The Reason Why the Forsaken Fake Returned Chapter 88

“Wait a moment.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I have a question. Yesterday, you said Cecil is strong. To me, she seems like a typical girl her age. In what way is she strong? Has she learned self-defense?”

 

“Ah, well… She cries over the smallest injuries, but in situations where she shouldn’t cry, she never does. Instead of sitting and lamenting, she immediately finds what needs to be done. I meant her mental strength.”

 

“I see.”

 

Each word Nox spoke struck Shailoh’s mind like the tolling of a great bell.

 

“Milady!”

 

“Then.”

 

At the call, Shailoh nodded and turned back. Unlike when she arrived, her steps were lighter.

 

* * *

For the next four days, Shailoh did not accompany Caleb to any events. With no contact, she decided to enjoy the peace for as long as it lasted.

 

“His Highness must be very busy.”

 

“He must have a lot on his plate.”

 

Before, Shailoh would have been curious and tried to find out why he was so busy, but not anymore. Who was she to dare pry into his circumstances? She was nothing more than one of the chess pieces in his hand. Closing the novel she had been reading, Shailoh leaned deeply into the armchair and shut her eyes.

 

Doris, who had been knitting beside Shailoh, asked worriedly. “Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to sleep inside if you’re going to nap?”

 

“I’m not ready to get into bed yet. Just… planning to nap for a moment.”

 

Her body felt heavy, and her eyelids slowly drooped. Sleep overcame her. When she woke up, the sun had already set. She had fallen asleep in the armchair, but when she opened her eyes, Shailoh found herself lying in bed. Puzzled, she looked around and heard the sound of pages turning at the foot of the bed.

 

Someone was reading the book she had been reading, sitting by the fireplace barred with iron grates. There was only one man who could touch her belongings while she slept at this hour.

 

“You’re here.” Shailoh bit her lip and leaned against the headboard.

 

Caleb, who had put the book down, approached her.

 

“I’m surprised you read such cliché novels.”

 

“I was just bored. It makes time pass quickly.”

 

“You seem to have been doing well.”

 

“Yes, more or less.”

 

Shailoh had slept as much as she wanted, read books she had long meant to read, visited Olivier’s grave, and gone once more to Nox siblings’ home. Her days had been leisurely yet busy.

 

“Sasha.” The mattress dipped slightly. Caleb, sitting beside her, reached out and tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear.

 

Shailoh clenched the blanket tightly. Whenever he acted kindly, as if their relationship hadn’t soured, as if nothing had happened, a fire roared up from deep within her, threatening to choke her. If he was going to be cruel, if he was going to use her, it would be better if he were consistently cruel. What difference was there between this and training a dog, binding it tightly to a leash one day, then throwing the gate wide open the next to test it? Either release her completely, or lock the gate and erase hope altogether.

 

“Is there something to say?”

 

As she silently swallowed her anger, Shailoh was suddenly interrupted by his words and looked up. “Yes?”

 

“Aren’t you curious about how I’ve been, or why I haven’t contacted you?”

 

Instead of answering, Shailoh subtly avoided his touch. In truth, she was curious. Yet, at the same time, she wasn’t. She wanted to know, but she didn’t want to know. “Well, am I even in a position to be curious about that?”

 

“Why do you belittle yourself?”

 

“It’s not belittling. It’s the truth. Your Highness treated me like a cherished pet, but on the day you dragged me to the brothel, you treated me like your whore. Or was I your tool?”

 

“That’s enough.” His voice became low and rough, as if it were scraping the ground.

 

Unperturbed, Shailoh continued. “Isn’t it strange? It’s okay for Your Highness to insult me and wield me around carelessly, but it’s not okay for me to do the same to myself.”

 

“A tool?” Caleb narrowed his eyes and twisted his lips. If she were merely a tool, he wouldn’t be so swayed. He wouldn’t be unsettled or consider derailing his plans. He would just use her and discard her.

 

Over the past four days, even as Caleb delved into what could be the perfect key to dethrone Queen Ingrid, he found himself thinking of her whenever he paused to catch his breath. Wondering what she was doing and whether she was truly resting well. Even in the midst of a whirlwind of work, he hesitated more than once, wondering if he should go see her face.

