When That Door Opens - Chapter 68

“Let… me go.”

It was only when she spoke in a hoarse, broken voice that Verne released his grip. Julieta collapsed weakly. Tears streamed down the corners of her eyes. Verne sensed her flinch.

Julieta realized.

The e****c novels she wrote were mere kindling.

She had never known nor written about such passionate s*x, filled with burning desire from head to toe. Self-loathing engulfed her.

She began to sob.

“Crying after s*x is a turn-off. Crying during it, though, I like that.”

Verne gently caressed the corners of her eyes and spoke. She felt an urge to be coddled by him, who had become tender after s*x. Julieta sobbed against his chest.

“Does it hurt? I tried to be careful since it was your first time.”

Even Verne wasn’t sure of himself. At first, he was careful. But midway through, he lost control. Feeling guilty, he stayed with her instead of immediately washing up, which he usually preferred after s*x.

“It’s not that, *sniffle*.”

“Didn’t you learn anything?”

Julieta shook her head.

“Then why are you crying?”

He knew there was no reason for her to cry. She realized her novels were a mess, and she wanted to write better. But tears spilled out, leaving her confused.

She wanted to write well.

Not for money, but to satisfy readers, to make them grip their manhoods and caress their parts while reading.

Julieta looked at Verne seriously.

“Let’s do it again.”

He smiled broadly. His cool laughter was incredibly seductive, perhaps because they were both naked.

* * *

After that, they spent a week having s*x at Verne’s mansion. They were together regardless of place or time. Julieta was always naked, and so was Verne.

Their days were spent writing whenever inspiration struck and having s*x whenever their eyes met. Then they would return to writing.

“That part isn’t good.”

Julieta revised when Verne pointed it out,

“This expression is nice.”

She hummed happily at his praise.

“Let’s change this sentence like this.”

He genuinely helped her with her writing. She appreciated the sentences that flowed from his rough hands more than his touch.

“You write better than I expected.”

Although their intimate sessions were usually initiated by Verne, there were times when Julieta took the lead. She felt a strange jealousy towards the paper when Verne was engrossed in his writing.

Having s*x, writing, eating, having s*x and barely sleeping. Finally, Julieta’s novel was finished. By then, she and Verne had grown considerably closer. Verne was the first to reach out.

“Hand it over.”

“What?”

“Let me see it one last time.”

Though he had been reviewing the novel throughout its creation, showing him the completed manuscript was still embarrassing. She hid it behind her back. The manuscript contained her experiences, desires, and arousal.

“Believe it or not, I’m more responsible than I appear. I need to see if I taught you well, don’t I?”

Verne snatched the manuscript from her. By the time Julieta cried out in protest and reached for it, he was already flipping through the pages at a distance.

For a while, the only sounds in the room were their breathing and the turning of pages. His furrowed brow never relaxed.

‘Is it not good this time either?’

She had thought it went well, as she wrote without any blocks.

Thud. The manuscript landed on the table. Verne, emanating a fierce aura, strode towards Julieta.

Instinctively, she backed away until her back hit the wall. He placed his hand on the wall beside her face.

His eyes were filled with desire. Julieta knew what would happen next. She slipped off her robe, and Verne grabbed her legs, wrapping them around his waist. His large member entered her still-slick entrance from their earlier session just two hours ago.

“Ah.”

Thinking she had gotten used to him was a mistake. The tightness made it difficult for both of them.

“Shall we try it as you wrote? ‘Janet spread her legs herself.’ Spread them, Julieta.”

He gripped her but**cks and spread them apart.

“Don’t!”

“‘Victor’s c*ck was sucked into Janet’s pu**y. The thick shaft scraped her walls.’ Ah, you wrote this about my c*ck, didn’t you?”

His half-inserted c*ck suddenly thrust deep into her.

“Verne.”

Gripping his shirt tightly and clenching her vag**al muscles, Verne let out a pained groan.

“Ugh.”

“Slowly, please. I can’t keep my balance.”

Julieta pleaded, but her words didn’t reach the excited Verne. He lifted her other leg. Verne pushed her against the wall, her legs dangling in the air.

Her entrance, anticipating pleasure, spilled copious juices. As his member slid halfway out and then back in repeatedly, the thick fluids dripped down, soiling the carpet below.