Anastasia had barely finished eating and having her bandages changed when the unbearable curiosity clawed at her again. The physical pain in her body was nothing compared to the gnawing, suffocating need to know what was happening across world. The moment the maid shut the door behind her, Anastasia pulled the silver mantle over her shoulders with shaking hands and activated it.
The connection snapped into place, and Yae's voice came through immediately, thick, raspy, and heavy with arousal.
"Oh, Lady Anastasia... you're finally back," Yae whispered, letting out a low, shuddering breath that vibrated through the magic of the mantle. "You missed so much. Honestly, I didn't think you'd take this long to eat. It's a shame, really—you missed the part where he completely brought her to her knees. It's getting so much more intense now. I'm... I'm fingering myself while watching. It's just too hot. I can't look away from them."
Anastasia's brow furrowed, a sharp spike of irritation breaking through her anxiety. Through the shared sensory link, she didn't just see the room; she could feel the rhythmic, wet movements of Yae's own hand working furiously between her legs.
"Yae! What do you think you're doing?!" Anastasia snapped, her voice a fragile, sharp thread. "You are supposed to be at work! You are spying for me, not indulging your own disgusting fantasies! Stop pleasing yourself right now and concentrate on watching them!"
A soft, breathless giggle came from the other side. Yae sounded totally unbothered by Anastasia's irritation, her voice dripping with lazy indifference to her mistress's anger. "Oh, relax, my lady. My eyes are wide open, and I'm recording every single bit of this for you. Besides, can you really blame me? Just look at him."
Through Yae's eyes, Anastasia's mind was suddenly flooded with the raw, savage scene unfolding on the floor of the old mansion room.
Julius had Rem completely broken. He was on his knees behind her, fucking her ass with brutal, animalistic force. His powerful, sweat-drenched body glistened in the moonlight—every muscle in his broad shoulders, ripped back, and thick arms bulging as he slammed into her. His strong hands gripped Rem's hips with bruising force, fingers digging deep into her soft flesh, yanking her back onto his thick cock with savage strength on every thrust. His abs flexed hard, his powerful thighs driving him forward like a machine, pounding her tight asshole without mercy.
"Mmm, look at those shoulders," Yae groaned into the mantle, completely ignoring the order to stop. "He looks like a god out of some ancient, primal myth. He's so incredibly hot, Lady Anastasia... those muscles, the way he just commands her body... it's enough to make any woman soak through her clothes. Don't tell me you aren't feeling it too?"
In her own bed, Anastasia clutched the silver mantle so tightly her knuckles turned white, a furious, choked sob catching in her throat. Mega-jealousy, hot and venomous, flared up instantly, burning through her veins and twisting her stomach into tight knots. Look at him, she thought, the toxic envy tearing through her chest like a physical blade. He looks magnificent. Beautiful. A god of pure masculinity. And he is MY husband! He never looked at me like that! He never lost control like that for me! I am his wife, I gave him my trust, my ambition... and he throws all that dignity away to act like a wild, perfect beast for another man's wife?! She gets to have the monster inside him!
"Shut up, Yae! Just shut up!" Anastasia hissed, her eyes wide and bloodshot, her teeth clicking together in sheer envy. Yet, she didn't cut the connection. She couldn't look away from how stunning her husband looked in the throes of absolute dominance. Instead, her own bandaged hand slipped beneath her covers, her fingers frantically finding her own slick, swollen center. She began to rub herself with a vicious, frantic speed, driven by a toxic mix of humiliation, heartbreak, and overwhelming, maddening arousal. "Just keep your eyes on them! Don't you dare miss a single second!"
Sweat poured off Julius in heavy rivulets—dripping from his forehead, running down the deep valleys of his muscular chest and abs, and sliding along his veined arms as he dominated her completely. The air was thick with the wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping violently against skin.
Rem had lost every last shred of dignity. Her single oni horn glowed brightly with a fierce blue light, pulsing in time with her pleasure. She was making constant, loud, broken, animalistic noises—no longer able to form real words, only desperate, shameless cries pouring out of her.
"Ahh—! Ahh—! Haaah—! Nngh—! Ah—! Ah—! Haa—! Julius—! Ahhhhh—!"
Her voice cracked higher and higher, turning into raw, throaty screams every time Julius brutally slammed his cock balls-deep into her stretched asshole. Julius was breathing like a beast, low, guttural grunts escaping him with every savage thrust.
