Vivianne realized Countess Spencer seemed to be asking about her ‘relationship with Kian.’

Was being with Kian overwhelming? Honestly, it sometimes felt a bit much.

While she desperately yearned for him to the point of being overwhelmed, his actions and way of speaking would occasionally send her mood plummeting.

Small kindnesses would excite her, yet the tiniest reactions could plunge her into depression.

Many aspects remained unclear to her. Opening up about these ambiguous feelings to someone she just met felt somewhat awkward.

“Kian treats me well.”

Vivianne answered calmly despite everything.

He provided pretty clothes, a spacious nice room, and assigned caring people to look after her. When he returned to the mansion, he waited in her room to meet her, and embraced her until her whole body felt hot. This surely qualified as treating someone well.

Of course, some unsettling aspects remained, but that didn’t matter.

“…And I like Kian too.”

Sometimes the feelings she wanted to convey, the kindness she wanted to show would crumble helplessly.

Each time that happened, even though she hadn’t done things expecting anything in return, the pain lingered.

But someday, with better understanding… Maybe their relationship could improve. She knew it would take time. So she quietly waited for that moment.

“Listen here. You seem to have misunderstood my meaning. I’m talking about Vivianne’s duties.”

“Duties?”

“Ha, how can we have a conversation when you don’t even understand?”

Countess Spencer grumbled irritably. Her tone carried obvious condescension and contempt.

“Let me explain it simply. In bed. I’m asking how you serve the Duke.”

“…Ah.”

So she meant mating. She should have just said so from the start. Now she understood since it wasn’t said in a roundabout way.

At least she could easily understand terms like embracing or taking. Strange expressions like serving or duties confused her. To Vivianne, mating meant a union of mutual possession, not one-sided service.

Who would have thought someone would ask such personal things upon first meeting? She really couldn’t have imagined it.

Still, having prejudice based on first impressions seemed wrong. Hadn’t she learned that from what happened with the maids? Since she claimed to be a teacher trying to help, Vivianne decided to observe quietly for now.

“Are we only talking about what happens in bed?”

“Yes. There’s no need to discuss anything else with someone like you.”

“Should I not talk about what happens in the bathtub?”

“What did you say?”

Her shocked response suggested no need to mention the bathtub.

“If it’s about what happens in bed, I just… do whatever Kian wants to do.”

That was really all she had to say.

She didn’t know how to do anything, and just receiving what Kian did already overwhelmed her.

“As a mistress. You’re saying you serve him so carelessly?”

Countess Spencer’s brow furrowed sharply.

“Carelessly?”

She asked about the unfamiliar word but received no answer.

Despite claiming to help, and being a teacher who received money from Kian, she seemed unlike kind humans like Matilda or Theodore.

“But Kian does everything even if I just stay still.”

“…Ha!”

Perhaps she appeared too carefree. A cold sneer dispersed before her eyes.

“Why? Is it wrong for Kian to do everything?”

“Yes. Any man will quickly tire of that.”

“Kian will tire of me?”

“Yes.”

She answered firmly while looking straight at Vivianne.

“You only have your body to offer, yet you won’t even make the minimum effort.”

“…”

That couldn’t be true. She tried her best both physically and mentally.

Why criticize without really knowing? She had tried not to judge based on first impressions, but this felt extremely unpleasant.

But objectively speaking, she truly didn’t know how to do anything. Moreover, disaster would strike if Kian tired of her before she conceived a child, just like this woman suggested.

She had already worried that maybe they were doing it too much each time… What if something went wrong?

“That’s why I’ve prepared customized education perfect for Vivianne.”

Customized education? She thought it meant etiquette training for noble young ladies.

Matilda had definitely said that after this training, she would dine with Kian’s elegance.

But strangely, things headed in a completely different direction than expected. Countess Spencer kept focusing only on mating.

“Um, aren’t you going to teach me things like greetings? What about dining etiquette?”

“Unfortunately, such things don’t suit Vivianne.”

“Why not?”

“Because Vivianne isn’t a noble young lady.”

She had noble birth in the mermaid kingdom. But since coming to land and depending on Kian, she wouldn’t deny it.

“People receive education appropriate to their situation and circumstances. This seems more necessary for you. Don’t you agree?”

Though her subtle mockery felt unpleasant, her words held some truth.

While dining elegantly like Kian would be nice, that didn’t directly relate to survival.

The most important thing now meant conceiving Kian’s child and fulfilling the contract terms to become human.

Graceful greetings and dining etiquette would mean nothing if she turned to sea foam – becoming Kian’s female who carried his child held a hundred times more importance.

“…That’s true.”

Vivianne quietly acknowledged her words while hiding her bitter feelings.

“So what should I do?”

Though annoying, help regarding mating could prove useful. She decided to listen to what this unpleasant female had to say.

“Here, take this.”

Countess Spencer suddenly held out a book. It detailed bedroom arts.

Teaching bedroom arts came easily since “bride education” belonged in noble young ladies’ training.

From the start, Penelope had asked Countess Spencer to humiliate Vivianne and teach her her place.

At the same time, if this reached the Duke’s ears, it would serve him right too, making it even better.

Originally, Countess Spencer planned to assist in Penelope’s revenge plot and then step away. She had no intention of seriously educating someone lacking basic knowledge.

But something seemed odd. That foolish woman showed no signs of feeling humiliated.

“Teacher, I still don’t know letters very well. That’s why I have a writing teacher coming every morning.”

“What?”

“Oh, is it okay if I call you teacher? Please call me Vivi too.”

Moreover, she displayed irritating friendliness. Though unable to shake the feeling of getting entangled in something, she needed to stay composed.

Countess Spencer lifted her chin higher and straightened her back even more. After clearing her throat, she opened to a page showing male reproductive organs.

“Now, this is a man’s member. You see it every night so you must know it better than anyone.”

“…”

“Why are you silent?”

Could she finally have had a change of heart? Something seemed wrong in her expression. The way she stared at the picture without lifting her head raised suspicion.

“Is this… human…?”

But when Vivianne lifted her head, she showed no signs of intimidation.

“What? Why?”

“The drawing seems a bit wrong.”

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s wrong though.”

“This drawing is accurate.”

“Hmm, but still, compared to this it’s much…”

…bigger. While the shape looked similar, size definitely differed.

Was Kian abnormal like she first thought? Perhaps it wasn’t supposed to reach up to the navel after all. This posed a serious matter for Vivianne.

“Sigh, since you can’t understand from the book. Let me show you with a model.”

What to do with this fool.

Countess Spencer grumbled while heaving a deep sigh. Then she fumbled in her bag and pulled out a male-shaped model.

“Now, do you see? Isn’t it exactly like the picture?”

“The shape matches the picture, but it’s a bit…”

Looking at the model increased her uncertainty.

Speaking honestly about what she saw felt wrong. At minimum, she needed Kian’s consent first.

What if Kian was abnormal? Learning people discussed and criticized his size might hurt him.

Above all, she couldn’t fully trust this Countess Spencer.

Someone who would suddenly ask about bedroom matters upon first meeting would probably spread rumors about Kian’s private matters too.

Vivianne decided to just listen to the lesson despite her reservations.

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T/N: VIVI PLEASE IF YOU SPEAK ONCE MORE ABOUT KIAN’S d*ck SIZE I WILL LOSE IT LMAO