Sequel of Love at Dawn
Edith survived the tempest of the Revolution. Just when she believed she would spend her remaining days amidst the mist-shrouded Irish mountains, an unexpected person reappeared, once again stirring ripples in her life. As pas...
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(This bonus story takes place in a parallel universe where Edith's parents did not die of cholera, starting from the summer of 1788)
Raphael found himself troubled these days.
It seemed that Edith had begun to distance herself from him intentionally. The change in her attitude seemed to coincide with the transformation of her physique. During this summer, she had suddenly grown much taller and become more slender. From her melodious voice, occasionally a high note would escape.
She still came to play with Charlene, but always turned a blind eye to him. Whenever he attempted to draw near to her, she would pretend he wasn't there, pressing her body closer to Charlene's and continuing their intimate banter with deliberate demeanor.
On this day, Raphael stumbled upon a beautifully illustrated copy of One Thousand and One Nights in a corner of the study. He brought it back to his bedroom to enjoy as a bedtime pastime.
To his surprise, as he casually flipped open a chapter, the young man's fair face instantly blushed. It turned out that most of the illustrations within depicted enchanting scenes of passionate love between men and women. The strokes were rough and wild, yet strikingly lifelike. They teased Raphael, as he told himself to close the book, yet couldn't resist the itch to delve deeper into its pages.
As he continued reading, his hand unconsciously moved to his own groin. Through the icy touch of silk pajamas, he could still distinctly sense the scorching heat pulsating within.
In his mind, the images of the two brothers' coitus with the devil's mistress faded away, gradually replaced by Edith's flushed face from the sun, her occasionally pouted full lower lip, and the subtle mound rising beneath her dress.
He imagined all of this, throwing the book in his hand onto the ground, unable to control himself as he reached into his pajamas and shyly and intoxicatedly fondled his treasure, softly panting.
When Raphael finally sprayed his pearly white semen onto the dark wall opposite him, he let out a long "ah" of joy, feeling dizzy from the unprecedented pleasure.
Sweet drowsiness quickly swept over him. Raphael turned on his side and embraced the bundled-up summer quilt next to him, resting his face against it. He legs tightly clasped the quilt in between, releasing the intense longing that rose in his chest, and murmured with closed eyes,"Edith, Edith..."
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On this exceptionally sunny afternoon, Raphael stood early atop the hill, gazing at the long-awaited maiden as she bounded up the hill with light and joyful steps. His lips couldn't help but curl upwards.
As Edith approached, a pleasant and gentle sunlight enveloped her, leaving Raphael momentarily enchanted.
She only saw his figure alone and looked somewhat uneasy, hastily asking about Charlene.
