The Prince's Taste - Chapter 4.2
She had hoped to live a happy life here, but after sharing a bed with him, all her efforts had gone to waste. The more Judy Esther thought about it, the more her anger boiled over.
“This is all your fault!”
Why did he have to seduce her that night on the terrace while she was drinking? How did he know she was crazy about muscles?
Judy Esther crossed her arms and squinted at Richard’s portrait, glaring at him.
That face is the problem.
“Aah, Richard, here…”
“Ella, what’s the problem?”
“We’re outside. What if someone sees us?”
“It’s my palace.”
Suddenly, the text from the original story flashed through her mind, stirring up her thoughts. This portrait… felt oddly familiar. She remembered now. It was here.
The very location of that steamy scene.
“Richard, your portrait is looking at me.”
“Then it can watch while I take you from behind.”
Ella gasped for air as the pressure of a mass of bloodshot, dark red flesh with prominent veins pushed deep inside her. He ground his hips, shoving his s***t to the hilt. His coarse pubic hair grazed against her backside. Her excited inner walls writhed and clenched his s***t. Richard shuddered as he let out a nasal moan. Perhaps due to the tightening pleasure, his golden eyes were lazily unfocused.
“Damn it! S**t! I read it to the point where I memorized the scene.”
She’d swiped her smartphone screen to the point that her fingertip was practically worn down. She reviewed and reviewed again; naturally, it was seared into her brain. Back then, it hadn’t mattered—Richard wasn’t her man, so she hadn’t cared who he slept with. But now, it felt like she was watching her man cheat on her in real-time.
“Why does it have to be this memory?”
Her fists clenched. While she could blame her preference for high-level scenes, from her standpoint, it was also unfair. She had read many peaceful, family-friendly novels, too! The real problem was that she had been obsessed with “The Secrets of Cinderella’s Climax” right before she transmigrated.
When recalling other novels, at least the story would come to mind.
The issue was that all she could think of regarding *The Secrets of Cinderella’s Climax* were the scenes involving the main characters. And when a story is filled with explicit scenes, of course those are the parts she’d remember. So, this became the biggest shackle preventing Judy Esther from escaping Richard.
“It’s not your fault, Richard. The real culprit is the author who wrote this garbage.”
“Yeah, what crime did you commit? It’s the writer who wrote such garbage.”
Even blaming everything on the author didn’t easily soothe her upset heart.
“Aah, haah, ahh!”
Ella’s body writhed, her hips bucking uncontrollably. Richard’s crimson eyes smoldered with arousal as his muscular arms flexed, driving himself deeper. The lewd squelching of their union reverberated as her pain melted into pleasure, ravenous lust began consuming her reason.
“If Judy Esther finds out.”
“I will handle her…”
“‘I’ll handle her,’ was it? Right. I almost let lust blind me to the truth. You’re the real bastard here, Richard. Heh.”
She momentarily forgot that he was her shitty ex-boyfriend. His impressive “skills” in bed had nearly made her forget the future where he’d stab her in the back.
Judy Esther let out a sinister laugh. The Richard in the portrait stared blankly into space. Even when Judy Esther tried to meet his gaze, his eyes were looking elsewhere.
“That polished, pretty face of yours sure earned its keep.”
The expression on the portrait seemed to say, “I didn’t do anything wrong.” In an instant, Judy Esther’s fist flew at the glossy, lifelike face.
Thud! Crack! The sound of wood splintering snapped Judy Esther back to reality.
“Oh my!”
The scene from the original novel had been enough to rile her up. Richard hadn’t actually cheated on her, but just the thought had made her lose all sense of reason.
Judy Esther was dumbfounded by what she had done.
The face of the portrait was deeply dented. The nose was torn and dangling, while the mouth had completely disappeared. Judy Esther was taken aback and looked down at her fist. Compared to the state of the portrait, her hand was perfectly unscathed. She examined her hand from side to side and muttered,
“Is it ‘sha’ (煞) (evil)?”
In her past life, she had once lightly touched a soju bottle while in a foul mood, and it had shattered into pieces. After hearing that story, her grandmother had said it was because she had ‘sha’—a killing aura. She warned that if she hit another while in a state of ‘sha,’ she could kill them, so she should be careful. At the time, she thought it was nonsense, but now, if her man were to be pressed against another woman’s backside, she could definitely throw a punch filled with ‘sha.’ She now understood why Judy in the original story wielded a knife. Thankfully, the portrait only depicted the upper body; if it had shown the full figure, the lower part would have been utterly destroyed.