"Grhh—! Hah—! Fuck—! So fucking tight—! Take it—! Haa—!"
He sounded completely feral now—no trace of the honorable, elegant knight remained. Only primal, possessive hunger. They were both acting like animals in heat. No coherent words passed between them anymore—only wet, violent slapping sounds, heavy animalistic breathing, desperate moans, and raw grunts.
Rem's cries grew even louder and more broken as Julius fucked her harder, his strong hands yanking her hips back while his muscular body slammed into her without pause.
"Ahhhhh—! Ah—! Ah—! Deeper—! Haaah—! I can't—! Ah—! Ah—! Julius—! Nngh—! Ahhhhh—!"
Her horn shone brighter, her body convulsing violently as another shattering orgasm tore through her. Julius growled like a wild animal, sweat flying from his body as he pounded her ass even harder, determined to ruin her completely.
"Grhh—! Haa—! Take my cock—! Hah—! I'm going to fill you again—!"
Rem screamed, her voice hoarse and broken, completely lost in overwhelming pleasure:
"Ahhhhh—! Ah—! Ah—! I'm cumming—! Haaah—! Julius—! Ah—! Ah—! Don't stop—! Ahhhhh—!"
The scene on the floor remained entirely feral. Julius had her on all fours on the hard wooden floor, her knees and elbows scraping against the old planks as he pounded into her ass without mercy. The wet, violent slapping of skin against skin echoed loudly through the room—PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP—each brutal thrust driving his cock balls-deep into her stretched, tight asshole.
Rem was completely broken. Her long blue hair was a wild mess, sticking to her sweat-slicked skin. Her full breasts swung heavily beneath her, slapping against her ribcage with every violent thrust. Her face was pressed against the floor, mouth open, drooling slightly as she screamed in overwhelming pleasure and pain.
"AH—! AH—! HAAAH—! NNGH—! AH—! AH—! JULIUS—! HAAAH—! TOO DEEP—! AH—! AH—! I'M—! AH—! AH—! CUMMING—! HAAAH—!"
Julius growled, his breathing heavy and ragged:
"GRHH—! HAH—! TAKE IT—! HAA—! SO FUCKING TIGHT—! GRHH—! I'M GOING TO RUIN YOU—! HAH—!"
He slammed into her even harder, his powerful thighs driving his cock with brutal force, making Rem's entire body jolt forward with every thrust. Her ass rippled from the impact, her stretched hole gripping him desperately as thick drops of his cum from earlier leaked out around his shaft with every savage plunge.
Rem's screams grew louder, more broken, completely lost in ecstasy. And then, the words that shattered whatever sanity Anastasia had left broke from Rem's lips:
"AH—! AH—! HAAAH—! JULIUS—! AH—! AH—! DON'T STOP—! HAAAH—! I'M CUMMING AGAIN—! AH—! AH—! SUBARU—! I'M SORRY—! AH—! AH—! BUT JULIUS FEELS SO GOOD—! HAAAH—!"
Anastasia froze, her fingers pausing violently against herself. A manic, dark rage flared up inside her heartbreak, blending with her jealousy. Subaru... she's thinking of her husband while my Julius destroys her, but she's enjoying it! She loves it! She's begging for more!
"Oh, my," Yae whispered, letting out a breathy, wicked laugh through the mantle, intentionally fueling the fire. "Did you hear that, Lady Anastasia? She's apologizing to her precious hero husband, but she doesn't want it to stop. She's addicted to your husband. Julius is making her feel things Subaru never could, and she is absolutely loving her own degradation. Look at her face... she's in heaven."
"Look at that slut... how dare she!" Anastasia whispered back, her teeth bared as tears of pure rage and jealousy spilled over her eyelids. She resumed her frantic, rough pacing against herself, her breathing coming in ragged gasps. "How dare she enjoy his body like that?! Julius belongs to me! He is my husband! She should be weeping in shame, she should be fighting him off, but she's taking every single inch and begging for more! Look at her horn pulsing... she's completely lost to it! I hate her... I hate how much she's enjoying what should be mine!"
"Are you jealous of another man's wife, my lady? Or are you just angry that she's the one getting filled to the brim while you're left alone in a cold bed?" Yae teased, her voice dropping to a seductive, mocking whisper. "Look at how hard he's grabbing her breasts. He's never touched you like that, has he?"
