Meanwhile, Alto went into the bathroom, unzipped his pants and took out his member, swollen as if it would burst.
“Damn it.”
He was so aroused that sticky precum dribbled from the tip of his cock. After a few rough strokes, it, already at its limit, spurted thick semen into the air.
Even after releasing once, his fully aroused member showed no sign of calming down. Alto continued stroking it, his face stained with all manners of depravity and guilt. Meanwhile, his pale, slender hand bulged sharply and coarsely, and dense grey hair sprouted across the smooth skin.
There was no need to look in a mirror to know what he looked like. Alto tightly shut his eyes.
‘If Viviana saw me like this, she’d faint.’
[The moment your hideous side is exposed, you’ll be cast aside forever.]
His grandfather’s urgent warnings rang in his ears. Alto clenched his teeth, and a beastly growl slipped out.
“This is not beautiful.”
✦ ✦ ✦
Morning came again, and the sun that rose yesterday appeared once more. Yet to Viviana, that sun felt completely new.
‘I was really shocked yesterday.’
She thought her feelings would settle after a night’s sleep, but they didn’t settle at all. Her heart was still pounding loudly. Viviana fanned herself with her hand. Her face had turned bright red, like a boiled octopus.
‘To think that a neat, composed man like Alto could do something like that.’
Honestly, she hadn’t expected him to be able to. Alto was always so proper. In all their time as husband and wife, Viviana had never once seen even a single button on his shirt out of place.
And yet, that man had spread her legs and licked between them. The sight was a huge shock to Viviana.
But she didn’t dislike it. On the contrary, she liked it.
‘I never knew Alto could do something like that.’
It felt like she was facing a completely unfamiliar person. But she wasn’t afraid at all. In fact, the thought that she was the one who had unsettled that prim and proper man made her heart race.
‘I wonder what new things await us today.’
Viviana came outside, brimming with anticipation. As if hearing the voice in her heart, she ran into Alto the moment she stepped out
“It’s a good morning.”
"That's right.”
The brief greeting didn’t really bother her. Alto had always greeted her that way. What grated on Viviana’s nerves more was his face.
‘Alto’s expression is awfully dark.’
When he heard the rumour that the territory had been flooded, his expression was exactly like that.
But nothing so serious had actually happened to the family, and in the end, the reason Alto wore such a gloomy expression was entirely because of what had happened yesterday.
Startled, Viviana hunched her shoulders.
‘C-could it be?! Is it because I enjoyed myself yesterday and Alto didn’t?!’
Yesterday, Viviana had completely entrusted herself to Alto and simply stayed still. Alto had actively tried to get closer, and for her, just keeping up with his actions had already been too much. The only reason she could think of for Alto’s grim expression since morning was that.
‘Come to think of it, even when he returned to my room, his face looked downcast.’
‘So, what am I supposed to do?’
Just then, as Viviana anxiously bit her lip, Alto reached out and traced her lower lip with his index finger. Startled, Viviana stopped biting and lifted her head. Her face, wide-eyed like a fool, was reflected in Alto’s ruby-red eyes.
“Viviana.”
“Y-yes!”
"You look beautiful today as well."
“Th-thank you. Y-you, too…”
Just as she was about to say, 'You, too, look great,’ Alto whipped his head around and swiftly passed by her.
"I have a lot of work, so I’ll excuse myself first."
Viviana blinked in disbelief.
‘You just avoided me right now, didn’t you?’
Alto Fortuna never interrupted others or just brushed past them. If he passed by like that, it was definitely intentional.
‘It wasn’t just my imagination.’
It was clear that he was uncomfortable around her.
Sensing something strange between the two, the maid Leta subtly approached and asked Viviana.
"My lady, did something happen between you and the young master yesterday?"
"What do you mean?”
Even to Viviana’s ears, her reply sounded stiff. Leta tilted her head and asked.
"The young master seems different from usual, doesn’t he?"
"Does he look that way to you, too?"
"Yes. He seems a little gloomy, I’d say?"
If it looked that way to Leta, too, then it wasn’t just her imagination. Viviana let out a deep, earth-shaking sigh.
"What am I supposed to do?"
Leta believed that the relationship between the two had improved considerably. She had watched them on their date, and just yesterday, they had shared dinner and a conversation in the bedroom as soon as they returned. So she thought Viviana couldn’t be at fault.
"Wouldn’t the young master be pleased just to have you by his side, my lady? Not right now, but a little later, you could bring him some sweet tea while he's in the study. You could talk to him while you're there."
Viviana, aware that the conversation they had in the bedroom last night wasn’t merely ordinary talk but a conversation of the body, found it difficult to agree with that answer. Yet, even if the process was flawed, the conclusion was correct.
"…Yes. That would be best."
After all, the two of them needed to talk.
If she followed Leta’s advice, she could give Alto a break without interrupting his work, while also having a conversation with him naturally.
‘Lemonade is the best way to relieve fatigue. I should have some prepared.’
And if Alto were to say he was dissatisfied with how one-sided things were yesterday…
‘I need to discuss that with him as well.’
