Duke’s Exclusive Painter - Chapter 1
At the prosperous and glorious Bent Empire, the Capital.
The snow from last night has already stopped this morning, but the streets were frozen solid in the aftermath of the weather. There were occasional gusts of wind as fierce as a blade. The only thing that lit up the sparsely populated street were the dim light of the lamps hung at regular intervals.
On this day, along the dark blue sky, was the quiet street. There, the only place that was bright enough as the broad daylight when the sun was shining, looking white and solemn as the snow, was the entrance of the Financial Institution.
And inside there were footsteps walking quietly, full of silence. Rather than intentionally doing so, It was because he was concentrating on the dozen pictures hangin in there, so he unknowingly killed the sound.
The man cast a deep gaze at the scene. His eyes seemed to be in anguish in harmony with the brightly spreading halo.
The face of the man with the crooked cigar was delicate and beautiful as a sculpture, and shone strangely in the dark. The man leaned on the carriage, watching the splendid space without moving, even under the treacherous sharp wind and the shivering cold.
“Won’t you come in?” An aide, who was waiting after him, who was motionless like a pumice stone, approached cautiously and asked.
A cloud of smoke flowed out of the man’s mouth as he took a deep breath being awakened by his voice.
As soon as I wake up, my heart is pounding. The man, who had been chewing a cigar as if biting a piece of rubber in his mouth, and had not smoked even half of it, threw it out of his mouth.
The bitter winter wind came pouring, taking away the scent of the cigarette that had been wandering for a long wandering. Even so, the sweet scent that filled his lungs was still strong.
A heavy low-pitched voice echoed over the road where the winter wind blew.
Answering in one word.
Without hesitation, he got into the carriage. As the wind ripped my skin disappeared, heat began to creep up inside my body again. As I slowly lowered my gaze, I could see a certain area that was barely hidden under my pants had bulged out.
The man self-asserted that this was serious enough, and the man grinned. “Let’s go.”
As I recalled that flawless face looking at me, my erection burned as if it was about to explode. If I don’t calm it down in advance, it will remain in this state even until I arrive at the mansion.
What would have happened if he got out of the carriage with this erect part exposed? The butlers will be deeply contemplative, and the maids will put on embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Momogang short note : Before we came upon this novel, me (editor-san) was reading “A Painter Behind the Curtain” or “A Proxy Painter”.
Anyway, it’s BL smut with the same character settings as this novel. SponsorxPainter. For fujoshi like me (Editor-san), who was rotten to the core, who can no longer be saved, then this manwha is will surely lead you to ascend. Anyway, Painter Behind the Curtain is a revenge romance– but it was really good.
Those of you guys who have yet to read it, wish you enjoy reading this dog blood manwha.
Also, enjoy this novel too!!
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