History At The Library Chapter 12

Good, since she'd found new subject matter, it was now time to sc.r.a.p her original ma.n.u.script and undergo some extensive editing!

Vivian organized the novel's story in her head and began to create the appropriate plot and development. She felt like she wanted to cry b.l.o.o.d.y tears at the thought of having to write the novel again from scratch, but it wasn't too terrible when she thought of the quality of the final product. It wasn't as if she was currently in need of money either, so she had a lot of time.

Thatcher, that guy said he couldn't get it up even one bit……. Will he be able to say the same thing with this version of the novel?

“Huh…..I'll make him c.u.m everywhere from just a novel.”

Vivian gripped her fists tightly as she muttered words that others would have never uttered out loud. She returned the stacked books back to their place, sorted the new books, and updated the list of books. Of course, her work would be better described as organizing compared to what the librarians did.

To be honest, there is no other job with this must leisure.

The only sacrifice Vivian made was to come to the library at night and switch her sleeping patterns to sleep in the middle of day rather than at night. Working at the Royal Library included books that were hard to procure, and the work itself was rather leisurely, enough to allow her to idly work on other things in her free time.

The only disadvantage was on the days she held both the night and day s.h.i.+fts, her fatigue would double. It was at that moment when Vivian was dozed on and off and yawned lazily while she ordered the books neatly.

“Haa!”

The familiar moans of a particular woman could be faintly heard further inside of the library.

The sky bore an increasingly dense darkness as the night wore on and even the moonlight was covered by clouds; it was a dark and gloomy night. Despite being a different day, the woman from last week who raised Vivian's imagination was making a similar sound. No, it was the same sound.

It was most definitely the moans of the same woman. She was sure that the sound was so raw that it could sweep one off their feet.

Vivian could feel the chills crawl up her spine at the sound.

That woman had come again!

Could His Majesty have also come?

She couldn't understand why he would leave behind his luxurious palace for the uncomfortable library.

Did he want the unique experience of a rendezvous in the empty library? Perhaps the reason the Emperor made the library available at night was not out of generosity towards the scholars but in order to enjoy his secretive s.e.xual life?

I had no idea. For such a reason…….

She thanked him internally for his hobby.

However, no matter how adventurous, brazen, and shameless Vivian was, she didn't have the guts to peek at His Majesty, the Emperor's, s.e.xual intercourse a second time. If she was caught this time as well, her neck would really fly away.

Though the loss of such an opportunity would be so disappointing that it brought tears to her eyes, keeping her head on her shoulders was not so disappointing. Vivian carefully stood up so that the couple would not notice her.

Chills ran down her back as the moans could be heard at a location far closer than where she had last peeked. If she wasn't careful enough, she was afraid that she would be caught.

When she had almost completely straightened her back, a dangerously low voice growled.

“I heard that His Majesty became drunk with you in this place. How was it? To be pressed down by a man you don't desire like a prost.i.tute and rolled all over the place?”

The wet and rough sounds of thrusting were buried beneath the woman's loud moans. The moment that Vivian heard the man's voice, she knew that he was not the Emperor, and froze in place.

Not only the timbre of his voice, but the tone and att.i.tude were also different. Formal speech was used when one usually respected the other, but the words spoken were so humiliating to the point she doubted her ears for a second.