‘But what on earth am I supposed to do?’
Viviana rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought.
In the meantime, oblivious to Viviana’s complicated feelings, Leta asked, her eyes shining brightly.
"My lady, by any chance, did you read it yesterday?"
“What?”
"The book you bought yesterday — there’s a scene where they have sex in the study."
“…Is that so?”
Viviana’s interest was piqued, and she leaned in to listen. As always, Leta really seemed to know a lot.
✦ ✦ ✦
Under Leta’s enthusiastic promotion, Viviana put aside the book she had been reading and picked up the one she had received yesterday. This book was only half the length of the previous one, so she finished it in just an hour.
Viviana, having read every word to the very last page, closed the book with a flushed face.
‘The world really is full of things I don’t know.’
Since she had started reading romance novels, Viviana had lost count of how many times she’d had this thought. She traced the seemingly plain, respectable cover with her fingers and reflected on the story.
‘Crawling under the study desk to suck a man’s cock… This is really beyond anything I could have imagined. And even pressing it between her breasts…’
Leta explained that these days, many romance novels featured women who actively enjoyed sexual pleasure. If novels filled with carefully detailed scenes of the male protagonist tenderly pleasuring the heroine were considered 'traditional,' there were also many readers who preferred stories in which the female protagonist took initiative and acted on her own.
‘I couldn’t do it. Just imagining it makes me feel like I’d faint.’
Viviana buried her flushed, almost steaming face in the book. Somehow, this thought also came to her.
‘…I wonder if Alto would like something like that?’
Judging by what was written in the novels, men probably liked this kind of foreplay too. But she couldn’t be certain.
When reading novels, penetration seemed like the most blissful act in the world, but the penetration Viviana actually experienced wasn’t beautiful at all — it certainly didn’t feel like floating on air.
If anything, it made her feel even more ashamed — not just of herself, but of the acts she had shared with her husband.
Recalling her married life from her past, Viviana couldn’t help but shrink back. Still, she forced herself to shake her head and brush the memory away.
‘That was my past life. Alto and I have already changed a lot since then.’
If one didn’t take action, then nothing would change. Yet even the smallest change in behaviour could profoundly transform a relationship. This was what Viviana had learned through her regression.
‘Right. Alto made an effort yesterday. Today, I’ll be the one to reach out.’
Why was his face so grim? Was it because of her — or was it something else entirely? She wanted to talk about it, one thing at a time.
‘Then something will change again.’
Steeling herself, Viviana followed Leta’s advice and brought lemonade to the study where Alto was working.
Alto’s aide widened his eyes in surprise at seeing Viviana, then quickly smiled and said he’d go get lunch before leaving. Viviana carefully stepped into the study and called out to Alto, who was diligently working.
“Alto.”
“Yes, Viviana.”
Alto answered diligently, yet his gaze never met Viviana’s. Feeling a strange mix of disappointment and awkwardness, she approached him and held out the tray with the lemonade.
“Take a break and have some of this.”
"Just leave it there."
Alto had seen her bring the drink, so he could have put down his pen and looked at her, yet he continued to act indifferent. Intimidated by his demeanour, Viviana set the tray down and prepared to leave.
She took a few steps, then stopped. A thought suddenly arose within her.
'Then it’s no different from how it’s been until now, right?'
If she gave up and backed away just because he spoke coldly, nothing would be any different from before. Viviana slowly turned around. At that moment, she caught sight of Alto quickly turning his head — almost as if he had been watching her back the whole time. He wasn’t busy; he avoided meeting her gaze simply because he felt awkward around her. In that moment, Viviana finally understood.
‘I don’t know why you’re avoiding me like this.’
But she wouldn’t let things continue like that any longer. A bright smile spread across Viviana’s face as she spoke in a gentle tone.
“Is this something you can’t step away from right now?”
“Uh… yes.”
‘Liar.’
Somehow, a stubborn determination welled up inside her. Viviana wrapped the hem of her skirt around her hand and held on. As the long skirt rode up, a breeze brushed against her calves. Seeing Viviana suddenly expose her legs, Alto furrowed his brows.
“Viviana?”
"Keep working. Don’t mind me."
“What are you doing right now?”
“We agreed to follow along, remember? Just like it says in the book.”
Viviana crawled under the desk. It was something she hadn’t even done in her reckless childhood, and it made her inexplicably excited — perhaps because of the naughty things she might do next.
‘What’s the big deal? He even licked between my legs yesterday.’
So she could do it too. Crawling under the desk, Viviana positioned herself between Alto’s legs and, with a mischievous smile, touched the front of his pants. Only then did Alto realise what she was about to do, and he went pale as he shouted.
"Viviana!"
Kneeling between Alto’s legs, Viviana easily undid his pants button. When Alto waved his hands as if to stop her, Viviana slapped the back of his hand.
“Get to work. You said you couldn’t step away from it.”
