âWhy is Brother here again?â
Aris, who had been waiting for her gigolo with a pounding heart, had an intuition as soon as she saw Evan who opened the door and entered.
That her own plans had gone awry.
âOther people are having a good time with the gigolo!â
Itâs nothing to go so far for.
Hasnât he heard vividly what Leonhardt is doing with courtesans in the room next door just today?
âLie down.â
Contrary to her anger, Arisâ body steadily went to bed and laid down as Evan instructed.
No matter how rebellious Aris was, she was already twenty-two years old.
She knew that her own life stemmed from the maintenance of her dignity, which her brother, Evan, provided.
She even knew that she was being paid more than any lady.
âTomorrow, I will not call a gigolo to my house, but I will have to spend time outside.â
As she had come this far, she felt like she shouldnât not do something because it was unfair.
It was okay if it wasnât night.
She can do it even during the day!
âDonât think about useless things and go to sleep.â
ââ¦â¦ It is not useless.â
âThis is the last warning, Aris.â
âWarning?â
âDonât try to call a gigolo home any more.â
âYes.â
Aris replied meekly.
She was going to meet outside anyway, so she didnât mind her brotherâs warning not to call it home.
âBrother, after I got married later,â
âAre you going to get married?â
Is this what youâre talking about now?
To be honest, some of her friends went from Count Lady to Marchioness.
Itâs already been two years since her friend got married.
âAre you going to take me with you for the rest of your life?â
âThereâs nothing I canât do.â
Aris was originally going to say that she would call a gigolo home after she got married, and what to do if she got a divorce, and that she wanted to call gigolo in advance, to prevent it from happening.
But she decided to change her question a bit after Evan said that he would take her for the rest of her life.
âThen you wonât kick me even if I call a gigolo?â
Evanâs beauty was wrinkled.
That was a bad sign.
One of Evanâs greatest strengths is that he can hide facial expressions almost completely.
However, if there was a wrinkle between his forehead, that means he was extremely angry.
âBr, brother.â
âDid you ever wonder what you were going to do with the gigolo?â
âNo, thatâ¦â¦.â
âRight, Aris was curious about what you were going to do with the gigolo, and I donât like the  gigolo coming. If thatâs the case, shouldnât this brother tell you?â
Evan smiled coldly as he pulled the blanket.
Evanâs face, with his back to the moonlight, was not clearly visible, but she could tell.
Evan was probably never this mad at her, even if she said she killed someone.
âBrother will tell me, what do you meanâ¦â¦.â
Confused Aris tried to stop him belatedly, but Evan did not pretend to listen.
âIf the gigolo had come, he would have laid you down and kissed your lips. Like this.â
Evanâs lips overlapped hers.
Arisâs mouth, startled by the sudden kiss, opened in surprise, and Evanâs tongue entered her mouth as if waiting.
He steadily indulged in Arisâs mouth, who couldnât get her head around what was going on.
âAnd take off the gown you are wearing.â
Evan exhaled a warm breath from a distance close enough to touch her nose, pulling the end of the knot tied around her waist.
Aris hurriedly stopped him and shouted.
âBr, brother! Why are you doing this!â
âHave I not already explained why you are doing this?â
âWe, we are a family. No, Brother!â
However, Evan didnât care and untied the knot in Arisâs gown.
Then, her white underwear appeared.
âKyaak!â
âYou were going to show this to the gigoloâ¦â¦.â
At Evanâs low voice, Aris shrank unknowingly.
ââ¦â¦ If the gigolo had come, he would have taken off your underwear.â
When Evanâs fingertips untied the ribbon that was holding Arisâ underwear, a silver-gray pubic hair the same color as her hair appeared.
Aris tried to cover it with her hand, but it was quicker for Evanâs finger, which had already pushed one of her thighs, to slip between her legs.
âHe must have put his finger inside your body.â
âUgh!â
âDoes it hurt? Of course it will hurt. You didnât know it would hurt. Didnât the book tell you how much it hurts?â
Aris had no time to feel his touch.
It was because she had already been intimidated and had no previous experience.
There was no way she could feel anything underneath because it was just sore without any caress.
As if nothing had happened, he pulled his fingers out of her pubic area only when he saw that the pain had brought tears to Arisâ eyes.
âIf you had known, you would give up on the gigolo nowâ¦â¦.â
âBrother.â
Evan, who was about to get his body up, fastened Arisâ robe neatly again and covered her with the duvet, then stopped.
âWhich gigolo shoves their fingers without caressing?â
âWhat?â
âDid you really think I didnât know anything?â
Aris jumped up from her bed, sat down, and put her robe on.
On the contrary, Aris hardened her heart with Evanâs actions like this.
The one that didnât know was Evan, not her.
So thatâs why he must have done such a reckless act.
She didnât want to know anything like her brother.
So, she wanted to spend the night properly by calling a gigolo.