CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 322 LAWYER

After that, it was, of course, Edith’s turn on the bed.

Riley gently draped a blanket over Aurora’s exhausted, sleeping form, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face before stepping back.

His gaze then shifted, settling on Edith.

She had been waiting in silence, her body tense, her cheeks warm, her eyes betraying both fear and a spark of anticipation.

Riley smiled faintly as he rose from the bedside and walked toward her.

Each step he took made Edith’s heart pound harder, her body trembling under his gaze.

She tried to look away, but her eyes betrayed her, fixing themselves on Riley’s cock—still rigid, glistening, and intimidatingly large after his time with Aurora.

The sight made her throat go dry.

She swallowed nervously, her lips parting as though she wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

When Riley finally stopped before her, his shadow falling over her seated form, Edith felt her knees weaken.

Her voice, soft and trembling, slipped out without her meaning to.

"Master..." she gasped.

Before she could say another word, Riley bent down, sliding his arms beneath her.

With a single motion, he lifted her up as though she were weightless, her small gasp muffled against his chest.

Edith instinctively clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck, her breath quickening with each step he took.

He carried her into the adjoining room, quieter and more intimate than the last.

The faint glow of the lanterns painted the space in warm hues, making every detail feel heightened, sharper, more surreal.

Riley laid her down gently upon the bed, his movements deliberate, his eyes never leaving her face.

Edith lay there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hands clutching the sheets.

Her body trembled as Riley loomed above her, his presence both commanding and strangely protective.

She bit her lower lip, her wide eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear, nervousness, and something deeper—something she didn’t dare name.

Her heart raced as Riley leaned closer, his heat washing over her, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, low and steady, "Tonight, you belong to me."

Her body stiffened at his words, but she didn’t resist. Instead, she shut her eyes tight, bracing herself as his mouth claimed hers in a slow, hungry kiss.

His tongue pried past her lips, coaxing her to respond, and though her movements were awkward at first, soon Edith found herself kissing him back, her hands weakly clutching his shoulders.

When Riley finally pulled away, a thin line of saliva still connected them, and Edith’s breath came out in shaky gasps.

Her face was scarlet, her body trembling not just from fear but from the unfamiliar heat curling in her stomach.

He didn’t give her much chance to recover.

His hand slid along her side, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before moving lower.

Edith shivered, her body arching instinctively at his touch.

She wanted to protest, to ask for mercy, but the words caught in her throat as Riley’s lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of burning kisses that made her whimper softly.

And then, as the night deepened, another virgin was claimed by Riley.

Edith’s cries and moans filled the room, blending with the sound of the bed creaking under their movements.

The night was far from silent—every gasp, every whimper, every plea etched itself into the darkness, marking the moment her innocence was taken and replaced with something she would never forget.

***

After that first night, Riley did not stop.

Aurora and Edith quickly learned that sleep would never come easily again, for every evening without fail, their master would claim them both.

He was tireless, insatiable, like a man who had been starved for years and finally found the sweetest feast.

No matter how many times they begged for rest, Riley never relented until they were spent, their bodies trembling, their throats raw from crying out his name.

The chambers of the young master became a place of constant whispers.

At night, the quiet halls of the Rice Clan were broken by the sounds that spilled out—Aurora’s refined voice, high-pitched and gasping, mixing with Edith’s breathless moans and pleas.

Sometimes they sang in unison, sometimes one voice carried louder than the other, but never was there silence.

Servants who passed nearby at night would avert their eyes, pretending not to hear, but the blush on their faces betrayed them.

Even the guards stationed outside the courtyard could not hide the heat in their gazes when the cries echoed through the night like a siren’s call.

Day by day, night by night, this became routine.

One day became a week, a week became two, and soon a full month had passed.

By then, the entire clan already knew.

"Have you heard what everyone is saying?" one young servant whispered as she drew water from the well.

"Young master Riley is a bull in bed," another replied, her tone half awe, half disbelief.

"They say he takes Lady Aurora and her maid Edith every night. He doesn’t stop until both women pass out from exhaustion, too weak to even move."

"That’s not all," a third added, lowering her voice as though sharing forbidden knowledge. "Someone claimed to have seen it with their own eyes. They swore young master Riley’s cock is twenty inches long—and so thick that no normal woman could endure it!"

