About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4. Deeper, Even Deeper
“Yes! Then starve to death in there! Just try coming out! You’ll receive three times today’s beating!”
Thump, thump, thump.
Matilda’s furious footsteps receded into the distance as she abandoned her whip and departed from the door.
Only then did I release a breath of relief.
“Phew….”
This wasn’t my first time receiving a beating from Matilda. When she grew sufficiently enraged, she wielded her whip without hesitation.
‘In the past, I would have wept and begged for forgiveness.’
This time, I was fortunate to escape the lash.
I glanced out the window once more. The distant horizon stretched before my eyes.
Gazing upon it stirred my memories of this region back to life.
If I left the mansion and followed the forest path, I could reach Roban, a small port town. It wasn’t far at all.
‘That’s right.’
Tomorrow, I would use a visit to the administrative office as my pretext to leave the mansion, then board a ship at the opportune moment.
I would sever all ties with these people completely.
I threw myself onto the bed and stared at the decrepit ceiling.
‘If I can only manage that, my life will transform entirely.’
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When had I fallen asleep?
Upon opening my eyes, the night was dark.
‘I’m parched….’
But there was no water.
I pushed aside the wardrobe and slipped through the slightly ajar door.
Everything was silent—everyone must have been asleep.
Moonlight streamed through the large window in the corridor. I could navigate without a lantern at this brightness.
‘Where was the kitchen on the first floor again?’
Retracing my memories, I descended to the first floor with careful, silent steps.
Moving with bated breath lest I wake anyone, I heard a small light and heated voices emanating from beneath a closed door on one side of the first floor.
“Ah, ah, Count, a bit more….”
I froze in shock, instinctively holding my breath. The voice gasping and pleading was familiar.
“Melissa, my Melissa….”
“Deeper, even deeper.”
The bestial sounds grew progressively louder.
I briefly wondered if I’d misunderstood, but no matter how I listened, those sounds were unmistakably the crescendo of passion.
My face flushed with embarrassment.
My mind reeling, I returned to my room with silent steps.
Only after closing the door could I finally catch my breath. My heart pounded wildly.
I never imagined it. I had believed Count Genoma would become Melissa’s lover long after I was dead.
‘They were already in such a relationship?’
Stunned, I clutched my head in my hands before rising once more.
“No, wait. It might not be what I think.”
Of course, I hadn’t dismissed the possibility as mere misunderstanding. I was certain about their relationship.
But even so, I hadn’t actually witnessed it with my own eyes.
Besides, Melissa was the heroine of a novel.
I read novels frequently—I know the rules of heroines.
They often find themselves entangled in misunderstandings born from delicate circumstances.
I needed to verify this myself.
“I’ll just confirm whether my suspicions are correct and return immediately. If I’ve misunderstood based on a single scene, I’ll feel terrible about it.”
I turned back toward the room instead of leaving.
If I were discovered, fleeing to my chamber wouldn’t improve the situation.
Count Genoma had revealed his true nature and killed me when things went awry before.
Unlike Matilda from earlier, he possessed the strength to break through even if I barricaded the door. Conveniently, behind this mansion lay a small forest and marshland that few ventured near.
‘There’s no guarantee he’d wait two years to kill me. If he forced my signature and threw me into the swamp, it would all be over.’
I quickly retrieved my identification badge and seal from a small pouch hanging on the wall.
A bitter smile escaped me.
I recalled Matilda, who had ensured I possessed not a single coin after I left the Sellen Mansion and moved to the Bilsty Mansion.
The fact that she hadn’t confiscated my badge and seal was likely because she believed she could still control me as she wished.
Back then, I would have surrendered anything she demanded without resistance.
But now that I’d defied her for the first time today, she might soon attempt to seize these as well.
Rather than heading to the first-floor corridor, I exited the building entirely.
I crept forward with measured steps and a lowered frame toward a window where light seeped through. The uncurtained window stood slightly ajar.
The room was silent.
I peered inside, wondering if they’d fallen asleep.
They hadn’t.
A man with reddish-brown hair was visible atop the bed, moving fervently between Melissa’s thighs.
After confirming his identity, I quickly crouched beneath the window. My heart hammered violently.
‘It wasn’t a misunderstanding after all.’
I covered my eyes with both hands. Nausea churned within me as I regretted mustering the courage to witness such a repulsive scene.
Through the window, Melissa began to pant again.
