Please join our discord to get fast update and assistance for purrpoins
Translated by Neijude
Kain’s jaw clenched.
The situation was quite amusing, was it not?
Rackley, who had mistaken this place for the Solomon family’s villa, had mentioned the name ‘Irina’. As far as Kain could remember, Irina Solomon was about the same age as Rackley, so they must have been friends.
‘A friend who introduces a gigolo?’
Rackley had misunderstood him as the gigolo her friend had called for, and she was unaware of Kain’s true identity. However, he knew who Rackley was. And he had figured out something else.
Rackley had not wanted the Lady Class willingly. Therefore, she would not carelessly speak of it outside.
Once she returned to the capital, and he resided in his domain for a while without attending social events in the capital, they would undoubtedly not cross paths again.
Even if she discovered his true identity after getting married, by then she would have a husband and would not be able to demand responsibility for a one-night affair.
A man’s pride, forcing a rationalisation of the situation, led him by instinct.
Kain’s eyes gleamed darkly.
“You should about men.”
“I do not need it.”
Her eyes revealed her emotions. Her face, which stared back at him with a fierce determination despite trembling, stirred his instincts even more.
“My lady’s opinion has nothing to do with me. I am employed by someone else, so it would be troublesome if I just left like this.”
Despite claiming it was troublesome, his lips curled into a sardonic smile.
“In my line of work, we survive on credibility, and I cannot say I have done something I have not. Nobles are cruel, and if they discover a lie, my life could be in danger.”
From the mouth that had attempted to persuade her to forget about last night’s events, different words emerged.
‘A demure young lady? A young lady who wishes to preserve her virginity for her husband would do such a thing with a gigolo?’
The thought of her destroying the elegant young lady from his childhood memories disgusted him.
‘You are no different from other women.’
No, to be honest, she was more villainous than the other women who openly displayed their desires.
Sarcasm filled his eyes.
Kain, who grabbed her chin to prevent her from escaping, looked down upon her fair, dishevelled skin with a perverted gaze.
Rackley swallowed hard. She could not shake off his hand. This place was the bed, and Rackley was barely covering her naked body with a sheet. The opponent was a muscular man who seemed ready to pounce on her at any moment.
She felt embarrassed, biting her lip.
Her heart raced.
Rackley could not understand why she had lost her senses so much the previous night. Her body had not reacted as usual, and in no time, she had become excited and lost her reason.
“I will give you twice the money you were supposed to receive.”
“Do you think I am doing this for money?”
“Is it not? You are doing this job for money.”
‘A real gigolo would back off now.’
At first, Kain thought so, but seeing Rackley looking up at him with her guard up, he changed his mind.
A real gigolo would not miss an opportunity to earn more money.
However, money was not important to him. It was more of an instinctive attraction. There was such a delectable prey before his eyes, and a hunter could not simply walk away.
‘How long will that mask of a demure young lady last?’
Kain was excited by this roleplay. The thought of a gigolo mocking a lady of higher status made his body heat up.
“Trust is the most important thing in any business. I understand you dislike it, but I cannot break my promise with the person who hired me. I must stay in this villa as agreed.”
“Do you want more money?”
“I have enough money. I have no intention of touching a woman who dislikes me, so just stay in the villa for a while. When will a man like me ever enjoy such luxury? Will you not let me rest comfortably while being waited on? I will never touch you if you do not want it.”
‘After all, you will want me first.’
Kain let out a low chuckle.
Seeing that he had no intention of backing off, Rackley bit her lip and pushed his body away. Kain’s gentle touch, brushing her chin as he moved away, made her body tremble. She put strength into her lips to not reveal her agitation.
What a disaster in a place meant for rest.
If he continued to be stubborn, it seemed better to leave the villa and stay at a nearby inn before returning home. It would be a big problem if any strange rumours were to spread.
Rackley spoke firmly to him.
“If you do not leave, I will.”
Kain glanced at the window. The heavily overcast sky looked like it would pour rain at any moment. Knowing the local weather, Kain laughed.
“As you wish.”
Were gigolos always this brazen?
Despite being afraid of nobility, he ignored Rackley’s words.
She bit her lip and, with the hand not covering her chest, pointed to the door.
“Please get out of this room immediately. I’m leaving.”
“You’re leaving now?”
“Yes. I need to get dressed, so get out.”
“Have a meal first before you go. If you collapse, it will tire the people who work here.”
“I will manage on my own.”
“So be it.”
Nodding his head, Kain left the room, and Rackley threw a pillow towards the door. However, with no strength in her arm, the pillow barely fell outside the bed.
With a wince, Rackley swung her legs out of the bed, swallowing a breath as the cold air hit her lower body.
Last night, he had kept his word. He had rubbed his massive manhood against her thigh, but he had not forced it inside her.
