Chapter 13

Separated from the outside, creating a space solely for the two of them, Cassius focused entirely on her. In the darkness, his amethyst eyes shone with a vivid color. Gripping her waist tightly, he began to satisfy his desire by stirring Vivian’s depths deeply. His massive member repeatedly stretched her inner walls’ folds, filling and exiting her completely, drawing out pleasure.

“Mm, mm, hoo…”

As her body shook from the intensified actions, Vivian, affected by it, half regained consciousness. Not fully awake, she stared blankly into space with unfocused, cloudy eyes.

“Vivian, ha…. Do you know what’s happening to you right now? Being so defenseless…. Ugh, I’m worried.”

Meeting her eyes, Cassius spoke joyfully.

“Mm…. Hoo…. Marquis…?”

Vivian called Cassius with a voice half-drowsy from sleep.

“My name isn’t Marquis.”

“Mm…, Cassius.”

Vivian’s eyes closed again. Even amidst this, she seemed to remember his correction and corrected herself. She responded while keeping her eyes closed.

“You can ignore me and just sleep.”

Cassius gently dropped his lips onto Vivian’s closed eyelids. She seemed to have overlooked the fact that she was being forcibly taken by Cassius in her sleep. Or perhaps she was unaware, or even if she knew, she might have thought it was okay. Whatever the case, it meant her body had concluded that their relationship wasn’t dangerous, and Cassius felt pleased with how accustomed she had become.

“Mm, hoo…. It’s so deep….”

Even if she just let it go, she couldn’t fall back asleep comfortably. Vivian’s brow furrowed as the massive member pressed into her narrow insides. She was grumbling in her sleep.

“I’m sorry. Vivian, you were so beautiful while sleeping. Huh, it’s hard to resist…”

Cassius apologized to Vivian but didn’t stop his movements.

“Huh, huh…. Change it to a smaller one…”

Vivian muttered, wriggling her body with her eyes closed.

“I only have big ones…”

Cassius, finding her cute, stopped his movements and replied with a smile.

“I don’t want to be swap for another guy…. Vivian, you will have to get used to it.”

“Hoo…”

Vivian pouted her lips in dissatisfaction but didn’t respond. With the movements stopped, she chose to sleep.

“Ha ha, let’s move the sleepyhead to the bed.”

Cassius kissed Vivian’s forehead with a smack and whispered softly as he pulled away. Then, he lifted Vivian. The only problem was that he lifted her without withdrawing from inside her.

“Ugh…. Hoo…”

Vivian couldn’t help but regain consciousness due to the pressure. The weight pressed down so hard that her cervix was being squeezed, causing intense pressure. No matter how tired she was, she couldn’t endure such stimulation without waking up.

“What, what is this?!”

Vivian, regaining her senses, looked up at Cassius in shock.

“Ah, you’re awake, Vivian.”

He greeted her with a bright smile, unbelievable for someone who had done such a thing. As his steps moved, her body shook, and Cassius’s member penetrated deeper inside. The fluid leaked down the shaft, but Cassius didn’t care and moved to the bedroom.

Feeling the persistent stimulation rather than gentle rubbing, Vivian’s head spun.

“Ah!”

Her inner walls, instead of pushing it away, were tightly gripping him.

“Ugh, you’re squeezing tight…. Relax a bit, Vivian. We’re just beginning…”

With those words, Vivian was soon laid on the bed.

“Cassius…”

“Yes, Vivian. I was lonely while you were asleep. Will you show me the reactions I missed?”

Cassius, filled with anticipation, covered Vivian as if to make up for not seeing her reactions while she slept.

* * *

It was slightly past noon.

“Hmm? Isn’t that Vivian? What’s she doing in the study?”

Grace saw Vivian moving through the window.

“She must be bored. There’s nothing fun in that study…”

Grace murmured with a pitying expression as she watched Vivian diligently searching the bookshelves. She had once entered that study herself. The Lofaere Marquis Estate had a separate library, so there was no need to use Cassius’s study. Grace had no particular interest in his study either. However, one day, curiosity struck her, driven by her passion for er＊tic novels.

“In a private study, no one else would come, so perhaps there are more expl＊cit and sensational er＊tic novels hidden there? People who pretend to be decent usually harbor dirtier desires.”

Grace, carrying dreams of abundance, sneaked into Cassius’s private study. The result was disappointing. Utterly disappointing. Boring magic books, boring estate management books, boring history books, boring noble directories, and other professional books. It was the opposite of the pleasure-filled study she had hoped for, dreary and dreadful.

