It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 12
Dantère Ortatum, in particular, was the worst of them.
His ambition was to bed every woman in the capital.
A man who would lose his mind at the sight of a skirt.
And his latest target? The heroine of this story, Vivian Luanax.
She was stunningly beautiful and sweetly innocent, but her untouchable status as a high-ranking noblewoman made her all the more irresistible to him.
Ultimately, Dantère never became Vivian’s first man.
That went to the kind yet cunning male lead who appeared later, Ardin Silias.
Still, Dantère wasn’t one to dwell on disappointment. When he finally spent a night with Vivian, he didn’t even have the clarity of mind to wonder whether she was untouched.
After an unbelievably rapturous night…
Dantère, like many of his ilk, fell head over heels for her.
Even while denying his feelings, he found himself unable to seek pleasure from any other woman.
His days of promiscuity came to an abrupt end.
Through countless attempts and failures, Dantère Ortatum eventually realized the truth:
He had fallen for Vivian.
The love he had so often mocked in others had ensnared him.
But could Vivian, now fully aware of what kind of man Dantère truly was, ever bring herself to trust him?
Vivian, no longer the innocent girl she once was, ruthlessly pushed Dantère away.
The more she resisted, the more desperate Dantère became to win her over. To gain even a sliver of her trust, he went so far as to cruelly”clean up” the other women in his life.
Truly, there wasn’t a greater madman.
After living a life of unbridled debauchery, he now lashed out at innocent women.
And yet, did Vivian ever come to understand Dantère’s feelings?
Honestly, I don’t know.
Just as the male protagonists began to atone for their countless sins, and the story reached its most gripping point, I lost access to the novel.
But that wasn’t the issue at hand.
Right now, the most pressing matter was choosing my words carefully to ensure Dantère Ortatum lost interest in me entirely.
I absolutely cannot come across as naive.
Though I’d never been in a romantic relationship in either my past or present life, letting that slip would only make Dantère more insistent.
Fortunately, I had some confidence in my ability to act.
The sheer number of explicit novels I’d consumed was staggering. If it was remotely popular among readers, I’d bought and read it. I was, after all, a true veteran of the R-rated romance genre.
Pretending to be composed shouldn’t be difficult.
Still, I couldn’t risk appearing unseemly for a priest—it might ruin my chances of returning to the monastery.
“I find it difficult to discern the intention behind your question.”
The best approach was to seem like a dull, disinterested woman who wasn’t worth his time.
“As a healing priestess of the church, I merely fulfill my duties.”
I delivered my answer to his question about Lionel without hesitation, then lowered my gaze, standing still.
“Hm… so, you’re saying no?”
Even as he muttered to himself, Dantère didn’t let up on the maid. He toyed with her peaked chest as though it were a plaything and bit along the exposed line of her neck.
“Ah… ngh!”
The maid’s moans grew increasingly laden with pleasure, making it harder not to glance their way.
The sofa was positioned almost directly in line with the door of the sitting room, making it impossible to avoid seeing them entirely if one so desired. Their tangled forms were partially obscured by her skirt, but the sight left little to the imagination.
So that’s what that kind of expression looks like.
The”ecstatic expressions of women” I had only read about in books looked far more blissful than I’d ever imagined.
She must have been one of Vivian’s maids—someone whose face I must have seen in passing at least once. Yet she looked completely unfamiliar now.
Though she was clearly the one who had invited me in moments earlier, it seemed she had entirely forgotten my presence.
Despite knowing full well the peril of engaging in such an act in her mistress’s private sitting room, the maid had abandoned all sense of fear and doubt, chasing even greater pleasure with fervent movements of her hips.
“This is strange. For that, it’s just too….”
Dantère’s gaze, as he thrust in tandem with the maid, started to shift in my direction again. Sensing it, I quickly averted my eyes.
“He didn’t seem like that kind of guy, though.”
