History at the Library

Chapter 72

Aidan muttered against her neck as the mere thought of sex roused his p*nis. His voice was incredibly low, scratchy as if the air was rough against his vocal cords, and dark.

“It seems there isn’t anything more to be confused about now.”

“What?”

“I am definitely lusting for you.”

Vivian felt her hairs stand on edge as his canines touched the back of her neck. Her eyes wandered before she lowered so that her eyelashes coyly covered them. She clung to his embrace and said with a sob,“I’m sorry. I was wrong.”

“Haa.”

Aidan let loose a sigh. What was he supposed to do if she apologized right now?

“But I didn’t hate it? It was far more pleasurable than expected that I thought something would come of me.” Vivian exclaimed.

No wonder, he was curious why she wasn’t saying anything. Those words were very much something she would say. If she had the strength to lift her pen, by now, she would be writing about her experience word for word with sparkling eyes.

Aidan withdrew his ravenous gaze and let out a soft burst of laughter. “Do you think you’ll be able to write about the female protagonist’s first experience?”

“Of course! Would you like an excerpt?”

“No, thank you.” Aidan politely declined and told her he’d read her writing in the near future.

Even as Vivian clicked her tongue, saying it would be a terrible deed as her stamina had run completely to the ground, she felt the contradictory sentiment of regret that they weren’t able to do it once more.

Truthfully, had her body still been filled with energy, she would have immediately accepted his suggestion and may have gone to the bedroom to become a slave to pleasure. She came to the very odd conclusion of ‘this must be why people exercise and train their stamina’.

“It’s because I’m tired. I haven’t moved about recently, so my stamina must have dropped.”

“I’ll ask the chef to cook a nutritious meal that’s good for your stamina.”

“That would be great. ……Ah!”

That means! Vivian, who had melted into his embrace, suddenly raised her head. Had his Highness, the Grand Duke, who’d been making various excuses with an indifferent face and without a single gaze up till now, made up his resolve?! When she looked up at him with eyes filled with expectations, Aidan smiled wordlessly with an expression of someone who’d already half-given up.

He knew it would come to this so he’d been avoiding it as much as possible, but it couldn’t be helped anymore.

‘There’s no other way than to teach everything, be it physical or mental, up to the tiniest details.’

Should he refuse Vivian at this point, she would, no doubt, give up on him cleanly and go find another man. After all, she’d said so herself.

And Aidan felt uncomfortable with such a sentiment. It was to the point he’d rather tie her up and imprison her within the castle for her entire life.

“Please don’t regret it.”

“Hehe.”

“This is the limit of my kindness. There’s no point in crying and begging later on.”

“He… hehe?”

Vivian, who’d been simply laughing, stiffen ever so slightly. It was something she should be glad about, but why did she have an odd premonition?

After their chat had been resolved somewhat, Vivian finally escaped from his embrace and properly pulled on her clothes. But as she was tying her clothes, she discovered something. There was a large bulk in the center of his pants, which Aidan had pulled back on.

As he’d already known this fact, he leisurely enjoyed the sight of Vivian buffering like a broken machine. He was rather curious about what she’d say next.

“T…. That’s.”

Vivian, unable to call a p*nis a p*nis, pondered for a moment. No matter how often she showed a shameful side of herself as an erotic novelist to Aidan, for some reason, it was still embarrassing to contain the word in her mouth. What was she supposed to call it? She pondered for a long moment before opening her mouth as she sent a slight glance at his groin.

“It seems your willy has stood up.”

It was a far more explicit expression than expectation.

“Wi……, what?”

“Willy.”