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You Think I Won't Talk?

Elizabeth, a girl with an unusual personality is reincarnated into the body of a mute woman in what appeared to be medieval times. However, the people surrounding her seemed familiar. She had transmigrated as the dead villainess's older sister in a +19-rated novel she read long ago in her past life. Marianne, the previous owner of the body, had a tragic past. Abused by his obsessed older brother and little sister, the part of her soul left in the body doesn't give Elizabeth freedom. Now she will discover the truth behind Marianne's condition, experience unknown feelings, and recall her past to overcome these new difficulties. 'I'm gonna go crazy...how is it that this girl didn't even have her name mentioned in the novel?... some authors really are idiots...' _________________________________ Give some love to my other book too ^^~ • Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure * To find my book you have to either search the title or my pen name. It will not show on my profile. _________________________________ TAGS: #R18 #SlowPaced, #Romance, #Smut, #Medieval, #Trauma, #Father&Daughter... (Sigh... so many tags... do emphasise #SlowPaced ^^) _________________________________ This is an original Story ^^ Author: XimenoideX

XimenoideX · Fantasy
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592 Chs

Chapter 477

"Fuhh… I fear… that was I to tell the depth of my intentions… the lady would feel scared… for it is not… simple friendship… much less simple courting that I am… looking from yourself, Lady Marianne." — Zeleskiaz, feeling as dazed by the emotions while the lady sighed breathlessly as they felt drawn to each other's lips, came to hold her visage with a precious caress as faint as he could, letting out his soul itself in honest yearn as more of his depths was confessed. — "I… This inquiry makes myself wonder if the lady has turned a blind eye to the grazes I stole… to the closeness I've never ceased to seek even when hoping to respect you… to every caress I could not hold back…"

"… Umh… t-that is-"

"Did you believe that it was a carefree impulse?"

"… n-no…"

"Then… did you not feel… how every speck of my being was… throbbing to the delight of having you, Lady Marianne…?"