Chapter 5

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Chapter 5: The First and Second Night (IV)

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Was it a dream?

That was the first thought Sweet Pea had when she woke up.

Was everything last night a dream? Outside the window, the birds were chirping and the sunlight was pouring so warmly onto her face.

Sweet Pea, who could not hide her confusion, slowly raised her upper body and saw the traces under the night slip. There were a lot of red marks left on her chest… huh?

‘Oh, it wasn’t a dream!’

For a moment, Sweet Pea was so surprised that she almost jumped up on the spot. This was her studio and the bedside was empty. As she quickly rewinded her last memory, it seemed like she had passed out after crying and moaning.

‘My thighs… all clean.’

Maybe De Niro cleaned it.

As soon as she thought of him, her face flushed. Oh gosh, it was so good!

‘Yesterday, was that oral sex? I kissed him, and my breasts were caressed.’

She knew more about the process and sequence of sex more than what’s expected. It was a virtue that was taught to her after looking at each book individually.

‘We didn’t go all the way.’

Why was she the only one enjoying it?

It must have been difficult, De Niro.

Sweet Pea was pitying him. Men were very tormented when they couldn’t get their semen out, so how the heck did he survive last night?

(T/N: Pfff!!!! LMAO)

(P/N: Like many other nights, masturbating and having wet dreams about you. LOL.)

She was a little dizzy when she got out of bed, but at the same time, her strength soared. Having fun sex could make one very energized, and it’s true!

“Oh.”

Sweet Pea contemplated how to continue the next meeting with him while clenching her fist and her eyes caught sight of the card neatly placed on the tabletop. Elegant handwriting was scribbled in silver ink on the card. It was the card that De Niro left behind.

<The next meeting will be in a week. See you at the same time.>

“I can’t believe I can only see him once a week. I’m so sad…”

Sweet Pea sighed and fiddled with the card. It would have been better if they had stayed together until morning. He couldn’t do it, because he couldn’t make time during the day.

Fortunately, Sweet Pea wasn’t the type to feel sad because the man she had spent the night with had gone first. Instead, she asked more constructive questions. De Niro, who is he?

‘If I use the power of my family, I will find out easily, but then he will hate it.’

She didn’t want to be hated. He was the best lover.

It was so comfortable to be with De Niro that it was hard to believe that they had just met. It was not strange in even the smallest way. It was as if he knew everything she would say and what she was thinking.

‘Yes, just like Edward…’

Umm.

For a moment, Sweet Pea, who had seen De Niro and Edward overlap, took a deep breath. What nonsense is she thinking again now!

That can’t be true!

‘But why not… right?’

Sweet Pea, who had been in denial, grabbed her tangled hair, and then lifted her head. Come to think about it, why not?

Wouldn’t it be better if De Niro and Edward were the same person?

‘I don’t have to hide it anymore, and it’s even better if the two people I like are the same person…?’

Besides, if Edward was dressing up as De Niro, it meant that he was also interested in her as a person of the opposite sex.

Important person. Friend. Childhood friend. It didn’t just end at that level, but it could go further.

‘Can I really be with Edward like that?’

Perhaps Edward would never know. How much she liked him from an early age.

His shiny hair, white teeth, and neat appearance. And even a dignified and kind appearance.

There wasn’t a single thing she didn’t like about Edward de Warwick.

So, it was probably natural for her to fall for him at an early age.

From the time the two of them sat in the tree house and played mom and dad, she wanted his kindness to be unique only to her. That unrequited love was so long, she probably didn’t even notice that she gave up by the time she realized the difference in status.

No matter how close the two of them were, their status was a wall that could not be crossed.

Edward was suited to marry a princess of a country. Not a daughter of a military minister.

‘However… If Edward was also De Niro. If so…’

Wouldn’t it be better if she told him to take responsibility after they’ve gone to the end?

It was a fairly risky idea, but Sweet Pea was already convinced to some extent. She was caressed by him yesterday, and she inadvertently thought that if he was such a gentle man, he could only be Edward.

