Anastasia leaned back in her chair after Subaru left, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her lips despite the throbbing bruise around her eye.
It went great, she thought, twirling the quill between her fingers. Subaru actually believes he's saving his marriage by pushing Rem straight into Julius's arms. How deliciously pathetic.
She didn't really plan to inspect the next festival. She was sure Subaru would make the games as tame and innocent as possible, terrified of giving her any more reasons to punish him. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the image: people seeing Rem and Julius together, walking side by side, laughing, touching — associating Rem's beautiful face and body with the name Anastasia Hoshin. The seed had been planted. The rumors would do the rest.
Anastasia finished the last of the paperwork with a flourish, signed the final document, and stood up. She felt playful tonight — dangerously playful. The kind of playful that came from having survived the worst day in months and still coming out on top.
She made her way to the bedroom, the mansion quiet around her. Julius was still out training, but she knew he would return soon. She undressed slowly, slipped into a thin silk nightgown that clung to her body, and waited.
When the door finally opened and Julius stepped inside, still slightly sweaty from training, Anastasia was already sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, a mischievous glint in her good eye.
She looked up at him and, in a soft, slightly higher voice that perfectly mimicked Rem's gentle tone, spoke:
"Master Julius... you're back."
Julius stopped in the doorway, blinking.
Anastasia stood up, swaying her hips as she walked toward him, still using Rem's voice.
"I've been waiting for you... I couldn't stop thinking about last night. About how you kissed me. How you touched me. Subaru told me not to... but I want you so badly."
She reached up, running her fingers down his chest, her voice dropping into a needy whisper.
"I want to fuck you, Master. Right here. In Anastasia's bed. I know it's wrong... but I can't help it. You took my kiss last night and now I need more."
Julius's eyes widened, caught completely off guard.
Anastasia sank to her knees in front of him, her hands working quickly to free him from his clothes. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes that didn't belong to her.
"It's so big and strong compared to Subaru's," she murmured, voice full of fake awe as she took him into her mouth. She gave him a slow, wet blowjob, sucking and licking with deliberate enthusiasm, moaning softly around him. "Mmm... so much tastier... so much better..."
Julius's hand hovered above her head, breathing ragged. "Anastasia... what's gotten into you?"
She pulled back just enough to speak, lips glistening, still using Rem's voice.
"Lady Anastasia made Subaru ask me to be your partner at the festival... and my cuck husband is going to present us like we're a real couple. He's going to stand there and smile while everyone thinks I belong to you."
She took him back into her mouth, sucking harder, eyes locked on his.
Julius groaned, his hand finally resting on her head, fingers threading through her hair.
Anastasia smiled around him, heart racing with dark delight.
Julius's eyes darkened the moment Anastasia spoke those words in Rem's voice. The playful, almost boyish tension that had been building in him since she started this game finally snapped into something hotter, hungrier.
He reached down, threading his fingers firmly into her purple hair. His grip wasn't gentle. He held her head steady, guiding her movements as she took him deeper into her mouth.
"Fuck... look at you," he growled, voice low and rough, fully slipping into the roleplay. "My wife is out there right now, probably still crying because of what I did to her last night... and here you are, on your knees, sucking my cock like a desperate little slut."
Anastasia moaned around him, the vibration traveling straight through his length. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes — Rem's eyes — as he started to move her head himself, pushing her down further, making her take more of him with each thrust of his hips.
Julius's breathing grew heavier. "You really did Subaru dirty, didn't you? That pathetic cuck is probably still trying to apologize to me... while his wife is choking on my cock in my own bedroom."
He tightened his grip in her hair, guiding her faster, deeper, the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth filling the room.
"And you want it, don't you?" he continued, voice dropping into a dark, teasing tone. "You want me to give Rem a good lesson tonight. You want me to fuck her so hard she forgets her husband's name. You want me to ruin her for him."
Anastasia whimpered loudly around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs for support. She was dripping wet between her legs, the roleplay hitting every twisted button she had. She pulled back just enough to gasp, still using Rem's soft, breathy voice:
"Yes, Master... please... give Rem a good lesson... I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow... Subaru could never make me feel like this..."
Julius let out a low, dangerous laugh and pushed her back down, holding her head in place as he fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
"That's right," he murmured, eyes half-lidded with lust. "You're going to be a good little wife for me tonight, Rem. And when I finally fuck you properly... you're going to scream my name loud enough that Subaru hears it in his dreams."
Anastasia's eyes watered, not from discomfort but from pure, overwhelming arousal. She had wanted this — wanted Julius to stop holding back, to let the darkness she had cultivated in him come out and play.
And he was finally doing it.
