Beast Castle

“Episode 63”

“Would she be any different?”
Even if you cut off her ears, they’d grow back. It felt suffocating.

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Turning left, passing the corner on the right, and going straight ahead, then turning. That was the exit. The exit where you could leave the garden.

It was like the lingering feeling after drinking wine. There was no face to the other person, and Ray was unsettled. Memories long buried suddenly resurfaced, asking if she remembered. And the remnants of those memories were buried throughout the garden.

Ray pretended to take a stroll in the garden, coaxing out faint memories until she finally got a map. A map provided by someone whose memory she couldn’t recall. A thread unraveled to escape the garden.

With just one step, she could leave this place. But was now the right time? The sunset painted the sky red, and her husband, with his fierce demeanor, would be checking his watch. And…

The expression on Clothan’s face in the morning bothered her. A precarious look, almost impossible to read. She didn’t want to worry about him and didn’t want to meet Mrs. Mary as she worried. There was no rush. It could wait until tomorrow.

Feeling like she had been away for a long time, Ray took off her skirt with water and roughly rinsed her feet in the kitchen on the first floor. She had changed into clothes she had prepared in advance, but she hadn’t prepared any spare underwear. Feeling uncomfortable, she was about to take off her sweaty underwear and head to the bath when Clothan appeared on the stairs leading to the second floor.

“Clothan?”

From the moment he opened the door and came in, it seemed like he had been there all along.

“Clothan.”

As if there was an urgent matter, Clothan rushed down the stairs and immediately grabbed her wrist, pulling her along.

Now unused dining table. He laid her down on the table and, without wearing underwear, prodded her underneath. It wasn’t Ray’s fault that she responded to the fingers urgently stirring her insides. She had experienced the near-death pleasure too often, every time. She didn’t want to get used to it, but there was no way around it.

Clothan confirmed her readiness below and without a word, he immediately took out his genitals. Touching the blunt end, he pierced through and entered her in one swift motion.

“Ah!”

“Ah, do you love me?”
“Uh… like that… don’t press… stop, ah!”
She didn’t want to, but her legs kept shaking in the air. Moving the blunt end forward little by little, then withdrawing it back, Clothan gripped his genitals. At first, his timid movements became bolder, and Ray writhed as she relied on his hand holding her waist.

“Move, move, Clothan, ah…!”

It was something that happened frequently after her excessive libido. Clothan usually liked it when she moved on her own, and he often encouraged her like this. But today, he just watched Ray’s arousal with a stern face.

“You’re not going to finish?”

Clothan asked through gritted teeth. There had been times when he was pleased to see Ray satisfying her desires with his genitals. There were even times when he thought it would be nice if she became addicted to their intercourse and couldn’t leave his side. But now he knew that all of that depended on Ray’s love. Without answering about love, he withdrew his stiffened genitals.

“Ah…?”

Ray looked up at Clothan as if questioning him with her lips quivering. He held his genitals while looking straight at Ray.

“Do you want this?”

As she looked at the lewd liquid dripping from it, Ray said indifferently, “You… made me want it.”

As if urging him to put it back in quickly, Ray shifted her gaze downward. After giving her insatiable lust, he was the one with a wounded expression.

“Don’t you want to, Clothan?”