Chapter 13 (1/2)

Wait, is this what they call a love triangle?

I’m curious!

As soon as she realized the opponent was not the Emperor, Vivian’s movements immediately froze. Who were they, and what sort of relationship were they in? Her imagination flew about through her head.

This time, she was not interested in their sexual intercourse as material for her novel, but interested in their relationships and circumstances. Curiosity was always the bane of her existence.

“H, H, Hah! I, I love you! I love you. Hah, ah!”

Unlike when she was with the Emperor, the woman had said the word love out of her mouth. Not only that, but it also seemed her reactions and responses were far more active than last time.

She desperately panted for air. It was hard to determine whether the man’s technique had risen to the level of a God, or if it was due to love that any exposure to his touch became stimulation.

“I do not believe in the love of a prostitute.”

“Haa.”

“How can I believe love confessed by a vulgar body that lets smiles fly in every direction?”

They were severely harsh words and since they were whispered softly and sweetly as one did to their lover, it sounded that much crueler. From their conversation, which would have naturally made most frown deeply, Vivian nimbly caught onto a scent.

The scent of money.

This will definitely be a hit in the market…….

Currently, in the Empire, the ideal lover was the man who was different in the day and in the night. The man who brought about this trend was Duke Bron, and it was said that any woman, who had slept with him, would find it impossible to swim out from his charms.

If the Emperor was arrogant without a difference between day and night, that man could be said to be the sweetest gentleman by day and rough without hesitation by night.

No, that’s what she wished were true.