Chapter 5

「“D-dear. I’m sorry. I was wrong. So, so…….”

“Yes, I know. It is my fault for leaving you lonely, my wife. So did I not bring men for you, so that you could still find enjoyment even without me.”

She sobbed as she looked at her husband, who was smiling with a deranged face. A strange man’s arm bound her slender body, and his organ sank into her loosened lower opening. Soon another one forced its way in as well, pushing into that flesh, but her entrance, already slackened, no longer even felt pain.

The man who watched his beloved wife being toyed with by lowly slaves laughed, and cried. Betrayal, rage, sorrow—his teeth trembled with them.」

Somehow, it felt like the ending would not be a good one. Even so, Amelia decided she would take it for now and set the book aside neatly.

The next one she picked up also had a common premise. It was the love story of a handsome man who was good in bed but hated women, and a pure and beautiful woman who declared, ‘I may give you my body, but I will not give you my heart!’

「“Say it again. Who am I?”

“Master, Maaaster! Aang! Ah, ang! Haak! So good, so goood! Hwaaang!”

The woman crying out as she shook her hips was nothing more than a female in heat. At the m*ans spilling from her red lips, the man smiled crudely.

At first, no matter how refined women pretended to be, once you stripped them bare they were all the same in the end. The sight of a thick c*ck too large to fit in one hand made their faces redden and their thighs press together.

It was laughable how they oozed wetness and then tried to act otherwise while watching his reaction.

……But she might be different.」

Sitting comfortably, Amelia lifted the book high and lay back just like that.

A novel was only a novel, and one should not compare it to reality, but sometimes when she saw male leads playing around with their c*cks while saying things that made no sense, Amelia would drift into stray thoughts without meaning to. Of course, they were truly useless questions.

‘If he hates women, why can’t he control his desire?’

‘What exactly makes him believe the heroine is different when he has only spoken with her briefly? Is it just because her face is pretty after all?’

‘Why are the male leads in novels like this all so large down there?’

‘And more importantly, are they even getting properly tested for diseases?’

‘Why is it that unlike the promiscuous male lead, the heroine is always inexperienced? And then how can she just take in some absurdly huge thing as thick as an arm?’

Her rapidly blinking brown eyes skimmed over the lines with little attention.

Since it was not a very long story, Amelia ended up reading the book all the way to the end in that position.

‘Mm, I still don’t get it.’

The expression on her face as she lowered the book over her head was deeply uncomfortable.

Amelia found it difficult to grasp the emotional lines of the characters in novels. What she understood least of all was attachment formed through sleeping together. No matter which heroine it was, she would put up walls at first, but once she slept with the male lead even a single time, the relationship would suddenly develop. One should not look for plausibility in *rotic novels, but she could not help becoming curious.

Though, of course, that question had arisen because she never once considered that perhaps the problem was with herself for only seeking out those kinds of novels in the first place.

Amelia had originally intended to choose a few books and return to her room, but before she knew it, she had completely settled in and lain down. One book became two, then three. Books were slowly piling up by her head. Then, at some point, she felt her underclothes turn damp.

Her expression was dry, but in her vaguely heated state, repeatedly reading stimulating scenes had become the problem. Without realizing it, she had kept tensing and relaxing her lower body, and her body had responded on its own.

Outside, the heavy rain was still pouring down powerfully, and the occasional thunder was still loud and grand. The door was locked securely, and there was nothing at all to interrupt her.

Shifting her eyes stealthily, Amelia slipped a hand beneath her skirt and pressed firmly over her underclothes. Her fingertips came away sticky. Rolling the undergarment down and tossing it aside, she lowered herself completely onto her front and hiked up her clothes.

“Hooa…….”

When she put strength into her knees and huffed as she raised her hips, her lower body twitched. It was seeking s*xual stimulation.

Propping herself up on her left elbow, Amelia slid her right hand down below. As she traced over the flesh wet with her own moisture, her hips jolted. The fingers feeling at her entrance slipped inside with great ease. The heated inner walls were damp.

Letting out a small breath, Amelia buried her face in her arm and moved her fingers slowly.

