Seduce the Lord

It was a dead-end alley, the far end of a cliff. Louise had no choice but to do this. Or because I have to marry a paedophile in a week. “Lord, you must exercise the right of night!” I must be committed today. To Cesare, the only lord of the countryside. “Wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” “Well, that usually requires taking off your clothes to have a relationship, right?” The Lord likes not to take off his clothes. It seems that he was a pe*vert who learned more than she expected. That moment when I wanted to cry a little. Chilling, zinging, zinging. Three silver coins fell into the palm of my hand. “Why are you giving this to me?” “Didn’t it say that rejection was tw...