In This Life, I Will Be Your Dog - Chapter 57

After the first night, the relationship between the two had completely changed. The prosecutor’s nature, which clearly separated public and private matters, now distinctly divided everyday life from intimate affairs.

“Huh!”

From the very top floor of the Grand Duke’s residence, a lascivious moan escaped.

Bellona’s green eyes, filled with the view of the lush forest, had long since lost their focus.

With her skirt barely lifted and Caelus pounding into her from behind, Bellona clung to the window frame, letting out continuous moans.

The day after arriving at the estate, Caelus had taken Bellona’s provocative words to heart.

He had been thoroughly intrigued by her suggestion that he should “serve him in various parts of the castle.” As a result, whenever there was an opportunity, he took her to different parts of the estate.

Because of this, no one could ascend the fifth floor to the top of the mansion except the servants scheduled for cleaning.

The upper floors of the castle had become a private realm for the Grand Duke and his wife—as well as an exclusive training ground of sorts for the two.

“You’re stubborn as iron, aren’t you.”

“Ahh, you’re one to talk!”

“I think I clearly told you your duty was to support me.”

“You also said that taking care of the entire duchy was part of my role as Grand Duchess… Ah!”

A hard thrust that stung her buttocks forced Bellona to throw her head back.

He took advantage of the moment, devouring her rebellious lips in a rough kiss, his way of punishing her for refusing to yield.

While their lower bodies craved each other desperately, their lips above waged a fierce battle.

Thanks to Bellona’s efforts, the atmosphere of the Grand Duke’s residence had transformed within a few days into something more comfortable and livable.

Her plan to achieve her goals through sparring had crumbled thanks to Caelus’s underhanded tactics, but Bellona had altered her approach and finally obtained permission to employ servants.

She realized that the easiest way to get what she wanted was to target him in moments when he was at his weakest.

As soon as she got permission, she hired the servants and applied her past experience as a commander to assign them appropriately.

Thanks to her efforts, the garden, once overgrown with weeds, now bloomed with beautiful flowers, and the mansion, once dusty and stained, now sparkled without a blemish.

White curtains adorned each window, and the empty rooms were covered with clean cloths.

Even the children, who had previously feared the place, thinking it haunted, now freely roamed around, playing as if it were their own home.

All her hard work was finally bearing fruit.

Having organized the residence, Bellona decided it was time to take care of the Grand Duchy as a whole, and about an hour ago, she had sought Caelus out.

When she went to the office, Caelus, who was having a serious conversation with Akon, habitually suggested they go for a walk.

Knowing what that walk implied, she nonetheless took his hand and followed him up the mansion stairs.

Today, in particular, she needed his permission for many things.

Of course, their physical relationship had also become an integral part of their daily lives, so the mood between them remained quite cheerful as they climbed the stairs.

They had exchanged kisses and revealed their desire for each other multiple times on their way up.

Until she brought up her first request, they seemed the picture of a loving couple.

Just as the atmosphere was warming up, with them caressing each other and exchanging deep kisses, Bellona spoke cautiously.

She wanted to familiarize herself with the current state of the Grand Duchy.

As expected, he refused outright.

It was something she had already felt at the imperial palace, but ever since their first night, Caelus had confined her to an almost excessive degree.

It was as if, from the beginning, his intention had been to keep her entirely within his embrace. He claimed it was for her safety, but from Bellona’s perspective, it was laughable.

Who could possibly threaten the Goddess of the Sword?

Unable to reveal her former identity, she felt frustrated at repeatedly clashing with him this way.

Though the atmosphere had cooled, their intimacy, which had become a separate entity of its own, continued naturally.

Despite their furrowed brows and standoff, their actions were as sticky and persistent as ever, their kisses and caresses unchanged.

“Haa… Your Grace, please…”

“I said no. I’ll handle all the affairs outside, so you focus solely on me. As for the mansion, let Eshil take care of everything.”

Eshil, who was temporarily serving as head maid, helped Bellona manage the household staff. Despite being a knight, Eshil seemed to have found her true calling in this work, displaying remarkable competence.

Knowing this, Caelus wanted to remove Bellona even from household matters, demanding that she focus entirely on him.

Though it wasn’t a direct command, the atmosphere he created left her no choice but to comply.

