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Having said this, Cesare playfully pinched her by the cheek.
Eileen, not having seen him so long, a little became nervous and embarrassedly explained that she’d got out of the habit of his presence.
It took time to dissipate her embarrassment and finally to drink tea.
They sat at a table in the favorite garden of Eileen in the Prince's Palace and non-obligatorily conversed.
Nearby with him she for a time forgot and about the debts, and about the parents.
At the end of the pleasant pastime Cesare inadvertently dropped:
"I think, you could try to manufacture and sell medicines."
For Eileen, not having known how to earn money, this was a advice worth its weight in gold.
She uncertainly muttered that she was not sure whether she’d handle it, for she didn't even graduate from university, but Cesare praised her:
"I haven't seen anyone smarter than you."
Before the parting he gifted to her a bouquet of white lilies.
Having returned home, Eileen put the flowers in a vase and beautifully decorated the room.
The bright bouquet of white lilies as-if transformed the gloomy house.
It seemed only the flowers, but they drove away the gloomy atmosphere having hovered in the brick walls.
Even in the soul of Eileen it became a little lighter.
She for a long time looked at the bouquet and gathered courage.
She decided to follow the advice of Cesare and try to manufacture a medicine.
*‘All thanks to Cesare-nim,’* thought Eileen, remembering the past.
Remembering the man who gave to her all that in her there is.
The heart squeezed, and she deeply inhaled.
Inside raged feelings which it was impossible to speak out.
To not accidentally betray her infatuation and not pass the border with boldness, she restrained herself again and again.
*‘It is necessary to become useful for Cesare,’* she repeated to herself and finally set about to speak:
"Today, looking at the senpai, I thought that I want to take from him an example.
To me too it's necessary to try as Lucio-senpai..."
But not having managed she to say to the end, as Cesare again kissed her.
Suffocating from his pressure, Eileen completely gave herself to the kiss until her lips didn't swell.
Only then to her it reached: *‘Is it really to him so unpleasant to hear about Lucio-senpai?’*
She asked a question, but felt—something was not thus.
Although the reason was unclear, once Cesare didn't want this, Eileen ceased to talk about Lucio.
Then Cesare finally ceased to kiss her.
*‘It seems, I’ve become a bit more quick-witted.’*
The situation developed as she assumed, and Eileen couldn't hide a satisfied smile, slightly having lifted shoulders.
Cesare, having guessed her thoughts, smirked, but she didn't notice this.
He slowly lead with tongue along her swollen lips and said that today to dine to her it will have to be with the professors.
Apparently, in him remained urgent affairs, and to eat together it wouldn't work out.
Thus Eileen turned out at dinner with the professors and Lucio.
Glenda and Elio, apparently, hoped again to meet with Cesare—they looked disappointed, but in that same time slightly relieved.
*‘Probably, dinner with the Grand Duke—it is stress,’* perfectly understood them Eileen.
After dinner she lead for them an excursion along the residence.
By the way they passed by the laboratory, but inside she didn't let them in, having referenced the disorder, and simply passed by.
Having discussed with the professors the commercialization of the analgesic, Eileen early lay to sleep.
Having been left without Cesare, she felt a light loneliness and closed eyes.
It seemed, the day ended peacefully.
Thus was until morning.
Deep in the night, when all slept, the door into the laboratory, which should be locked, opened.
As a shadow inside broke in a man.
First thing he found the research diary of Eileen.
Quickly flipping through the pages, he examined the neat records, and his breathing became heavy.
Having lead with a finger along the lines, he squeezed the diary and looked over the laboratory with a burning gaze.
His eyes stopped on the instruments.
He touched to those which the hand of the mistress could touch, and found on the table a neatly folded handkerchief.
The man grabbed it.
Having pressed the handkerchief to face, he set about to rub about it, the chest quickly rose and fell, breathing was broken.
"Ha-ha...
A-a...
Fuck..."
Grinding teeth from curses, he with the other hand unfastened the belt.
The sound of a buckle was distributed, and outside jumped a tense member.
The man moaned as a beast and set set about to furiously masturbate.
Along the brow flowed a transparent juice, and in the quiet laboratory were distributed squelching sounds.
On the verge of orgasm he wheezed the name:
"Eileen!.."
Sticky sperm flooded the palm.
Gasping, Lucio approached to the sink, opened the tap and washed his hand.
He wanted to leave tracks on all: on her chair, gloves, instruments.
But thus to act it was impossible.
In distinction from the past, now she was unreachable.
Lucio gritted teeth.
His jaw jerked.
Even after orgasm in the stomach it scraped.
He’d changed.
Appearance, character—all.
It's possible to say, was reborn.
For the sake of Eileen.
After the exile from the university he tried to return to her.
Wanted to become a man by whom she could be proud, worthy even in the eyes of Grand Duke Erzet.
Having learned that the duke goes to war, he prayed that that one would perish.
Without protection to possess Eileen it would be easier.
But a miracle didn't happen.
Although he and regretted, but praised himself: now he’d changed so much that even the duke would recognize him a worthy son-in-law.
Eileen was only an untitled baron-ess.
Did the duke not agree?
He waited only for a chance again to connect with her, when unexpectedly came news of the wedding of Eileen and Grand Duke Erzet.
For Lucio this was a blow.
This bastard, calling her his, too only and wanted what to fuck her.
Even having changed, he couldn't reach to her.
A feeling of inferiority before that whom it's impossible to touch was curved yet stronger after the meeting with Eileen.
Even in science, his main achievement, she preceded him.
Who would have thought that the creator of that analgesic was Eileen...
Lucio experienced on himself the praised medicine of Glenda and Elliot.
It lowered heat and inflammation—a universal remedy.
If its is launched into production, Eileen will gain yet also scientific fame.
He didn't want this to permit.
If he can't get her, let at least she fall lower than him.
*‘Only if this worked.’*
Having remembered the nobleman having ordered him, Lucio again squeezed the diary.
To research opium—what a boldness.
He thrust the diary and handkerchief into the pocket and returned into the guest room.
Trying not to make noise, he opened the door and entered.
Having closed the door, he with relief exhaled—and in this moment turned around.
"!"
A hollow thud.
Despite all caution, Lucio crashed into the door.
But to him there was no time for noise.
Having pressed to the jamb, he widened eyes from horror.
In the room, which should have been empty, already was a guest.
By the window, flooded by moonlight, in a chair unhurriedly sat the master of the residence—Grand Duke Erzet.
Red eyes stared at Lucio.
Having put the pistol on the thigh, the duke lazily opened lips.
A low voice was distributed:
"Lucio Gaetani."
Having heard his name, Lucio instantly fell on knees.
Cold sweat flooded the clothes.
"G-grand Duke..."
His voice sounded parched.
Cesare lightly lead with a finger along the pistol.
The click of a hammer, and an elegant voice pronounced a curse:
"From you reeks of sperm, scoundrel."