Julius kept her head moving, controlling the rhythm, his voice growing rougher with every word:
"Tell me again, Rem... tell me how much better I am than your useless husband..."
He was fully in the game now.
And Anastasia had never been more excited to lose control.
Anastasia looked up at Julius with wide, watery eyes, still on her knees, lips stretched around him. She pulled back just enough to speak, keeping her voice soft and trembling in perfect imitation of Rem's gentle tone.
"You're a million times better than him, Master..." she whispered, voice husky and needy. "Please... get me pregnant. Fill me up with your seed so I can raise your baby with Subaru. I want to go home to him every night with your child growing inside me... and pretend it's his. Anastasia wouldn't mind... she'd love it. She wants this for you."
Julius's breath hitched sharply. His hand tightened in her hair, fingers flexing as a visible shudder ran through his body. The raw, filthy words coming from "Rem's" mouth hit him like a lightning strike.
"Fuck..." he growled, voice deep and strained. "You're really asking me to knock you up... so you can carry my child while living with that pathetic cuck?"
Anastasia moaned loudly around him, nodding eagerly as she took him back into her mouth, sucking harder, her tongue swirling desperately. She looked up at him with pure, submissive lust — the exact expression she imagined Rem would wear if she ever truly gave in.
Julius's hips jerked forward involuntarily, pushing deeper into her throat. His free hand moved down to cup her cheek, thumb stroking her swollen lips stretched around his cock.
"You want to raise my baby with Subaru?" he rasped, eyes dark with lust and disbelief. "You want to go home to him every night, belly swelling with my child, while he thinks it's his? While I keep fucking you behind his back?"
He groaned, the fantasy clearly overwhelming him. His grip in her hair tightened as he started fucking her mouth with slow, deep thrusts, using her like a toy.
"God, you're such a dirty little slut, Rem... begging your master to breed you while your husband waits at home like a fool. Anastasia really wouldn't mind? She'd let me put a baby in you?"
Anastasia whimpered loudly around his cock, the vibration traveling straight through him. She nodded frantically, eyes watering with effort and arousal, silently confirming: Yes. She wouldn't mind. She wants it.
Julius's breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more insistent, more possessive.
"Then I'll do it," he growled, voice thick with dark promise. "I'll fuck you full of my cum until you're carrying my child. And you'll go home to Subaru every night with my baby growing inside you... smiling at him like nothing happened."
He pulled her head down harder, burying himself to the hilt in her throat for a long moment before pulling back, letting her gasp for air.
Anastasia looked up at him, lips shiny and swollen, voice hoarse but still in Rem's sweet tone:
"Please, Master... breed me... make me yours completely..."
Julius stared down at her — at his wife pretending to be the woman he had confessed to only hours earlier — and the conflict in his eyes was unmistakable.
But so was the raw, overwhelming lust.
The game had gone far beyond what either of them had planned.
And neither of them wanted to stop.
Julius's breathing grew ragged, his hips jerking forward as he lost control. His fingers tightened almost painfully in Anastasia's hair, holding her head in place as he came hard down her throat with a deep, guttural groan.
The first thick spurt caught Anastasia completely by surprise. She choked, eyes widening, but it was too much, too sudden. She couldn't swallow fast enough. Hot, salty cum flooded her mouth and spilled out through her nose in an embarrassing, messy burst. She gagged violently, pushing Julius back with both hands, coughing and sputtering as semen dripped from her nostrils and chin.
She turned away, coughing harshly into her fist, tears streaming from her good eye while the bruised one throbbed in protest. "Why didn't you warn me?!" she gasped between coughs, voice hoarse and indignant.
Julius stood there breathing hard, his cock still twitching, a dark, satisfied look in his eyes. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and gave her a slow, almost predatory smile.
"Your roleplay ideas were really good tonight," he said, voice low and rough. "I wanted to punish you a little... since you promised me you wouldn't do things behind my back."
Anastasia grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, still coughing as she wiped her face and nose. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal.
"I didn't go behind your back," she protested, voice raspy. "It was just an opportunity, so I used it."
Julius chuckled darkly, tucking himself back into his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. "Yes... and what about Rem's ring?"
Anastasia froze mid-wipe. She looked at him sharply. "I have nothing to do with it missing."
Julius raised an eyebrow, his expression calm but knowing. "Yae told me."
Anastasia's face flushed with anger. "That bitch! She was supposed to keep quiet!"
Julius didn't look surprised. He simply watched her, steady and unyielding. "She did keep quiet. But I know you well enough, Anastasia. It wasn't hard to put it together — Rem's missing ring and you suddenly being very interested in her personal life. Where is it?"
