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Charlotte was feeling flustered after being caught by the head teacher for reading a novel in class. In her panic, she loosened her grip and her phone fell directly onto the bedsheet. She instinctively picked up her phone, then exited the reading app and switched back to the home screen. Only then did she nervously glance at the person beside her and said, "Reading a novel." "Reading novels on a mobile phone is not good for the eyes, so I asked Melvin to prepare a Kindle."

He kept pounding until he finally groaned and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum, his body shuddering against mine. After we caught our breath, I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum already starting to leak down my thighs, and gave him a wicked little smile. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.” Later that afternoon, I found her in the quiet corner of the university library, tucked between the tall shelves of old literature books. She was pretending to read, but her face was still flushed and her hands were shaking as she turned the pages. I walked up behind her and leaned in close. “Hey… about what you saw earlier.”

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

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We stayed home. She was reading at her end of the sofa. Not the Utrecht paper — that was weekday work. This was something she had picked up in the bookshop on Carver Street the previous week, a novel, which she did not read quickly because she read everything with the same attention she gave to research materials and novels were, she said, more demanding than research in certain respects because the thing you were looking for was not always announced. I was reviewing a Q1 file that did not need reviewing tonight but which was there.