History at the Library

Huh? Huh? Vivian blinked with a dazed face.

“We’re bathing together?”

“Isn’t it hard for you to move about right now? I thought we’d take the chance to do this and that.”

He said it as though he was saying something non-sexual such as ‘to take the chance to buy clothes and groceries at the market’. Vivian narrowed her eyes at Aidan. He’d criticized her for being unable to set up the atmosphere, but he was just about the same as her.

While she understood he wanted to solve everything at once because it was troublesome, but at times like this, it would have been fitting enough to merely say that he wanted to bathe together. Just to what point did this feline-like man find things troublesome?

If this was a novel, this would have been a very heart-fluttering, lovely scene!

“Did you know? Ray lacks far too much to become the male protagonist of an erotic novel.”

“Hmm, how unfortunate.”

After Aidan placed her down, he easily stripped her of her clothes as though he was serving her. Vivian was struck dumb as she watched the dress be pushed aside wherever his touch brushed past her.

Though it was a very simple design, it was hard to untie a dress without being used to its contraptions. With this thought, the experience of the man in front of her eyes started to bother her.

“But isn’t it enough in this direction?” He asked stubbornly and shamelessly as he unbuttoned her buttons. It sounded less like a question, but rather a confident statement. Even though she didn’t want to accept it, she couldn’t help but agree. Vivian grasped her two cheeks, red from the bathroom’s warmth, and nodded her head.

His pale, but muscular body that peeked from between the folds of his white shirt was like a piece of art. It was the kind of body with such perfect proportions and beautiful muscles that a sculptor would shout in delight and want to make him his muse after a single glance.

He has a lot of scars.But Vivian was surprised. He was a royal, who should know nothing of suffering, but his body was as frightening as that of a mercenary’s.

Amongst the scars, regardless of size, there were even those that were so bad to the point that seemed to be painful even till now. She hadn’t expected his body, which she’d merely thought would be muscular, would be in such a state that she unconsciously stared at it.

Could that red one be a burn scar?

If it was something that she couldn’t handle it was better to not attempt to know. Sometimes she would carelessly ask anyways in order to obtain references for her novel, but even Vivian knew there was a line she should never cross and that scar was that very line.

No matter how kind he was towards her, the other was the Grand Duke of Black. She hurriedly lowered her head before Aidan could find her lingering gaze. At the movement, she unexpectedly was able to explicitly check that his groin was still standing.

Oh my, such a thing had entered my body?

With a bit of exaggeration, it seemed to be as thick as a wrist. At the time, it had been so chaotic that she hadn’t been able to check, but now that she’d seen it, she thought it was better for her to be ignorant. After all, had she seen it, she would have been struck with fear and would have only thought of ways to flee.

Vivian paled as she came to the realization of why Aidan had checked to see how big her mouth was. Could that fit in her mouth?

When she had no experience, she had naively thought ‘it would be great if we did this!’, but now that she was looking at it face-to-face, she wasn’t sure what kind of expression and action she should make. Thankfully, she felt a little less shameful than when she’d been in the study; perhaps due to the warmth of the bathroom wrapping around her. But it was only ‘less’, not ‘none’.

Vivian suddenly became embarrassed and covered her body as much as possible with her hands before she plopped into the tub.

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