Anastasia stared at him, chest heaving, the tissue still clutched in her hand. For once, she had no quick lie ready. The mask she usually wore so perfectly had cracked wide open tonight, and Julius was looking straight through it.
She swallowed hard, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue, and met his gaze with a mixture of defiance and unease.
Julius waited, patient and immovable.
The question hung between them like a blade:
"Where is Rem's ring, Anastasia?"
Anastasia wiped the last traces of Julius's cum from her chin with the back of her hand, her chest still heaving from the coughing fit. Her swollen eye throbbed in time with her racing heart as she looked up at him, defiance burning in her good eye.
She straightened her posture on the bed, pulling the thin silk nightgown back over her shoulders, and met his gaze without flinching.
"I will not give it back," she said, voice low but firm. "It's mine now."
Julius stared at her, his expression shifting from calm confrontation to something darker — disappointment mixed with disbelief.
"Anastasia..." he started, voice dangerously quiet.
She cut him off, lifting her chin defiantly. "That ring is mine. I took it because it doesn't belong on her finger anymore. Subaru's pathetic little band has no place on the woman who's going to carry your child. It's been marked properly now — with you. With your seed. It belongs to me, and through me, to you."
Julius's jaw tightened. He stood up slowly, towering over her, the playful mood from moments ago completely gone.
"You stole her wedding ring," he said, each word measured and heavy. "You submerged it in my cum like some kind of twisted trophy. And now you're telling me you're keeping it?"
Anastasia didn't back down. She rose to her feet as well, though she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eye.
"Yes," she said, voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. "It's mine. Rem doesn't deserve to wear a symbol of her marriage to that worthless man while she's spreading her legs for you. I took it because I needed to. Because she needs to understand her place."
Julius ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. For a moment he looked like he might shout, but instead his voice came out low and strained.
"Anastasia... this has gone too far. Even for you."
She stepped closer, reaching out to touch his chest, but he gently caught her wrist, stopping her.
"I did it for you," she whispered, voice cracking. "For us. For the child she's going to give you. That ring was a chain holding her back. I broke it. I made it yours."
Julius looked at her for a long, painful moment. The conflict in his eyes was clear — love, anger, exhaustion, and something that looked dangerously close to pity.
He released her wrist and stepped back.
"I need some air," he said quietly.
Anastasia stood there in the middle of the bedroom, still tasting him on her tongue, her swollen eye throbbing, but her mind already racing ahead.
She took a slow breath and looked up at Julius, her voice soft but steady.
"You can buy her a new one," she said quietly.
Julius turned back toward her, brow furrowed in confusion and lingering irritation.
Anastasia continued before he could speak, her words careful and calculated.
"The old ring is already stained... with you. Rem probably won't want to wear it again once she realizes it's gone. It's ruined for her now. So you can buy a similar ring — something close enough that she won't suspect anything — and tell her you found it. Maybe say it turned up during the festival cleanup. She'll be happy. She'll think it's a miracle. And her old ring... stays with me."
Julius stared at her for a long moment. The conflict on his face was plain — disgust at the manipulation, exhaustion from the emotional whiplash, and the undeniable pull of the twisted logic she was offering.
"You want me to lie to her," he said flatly. "Buy her a fake replacement and pretend I found the original."
Anastasia nodded, stepping closer. "It's better this way. She gets to keep a ring that looks like the one Subaru gave her. She stays happy. You get to be the hero who 'found' it for her. And I... keep what belongs to me now."
She reached out and gently touched his chest, her voice dropping to a near whisper.
"You already crossed the line with her last night, Julius. This is just... cleaning up the mess. A small kindness. She'll never know. And you'll get to see her smile again when you give it to her."
Julius closed his eyes, jaw tight. For a second Anastasia thought he might refuse outright. But when he opened them again, the fight had drained from his expression, replaced by weary resignation.
"...Fine," he said quietly. "I'll buy her a new one. I'll tell her I found it."
Anastasia's heart gave a small, triumphant flutter. She rose on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered against his skin. "You're doing the right thing. For her. For all of us."
Julius didn't kiss her back. He simply nodded once, turned, and left the room without another word.
Anastasia stood alone, the taste of him still lingering, her bruised eye aching, but a dark satisfaction settling deep in her chest.
Rem would get a shiny new ring from Julius's hand.
She would smile, thank him, and believe it was the original.
And the real ring — the one now permanently marked with Julius's seed — would stay safely hidden with Anastasia.
A perfect, secret claim.
She walked over to the small locked drawer where she had hidden the jar, opened it, and looked down at the ring submerged in the thick white liquid.