As the sheet slid down, the love bites on her chest were revealed. Her nipples and breasts had swollen from last night’s activities. Although he had not touched it, a subtle sensitivity lingered in her clitoris, which had been greatly stimulated by him.
Despite only having a conversation, a thin fluid like semen, had flowed from her.
Rackley bit her lip in frustration. Heat rushed to her ears, turning them red.
It was undeniable that Kain was a splendid gigolo. As he had said, it was a night she would never forget in her lifetime.
However, it had to end there. It could not happen twice.
Having put on the dress she had worn yesterday, Rackley left her bedroom.
Brand was waiting for her in the drawing room, as if he had expected her. Kain, the sly gigolo, was sitting casually on the sofa, reading a book.
“Are you awake?”
Seeing the butler, Rackley was taken aback. The once messy drawing room was now neatly tidied up. Since he had cleaned it, he must know about last night’s events. Blushing, Rackley tried to sound as casual as possible.
“I’ll be leaving now. May I use the carriage?”
Brand glanced at Kain. It seemed as if he was looking for Kain’s approval, the gigolo’s reaction making Rackley want to rush him for an answer. The butler finally responded.
“We have a carriage, but the road is not in good condition, so it will be quite bumpy. Moreover, it looks like it might rain soon… If it gets muddy, the road will be even worse.”
“That is fine.”
“…The journey might be perilous. Are you certain you will be alright?”
“Yes, I would like to leave immediately, so please make the necessary preparations. Ah, my luggage?”
“A servant brought it. We shall load it onto the carriage.”
She had suddenly requested to leave, causing her some inconvenience. Apologetically, Rackley’s tone softened.
As the butler went outside to make preparations, Kain, who had been quiet, let out a soft laugh, irritating Rackley’s nerves.
“Are you that afraid of falling for me?”
“I do not wish to associate with someone as rude as you, so I must leave. I came here to rest. I do not want to deal with stress.”
“I would have thought I had relieved quite a bit of stress with my own hands, yet there is still more?”
“Ugh! You are so…”
During her time managing the estate, she had encountered many rude people, but he was the first of his kind. Ignoring him was the best course of action.
Feeling that waiting outside would be better than continuing to speak with Kain, Rackley turned away.
“Will you wait outside? It might be hard to stand for so long.”
“Being outside is better than listening to your rudeness!”
Rackley was infuriated by his nerve-grating tone. Coincidentally, her two large travel bags were placed near the entrance.
Opening the front door, Rackley picked up one of the bags.
Kain, who had his legs on the table while reading a book, spoke nonchalantly without turning his head.
“Leave tomorrow. The servants will suffer if it rains on the way.”
“If you are so worried, you can leave this villa.”
“I have no intention of getting wet.”
“Then kindly be quiet.”
“You seem quite temperamental.”
Rackley went outside and slammed the door shut rather forcefully. She looked quite meek, but her display of temper was rather endearing.
Brand entered the reception room, presumably having finished preparations.
“Lord Kain, the rain is about to fall. Could you please convince her?”
“I have already done so, but she does not listen to me. Give her a ride. She’ll return soon.”
The butler, well-acquainted with the stubbornness of the nobility, sighed and went outside. The sound of a horse’s neigh and the departure of the carriage could be heard outside.
Kain turned his gaze to the window.
The weather did not look promising, with dark clouds looming. Soon enough, torrential rain began to pour.
His smile deepened.
The southern region was popular among nobles for their winter villas, but after May, it was seldom visited.
This was due to the capricious rain.
By the end of June, the rainy season would begin, with frequent downpours and high humidity.
Although the rainy season had not yet begun, it was the time when the southern villas would be avoided, except for those residing there.
Rackley had heard about the weather in the south, but having never experienced it, he did not realise it could be this severe.
Drenched by the rain, she stared at the deluge in despair.
Standing in the entrance hall, she wrung the water from her sodden, heavy dress.
A servant, with a stiff expression, struggled to lead the horse behind the building.
As soon as they set off, it seemed as if the rain had been waiting for them. The amount of rain was beyond mere rainfall; it was as if it were being poured from a bucket.
The road had become a muddy river, and the carriage jolted even more than on the way there, causing her body to be thrown about. The carriage bearing the luggage had more severe vibrations.
Then, with a thud, the carriage tilted. It had fallen into a rut.
Though it was sturdier than the carriage she had taken earlier and did not fall apart, upon seeing the servants struggling in the pouring rain, soaked to the skin, Rackley could no longer be stubborn.
As the entrance door opened behind her, Rackley sighed.
Kain, that man, stood there with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.
What was he going to say now?
Rackley prepared herself to counter whatever he said.
He threw a towel at her, large enough to cover her entire body.
“I had hot water prepared in the bathroom, so wash up to avoid catching a cold. There are sandwiches on the table, so eat.”
Instead of teasing her stubbornness, Kain said those words and went inside. Rackley wrapped her trembling body with the towel.
He truly was an unpredictable man.