She continued to watch my body with an eager gaze. I sighed helplessly. Back in the village, most of the girls were always eager to help , especially when it ca to washing by the riverside. So, I was used to it—it didn't bother too much.
But her touch... it was different. Every gentle brush of her hand against my skin sent a strange tingle through . It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't sothing I was used to either. She washed every inch of my body with ticulous care, as if trying to morize every detail. By the ti she was done, my face had flushed a deep red. She gave a satisfied nod and began drying off with a soft towel.
Feeling awkward but curious, I broke the silence, my voice barely above a whisper, "Your Majesty, could you perhaps tell ... why did you help bathe ?"
My eyes t hers with innocent curiosity, and I could tell she felt it—my sincerity was palpable.
Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked away for a mont before gently putting so clothes on . "Hmm... don't ask questions unless I give you permission, okay?" Her tone was calm, but I could sense the embarrassnt behind it.
I simply nodded, choosing not to press further. Once she finished dressing , she didn't waste any ti. Taking my hand, we walked through the hallways toward her private chambers.
As we passed maids and servants, I could feel their amused stares. Their eyes lingered on with a mixture of curiosity and mischief, making feel self-conscious. I tried to keep my gaze low and make myself as small as possible.
While walking, I realized that I barely reached her shoulder in height. That annoyed slightly, but I kept my feelings to myself.
When we finally reached her room, she closed the door behind us and turned to face . Her cheeks were flushed again—this ti with anticipation. Without warning, she pushed gently onto the bed and began undressing once more.
"W-What are you doing, Your Majesty?!" I asked, my voice rising with panic.
She gave a slight smile, though there was a hint of irritation in her expression. "Didn't I tell you not to speak unless I allow it?" Her voice took on a more authoritative tone, one that didn't leave room for disobedience.
Soon, she had stripped down to just my undergarnts. I shivered slightly, trying to cover myself from the sudden chill. She didn't seem to notice—or maybe she did—and rely smiled again.
Then, to my confusion, she grabbed a maid's uniform.
"What...?" I couldn't finish my sentence before she started dressing in it.
My face turned bright red as she slipped the outfit onto . The fabric was soft, yet the humiliation was hard to ignore. Still, I let her do it, helpless in her presence.
Once I was fully dressed as a maid, she stepped back to admire her work. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction before she pulled into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around possessively.
Minutes passed, her body pressed against mine, her warmth overwhelming. I felt increasingly uncomfortable, yet I couldn't move. Her face still carried that flushed expression of excitent.
Eventually, night fell. Moonlight poured into the room through her window. Finally, she released from her grasp, stretching with a soft yawn, her body moving in a way that was both elegant and provocative.
I groaned softly, my muscles sore from how tightly she had held . She glanced at with a look that said she wanted to hug again, but instead, she spoke gently.
"Can you tell what happened?" she asked, her voice sincere. "Why did you beco a slave?"
That question hit harder than I expected. I couldn't hold it in anymore.
Tears welled up in my eyes and started streaming down my face. She was startled, clearly not expecting such a reaction. Without a word, she pulled back into her embrace, softer this ti, warr.
"It's okay," she whispered. "You can tell everything—your sorrow, your pain, your sadness. I'll listen."
Her words pierced through the emotional wall I had tried so hard to maintain. As my crying slowly subsided, I began to speak—haltingly at first, but then more clearly.
I told her everything. About the peaceful days in the village. About how, one night, everything turned to ash. How fire consud our hos. How screams filled the air. And how, in the end, I was taken—alone and afraid.
Lucy listened quietly, her hand gently stroking my back as I spoke. When I finished, she let out a quiet sigh, her eyes full of pity.
"You're quite unfortunate, aren't you?" she murmured. "But don't worry. You're in good hands now."
Her words held a warmth that I didn't know I needed. My heart, once heavy, began to lighten. Bit by bit, the clarity in my eyes returned. A faint hope flickered inside .
She smiled with satisfaction. Originally, her plan was simply to relieve her stress from the intense pressure of Expectations of others was really take a toll on her. She had grown cold from isolation, distant from everyone around her.
But then I appeared—an innocent boy with a painful past. And unexpectedly, she found solace in .
Eventually, she let go and gestured for to wait. A few minutes later, a maid entered, carrying a tray of food.
The maid's eyes widened when she saw . Dressed in a maid's outfit, my face still damp with traces of tears, I could feel her gaze soften with affection. A mix of curiosity and sothing else lingered in her expression.
Lucy noticed too. Her face flickered with a bit of annoyance—possessiveness even—but she said nothing. With a small gesture, she ordered the maid to leave. The maid obeyed, though reluctantly.
Once alone, Lucy sat beside , her cheeks pink with excitent. She began feeding gently, her fingers occasionally brushing my lips.
"Good boy," she whispered, nuzzling my hair softly.
I didn't say anything. I was too hungry, too tired. I simply ate, savoring the warm food and the montary peace.
After the al, she lay down beside and pulled into her arms again. This ti, I didn't resist. I returned the embrace, feeling a strange but welco comfort.
That night, for the first ti in what felt like ages, I slept peacefully.
As morning ca and sunlight filtered into the room, Lucy stirred beside . She stretched her alluring form with a satisfied sigh and smiled.
Slowly, I opened my eyes too, feeling a little less broken than I had the day before.
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