History at the Library

Chapter 44

She felt wronged, but there wasn’t a word of defense she could utter. In truth, she wasn’t in a situation where she could make her own decisions. After all, she wished to make this work stimulating, different, and successful.

Even then, wasn’t this a little much?

That wasn’t the end of it all. He started to recite a passage from her notebook with a dangerously charming face, “A moist pair of lips met each other. He didn’t give me even a second of thought and pushed forward into my mouth with his tongue as if he craved it. At the sensation of being drawn in deeply, my body shivered slightly and I unconsciously let loose a moan…….”

How was it possible for him to memorize that without missing even a single letter and say it out loud? The deeper the sensual voice grew, Vivian’s shame only intensified.

Vivian decided to pretend she was dead. Aidan gazed at her as she pretended to not understand with two eyes undoubtedly open. Though she found that gaze, which implied she should understand, bothersome, but she also had nothing to say in response. In truth, for erotic novels, which were extremely stimulating, a kiss was repetitive and on the side of conservative.

…… Right, there was no materials to use to define a kiss. In most romance novels, a kiss only went as far as their lips touched each other because younger children also read them.

“Not only the description of a kiss but also the entire book is rather simple.”

What he meant was the exact same as gut-twistingly rage inducing as Thatcher’s comment, which made her rewrite her entire novel. That it wasn’t sensual enough for an erotic novel.

“What’s better than trying it yourself?”

If Aidan had suggested money, power, or fame, there wouldn’t be a single shred of hesitation in her rejection. However if it was Aidan’s body, putting aside the Black Duke or whatever, she would be more than happy to pretend she couldn’t win against the pressure and accept the contract.

Was he really the devil, is that it?

He had looked right through her lust, though, it was her fault for revealing her heart in the first place. Vivian looked down at her chastity ring that had long become one with her body.

“I don’t have to keep my chastity?”

The Black Grand Duke was part of the Royal Family.

Among the royals, he was one around a similar age as Vivian, and was the only man, save for the Emperor, who could break her chastity contract. To be honest, Vivian had a hard time suppressing her sexual urges that peaked often when she was near Ray. Though Ray was partially at fault for being so seductive, most of the fault lay on Carden, the Emperor, and the Duke.

Before she had witness their sexual intercourse in the library, it was all merely a fantasy to Vivian who had never seen sex with her own eyes. The kind of fantasy written on white paper with black ink. However, after that day, everything became far too real. It spiked a sexual curiosity that could never be satisfied till she had explored it herself.

Just how good does it feel that you’re able to make that kind of expression and moans?

Vivian held the potential of a genius. She’d only seen it once, but she was able to create plot devices and expressions of such excellence so who knew if her life’s masterpiece might appear if she was to experience it herself.

Her once soft and fluffy feelings towards Ray had soon become the sticky and obsessive feelings of lust.

No, from the start what she wanted was closer to his body than his heart. No matter how much she wished to become drunk of him, she had consoled herself that it was merely emotional and mental communication. However, she no longer had to hold herself back.

If this was God’s trial for her, then Vivian would have become the naive human who easily fell into the devil’s sweet seduction within a second.

“Why exactly are you making such an offer?”

“Because I feel greedy. Isn’t it human nature to want to cut and polish a diamond in the rough if one has found it?”