Rather Than Be Taken, I Will Take (12 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 29

He was an old man far worse than I had imagined.

When Aden and Beresa told me about the old man named Kurto Benar, I thought he was no different from the ordinary nobles in the capital.

After all, they were just as greedy for women, treating them like possessions and constantly swapping them out.

Even if he had 420 wives instead of 42, it wouldn’t have mattered—I never thought he’d have anything to do with me.

“Heh heh, how lovely, so lovely.”

But the old man standing right before my eyes far exceeded my worst imaginings.

Not only did he freely grab and grope me, but placing his hand on my shoulder had become routine.

When he stealthily approached and tried to put his hand on my leg, I felt a horrifying sensation, as if insects were crawling all over me.

“What do you think you’re doing!?”

Ludmila finally burst out with a sharp cry, momentarily forgetting her station in her anger—but that reaction only seemed to excite Kurto further.

Narrowing his eyes, he murmured, “I like your feistiness,” and pressed even closer.

So brazen was he that even the butler added, “You mustn’t do that—she’s the Duke’s guest,” yet Kurto didn’t even pretend to listen.

He clung to her as if he planned to live only for today and die tomorrow.

“What does it matter that she’s the Duke’s guest? A few coins will settle it easily. The Duke himself would probably welcome it.”

His tone, as if lecturing Salom, flushed the young man’s face crimson.

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