'Her head sank into the fur. It was soft and cuddly and forced her to lie still. The long hair was like chains that one wanted to defy, but only to feel them more strongly on the skin. His hand slipped under her nightgown. She let it happen. His palm touched her bare stomach. She did nothing. The nightgown slipped up and made room for his lips. He kissed her several times and caressed her leg and each kiss he gave her lasted only a short time, then the warmth of his lips faded, leaving her skin lonely and longing for more. At the same time he touched her breat and his grip was rough. It was a contrast to the tenderness. There were two sides to it, just as there were two sides to him. She had this thought and secretly his right hand disappeared from her sight. It slipped under the waistband and she felt his fingers. A moan escaped her. She had expected how it would feel, but it was different too. He stared at her and grinned. His look said it was exactly what he wanted to hear. In shame, she turned her head to the side. She couldn't look at him any longer. She was too embarrassed to show him how she was failing to resist the lust. He pulled off her underwear. As she dared a quick glance and she saw his head sink into her lap. She took a deep breath as she felt his tongue. He kissed her at that spot and when he did, she opened her legs wider but in the process she kocked over the wine. Her first impulse was to put the bottle back up, but he would not allow it. Immediately, when he realised she wanted to go up, he pushed her back down again. He knew the wine was running out. But he did not care. He only cared about her and it was only when she gave up that he took the pressure off her. He continued to kiss her and used his fingers again and she surrendered to him, willingly. As if time had slowed down, she watched the wine run from the bottle into the white fur. The worst could have been prevented if the bottle only hab been set up. But the fur was not even as valuable to him as a second of her time. All responsibility fell from her. She sank completely into the moment. A meadow of white grass lay before her eyes and the fire in the hearth shimmered like the rising of a burning sun. The feelings set her thoughts a blaze. It was a fire of passion that kindled in her mind.'

"In the fire of passion this book shoul be burned. He used you all the time, like a pack mule, but now it's okay because he has a second house too? He hasn't changed just because he stood up for you. He just wanted to steal his father's money. He would have done that anyway. He even admitted it. That was not to take the blame from you. It wasn't a lie. That was the one time he was honest. How can you fall for someone like that?"

Meia closed the book. It was a bit of a disappointment. Originally, she had bought it because of the picture on the cover, but as it turned out, it was most likely not an adventure book. Although the picture undoubtedly spoke for an adventure book. It was of an adventurer on a rock, holding out a sword to the sky, and in the background was a female adventurer holding the scabbard for him. Admittedly, the man looked as if he regularly lifting the money bags from his model contracts, but what significance did that have? He was just a handsome man. The fact that the woman wore armour in which her breasts were moulded, and that her legs were bare, and that she only wore something like a nightgown under the breastpiece... Looking at it that way, one might have guessed what kind of adventures the two of them would have.

~This is a copy and paste book for horny girls. Ah, that's why the salesman had that expression...~

Luckily Meia did not know what kind of book it was at the time. But if she had known then, she would have saved the money, would she not?

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Meia threw herself back in her pillow and stared at the ceiling.

~I can't return this anymore.~

For a moment she thought about what to do with the book, but reached no meaningful conclusion. She probably had no choice but to keep it, and if she had to keep it, she should probably read it. There was no library in town any more and her pocket money was tight. It had already been her birthday and she had already squandered that money completely on a new pajama. It was the same she was wearing right now. For this piece she was a victim of the market economy too. The little seals that were on it possessed an irresistible cuteness of astronomical proportions. Once you looked into their black googly eyes, money fell out of your pocket by itself. It was perfidious. In any case, there would be no new book for the time being. She would read this one, but only once at the most, and then she would rather dedicate herself to her old books again.

Meia put the book in the drawer of her bedside table and locked it. She had been lounging around long enough.

In a burst of energy, she pulled the covers off herself and jumped out of bed. As she did so, she intended to slip directly into her slippers, but one had made a break for it. Meia did not know where it was, but after a brief search she could locate the fugitive under the bed and take him into custody. She tapped her toe on the floor as if it were a punishment for the shoe, but in reality she just wanted to get her foot all the way in. Her feet had undergone an unexpected growth spurt in the last five years. No one could have expected that. Unfortunately, the growth was not evident everywhere, but that was another topic.

Meia picked up her oil lamp from the bedside table.

The lamp was like a glass bulb on top of a metal music box. It had an oblong shade with a flare at the bottom. There was a wick sticking out of the supposed music box and it hung down into a basin of oil. You could pull the basin out to refill it, which Meia did. However, she did not want to refill the lamp, but hid the key from her bedside table in the gap under the basin. She then put the lamp back again. Such exaggerated security precautions were unfortunately necessary. In the drawer were personal things that no one was supposed to touch, but the housemaid had her fingers everywhere. If Meia would two hills away dispose of the evidence of a broken vase in the river there. The housemaid would accidentally discover a washed-up shard during a walk and be able to reconstruct from the pattern that it was originally a vase that belonged in that house. While Meia thinking about this it just so happened that the housemaid was at the moment out for one of her walks, although in principle she was mainly shopping. Meia had not seen her leave the house, but she was undoubtedly out. After all, she had to, because for some reason the delivery service was currently busy and was not taking any orders. Anyone who did not have a standing order was not getting deliveries for the time being and they had none. Her father was too stingy to commit himself financially to anything, so instead he let the housemaid take care of it. It certainly was not easy for her. The rainy season was not long over and many paths were still flooded.

Regardless of the absence of the housemaid, breakfast was certainly ready. Meia had been loafing around in bed long enough. She wanted to go eat, but before she left her room, she made one last check. The wardrobe door held shut. The window was tilted. The bedding was not on the floor. The chair was against the wall. That was also everything that was in this room. Unfortunately, the desk belonging to the chair was taken from her. Her father desperately needed a second one for his study. She never got a replacement. It was not that important. Meia usually read in bed or on the floor between the bed and the window. The window was a little unusual. It started at floor level and ended at shoulder level, due to the sloping roof. Meia liked her window. From her bed she had a view of the valley and could look over the whole village.... Anyway, everything seemed tidy. The floor was ready to be mopped. The housemaid could not complain. Meia left her room and went downstairs for breakfast.

.../ End Part