Summary
The Iron-Blooded Duke and Sword Master had a deep affection for Aristasia, a Verdic noblewoman. He had called forth a gigolo, and it all began with the word “she.” She hadn’t had a lover in a long time, but she had had a debutante. In the meantime, she could hear her brother mixing with a prostitute day and night in the adjacent room. Her curiosity was piqued and her body heated as she heard the nude groans circulating through the thin walls. When she was done getting ready, she waited for a gigolo without looking at her siblings. But somehow, her brother Evan paid her a visit. “Are you curious about what you would do with a gigolo?” “No, that’s . . . ” “Yes, Aris is curious about what you would do with a gigolo, but I don’t want a gigolo to come. If you’re that interested, shouldn’t this brother teach you?” Her usually friendly brother smiled coldly. He bit his lip roughly. After that night, the two brothers’ views of Aristasia changed slightly.