History At The Library Chapter 7

It was easier said than written. However, Vivian's pride didn't allow her to say anymore than that – the pride as the first author of erotic novels! If he said even one more word about how she would know about the matters of s.e.x when she had no experience, then she might have unconsciously let her fist fly into his face.

“Do you need help? I surveyed many aristocratic ladies and madams on the needs of our readers when it comes to erotica as the boss of the industry's top publis.h.i.+ng company, in order to prevent even a fault from appearing in our reputation. Of course, through the conversation of our bodies…….”

“I don't care if you play around, but can you not dirty my novels please?”

It was one thing to cajole with aristocratic ladies, but to coax married women. Vivian sighed.  For a moment, she wondered how much she would receive if she reported him to the Guards for sin of corrupting public morals.

“So, at least date. I think you understand well enough what I am referring to.”

With that said, he smiled like a fox.

Vivian frowned as she recalled the absurd incident. Afterwards, she suffered from writer's block, and since she didn't have the audacity to grab a pa.s.serby and confess her love, she had nothing to do but throw all her energy into her work as the night librarian.

It was during this period that she had found them. Vivian loudly shouted Eureka to herself. It was as if the G.o.d of Writing Materials and the G.o.d of Eroticism had come down and blessed her.

The hand waltzed across the paper boldly, writing out an imitation of the couple's s.e.xual intercourse. Vivian's violet eyes sparkled like a predator in the dark.

The location is good…….

In an empty library, the couple shared their skin despite knowing that someone might see them at the height of their pleasure.  Right, these could be the stimulants that her novels were missing.

It was when Vivian was going over her faults and considering how to overcome them when she heard a “Hmm?”

That slender form appeared familiar.

The woman had ivory skin, blonde hair, a slender figure, and a status of  – at least – an aristocrat.

Vivian tilted her head. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was acquainted with the silhouette of the side profile, that was lit up by the moonlight.

But in the end, Vivian pa.s.sed over it as a mere coincidence. There were many blonde aristocratic ladies. If one attended a party, the first lady you would meet within the first 3 seconds would be a blonde beauty. She must have briefly pa.s.sed by one of those many beauties.

“Hah, ha! Ah! Eh! Aaah!”

Their intercouse was approaching the climax. The man's actions were growing more and more rough. As he thrusted from below, he grasped the woman's waist tightly with his two arms and moved her to his will, and when she didn't move as he wished, growled aggressively in a low voice.

Soon the couple's positions changed. Taking hold of the woman's shoulders, the man pushed her down and thrusted madly with his hips. From the beginning he didn't appear gentlemanly, but now he submitted himself to the primal instinct of beasts.

A familiar face to the entire population of the Empire, pulled up his crooked lips. Those blue eyes curved brilliantly under the moonlight. The same moonlight lit up his luscious, s.h.i.+ning, silver locks which were said to be a blessing from G.o.d. The movements seemed full of elegance, yet arrogant, at the same time.

It was His Majesty, the Emperor.

His Majesty, the Emperor?! ?

No, no way. They say if one believed the contrary, sometimes it may come back to backstab you.

Vivian's hand that had been scribbling away stopped abruptly. At 10 years of age, a young Vivian had seen a boy who appeared just as young as her and had now grown so much that he wafted the scent of a man.

As if he felt that the hair that tickled the front of his eyes was c.u.mbersome, one hand reached up to sweep away his hair. At the same time, a pair of sharp, cold blue eyes were revealed.