Their History Began in the Library.

Perhaps this “act” that the two were currently indulging in started before today, but this was the first time Vivian caught them in the act. Since ancient times, history was only valuable if it was remembered and recorded by someone.

“Oh, my god!”

Vivian almost dropped the book she was holding. She showed her nimbleness by quickly hiding behind the large bookshelf. As the name ‘The Imperial Library’ suggested, the library in the imperial palace was huge and magnificent. The large bookshelf was enough to cover her small figure.

Did they not hear her footsteps? Though she was suddenly worried about being discovered, Vivian soon dismissed her unnecessary worry. No, she sure that she didn’t get caught. There was no movement from the other party to find her. Vivian was very good at hiding herself. Due to her occupation, she was used to observing others while completely erasing her presence.

…I’m not showing off my ability to hide from others.

“Yes! Ah…ahh…oh!

A restrained groan echoed in the library. The two people thought that they didn’t need to suppress their moans because there was no one else in the library. The noise was so erotic that Vivian’s hair stood on its end. The man urged the woman even more.

“Yes, moan…more for me.”

“Hahh!”

I’m here because this is a public space, Vivian muttered silently in her heart. But she didn’t want to cough or show up in front of them and pull them away from their moment of pleasure. If they had the courage to do this in public, then they probably wouldn’t even be ashamed if they found out that she saw them.

‘Wow, I’ve never seen people do this with my own eyes.’

Vivian covered her mouth with her hand and sighed excitedly. She was still a ****** woman; She hadn’t even had the chance to hold a man’s hand. This was the first time Vivian had personally seen a man and woman connected with each other. Vivian had only heard, read, and written about this.

Although her reaction to this situation was like that of a teenager who was first introduced to sex, she was excited for another reason.

‘Isn’t this the perfect material for my book?’

How could someone dare to do such an indecent thing in a place like this? Those who were able to set foot in the Imperial Night Library either had the status of a noble or above, or they obtained permission directly from the emperor. Otherwise, they must’ve obtained permission to enter the Imperial Night Library from the sages of the Sage Tower.

I should thank them for doing something so bold in the library at this late hour.

Vivian decided to be bolder. She removed a few books from the bookshelf so she could observe them through the gap. She moved very carefully so that she didn’t make any noise.

The first thing she saw was their ***** body that was covered in sweat. Even though it was nighttime, their fair skin sparkled thanks to the intense exercise they were doing. The woman’s slender back was covered with messy blonde hair as she rode the man like a skilled dancer. The blonde’s arched back, revealing the dreamy expression she had on her face. This was intense.

Oh my. Vivian let out a soundless exclamation as her thoughts raced. How did she shed her dress in public when it was unknown who and when someone might find them? Besides, it was probably quite difficult to undress herself. In any case, they didn’t appear to be people of ordinary brazenness. They were here because either they were blind with lust or they didn’t care if they were found.

To be honest, it didn’t matter which of the two they were. Right now, right here, she was nothing more or less than a student burning with the passion to study.

Vivian took out her small, portable notebook and pen tip that she always carried around. She also took out an ink bottle and crouched on the floor.

The Maestro of Erotic Novels, ‘Perdi’.

An author whose fame was so large that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say there would not be a person within the Astia Empire who had not seen his novels. No one would have guessed, let alone know, that the ‘Perdi’, whose entire background, save for his pen name, was veiled in secrecy, would actually be the Royal Palace’s night librarian Vivian.

She, too, had no intention of ever letting her identity become public.

And now, this ‘Perdi’ would not stay still like a sack of wheat in front of a scene such as this one. Vivian held up the pen tip with an expression that suggested she wanted to hum a melody. She dipped it in ink and let it race across the pages.

‘How timely.’

Scritch. Scritch. A small sound that did not reach those two resounded through the library.

An author through and through, Vivian, who would turn twenty-four this year, would turn even the small talk between her acquaintances and herself into material for her novels.

‘This seems like it would turn into a great scene.’

Vivian’s eyes came together to further scrutinize the scene beyond the small hole.

She had thought the woman would simply ride on top of the man unyieldingly, but to be more accurate, the man, who laid underneath, was pumping his hips upwards. It was with a force so strong that she could hear the wet sounds between them, and the thrusting grew increasingly fast.

In any case, it appeared the woman tended to be more passive in sexual matters. Or perhaps the man was forcing himself on the woman without consideration of her opinions.

‘Perhaps it’s both?’

It could clearly be seen that the big hands that firmly held onto the woman’s hips were controlling the movement up and down.

“Hah, ha! Ha, n, no!”

“Ha, you don’t like it?”

