Duke’s Exclusive Painter - Chapter 13
“This is the Duke of Schulach who will support you.’
At the brief introduction from the president, Roslia just looked up at him without any reaction. Cedric, who looked at her as if possessed, could easily read the irritation and dissatisfaction entangled in Roselia’s eyes.
On a cold day, there she stood with crimson eyes that reminded me of black tea.
When she didn’t budge, he threatened to be scolded if she didn’t say hello, because he was the chairman of the board standing by. There was no sincerity in Roselia’s attitude as she bowed her head to greet the chairman’s coercive instructions. Oddly enough, Cedric expressed leniency at her questionable hostility.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Once every three weeks, or once a month, a gift arrives at the Duke of Schulach.
It was a painting from the Sirenzium Academy, with Roselia’s name on it to be precise. When a relationship is established through the sponsorship system, the receiving student must send a gift like this as a token of appreciation.
Cedric was terrified when her first drawing arrived. It was purely because of her paintings that he chose Roselia to sponsor. In other words, he wanted to solve his impotence problem. But he needed the painting to solve that problem.
When the painting, which is the core of his resolution, suddenly came as a gift, it’s as if his black heart had been discovered.
The same as he had experienced at the exhibition hall that day, Roselia’s paintings still had mystical powers. According to Dr. Brooke, the absurd symptoms of Stendhal’s Syndrome, will occured constantly.
As I looked at the picture, he was helplessly immersed in the lines drawn on that white paper. And the vivid sense of color in them, amde his penis, which had never reacted before, raised its head stiffly. It was such a provocative and strange phenomenon that I kept worrying about whether there was a bizarre wall that I couldn’t even talk about.
The spacious mansion feels so empty. There were no ornaments, but Cedric could not hang a single portrait she had sent. Since he would get an erection anywhere whenever he saw them.
Thus, he began to store the paintings in the room located at the innermost part of the hallway on the first floor. As the paintings piled up one by one, the time Cedric stayed in that room grew longer and longer. The time he spent in that room was close to the time of fervor rather than a tea time for pure appreciation.
At first he stood up straight and did not know what to do with his genitals. I have no experience of masturbation even though my lower part was hard enough to ache. So, I could only wash my face dry, breathe a sigh, and run around the room to let out steam and calm my genitals.
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