Women’s senses were sometimes sharper than one might think, so she might be right.

In the end, Sweet Pea, who had thought about what she liked, soon had a trouble-free face and kissed the card.

Next time, she would have to ask why he hid himself and whether Edward and De Niro were the same person.

Sweet Pea Rabbithall was the daughter of a military minister.

She was a woman who had never learned to back down from a problem she had been deliberating over.

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Edward de Warwick was lying in his bath, his face reddened.

‘I did it. I really did it.’

He covered his face with his two hands and repeated the words over and over again. The image of Sweet Pea’s white flesh couldn’t leave his eyes. The scent of lavender emanated from the soft and supple lips and breasts. He thought he would not be able to maintain his rationality if he took off all his clothes.

‘I could barely stop at the sound of her cries.’

It was doubtful whether he would be able to stop again in the future.

His unrequited love was like a dam on the verge of overflowing. If the water level rose even a little, it would overflow completely, and there would be no way to control this mind. Even now, his obsession with Sweet Pea was dangerous. He was well aware that his level of common sense wasn’t common.

A typical example was to make time to drink tea with her while pretending to be relaxed in a crazy busy schedule.

‘If we get married, we will be able to see each other every day.’

He wonders if that soft skin would be coveted by him every night. Without dropping Sweet Pea from his side, no, he wouldn’t stray from her side, and he could spend every day within her living radius.

Edward stretched out his hand as he glanced at his penis, which had been completely erected by his imagination. It was not surprising that sexual desires were handled so frequently in this way. He always thought of Sweet Pea and masturbated. Some days it’s her pouty lips, other days it’s her smiling face. Another day, imagining the day when she came close to him without fear.

“….Ugh.”

But today was different. Now, he could specifically recall her breasts. The movement of her thighs and her eyes filled with tears. And…

“Ah, Sweet Pea…”

A small, pretty opening that was trembling and wet.

The love fluid ran down her thighs, and Sweet Pea, who did not know what to do, spewed out her love and affection.

As soon as he remembered it, he ejaculated. He didn’t even need a few strokes. Just remembering that one scene gave him a sense of pleasure that ran up his spine.

‘I’m going crazy.’

Edward didn’t know it would be so good if he hadn’t tasted it. He felt like he had been starved when there was such a heavenly dish in front of him. He went wild. Due to him becoming extremely sensitive, he couldn’t get his work done. He was eagerly waiting for the next time they would meet again.

“Huu.”

Edward exhaled a deep breath. One shot was not enough. It seemed that he would have to masturbate two or three more times in the future to satisfy the thing that would stand up again.

Of course, even if it is, it’s not enough to say the least.

‘I didn’t know Sweet Pea was reading that book.’

Edward looked at the reddish brown-covered book lying haphazardly beside his bathtub.

The author of that book was not known. Meaning, it was anonymous.

But Edward knew well who wrote that book.

He couldn’t help but know.

Because the famous writer in the dark was him.

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At first, Edward had no intention of writing. However, as he read Sweet Pea’s manuscript, he suddenly thought of this:

A book was a fictional world. Wouldn’t everything work out the way you want it to?

Books were a world of fantasy. Then, couldn’t this endless unrequited love of his be released in a book?

However, he could not use Sweet Pea as a model for the female lead. Edward projected himself on the male lead and presented a different character each time.

It was not a very long story, so he could just write whenever he had spare time. One volume was completed in no time.

He had no intention of showing it to the world, so he just made and finished a few copies, but the manuscript was leaked. He secretly seized the people involved and found the answer easily.

One of the print shop employees saw his manuscript, copied it by hand, and then distributed it in the dark.

The punishment was extreme, and there was nothing good about knowing who the author was, so Edward buried it.

‘I did, but Sweet Pea read the book I wrote…’

He had the full collection.

That fact should never be known.

Edward sighed briefly and wiped his face. It seemed that there were many difficulties in his path to love.

Credits goes to Anon for translating, Soru for proofreading, and Ame for quality checking.

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