 

“…Who’s really the one being swayed here?” It was a barely audible murmur.

 

Before Shailoh could make sense of it, Caleb grabbed her arm and pushed her down.

 

“W-What are you doing?”

 

“You said I use you like a tool.”

 

He climbed on top of her as she tried to get up, unfastened his tie, and bound her wrists together. Overwhelmed, Shailoh couldn’t move an inch as he pulled a cushion over and slid it under her lower belly. He lifted her thin nightgown and pulled down her underwear. Spreading her folds, he found her clit and rolled it between his fingers.

 

Shalioh’s body, now used to his touch, quickly grew wet and ready to welcome him. Unlike the times he took his time pleasuring her, this time he only waited until she was wet enough for penetration before slipping his middle finger inside.

 

“Aah…!”

 

Her inner walls clung to his finger, sucking it in as she squirmed. The wet, squelching sounds and her muffled moans blended together in a lewd harmony. Like a male marking his mate, Caleb bared his teeth at her nape and left a clear bite mark.

 

“Ah, uh!”

 

“Pinning you down and thrusting like this, that’s what using someone as a tool means. You should know the meaning of your words before using them, Miss Shailoh.” Caleb licked the vivid bite mark and whispered mockingly.

 

Even as she panted, Shailoh drew in a shaky, damp breath. It had been a long time since he called her by that name. He always called her Sasha, yet now he addressed her like a distant woman. An inexplicable sensation tightened deep within her belly.

 

“Ha… It seems like calling you Miss Shailoh excites you more. Does it turn you on, feeling like you’re with a stranger?”

 

“N-No… Ah, hhh!”

 

“Don’t lie, Miss Shailoh. From now on, I’ll call you Miss Shailoh during our sex.”

 

Each time his middle finger moved in and out beneath her ample buttocks, her fair thighs trembled. Changing angles, he pressed against her inner walls until, the moment he struck a certain spot, Shailoh shook violently like a fish caught on a hook.

 

“Ah, aah!”

 

Caleb twisted his lips, kneading her buttocks with one hand while focusing on the spot he had just stimulated. “Doing this makes me feel like I’m the one being used like a tool. Aren’t you the one using me to pleasure yourself, Miss Shailoh?”

 

Even as she gasped and shivered with pleasure, Shailoh shook her head repeatedly at his cruel whisper. As his hand crossed her inner walls and relentlessly teased her sensitive spot, the overwhelming pleasure spread like poison, and tears finally spilled from her eyes. “No, Ah… Ah, ooh…!”

 

Even as his middle finger thrust in and out of her, her now-hypersensitive clit was endlessly rubbed and teased. No matter how hard she tried to hold back, moans spilled from her lips in thick, uncontrollable waves. She twisted her head from side to side, desperate to escape the pleasure, but with his solid body covering her, she couldn’t move a single finger.

 

“Aaah, nnngh…!”

 

Shailoh’s cries came one after another as her body grew increasingly tense, then slowly went limp. Hearing the sound of a belt being undone, she closed her eyes and gave up resisting.

 

* * *

Even as she writhed and sobbed through the overwhelming pleasure, by the time she reached her third climax, her body finally went slack, consciousness slipping away. Caleb gently lifted her limp, unconscious body, still facedown, and settled her into the bathtub. The moment her soft buttocks touched him, his cock, already painfully hard, throbbed with need. He forced himself to hold back, wetting a sponge and carefully washing Shailoh’s slender arms.

 

“Nngh…”

 

Afraid she might wake, he meticulously washed her from head to toe, making sure to clean every inch of her. When he was done, he laid her on the couch instead of the now-soiled bed. Out of habit, he twirled a lock of her long hair around his finger. Just then, someone knocked at the door.

 

“What is it?”

 

“Your Highness, t-the sheets…”

 

When he opened the door, Doris, her face bright red, squeezed her eyes shut at the sight of his bare body beneath the white robe and hurriedly thrust what she was holding toward him.

 

“I brought the sheets.”

 

“Come in and change them.” Instead of taking the sheets from her, Caleb stepped aside to let her in.

 

Doris hesitated for only a moment before taking a deep breath. As she quickly changed the sheets, Caleb sat back down on the couch and gently stroked Shailoh’s long hair.