She was used to pleasuring herself by pressing her thighs together or caressing her chest, but she did not particularly enjoy inserting fingers. At most, one or two fingers was her limit.

It was not so much that it hurt or felt unpleasant; it was rather that she did not feel much pleasure from doing it that way, and that was still true now.

Spreading the moisture clinging to her fingers over her lower body, Amelia pressed firmly, firmly on her cl*toris with her middle finger. Then she let it slide down and insert at the entrance, rubbing lightly, and even put in her index finger as well, spreading them like scissors, but because the membrane was only being rubbed, all that came of it was more moisture dripping out, not enough to bring her to cl*max.

As expected, it did not feel like much. Breathing out deeply, Amelia pressed her thighs together as tightly as she could with one finger still deep inside. As her lower body was compressed, the familiar pleasure followed. When she put strength into her legs and wiggled her finger, only then did excitement begin to spread little by little.

“Ah, uht…….”

When she unconsciously swayed her hips, her inner walls clenched tight. Just a little more, just a little more. She pushed one more finger into the narrow opening and pressed her thighs together hard, and before long a shallow cl*max spread through her slowly.

“……Haah.”

Unlike the bed, her knees hurt. Pulling her fingers out, she remained sprawled there and turned her head. Edwin was standing in front of the counter, half turned away. As though he were quietly trying to sneak off like a thief.

“Aaaahhh!”

Amelia sprang up and screamed. Because the rain and thunder were so loud, she had not noticed at all that someone had come in. Edwin had only realized Amelia was there when he came right up to the front because she had been lying down.

The moment he saw Amelia panting in a state far more compromising than last time, he had tried to hurriedly withdraw, but then she spotted him.

“Wh-why do you keep coming only at times like this?!”

“……I would like to ask the same. Why is it that every time I come, you happen to be doing something like that?”

Edwin answered while rubbing his dry face, desperately enduring the embarrassment.

“I-it had been quiet……. You stopped coming by so suddenly, and so I thought you weren’t coming…….”

Stammering her words in a face that looked about to cry, Amelia lowered her clothes and looked around at the floor. Her underclothes, her underclothes were nowhere to be seen. The small piece of cloth, which she had rolled down and tossed aside while still slightly wet, had fallen near Edwin’s foot. Edwin was the one who noticed it first.

Standing there with his back fully turned, eyes fixed on the tips of his shoes, he squeezed his eyes shut and bent down.

“I clearly told you that I would probably have trouble visiting last week and this week because of training, and that I would be coming rather late today. I was a little bothered by how absentmindedly you answered because you were so absorbed in reading, but it seems you forgot.”

Amelia’s brown eyes widened. D-did he? Had he said that? Now that she thought about it, it did seem like he had.

Meanwhile, having at last picked up the underclothes, Edwin straightened again. Without turning around, he stretched only his arm behind him.

“F-for now, perhaps take this first…….”

“……Th-thank you.”

After confirming what was hanging from Edwin’s fingertips, Amelia spoke in a voice that seemed ready to sink into the ground and hurriedly snatched the underclothes away. Her thighs were slick with enough moisture to make them slippery, but there was nothing for it. For now, she simply had to put them on and wash later.

The sound of cloth brushing broke through the silence. His ears red to the tips, Edwin sighed several times and pressed at his forehead. The sight of Amelia trembling faintly as she let out those suggestive little m*ans simply would not leave his mind.

Pulling down her skirt and clutching uselessly at her collar, Amelia came down and timidly called to him.

“S-Sir Edwin. I-I think I’ll go back upstairs now. Um, please stay as long as you like and make yourself comfortable…….”

“……Yes. Thank you.”

Amelia was usually the one who would invite Edwin up to her room no matter what, insisting he at least have a cup of tea even when he did not ask, but today she fled without even waiting for his reply.

Only when the hurried footsteps had completely faded away was Edwin able to turn around. Left alone, he thought that in this strange situation—one where he could not even tell where to begin criticizing—his only choice from next time on was to be more careful, and even more careful than that.

And while cooling himself by fanning with his hand, his expression turned odd when he happened to look at the topmost book Amelia had left behind.

“Two Holes?”

Why in the world would a title look like that? Keeping his gaze raised, he straightened the books.

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