“Ah, more, give me more. Consume me….”
“You’re being demanding today. Your voice is loud enough that I’m concerned someone might hear.”
“They won’t know. Mmm…. I’ve given everyone sleeping medicine tonight.”
I never imagined the heroine’s true nature would be this.
Revulsion made my entire body tremble. I wanted to return to my room immediately.
When dawn broke, I would leave without fail.
Then Melissa spoke.
“After we finish here, you’re going to her room, aren’t you?”
Her?
Who on earth was she referring to?
“Yes. I’ll go upstairs and make her cry as much as possible. I need to show her what her new husband truly tastes like.”
I couldn’t help but freeze at the conversation drifting through the walls. It seemed all too clear that the “woman” they were discussing was me.
My suspicions about Melissa deepened.
What if she wasn’t the virtuous character the novel portrayed, but truly a villainess in reality?
Like history written from the victor’s perspective?
“That’s why I have no desire to sign the marriage contract, is it not? Melissa, bend over.”
“Tch, so until then, hold me tighter. That woman, mmph!”
Melissa held her breath for a moment.
The bed creaked once or twice before Melissa continued in a voice dripping with pleasure.
“The Count, haah… If he exerts himself like this for that woman too, mmm, just thinking about it disgusts me. So use up all your strength. Ahhh…”
Melissa let out a series of moans that sounded almost like weeping.
“Hmmm… Make me cry with everything you have.”
“But I cannot exhaust myself here either.”
Count Genoma laughed.
“Only if your sister reaches heaven will you feel inclined to give me the marriage contract and all the wealth.”
‘They’re both insane…’
Chills ran down my spine at the shocking conversation.
At this point, simply retreating to my room was no longer the answer.
I had only mustered the courage to change my helpless action of signing the marriage contract back then, yet that choice had nearly brought catastrophe upon me.
Had I not overheard this and returned to my room, my life after regression would have been far more ruined than before.
I was glad I’d packed my bag. It seemed best to escape this mansion as quickly as possible.
But the conversation that followed stopped me in my tracks once more.
“I have an alternative, Count. Mmm… So don’t worry and focus on me.”
“What alternative do you speak of?”
Melissa spoke with confidence.
“I have a magic scroll. If I use it right in front of that woman, it’s all over. Mmmph! Until the cursed aura fades, she’ll cling and beg like a prostitute, ahhhh… The effect is quite potent.”
“Ho, how intriguing. What manner of curse is it?”
“She must take a man for a full day, haah, and if she doesn’t spend nights periodically with the man she first lay with, ahhh… Her body will burn with such heat she won’t be able to endure it.”
Melissa breathlessly explained to the Count how she’d obtained it, moaning intermittently.
Last year, she’d helped an Old Woman whose leg was broken and taken her to a healer, and the woman had given it to her as thanks.
The Old Woman had added that the magic scroll only worked on women, so if she kept it safe, there would come a day to use it.
“I didn’t really believe it, but seeing her resist today, mmm… I thought it might be worth trying once as an experiment.”
Count Genoma chuckled.
“I was also taken aback. I’d heard she was obedient, so I expected everything to proceed smoothly.”
“If it truly works, then from the moment I spend the night with you, mmm! I’ll become someone who must crave affection for life, so I’ll have no choice but to sign whatever you ask.”
“How reassuring.”
I received an even greater shock from that conversation.
The source of the magic scroll that had killed me was Melissa.
Revulsion rose in my throat. My hands covering my mouth trembled beyond my control.
“Does the Countess also know of this?”
“Of course. Mother immediately approved of my plan. Haah… She said if that woman screamed it would be too loud, so she willingly took a sleeping draught and retired to bed, mmm…”
Count Genoma laughed.
“Then excellent. Let us indulge ourselves thoroughly.”
The bed soon creaked beneath them, and their bestial sounds grew progressively louder.
I rose from my position, struggling to calm my heart as it thundered wildly against my ribs.
I crept away from the window, putting sufficient distance between myself and that room before bolting toward the exit. Once outside the mansion, I walked as swiftly as my legs could carry me.
The path lay shrouded in darkness, forcing me to rely solely on the moon’s pale light.
The ground beneath my feet was rough and uneven, and in the distance, the mournful howls of wolves pierced the night air.
Yet neither the darkness nor the wolves frightened me now.
The true horror—the place I truly dreaded—was that mansion behind me.

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