Through his experiences with Bellona, Caelus had learned that she was the kind of woman who would rather break than bend under pressure.

Instead of forcing her, he decided to use her loyal disposition to subtly guide her into submission.

For instance, instead of outright demanding that she give up her sword, he simply made sure she had no time to wield it.

By entrusting her with all the responsibilities of the household, she had gradually transitioned from the duties of a knight to those of the Grand Duchess.

As a result, though she still maintained her morning training, she no longer swung her sword tirelessly as she had at the palace.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her with her hair tied up for practice.

It was the perfect approach for someone as tenacious as Bellona, who saw any task through to completion no matter what.

But when she became as stubborn as she was now, it was hard to know what to do. Even thinking about how to coax her gave him a headache.

Caelus pounded into her relentlessly, considering how he might break her stubbornness.

“Haa… Your Grace, it’s nearly time for dinner. Please, just—”

“I told you to change how you address me. I’m not having sex with a subordinate right now—I’m with my beloved wife…”

“Alright, alright, so just end it already. You need to have dinner… Ungh!”

“You say end it, but you hold on to me so tightly. My Grand Duchess is becoming quite the liar.”

As if to emphasize his point, he thrust hard, shaking the window, while holding both of her hands together.

He licked her slender neck slowly, then picked up the pace of his once-leisurely thrusts.

He wanted to feel more of her exquisite body, but feeding her was more important than his own pleasure, so he reluctantly pushed them both toward climax.

Since coming here, her already slight frame had grown even thinner. She never stopped moving, leaving her no time to put on weight.

Unless he tied her up and confined her completely, he knew he couldn’t stop her boundless energy, so he made sure she always ate properly.

Soon, her moans changed into the pitiful cries of someone on the verge of climax.

Feeling the difference in how her vagina clamped down on him, Caelus hugged her trembling body tightly, repeatedly hitting her sweet spots.

“Ah…! Your Grace, haah…!”

Her body stiffened as she fell into climax.

The sensation was so dizzying that her toes curled, and Bellona instinctively found his lips, swallowing her own moans as she kissed him.

Feeling her raw, unabashed response, Caelus released inside her, a satisfied smile forming on his face.

Though they still hadn’t found common ground, at this moment, all he felt was happiness.

“Haa, no matter how many times we do it, my thirst never seems to subside. I might as well be an animal.”

“Haa… Let’s go downstairs, have some water, and finish our conversation.”

With her now-cool demeanor, he bit her earlobe lightly, growling in displeasure.

“I won’t allow you to go outside. Ask me for something else.”

Though he drew a firm line, Caelus still took care of her, cleaning between her legs with a handkerchief before tending to himself.

They were both clean again in no time, their expressions now cold as they faced each other.

“What’s your reason for this? You know I’m not so weak that I need anyone’s protection, so why do you keep opposing me?”

Her abrupt change in tone made his thick brows furrow.

Whenever she spoke like this, it meant she was drawing a line, defining their relationship as that of master and knight rather than husband and wife.

“Didn’t you say you were looking forward to building this Grand Duchy with me?”

“I’ll be the one to bring change to the Grand Duchy. You just need to stay by my side and watch as this insignificant land transforms.”

“Ah, so in the end, I’m just a guard dog, meant to stay home.”

“Bellona!”

“If that’s not it, why do you keep tying me down!”

Her raised voice further cooled the already chilly atmosphere.

Her eyes, which had been hazy and drunk with pleasure until just moments ago, now held a sharp hostility.

The expression he always found endearing when she was in his embrace turned icy and distant the moment she stepped out of it, and he found it unbearable.

He hated the indifferent look in her eyes, but even more than that, he loathed the cold, unfeeling stare she was giving him now.

He didn’t want to see her drawing that clear line, didn’t want to see her chilly green eyes devoid of any warmth.

‘In the end, I might have to deal with you forcefully just to keep myself sane. If you won’t bend, then I’ll have to break you.’

Only by doing so would he feel at ease, keeping her quietly by his side.

If he could block everything that threatened her and the dangerous path she was determined to walk, only then could he execute his plans without a hitch.

‘I’ll be the one to fulfill your revenge, so stay by my side and accept this happiness as your punishment.’