One sentence was enough to piece together a terrifying truth. And at this moment, An’s behavior made it clear that she was far from the harmless maid Mu’en had believed her to be. She was much more dangerous than he had ever imagined.
“Don’t worry, Young Master, I won’t hurt you… for now,” An said. “As long as you stay here obediently.”
“Stay here… obediently?”
“That’s right. Stay here.”
An’s eyes gleamed with a twisted joy. “And be with me forever.”
“Forever? How is that even possible?”
Mu’en understood what she meant, and that’s exactly why he couldn’t accept it. “Are you planning to imprison me for life?”
“I have no choice,” An replied, a hint of regret flashing across her face. “If the plan had gone smoothly, and both your body and heart belonged to me, I wouldn’t have to resort to such extremes. But the plan failed.”
“…”
“I truly don’t understand why it failed. For ten years, there were no issues, but suddenly, Young Master, you’ve become a completely different person.”
An stared intently at Mu’en, as if trying to uncover some hidden clue. “You’ve become brave, ambitious, humble, and polite. You care about sick maids, greet guests respectfully, and even spend entire days in the library, a place you never glanced at before. Tell me, Young Master, what caused such a dramatic change? Could it be… that you’re not the Young Master at all?”
Mu’en’s heart skipped a beat. His instincts screamed that if An discovered he wasn’t truly Mu’en Campbell, she might just kill him on the spot. So, he forced a smile and explained, “Maybe… this is what growing up is like. Don’t all men suddenly mature overnight?”
“Is that so?” An tilted her head, pondering. “Well, I’ve confirmed that you are indeed the real Young Master.”
An licked her lips, as if savoring the moment. “Since I can’t have your heart and soul entirely, I’ll have to settle for the next best thing.”
Her gaze darkened with a sinister desire, as if she wanted to devour Mu’en whole. “At the very least, I’ll make sure you stay by my side forever.”
…
“Let me go!”
“What you’re doing is wrong; it’s a crime!”
“I’m the son of a Duke, An! Do you realize the consequences of this?”
“Even if you have my body, you’ll never have my heart!”
Realizing that An truly intended to imprison him for life, Mu’en began to panic. He shouted threats, begged, and tried to reason with her, but An remained unmoved.
“Give up, Young Master. The moment you said you’d let me go, I stopped hoping for your heart. All I want now is to completely and permanently possess your body,” An said with a smile.
“You think you can have my body?”
Having exhausted all options, Mu’en let out a bitter laugh. “Let me tell you something: I feel absolutely no desire for a woman as evil as you!”
“Is that so?” An smiled softly.
Then she stood up, her expression calm and composed. But her hands began unbuttoning her blouse.
As the buttons came undone, An’s ample bosom, rivaling Celicia’s, burst into view, catching Mu’en off guard.
“Tsk—” Mu’en sucked in a sharp breath.
The maid, expressionless, continued to undress.
Imprisonment play.
No, this was too much, too stimulating… no, too infuriating. Is this how a proper maid should act?
“My, my, Young Master, it seems you’re not as unaffected as you claim,” An giggled, glancing downward.
She slipped one foot out of her polished shoes, lifted her skirt, and slowly stepped toward Mu’en with her black-stockinged foot.
“Mmm…”
“How does that feel? Comfortable?”
“Comfortable? No! Damn it… I won’t give in!”
Though the scene was undeniably arousing—especially the black stockings—Mu’en hadn’t expected An to hide such a weapon under her long maid’s dress!
A black-stockinged maid—who could resist that?
But Mu’en was determined not to yield!
He had been forced down by Celicia before, but he wouldn’t let his dignity be trampled again!
“Nothing you say will work. I won’t lose so easily this time!”
“By the power of the Jade Emperor, Mother Goddess, Buddha, and Jesus, shrink! Shrink! Shrink!”
Mu’en shut his eyes tightly, refusing to look at the tantalizing sight, and chanted strange incantations to drown out An’s seductive voice.
At the same time, he imagined the sensation as the painful chafing of tight underwear during a 1000-meter run in gym class.
Under this multi-sensory self-hypnosis… it actually seemed to be working?
“I underestimated your willpower, Young Master.”
Feeling the change beneath her foot, An narrowed her eyes in displeasure. “It seems I’ll have to use a special method.”
Special method?
Curious, Mu’en cracked open one eye and saw An pull two small, glittering glass bottles from the depths of her cleavage.
How on earth did she stash those there? The elasticity…
Wait, now’s not the time to ponder that.
Mu’en looked at the bottle of red liquid and suddenly felt a deep sense of dread.
That thing… looks familiar.
“Good, I still have some left.”
An shook the bottle, watching the crimson liquid swirl, then smiled with absolute confidence.
“That… wouldn’t happen to be dragon’s blood, would it?”
Mu’en’s teeth chattered as he asked.
“Ah, so you know about dragon’s blood?” An replied. “That’s right. It’s a sedative mixed with dragon’s blood—the same thing I put in your tea.”
“And… that one… isn’t that dragon herb powder?”
Mu’en’s voice trembled as he glanced at the white powder in the other bottle.
“You even know about that?” An licked her lips, her gaze teasing. “Then you must know what I’m planning to do.”
An skillfully mixed the two, creating a pink potion that looked deceptively innocent.
She brought it to Mu’en’s lips and whispered, “Here, Young Master, time for your medicine~”
