Chapter 69
“Th-the manuscript, Verne, the manuscript, Hnnn…”
“Should I read it while I f*ck you?” he growled.
Why was he suddenly so angry? He was usually so composed, not easily swayed by emotions.
“Don’t even mention the manuscript. Teaching you too well has f*cked up my mood.”
It was a compliment more valuable than any other. His words, though ambiguous, shook her heart. When Julieta giggled softly, Verne bit her lips and thrust into her with renewed vigor, as if splitting her in half.
“Ahh!”
Once again, Julieta’s moans seemed endless.
* * *
Second Salvation
In a single day, Julieta’s novel was approved for publication, and within a week, it hit the shelves, constantly breaking sales records and selling like wildfire.
Two weeks later, with a hefty royalty check in hand, Julieta visited the loan shark’s office.
“Well, if it isn’t the great author.”
The loan shark’s demeanor changed instantly upon smelling the money. Rubbing his hands together like a fly, he circled his desk and sat on the sofa. He crossed his legs arrogantly and beckoned her with a finger.
Just being in the same room with him was nauseating, but Julieta held her composure and sat across from him. She placed a heavy pouch of gold coins on the table.
The loan shark’s grin widened at the sight of the bulging pouch.
“Well, well. Did you catch a good sponsor?”
Ignoring his crude and vulgar words, Julieta spoke firmly.
“That should be enough to reduce the deadline, right? I put in ten times the minimum amount to extend the due date.”
“Of course. Absolutely. But wait, writer. Don’t leave just yet, have a seat.”
As Julieta stood up without hesitation, the man grabbed her hand roughly and forced her back down.
“Let go of me!”
Julieta shook her hand forcefully, but his brutish grip wouldn’t release.
“You’re in quite a hurry. I just want to have a chat. Who knows? If we hit it off, I might extend your deadline significantly, really push it far back.”
Julieta glanced at the man, trying to gauge his true intentions. She stared for a long time but saw not a trace of sincerity. She stood up, rubbing her sore wrist.
“Extend the deadline as much as agreed. I won’t be late on interest payments from now on. I’ll also pay back the principal regularly.”
“That’s a shame. I’d like to see you more often. If you change your mind, let me know, writer. By the way, I’m curious.”
The loan shark kept babbling behind Julieta as she walked out.
“Your descriptions were something else. I almost died from arousal. I had my subordinate read it to me while I f*cked.”
Imagining herself cleaning her ears, Julieta pushed the door open and left the office. She wanted to pay off the debt as quickly as possible.
‘I need to start writing a new novel right away.’
* * *
Julieta immediately began working on her next piece. She knew she had to strike while the iron was hot. The new publisher, with whom she had just signed a contract, urged her to deliver her next work as quickly as possible, promising full support.
She locked herself in a small room and wrestled with her fountain pen all night. But the words often came to a halt.
The problem was her conscious effort to avoid thinking about her intimate moments with Verne. The experience had been ecstatic, but she couldn’t just replicate it in her writing.
Julieta pulled at her hair, writhing in the agony of creation. The words wouldn’t come, yet time flowed relentlessly.
Staring out the window at twilight, Julieta made up her mind and got up. She put on a hat and a cloak-like coat hanging on the wall and went outside.
Having done it once, there’s no reason she couldn’t do it again.
The thought of Verne came to her because he was the only one she had been with. If she lacked experience, she just needed to gain more.
* * *
Julieta found herself at a pub bustling with young people. After several deep breaths to steady herself, she pulled the door open.
The quiet street quickly filled with the lively noise of the pub. The rumor that young people flocked here like flies was no exaggeration.
Julieta moved towards the densely packed area. Unfortunately, there were no empty tables.
“Excuse me, may I sit here if it’s not too much trouble?”
Julieta approached a table where a kindly looking man sat and asked to join him. The man, with drooping eyes and brown hair, looked up at her curiously before nodding.
“Thank you.”
Julieta pulled the empty chair beside him and quietly ordered some food and drink.
It was all well and good that she had decided to seduce a man for s*x, but she had no idea how to go about it. She focused on her meal.
“Hmmm. Is this your first time in a place like this?”
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