Transmigration: Step Into The World of Books And Become The Strongest!-Chapter 49: Sharon’s Embarrassment and a Night of Passion
"I didn’t expect everything to end like that. Is it really okay?"
Sharon lay on her back in bed, staring at the ceiling of her dark room.
The incident at the birthday party was still vivid in her mind.
She wasn’t sure if the chaos would bring trouble for her and Aron.
After all, the chaos—though indirectly—had happened because of them. Although the Duke of Everhart hadn’t shown the anger she had expected, Sharon couldn’t shake her worry.
"Huh..." She let out a soft sigh. "But I’m still confused... How could Aron be so close to Jason? And apparently, he also has a good relationship with the Duke of Everhart."
To Sharon, Aron was a complete mystery. When no one else was willing to become her personal servant, he was the only one who took the job.
Despite being reclusive, Aron had a strikingly handsome face—cold and almost expressionless, like a doll.
Even so, he always fulfilled his duties flawlessly. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
He was also the only one who consistently listened to her complaints, even if his replies were often annoying.
But this morning, something about him felt different. His usual cold and indifferent demeanor had turned unexpectedly soft and gentle.
For a moment, Sharon wondered if he had taken the wrong medicine, causing a complete shift in personality.
"But I have to admit... I like this side of him better," she murmured, smiling to herself as a soft chuckle escaped her lips.
Without realizing it, memories of their shared intimacy—both intentional and not—brought a blush to Sharon’s cheeks.
"That stinky man always takes advantage of an opportunity," she muttered with a feigned expression of anger.
Throughout her life, she had never been close to any man—not even her father, with whom she’d always had a strained relationship.
Aron was the only man she had ever interacted with so directly.
And that made her feel embarrassed... but also a little excited.
The warm feeling she got when Aron defended her from her brother and Celine reminded her of a fairy tale—where a brave hero protects a helpless princess that everyone despises.
Even if the story didn’t perfectly match her reality, there were still some similarities.
"Bah! Bah! What am I even thinking?" Sharon shook her head in a panic. "Aron, that smelly man, probably just wanted to act cool and take advantage of my moment of weakness."
She puffed out her cheeks in a fake pout, but the blush on her face refused to fade.
"Ah! That smelly Aron! You’re making me feel so awkward!"
She rolled over onto her stomach and kicked her legs up and down, burying her face in the pillow.
After a while, exhaustion began to creep in. She turned her head to the side, trying to find a more comfortable position.
Her eyes drifted toward the window, a few meters from her bed. Beyond the glass, the night sky stretched out—calm and beautiful.
"By the way, he hasn’t come back yet... Who was he meeting with, anyway?"
***
"Ahn! Aron, your thick rod is reaching so deep inside me!"
On the bed, Vanessa straddled Arthur, her hips moving in a rhythm fueled by raw passion.
The cold, indifferent expression she usually wore had completely vanished—replaced by a face flushed with desire and ecstasy.
Her tongue lolled out as a trail of saliva slipped from the corner of her lips, adding to her overwhelming allure.
Her pupils slowly shifted into heart shapes, as if mirroring the intense waves of pleasure flooding her body.
The red dress that once clung to her body was nowhere to be seen, revealing every curve of her voluptuous figure.
Her large breasts bounced with every movement, their pink tips stiff and sensitive, making the scene even more intoxicating.
Beneath her, Arthur looked breathless, his expression nearly identical to hers—lost in pleasure.
"Vanessa, I’m... about to cum," he groaned through clenched teeth.
"Me too, Aron!" Vanessa collapsed into his arms. "Let’s finish together!"
Her hips moved faster, harder—driven by the rising climax building inside them both.
"I—I’m cumming!" He gripped her slender waist tightly and thrust his hips upward in a deep, passionate motion.
*Splurt!*
"Me too!" Vanessa cried out, tightening her embrace as her body trembled.
A clear, watery release gushed from her lower body, flowing like an unstoppable fountain.
Both of them were panting, drowning in the remnants of the pleasure they had just shared.
Moments later, Vanessa began to recover her strength and slowly lifted herself off Arthur.
Her eyes settled on his handsome face—glistening with sweat, yet no less captivating.
A flicker of obsession gleamed in her gaze, carrying an intensity that bordered on unsettling.
’Finally...’ she murmured, reaching out to gently caress his cheek, as if handling the most precious treasure in the world. ’Now you’re truly mine, my dear... Hehehe...’
***
Night turned to morning as the sun rose from the east, casting its light over the world and breathing life into every corner.
Inside her room, Sharon frowned as she slowly opened her heavy eyelids.
"Hoamnn..." She yawned lazily, then sat up slowly. Her mind was still foggy, making her appear a bit dazed.
"What time is it?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
Her gaze drifted to the wall clock, which read seven in the morning.
"Oops! I overslept!"
Her mind snapped fully awake, and a wave of panic began to settle over her.
Despite being seen as an outcast princess, she still had to attend the noble education sessions, held every two days at eight in the morning.
There was still an hour before class began, but she needed time to get ready, dress, and—of course—eat breakfast, which would undoubtedly take longer than she had.
Without hesitation, she rushed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Half an hour later...
Sharon looked at her reflection in the mirror, satisfied with her neat and beautiful appearance.
"Good. Now just breakfast, then off to class," she murmured with relief.
She stepped out of her room, only to stop in her tracks as a delicious aroma filled the air.
"What is that smell? Why does it smell so good?" She murmured, intrigued.
Following the aroma, she was surprised to find the source was the dining table.
There, various dishes—some familiar, some unfamiliar—were neatly arranged.
"These..." Her eyes widened.
The spread was so vast that she wondered if there was a special event today.
"Oh? The princess is awake. Please, sit down and have breakfast."
Arthur’s voice came suddenly from behind, breaking her from her thoughts.
She turned to respond, but her words caught in her throat.
"Aron, what’s going on? Why are you wearing a collar under your shirt?"
