Though eight years had passed since her marriage, Beatrice had never even conceived a child—because her husband refused to have one.
Instead of pointing fingers at her promiscuous husband, who was constantly having affairs, people mocked Beatrice as a barren woman.
Isolated alone in the mansion, Beatrice barely managed to endure her loneliness each day.
Then one day, to the lonely Beatrice came the only warmth in her marriage—her husband’s younger brother, Alessandro.

The Alessandro she hadn’t seen in years had become a full-grown man.
Awkwardly welcoming him, Beatrice felt a strange tension.
Late one night, she accidentally witnessed Alessandro pleasuring himself while calling out her name.
The shock didn’t last long.
She had discovered a way to finally escape the fear that had tormented her for so long.

“Alessandro. I want to have a child.”

That night, while her husband was away, Beatrice seduced her husband’s brother.

“You’re a good boy, right? You’ll help your sister, won’t you?”
“…Didn’t I tell you before? That I’d grant any request of yours, no matter what it is.”
“So, what you’re saying is…”
“I’ll do as you wish. Right here,”

Alessandro placed his hand gently on Beatrice’s lower abdomen and began to rub slowly.

“I’ll shove my cock in and pour my seed into you until it overflows.”

And so, at last, she got what she wanted.