It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 201
Should I have asked Ardin to cast a soundproofing spell?
Since both Dantère and Ardin were from high noble families where they didn’t need to worry about soundproofing, they probably didn’t think the sounds would leak out like this.
I clutched my head and groaned at the increasingly raw feast of dialogue and moans.
Who am I?
Aren’t I a veteran reader who can vividly picture every scene in my head from text alone?
Especially in R19 novels, s*x scenes emphasize e****c atmosphere, so positions change frequently while descriptions are often not very detailed.
So I had to spread my wings of imagination from a single line of dialogue. Like, ‘So right now, the heroine is lying face down with her body half-turned, and the hero is kneeling while holding one of her legs, right?’
The deductive reasoning and imagination used that way were now being unleashed regardless of my will.
Just like when listening to novels through text-to-speech, I ended up imagining along with the voices as they came.
What position Dantère was attached to Vivian in and where and how Ardin was licking.
‘Aaah! No! You filthy perverted demon! Get out of my head!’
I plugged my ears and banged my head on the bed. How was I supposed to look at Vivian’s face tomorrow?
I felt this absolutely wouldn’t do.
‘I might as well go out until Lionel returns.’
If I just left the building, maybe the moans and voices would be blocked.
Once I made up my mind, there was nothing to hesitate about.
I found a shawl from my luggage and draped it over my shoulders, slipped on fluffy fur slippers, and left the bedroom. When I got to the hallway, the sounds seemed to be heard even better somehow.
‘Surely not, right…?’
At this level, it seemed like they wouldn’t notice even if I stomped around wildly, but still, I came down the stairs as quietly as possible.
When I reached the first floor, I learned that what I’d worried about was true. Vivian’s bedroom door was left slightly open.
‘These, these people…!’
No matter how urgent it was, how could they carry on their amorous activities without closing the door?
Even if they wanted voyeurism play, there was no one in this estate who would get excited from peeking at others having s*x, right?
Or were they enjoying the thrill of not knowing when someone might come in? If Lionel caught them, they could just be thrown out the window stark naked.
I knew the situation would be like that, but I didn’t feel like closing the door for them.
I felt sorry for Vivian who even prepared warm bath water for me, but didn’t I need to take care of my mental health too?
What if I approached to close the door and made eye contact with someone in the middle of enjoying themselves inside?
What if I saw someone’s naked butt at that narrow angle?
What if just at that timing when I approached to close the door, Lionel and Halid returned and our eyes met?
‘Ugh…’
Just thinking about it made me shudder.
As a reader who didn’t like situations that triggered vicarious embarrassment, I went around Vivian’s bedroom at a distance to avoid leaving any elements that could be misunderstood.
That way I was able to safely reach the entrance without drawing anyone’s attention, and I opened the door leading outside.
‘They said it would get cold soon, and the night air is chilly.’
I regretted not wearing more layers, but it was already too late.
Going back up past Vivian’s bedroom and coming back down was a dizzying thought.
Even if I caught a cold, it would heal quickly with divine power, so there was nothing to worry much about.
I’d just be a bit cold, that’s all.
Fortunately, once I went outside the building, I could no longer hear those sounds that had been tormenting me.
‘That was rough…’
Fiction and reality are definitely different, it seems.
If a scene like this had appeared in a novel I was reading, I would have been excited enough to bookmark it and reread it two or three times.
Vivian, who could directly jump into that relationship and enjoy it, seemed amazing in many ways too.
My heart was completely filled with Lionel alone, leaving not even a bit of room, so how could she share love with two people?