"Shut up! Just keep your eyes on them!" Anastasia cried out softly, her body shaking from the sheer intensity of her envy and anger. "I wish Subaru could see this right now! I wish he could see his loyal, perfect, pure little wife screaming another man's name, enjoying being ruined! It would utterly destroy him, and it would rip that shameful pleasure right out of her face!"
Julius's hands slid up to grab her swinging breasts from behind, squeezing them roughly as he continued to pound her ass mercilessly, his sweat dripping onto her back.
"GRHH—! HAH—! YOU'RE MINE TONIGHT—! HAA—! TAKE EVERY INCH—! SAY IT!"
Rem's body convulsed violently, her horn shining brighter as another shattering orgasm ripped through her. She screamed into the floor, voice hoarse and broken:
"AH—! AH—! HAAAH—! I'M CUMMING—! JULIUS—! AH—! AH—! FILL ME—! HAAAH—!"
Julius roared, slamming into her one final time as he came hard, pumping another thick load deep into her ass while Rem's body shook uncontrollably beneath him.
Julius finally pulled out of Rem's abused ass with a wet pop, thick strings of cum stretching between them. He scooped her limp, trembling body into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on her back.
Rem was completely defeated. She breathed heavily, chest rising and falling in rapid, exhausted gasps. Her face was flushed deep red, eyes half-lidded and glassy. She weakly raised her arms to cover her face, trying to hide from the shame and overwhelming pleasure that had broken her.
Julius knelt over her, his muscular body still glistening with sweat. He wrapped his hand around his thick, cum-slick cock and began to stroke it slowly, aiming at Rem's sweat-covered body. With a low groan, he came again, thick ropes of white cum splattering across her stomach, breasts, and neck.
He let out a soft, teasing laugh. "You're going to really regret this tomorrow, Rem."
Rem only whimpered weakly under her arms, too exhausted to respond.
Julius wasn't done. He grabbed her legs and lifted them high, resting them straight on his broad shoulders. He leaned forward, folding her body and exposing her dripping pussy completely. He tried to tease her more, his voice low and affectionate.
"Look at you... so beautiful like this. Tell me how much you want it."
Julius leaned down further, his face inches from hers, his voice dropping into a demanding, possessive growl. "Tell me, Rem. Tell me I'm better than Subaru. Tell me my cock feels better than your husband's. Say it."
Listening through the mantle, Anastasia gasped, a hot thrill shooting straight to her core. Yes, she thought frantically, closing her eyes and matching her rhythm to the vision of her husband's dominant face. Demand it from her. Break her completely. Make her confess. In her mind, Anastasia substituted herself into Rem's position, imagining Julius leaning over her with that fiercely possessive attitude, demanding her absolute surrender. She wanted that ruthless attention focused on her so badly it made her chest ache.
But on the bed, Rem proved to be incredibly stubborn. Even with her mind melted by pleasure, she clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing with a sudden, fierce defiance through her tears. She shook her head weakly but firmly, refusing to utter the words that would completely betray her husband's memory. "N-no..." she choked out, a ragged whisper. "Subaru... is... my everything... ah! Nngh!"
Julius frowned slightly, a dark flicker of frustration crossing his features. Instead of pulling away, he leaned in closer, his strokes slow but intensely deep, purposefully searching for her most sensitive spots, trying everything he could to coax that confession out of her, desperately trying to earn her affection and validation over her husband.
Suddenly, the fantasy shattered for Anastasia. Her fingers froze. A cold, heavy wave of absolute fury washed over her, replacing her arousal with pure, unadulterated venom. He's trying to earn her affection, she realized, her jaw dropping in shock and rage. He isn't just punishing her. He's begging for her approval. He wants her to prefer him over Subaru. My husband is begging another man's wife to love his touch more! The realization made her blood boil. It wasn't just a brutal degradation anymore; Julius was actively seeking a deeper, intimate connection with Rem, craving her validation.
"Look at that," Yae whispered, her voice practically dripping with malicious glee at Anastasia's sudden silence. "He's practically begging the maid to say he's better. Your proud husband wants her heart just as much as her body, doesn't he, my lady? And she's still fighting him on it. How humiliating for you."
"Shut up!" Anastasia snarled into the mantle, her voice trembling with a mixture of heartbreak and lethal rage. "He shouldn't care what she thinks! He shouldn't be trying to win her over! She's a broken slut, and he's... he's acting like a desperate fool for her!"
