Chapter 31
Even though I liked and trusted the young master, I also never had high expectations.
At best, I cynically thought, This is just a nobleman’s fleeting indulgence, and as a maid who’s been by his side since childhood, I’m simply an easy, convenient outlet for his desires.
A relationship I thought would last maybe a year—two at most—ended up continuing for quite a long time, persistently so.
But that didn’t mean Claude treated me like a cherished lover or a favored mistress.
I was still his exclusive maid, and he continued to pester me, and at night, he would ‘devour’ me.
This strange relationship lasted for three whole years.
If I had to sum up Claude’s attitude during those three years… he seemed like someone who wanted to be seen as trash.
Whenever he felt like it, he would pull up my skirt and take me, regardless of time or place.
Of course, it was routine for him to suddenly show up at my room, and whenever he returned from a long mission, day or night, he would call for me to satisfy his desires. It just became so natural.
There was no way the sharp-eyed servants wouldn’t notice. Not long after I spent a night with him, the head maid would call me aside and hand me medicine to prevent pregnancy. Although, in truth, Claude was already taking care of that on his own. A few days later, my fellow maids would gather around and, while pitying me, badmouth Claude together.
Somehow, I found myself in the strange position of being the plaything of the infamous young master, and all I could do was accept their sympathy.
Naturally, word about me must have reached the Duke’s ears long ago. If so, then rather than being labeled a seductress who ensnared the young master, wouldn’t it be a hundred times better to be regarded as the pitiful maid who fell victim to his dark hands?
With that in mind, I didn’t bother to correct the strange narrative Claude had drawn around us.
But in truth, I knew that wasn’t the case.
As he himself said, if I were merely a tool for satisfying his lust, it wouldn’t make sense for him to worry about me, to care for me, and above all, to always prioritize my satisfaction.
No matter how noisy things got around us, what happened in bed was ultimately between just the two of us.
No matter how much I tried to ignore it, it was impossible not to notice that the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, was never casual or light.
Even when everyone else saw me as a pitiful maid whose life had gone off the rails, I truly didn’t care. In fact, I was glad that he wanted me enough to cross a line he himself had drawn.
At the same time, I still wasn’t a fool. I never even dreamed of a rosy future with him.
A noble family’s heir with an incredible lineage, and a commoner maid who served him.
The ending was as clear as day, but I didn’t mind.
At that time, all that mattered to me was Claude. I liked him, and as long as he wanted me—those moments before my eyes, his peaceful face as he found solace in my arms—were enough to fill me with satisfaction.
However, unlike me, who understood without needing words, Claude seemed utterly oblivious to my feelings.
Strangely enough, the more unphased I acted, the more anxious he seemed to become.
The symptoms grew worse by the day. Whenever he returned from being away, he would obsessively check to see if there were traces of another man, and even when he held me, it was as if he was desperately afraid I would disappear.
The more he looked so precarious, the harder I tried to comfort him… But the more I did, the worse his strange obsession grew.
So, three years passed in this odd, vicious cycle. What I thought was a fleeting affair showed no sign of ending.
Far from ending, as time went on, the feelings only grew more intense, and just as I was beginning to worry about it…
As if on cue, an unexpected crisis struck us.
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