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n“Oh, my back.”

nVivian banged her back instead of lying face down and read the manuscript. Aiden then covered her back with a warm, heated cloth handed over by the maid.

nCompared to the first time he took care of herself, he was now quite proficient.

nWhy is he so good at this nonsense? Can’t they just make a job for them before they get used to it?

nShe realized that since she stepped into this mansion, there were more days when she lay in bed and struggled, than days when she walked finely. Then his face was bound to be distorted and dissatisfied.

nIs it a trick to tame me as a slave of pleasure? Vivian trembled, as she clutched at the quilt.

nShe was just thinking about anything she could, but she didn’t know it was half right. Aiden was full of thoughts that she would remember him completely with her body if not with her head.

nThanks to this, Vivian unintentionally suffered all the lewd acts that often appeared in sensual novels.

nI was lifted up and hung like an old-wood cicada. I thought it was only possible in a novel……

nWell, she liked having sex with him, even though she grumbled. He was so desperate that there were no other partners in the world, and he was not so coercive that he crossed the line. It meant he had the self-restraint to stop if Vivian fainted or really didn’t want to.

nNevermind that he persistently drove her to the ground until she’s exhausted from sobbing.

nMoreover, thanks to this and that, the novel was almost complete. The intensive teaching effect of a talented teacher with a student full of academic enthusiasm was great. It was just that she was now perfectly tamed to the point where she could not use her hands, and she was already afraid of the night without him.

nDon’t say that she’s going to go in a rut and come to the Grand Duke’s mansion and beg for a hug. It’s terrible just to imagine. Where in the world is as ugly as that. Vivian could only hope she had more sexual restraint than an animal. She started working on the novel again. Then suddenly Aiden asked.

n“How far have you written it?”

nThe story of this work was coming to an end after a crisis and a climax. It’s almost time for the last love affair.

nVivian, who stopped writing for a while and glanced at him, opened his mouth.

n“It’s almost done.”

nHe did not reply for a moment to her voice, which contained little regret, but rather a little expectation and excitement. What was on his mind, his blue eyes had a dark glow.

nShe eventually couldn’t stand it and asked.

n“What are you thinking?”

n“It’s nothing. Just a little bit of work ahead…”

nAiden recalled Vivian, writing with both eyes shining with enthusiasm, swelling her plump lips, or sobbing underneath him.

nWhen he returned to the mansion, it became a habit to remove the smell of blood and head straight to her side. Holding the warmth in his arms, he buried his lips along the sweet scent. Then he could have a peaceful dream.

nHe’s been trying to tame her body to suit himself. But the fact he overlooked was that he was also madly desiring her body.

nThe more relationships they had, the more sticky the relationship became. It was tame as soon as it was tamed. Now it’s hard to imagine an empty mansion without her.

nHis eyes touched her ring for a moment and fell.

n“When it comes to what’s ahead, what’s your plan for the future?”

n“Similar.”

nAiden answered politely and opened up the books he had piled up beside his bed.

nVivian seemed to have no passion or motivation, and wondered if he had any goals or dreams. He thinks the future plan would be to expand the library in the mansion.

nThinking that far, she somehow laughed at him because he was cute.

nIt was like a calm before a storm.

nIn the silence of anxiety, Vivian made a squeaky sound, as she ground out the handwriting on the manuscript. It was a nice day to take a walk because the sun was bright, but she didn’t have any intention of indulging in such a luxury in the face of completion.

nIt was just around the corner.

nVivian’s eyes glowed filled with joy. Like a climber on the verge of a summit. But it also snapped and stopped soon.

n“I have to write the last banquet scene…”

nVivian muttered, biting the tip of the feather in her mouth. She had never experienced a banquet in person because her parents suddenly died before she entered society.

nThere was no need to describe the banquet in detail because it rarely appeared anyway. The question was whether the male protagonist’s actions she envisioned were actually possible.

n“Hmmm.”

nVivian let out a hum, immersed in her anguish, and finally opened her mouth.

n“Is it possible for a really big man to fit in her skirt?”

nAnd that one word became the main culprit of the whole thing. Unfortunately for her.

nVivian thought for a short moment whether to use the quill pen to hit Aiden’s head. Of course, his head went into her skirt and he couldn’t even try it and ended up imagining it.

nShe stomped her feet and eventually tried to step back quickly. Aiden grabbed her by the leg, so this was also an attempt.

nHe was trying to take off her underwear.

nNo, just getting in was enough!

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