For a second, the man’s movements stopped abruptly. At the same time, the woman let out a small ‘haa’, spilling out a long moan as her shoulders started to tremble. Apparently, as the man had come to a stop, he had stimulated her sensitive spots before coming to a stop. Vivian believed the woman’s tears were spilling down one by one from her cheek onto the man’s firm abdomen.

“Your top is rejecting me, but your bottom is holding me tightly and seems to have no thought of letting go. What are you telling me to do?”

“Hah!”

Smack! Once the man brought down the woman’s hips while thrusting, the woman let out a coquettish moan and her body shivered. After that, the loud sounds of thrusting echoed throughout the inside of the library, and at every ******, the woman’s seductive moans grew louder.

“Tell me that you don’t like it now.”

“Ah…”

“You should tell me what you really want. I’ll stop if you want me to.”

The man acted as if he was being generous, but he definitely didn’t seem to have any intention of slowing down. Vivian didn’t know why, but she didn’t say no. Instead, she didn’t appear to have the freedom to speak with how hard she was gasping for air.

Besides, from the actions just now, it appeared the woman had clamped down as the man was impatiently ****** his hips forward with even more force.

“Ha, I feel like I’m going crazy.”

The man’s breathing also grew rough.

“I brought it all upon myself.”

And the whispers so dark it made one’s hairs stand on end. Neither his lines nor his behavior was average.

‘I thought such things only existed in novels.’

To think the first sexual intercourse I’d see would be like this. Unexpectedly, it seemed the carnal relationships that seemed to pop out of novels were rather common in the world.

‘…Hmm, there’s no way that’s true.’

If it was so, then women would have no reason to go wild over such erotic novels.

——The relationships in erotic novels don’t exist in reality. There are no such men. I believe that erotic novels should be separated into romance and fantasy.

Vivian recalled the banter between two madams she heard in passing. No matter how she thought about it, the only conclusion she could come to was that she was rather lucky today.

As her eyes sparkled, Vivian let her pen tip dance across the page. The combination of the man’s experience and the woman’s pure and innocent responses to how he handled her, was pure gold. If these two were characters in a novel, they would have been fated partners, no – fated lovers. They fit the roles of an erotic novel’s female and male protagonists perfectly.

Vivian thought of how she wished to interview that man if the opportunity showed itself.  She knew if she missed the chance, she would punch the ground in regret. Of course, before she could even let the syllable ‘in’ of the word ‘interview’ out of her mouth, she knew that she would be treated as a pervert and have her head separated from her body. As Vivian thought about the repercussions of her idea, she quickly ceased thinking about the interview.

Hah! The woman’s waist bent backwards again. Vivian observed how the woman’s sweat ran down the beautiful arch of her back as she turned pliant in the man’s arms. As she saw this scene, ideas gushed out of Vivian’s brain like a freshwater spring. All of a sudden, Vivian was so touched that she almost cried.

How had she not thought of this method before? The burden of the writer’s block she bore for months with no end in sight, which made her unable to write a single letter for her novel, felt as if it had disappeared into thin air.

I do feel a little guilty for acting like a lustful pervert, but…

No – wasn’t this merely the struggle of a writer as they gathered materials of inspiration from beginning to end of the novel?

Those people, too, wouldn’t have not known there was a night librarian present in the first place.

As an adult, if one was unable to keep public order, it was only natural that they bear the consequences, Vivian thought, as she threw off her feelings of guilt.

In reality, the reason she had been so brazen tonight was because the fountain of ideas where she drew inspiration from, had run dry. Vivian couldn’t pen her new novel out of nothing.

Vivian frowned as she recalled the conversation with a certain someone a few days prior.

***

“This is my limit.”

Vivian threw the manuscript onto the table, and as if she wanted to avoid the upcoming nagging. She turned around, walked to the sofa with heavy steps, and sat down with a huff. With her night job at the library, she didn’t have the chance to get a wink of sleep in the last couple days and felt as though she would collapse at a moment’s notice.

She even tried to put on a pitiful appearance with those dark, heavy bags underneath her eyes. However, the president of the Malicornia Publishers and Perdi’s manager, Thatcher flipped through the manuscript and opened his mouth with a stony face that showed no semblance of pity.

“Miss Perdi.”

Unlike usual, he had even used a title. Vivian shook her head back and forth as if she wanted to say, ‘Whatever! I don’t care!’ Ah, I don’t hear you, I don’t hear you. I’m on the brink of exhaustion and death right now.

“Seeing your reaction, it seems you, too, understand the problem.”

Thatcher put down the manuscript with a slam, and gazed at Vivian, who looked away and blocked her ears on purpose. His deep sigh was ignored by her.