Eight years have passed since they were married, but Beatrice has never even conceived because of her husband's refusal to give birth to a child. Instead of pointing fingers at her promiscuous husband, who is often unfaithful, people mocked Beatrice for being a master. Isolated alone in her mansion, Beatrice was barely holding out, enduring her daily loneliness. One day, when Beatrice, who was living so lonely, came to see her husband's younger brother, Aleksandro, who was the only warmth in his marriage. After a long time, Alexandro became a complete man. Beatrice, feeling a strange tension as she welcomed him awkwardly, caught a glimpse of Alexandro's self-defense by name on an ambitious night. The shock was brief. She found a way out of the fear that had plagued her for a long time. "Alexandro, I want a child. The night he left, Beatrice lured her husband's younger brother. "You're a good boy. Will you help your sister, will you?" "...Didn't I tell you before that I would do anything for you?" "So your words..." "I will give you what I want. Here, Aleksandro rubs his hand against Beatrice's lower abdomen. "I'll put my milk in it, and I'll pour my seeds until they overflow." So at last, she had what she wanted.