“It’s a wasteland. A wasteland…. I can’t endure even a moment in such a dreadful place!”

Grace, shocked by the lack of humanity, screamed as she fled the study. Cassius, seeing her emerge in the hallway, merely clicked his tongue and shook his head with a disdainful look. He had already known of her intrusion and turned a blind eye.

“Sister, how did you become the academy’s top student?”

Cassius asked with genuine curiosity. It was the greatest mystery of the Lofaere Marquis family.

Recalling that time, Grace shivered and shook her head. She dismissed her thoughts and refocused on Vivian’s location.

“Vivian, run away quickly. There’s nothing there.”

Grace shook her head with pitying eyes. She had no intention of helping. It wasn’t a place she wanted to enter. Moreover, there was another issue.

“Today, I’m rereading ‘〈A Midnight Tryst〉.’”

With a joyful heart, she had decided to reread her favorite novel, so there was no time to give warnings. Grace immersed herself in the world of ‘〈A Midnight Tryst〉.’

“Phew, that was good. It’s thrilling and new no matter how many times I read it.”

After hours of reading, Grace closed the book with a satisfied expression.

“Speaking of which, Vivian…. Oh…?”

Grace, belatedly recalling Vivian, glanced toward the window. Vivian, who had been moving busily, seemed to have fallen asleep, either tired from reading or simply sleepy. She appeared to be sleeping in the bay window, with only her shoulders visible below the window.

“Oh dear…, it’s an inevitable outcome.”

Grace shook her head with a pitying expression as she watched Vivian sleep.

“I’ll wake her up and suggest we have dinner together.”

Grace stood up, organized the books, and prepared to leave the room. After arranging the books, she unconsciously glanced toward Vivian at the window again and witnessed it.

“Oh…?”

Someone was approaching the sleeping Vivian. Servants couldn’t freely enter the private study. Naturally, the person approaching Vivian was Cassius, the owner of the study.

‘Should I suggest all three of us dine together?’

Grace pondered for a moment.

However, that thought was erased by Cassius’s subsequent actions. Cassius approached the sleeping Vivian and kissed her.

“Oh….”

Grace’s eyes sparkled for a moment. She sensed things were about to get interesting. Her expectations became reality. Cassius began to explore Vivian’s sleeping body. He undressed her unconscious body, fondled it at will, and eventually penetrated her, causing Vivian’s body to start shaking as it leaned against the bay window’s outer wall.

“Wow, no…. My goodness…. So shameless…”

Grace was shocked by the scene before her. Yet, she couldn’t take her eyes off it. From outside, only Vivian’s shoulders were visible, so she couldn’t see the whole picture, but Grace found it stimulating, thinking it allowed for imaginative indulgence.

Though ‘〈A Midnight Tryst〉’ depicted Marquis Rimor assaulting the sleeping Vivian in the guest room, this was even more stimulating. Cassius, unaware someone was witnessing this through the window, was strikingly similar to the Marquis Rimor in the novel.

However, the difference was that Marquis Rimor gently whispered love to the sleeping heroine, coaxed her awake, and confirmed their love, whereas Cassius was pouring unilateral love onto the sleeping Vivian. He didn’t seek consent. After all, Vivian would agree. If she didn’t, he seemed ready to make her agree.

Feeling as if she alone witnessed the accurate portrayal of the marquis, which the author couldn’t capture due to lack of knowledge or fear of revealing the noble inspiration, Grace felt overwhelmed and thrilled. She could assert that no one else would understand this superior feeling.

“To witness something like this, I’m lucky. Ah, no, get a grip, Grace!”

Feeling that she shouldn’t be peeping, she quickly turned her head. However, resisting the curiosity when such a good scene was unfolding right in front of her was incredibly difficult. Her head, governed by instinct, was cruelly returning to its original position.

“Oh, no. I need to… regain my senses…. …Do I really need to regain them?”

Grace’s thoughts drifted again to a comfortable place. Isn’t it so? Their relationship didn’t seem particularly hostile, and she hadn’t asked to see it; it was just unfolding before her eyes. How could she ignore it? Besides, she was merely sitting by the window in Grace’s room. She was sitting by the window in her room, and it just so happened that such an event was occurring in the study opposite the window.

“This isn’t my fault. It’s more their fault for not properly drawing the curtains.”

Saying this, Grace leaned closer to the window to see more actively. Then Grace met eyes with her brother Cassius. No, she wasn’t sure because it was far away, but it felt like that. Those unsettling amethyst eyes were directed at Grace. The gaze seemed to pierce through her, staring at her precisely, and Grace momentarily froze.

“Gasp!”