But Rem could no longer speak to defend herself or her husband. She could only make soft, broken breaths and weak, needy sounds—"Haa... haa... ah... ah..."—her voice completely gone, replaced by pure, overwhelmed panting as Julius kept driving into her, silently demanding the love she refused to give him. Her eyes were still crying, tears slipping down her temples, but there was a strange, hazy happiness in them. She looked blissed out, completely surrendered and deeply satisfied by his desperate attention.
Julius positioned the head of his cock at her soaked pussy and pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as he sank back into her warm, cum-filled heat. He began to move with long, slow, deep strokes—not the brutal pounding from before, but a deliberate, sensual rhythm that made Rem's body tremble with every thrust.
Rem's arms stayed over her face, but her hips twitched weakly, meeting his slow movements as best she could. Soft, breathless sounds continued to escape her: "Haa... haa... mmm... ah..."
Julius leaned down, kissing her neck and collarbone while he made love to her slowly on the bed, his strong body covering hers.
Anastasia stared through the mantle, her own tears falling silently as she witnessed the intimate, devastating aftermath of what she had helped create. The slow, tender pace and the look of sheer, blissful pleasure on Rem's face made the jealousy inside her mutate into something utterly violent. It looked like affection. It looked like devotion. It looked like Rem was enjoying every single second of being possessed and pursued by Julius.
"Look at how he holds her," Anastasia whispered to Yae, her voice cracking, trembling with pure, unadulterated agony and spite. "He's making love to her now. After treating her like an animal, he's treating her like she belongs to him... and he's trying so hard to make her forget her husband! Look at her face, Yae... she's happy! She's actually happy being ruined by him! Why her?! Why does a broken maid get to have his tenderness and his desire while I get nothing? She doesn't deserve to feel that good!"
"Because she completely surrendered her pride, Lady Anastasia," Yae replied softly, panting as she reached her own quiet, shuddering climax through the mantle, her voice dripping with a mix of satisfaction and mockery. "You held onto your status, your dignity as his wife. Rem let herself be degraded, and now your husband is obsessed with conquering what's left of her soul. Look at how beautifully she takes him. She's addicted, my lady. You wanted to punish her, but you just gave her a man who is desperate to please her. Doesn't that just make your blood boil?"
"I hate her... I want to tear that look right off her face," Anastasia snarled, her fingers digging painfully into her own flesh as she watched the old wooden bed creak softly with every deliberate thrust.
The room was an absolute mess. Cum stains covered the bed sheets, dripped onto the floor in thick white puddles, and smeared across the surface of the old desk where Julius had taken her earlier. Rem's juices and Julius's seed were everywhere—evidence of how thoroughly he had used her throughout the night, and how completely she had welcomed it.
Julius reached up and gently grabbed Rem's wrists, pulling her arms away from her face. He pinned them beside her head so he could look at her properly.
Rem's face was a complete wreck. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, messy red. Tears had left shiny tracks down her temples. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, half-lidded with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. Drool had escaped the corner of her mouth, and her long blue hair was wildly tangled and stuck to her sweat-slicked skin. The proud, confident, loyal oni wife had been reduced to a messy, broken pervert—completely ruined by the man on top of her, yet looking thoroughly blissful.
Anastasia watched it all, her heart twisting into a knot of black envy. At least Rem got her lesson, she tried to tell herself bitterly, trying to find comfort in the destruction. Seeing the tears still falling from Rem's eyes gave her a small, twisted sense of satisfaction, but it wasn't enough to drown out the rage of how much Rem loved it, and how much Julius wanted her. Good. Cry. You deserve this shame. You thought you were so pure, so untouchable. Look at you now... panting and stretching for my husband.
Julius continued his slow, deep thrusts, the bed creaking softly beneath them. Rem's only responses were weak, breathless sounds—soft little "haa... haa... ah..."—too exhausted to form real words anymore, her hips lifting slightly to meet him in sheer, desperate pleasure. Julius leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly, still moving inside her with that deliberate, claiming rhythm.
Anastasia stared through the mantle, her hand trembling violently between her legs as she rode the wave of her own bitter, heartbroken, and deeply envious climax. The night was far from over, but Julius had already destroyed Rem in every possible way—and Anastasia was trapped in the dark, consumed by a raging fire of jealousy, pissed off and broken by the realization that her husband was losing his heart to another woman.