It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 60
That absurdly ridiculous incident happened in my third week of staying at the Luanax estate.
I had already been informed by Lien that a guest had arrived, so I had deliberately kept my lunch simple—a sandwich—before retreating to the library early.
Lately, my main concern was reflecting on the psychological and physiological changes I had been experiencing since my first kiss.
No matter how much time passed, being around Lionel still made me unbearably nervous.
If anything, the erratic pounding of my heart was only growing worse.
At this rate, I was convinced my heart would actually explode one day.
‘All answers can be found in books.’
With that belief firmly in mind, I began reading not just romance novels but all sorts of books.
Even magic theory texts and medical literature.
‘If you cross the line, you’ll get over it? How was that supposed to make sense?’
I could barely handle a kiss, and now I was supposed to go further than that?
…Of course, I did want to try more things.
Drawing from my extensive experience as a seasoned reader, I had an ambitious goal—to experience everything that could only be possible in a novel.
After all, wasn’t this an R19 novel world? Surely, nothing was off-limits.
But right now, I couldn’t even manage to hold a normal conversation with Lionel without breaking into a nervous wreck, let alone maintain eye contact.
Once my secularization process was complete, I would officially be married to him. What was I supposed to do then?
I had made such a bold declaration about how husbands and wives should obviously share a bed—yet here I was, struggling to keep myself together over just a glance.
Lionel must have noticed something was off about me these past few days. What if he misunderstood and thought it was because I didn’t like him?
What if he decided to cancel the contract? The revised contract hadn’t even been notarized yet.
I was in the middle of pulling at my hair in frustration over a psychology book when the sound of the library door opening suddenly made me freeze.
‘Huh…?’
The annex maids knew I spent most of my time here, so they always knocked before entering, even though it was a shared space.
That meant it had to be someone from the main residence or… an outsider.
“This should be a good spot.”
A familiar male voice spoke.
Immediately after, I heard the sound of something wet sliding against skin.
‘Dantère…?’
Confused, I cautiously peeked out from behind the bookshelf and was horrified by what I saw.
What I saw was even more shocking than the scene I had witnessed in Vivian’s room.
The maid had her blouse completely undone, her bare chest exposed, with her skirt lifted all the way to her stomach.
Dantère was buried between her legs, his face pressed into her while she leaned against the door, one leg slung over his shoulder.
Unlike before, this wasn’t for show.
The way they were both genuinely absorbed in pleasure—how he flicked his tongue, how she arched her back and moaned while kneading her own b*****s—was entirely different.
“You shaved so I could see your pretty p***y, huh?”
He murmured between wet, obscene sounds, slurping and lapping at her.
“You’re being cute, so I’ll let you c*m as much as you want.”
“Ah, hnn, ahh…!”
The moment his tongue curled over her c**t while three of his fingers thrust deep inside, the maid let out a high-pitched moan—practically a scream.
A splattering sound followed, fluid dripping down—probably onto his face, his hands, and the floor beneath them.
“Now spread it wide so I can f**k you properly. If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you.”
…For a veteran R19 reader, this level of dirty talk wasn’t even that extreme.
And yet, sitting through it in real life was nearly impossible.
It was too real.
‘I should have just made a noise and walked out naturally.’
But knowing it was too late to do anything about it, all I could do was clutch my head in silent agony.
