t just talk but would poke her properly.

 

As Rachel lunged, their lips clashed once more. The man’s saliva passed to her through their tangled tongues.

 

“Ugh…?”

 

Caught off guard by Rachel’s sudden advance, Ethan’s head jerked back. Despite his retreat, Rachel instinctively pursued him and sank her teeth into his lips, a metallic tang filling her mouth.

 

“Wha—hey! What the hell was that?!”

 

“Shut up.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Ethan, initially taken aback by Rachel’s actions, quickly adapted and engaged in a passionate kiss. The two entwined in a frenzy of licking and biting, consumed by their intense desire for each other.

 

A strong hand caught Rachel by the nape and pulled her in closer. But she wasn’t to be outdone. Her arms wrapped tightly around Ethan’s neck, delicate but unyielding. Their hunger for each other matched the fiery connection of their intertwined tongues.

 

Rattling— Rattling—

 

The carriage jolted more vigorously than before, as if traversing a rugged path. In tandem, the heat within the carriage surged. A sound, whether from the uneven road or their own actions, reverberated through the carriage.

 

“Haa… u-ugh… ngh!”

 

The two were like beasts. Yet, greedy Rachel still felt unsatisfied. Though her swollen, reddened vagina throbbed with pain from the rough lovemaking, her violet eyes shimmered wickedly, craving even greater stimulation.

 

Without warning, she pushed Ethan onto his side. Her hands, soft yet commanding, guided him down, and he followed her lead without protest.

 

“Nngh… mmh… ah… aaah.”

 

Ethan’s solid body writhed beneath Rachel’s pale form. With him laid down, Rachel moved atop him freely, fulfilling her desires. Overwhelmed by near-maddening pleasure, her head instinctively arched back. As the flesh above her tightly curved waist swayed gracefully, Ethan gripped it, squeezed, and thrust his hips in unison.

 

“Hng…! Y-you’re too big… Ah, Aaah!”

 

Rachel cried out as the unyielding member pushed relentlessly upwards. The sensation of being filled, akin to a nail driven deep, was painful and weighty. Yet she refused to halt, twisting her waist and maintaining a ceaseless undulation of her hips. With each entry of the man’s shaft, her slender waist quivered.

 

“Ah… Ugh, ahh.”

 

Time passed. Eventually, a thoroughly satiated Rachel felt a tight contraction seize her lower abdomen. The mass of flesh inside her responded, spewing something hot deep within her.

 

“Ugh…”

 

A short groan came from beneath her. Simultaneously, Rachel collapsed onto Ethan’s broad, firm chest. A trickle of white fluid seeped slowly from between her pale legs.

 

The carriage continued its rattling journey. Each sway of the carriage caused the fully inserted member to subtly prick her, eliciting twitches from Rachel’s exhausted body.

 

Silence continued. Only their ragged breaths in the quiet revealed that two people occupied the carriage.

 

Once his body had cooled, Ethan lifted Rachel and began to suckle on her neck. Exhausted, Rachel found his actions peculiar but remained passive. The feeling of a wet tongue tickling her nape was quite pleasant. Drowsiness enveloped her along with a feeling of lassitude.

 

“We fit well.”

 

As Rachel drifted in a drowsy haze, Ethan’s words reached her ears. It was a short remark, but its meaning was clear. Though she offered no confirmation, she couldn’t entirely dismiss them either.

 

‘Bastard…’

 

Ultimately, Rachel shut her eyes, cursing Ethan silently with the word that seemed most fitting.