She realised for the first time that such a sharp and firm voice could come from her own mouth. Alto flinched like a child being scolded. Seizing the moment, Viviana tugged at his underwear. As if on cue, his fully erect cock sprang out. Startled, Viviana blinked, then pouted.
‘Your face looks so composed, and yet you’re this fully erect?’
She felt a flicker of spite and, at the same time, wanted to torment him all the more. With one hand, she carefully grasped his cock.
‘It’s hot.’
She felt a feverish heat, a warmth unlike that of her hand. Viviana, rubbing the cock she couldn’t fully enclose with one hand, tilted her head in puzzlement.
'Can I swallow this?'
In the novel she had just been reading, the male protagonist grabbed the female protagonist’s head with both hands and drove his cock deep down her throat.
'If I do that, it feels like my throat will tear.'
As she measured the size of his cock against her mouth, Alto let out a moan.
"Viviana, please..."
“I told you to work.”
"This act is far too indecent."
Indecent, my foot.
‘The fact that you’re so stiff like this means you want it too, doesn’t it?’
His cock, veins bulging, looked painful. It was laughable that he was going on about things like indecency.
'Let’s see if you can keep talking like that.'
Out of pointless stubbornness, Viviana parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth.
The hot, hard cock pressed down on her tongue and pushed inward. Even with only the glans barely swallowed, her mouth already felt full. From the tip, a fishy pre-cum trickled out. Viviana faintly knit her brow.
'Strange taste.'
It was slick like honey, yet without its sweetness — it was a truly strange taste. Yet the hot rush filling her mouth made her heart pound.
Her gaze shifted to Alto’s hand, clenched tightly with veins standing out. Seeing it tremble as if he were holding something back, she somehow felt proud.
'You seem to be enjoying it.'
Realising he was feeling pleasure and restraining himself like that gave her the courage to act on impulse. Viviana slowly moved her head back and forth, trying to take more of his cock into her mouth, just like in the novel.
A wet, slurping sound echoed lewdly in her ear. Though there was still a good length left, just having it near the back of her throat made Viviana’s breath catch, and she couldn’t swallow any further. Instead, she teased the tip with her tongue, flicking and sucking at the slit of the glans.
"Ngh."
A low moan sounded above her head. For Viviana, still fumbling with how to take the head of his cock into her mouth, it was a reassuring sign — it meant she was actually giving him pleasure.
‘In the novel, it went deep into the throat.’
This much was already overwhelming, so could she really take it that deep?
'Let's try.'
Viviana squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed, forcing the cock into her mouth as deep as she could. The thick glans slid past her mouth and brushed against the tender membrane of what felt like a firmly closed spot at the far end.
"Keok!"
Unaccustomed to it, Viviana gagged and reflexively pulled her head back. In that instant, a large hand clamped down on the back of her head.
"Keuht!"
With a low moan, a viscous liquid spilled into Viviana’s mouth. The astringent, fishy taste made her swallow half and spit out the rest.
"Viviana!"
Alto shouted her name like a scream, shoving his chair back and crawling under the desk. His face, flushed bright red, was beaded with sweat.
A large hand brushed over Viviana’s face, smeared with semen. Then, as if unable to endure the stimulation any longer, he sprang up and fled.
Thudududud!
The sound of his running footsteps echoed in her ears. Left alone beneath the desk, she wiped her lips with her sleeve. Semen wasn’t something she could call tasty, not even jokingly, yet a strange, inexplicable sense of pride made a faint, silly smile spread across her face.
'Cute.'
What came to her mind was none other than Alto’s flustered face — a face that couldn’t hide his feelings, laid bare for all to see.
'I made him look like that.'
Feeling oddly triumphant, Viviana burst out laughing.
✦ ✦ ✦
The foolishly earnest man, who had panicked and fled that morning, came earnestly to Viviana’s bedroom by nightfall.
Wearing nothing but a thin slip, without even underwear, Viviana sat on the bed and spoke first to Alto, who stood at the door, unable to leave.
"Why are you standing so far away?"
"Viviana."
Alto’s expression looked as if his throat were being strangled. The sight of him staring in fear at a woman half his size was striking.
He spoke to Viviana in a heavy voice.
“Please make a promise to me. Promise that you won’t do anything like what happened this morning.”
Viviana lifted her head and stared straight into the dimly glowing red eyes. Her answer had already been decided.
“No.”
"Viviana!"
"I don’t see why I should make that promise."
"It’s for your own safety."
“No.”
Safety? As if one could die from having sex. Viviana couldn’t agree with that. If anything, doing it like that would be so dull and miserable, she'd die of boredom instead. In fact, she already had.
Viviana tapped the bed with her palm as she spoke. When she shifted the way her legs were crossed, the slip that had been covering half her thighs rode up, subtly exposing the area he had tasted once, the day before.
“If you’re just going to say such nonsense, get on the bed already.”
"...If you keep provoking me, you'll regret it."
“I’ve had my fill of regret for years. And I’ve learned that if you do nothing, all you’ll be left with is regret.”
Viviana reached her hand out toward him.
"Come here, Alto."
Alto took her hand as if spellbound.
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