Gasps followed, the kind that were half scandal, half fascination.

The rumor spread like wildfire, and with every retelling, Riley’s legend grew more exaggerated.

By the time the gossip reached the training grounds, the story had become even grander.

"I heard Lady Aurora collapsed for three days straight after one of their nights," a disciple said, wide-eyed.

"Nonsense," another replied with a laugh. "I heard he made both women scream so loudly that even the next town couldn’t sleep."

In the markets outside the clan, merchants chuckled as they shared the tale over wine.

"They call him the Bull of the Rice Clan now. Some even say his stamina rivals that of ten men!"

It wasn’t long before the whispers left the clan’s walls entirely.

Travelers carried the story to other families, and in taverns across the region, Riley’s name was spoken not as a young master of little note, but as a man whose virility was unmatched.

For some, it was entertainment.

For others, envy. And for a few, a dangerous kind of reverence.

The elders of the clan, of course, caught wind of it as well.

Some frowned at the brazenness of the rumors, while others chuckled quietly, shaking their heads.

"At least the boy shows... spirit," one muttered, while another grumbled that such tales would ruin the dignity of the clan.

Yet even they could not deny that Riley’s name had become a talking point, his reputation now woven into the fabric of the Rice Clan’s identity.

What began as whispers of lust had, in only a month, transformed into legend.

And Riley, whether he cared for it or not, had become larger than life—his nights of indulgence fueling stories that would only continue to grow.

And of course, with how tirelessly Riley "worked" every night, it didn’t take long before both women found themselves pregnant.

When the news reached the household, the Rice clan erupted with excitement.

Servants whispered about how quickly the young master’s chambers had turned fruitful, while relatives congratulated one another as if Riley’s success was theirs too.

But no one was more delighted than his father.

"Congratulations, son!" Alexander boomed, slapping Riley’s shoulder so hard it nearly knocked him forward.

His face was red with laughter, and his chest puffed with pride.

"You’ve done in a month what some men can’t do in a lifetime. I can’t wait to hold my grandchildren!"

Riley managed a faint smile, rubbing the sore spot on his shoulder.

His father’s enthusiasm was infectious, but it was his mother’s voice—calm, measured, and laced with experience—that cut through the cheer.

"Riley," she said firmly, her eyes narrowing just enough to make her authority known. "I know you’re still young, but now that you’ve gotten your wife pregnant, you must be careful. Don’t let her suffer any stress. A woman carrying a child must be treated with care, and a husband’s responsibility is to ease her burdens."

Riley nodded, about to assure her when she added in a tone that was almost too casual.

"And... you should also consider taking a mistress. Aurora won’t be able to handle your... daily needs, not in her condition. You’re a vigorous young man, and it would be foolish to let your energy go to waste. And besides, it would also help your wife get some rest in her pregnancy."

Riley choked, his face heating in embarrassment.

But before he could even process his mother’s words, his father’s ears perked up like a hound catching a scent.

"Wait—what?" Alexander said, leaning forward eagerly. "Why is it you’re telling him this, but you never told me when we were younger? Should I get a mistress now? I could—"

His wife cut him off instantly, her glare sharper than any sword. The corners of her lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Dream on. You can barely get it up these days. What mistress? You’ll only shame yourself when you can’t properly satisfy her."

The room went silent for a moment before Riley burst into laughter, unable to hold it back.

Even Aurora and Edith, overhearing from nearby, covered their mouths to stifle their giggles.

Alexander’s face turned bright red. "W-what nonsense! I can still—"

"You can still snore louder than thunder, yes," his wife interjected smoothly, her voice dripping with amusement. "But as for making women scream in bed? Hah. Those days are long gone."

Alexander looked like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing without a word escaping.

Finally, he grumbled under his breath, "Unfilial woman... doesn’t know how to respect her husband..."

But his wife only laughed harder, her sharp tongue chasing away every attempt at defense.

"Respect? If you want respect, at least prove you’re still a man. Until then, don’t embarrass yourself with talk of mistresses."

Riley shook his head, still chuckling, while his father sulked in silence, his pride wounded but his wife’s laughter ringing triumphantly through the hall.