Chapter 53 (1/2)

“I thought such things only existed in novels.”

“This is something I really wanted to tell you, but the size of a man’s penis isn’t what matters, you know? It’s more about how compatible it is with you.”

Vivian’s eyes sparkled with an expression of great interest. What’s the chance that a married couple, no, even a sexually active couple, would be sexually compatible? Genitals that fit perfectly together.

As he saw how her attitude changed from when they had talked about dating, Thatcher teased her. “What a surprise. To discuss such matters with me and all.”

“It’s because you always try to instigate a fight with me even though I’m interested, by saying that I don’t have a man.” It was clear that he’d make fun of her by asking what the purpose of knowing was.

“How obscene. Truly, I say, our author loves conversations like this one.”

“Be it females or males, all humans are dormant perverts. If you just polish them, they could all become slaves to pleasure!”

“Vivian, what kind of nonsense are you spouting so confidently now?”

“It was always like that in novels.”

“I told you it doesn’t help to read erotic novels of that kind.” Thatcher was certain without doubt that she read a novel about someone who was raised into a sexual slave or something of the kind. Even though he’d nagged her to be more careful of the books she read because it impacted her writing.

“Are you running away because you’re tired of men?”

“I’m sure one day, I’ll find a man who’ll be able to accept all of me, you know?”

“And what of the man you’re dating now.”

At his words, Vivian thought of Aidan. Since he knew she was the erotic novelist, Perdie, it was likely that he would accept her as she was. However, even if they were lovers, it was only to the point of a contract, and it was unknown if he’d look at her as a woman one day.