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— Even if I can’t get married, I want to experience sleeping with a man!
So what Olivia wanted wasn’t ‘marriage’ but rather ‘experiences only obtainable through marriage.’
19th century England, Victorian era.
Olivia Jennings, a romance novelist who works under the pen name ‘Vivian Bennett,’ has accepted her situation where marriage seems to be out of reach and is living relatively peaceful days. But just because she’s given up on marriage doesn’t mean she can’t sleep with a man, right? Before she gets any older, she wants to have that ‘special experience’ too. What’s stopping a woman from trying?
Believing that this experience would elevate her writing to the next level, Olivia decides to use the lending library she frequents to find a suitable man. Her method is to choose a partner from among the male customers who borrow Vivian Bennett’s romance novels.
At least a man who can empathize with the characters she created and feels something from their love stories wouldn’t be ‘just anybody.’
— Are you mad? Drop that ridiculous plan immediately. It’s better to heed the advice of someone with reliable common sense.
But what do you know? She ran into a meddling gentleman, causing problems from the start.
“Why are you going to such lengths?”
“……Because I need to know. What that feeling is like, what that experience is.”
“Isn’t there a more normal way to go about this?”
“Women should be able to choose suitable men for themselves too.”
“Even so, what exactly can you learn from this?”
The woman wrapped her other hand around Richard’s neck. Richard’s Adam’s apple visibly rippled.
“I already know that the meddler interfering with my plan is an unnecessarily handsome and splendid man, that he has broad shoulders and a wonderful chest. If I persist, I might discover other things too. Are you still going to deny it?”
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“…May I touch it?”
The woman’s eyes were directed at Richard’s chest. May she touch it? It seems she’s already halfway there, but Richard didn’t question it. Around that time, Richard thought he vaguely understood why this woman had staged this bizarre affair. The face shining with persistent curiosity, eyes wavering with a mixture of inquisitiveness and desire—all were sickeningly familiar. So all of this was ultimately—
“…Why? Are you going to write about this in your book too?”
Richard didn’t miss how the woman’s blue gaze wavered slightly. It seemed like a sigh was about to burst forth.
“……Well, if it’s worth writing about.”
Huh.
With the sigh that finally escaped, Richard ended up having the note he was holding snatched away. It happened in a moment when he was lost in thought.
“If you hate it, we can stop here.”
“Hey.”
“I’m not your little sister. So if you’re just going to nag unnecessarily, go back. I never asked for a guardian.”
She thought that was the end with that man too…
Why does this handsome meddler keep appearing before me?
