Agatha’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the sun was already rising. My body hurts so much, especially on my core. And I felt so thirsty.
It took me long seconds before I figured out the reason why I felt like this.
‘Last night, Lanceil and I…’
“…!”
I sat up, feeling the piercing pain on my stomach.
“Ouch.”
Wincing, I looked around my room. My body was clean and I’m wearing a new set of clothes. Blushing, I hugged my body.
‘Lanceil washed me and clothed me before he took me back to my room?’
My heart thumped loudly. I pressed my chest, unable to believe what happened.
‘We really did it.’
I gave my v*rginity to Lanceil. But before that, I clearly recalled his confession.
“He… loves me.”
His confession was like a bomb that was thrown at me. I cupped my cheeks while staring at the blank space.
I felt so happy that the man I fell in love with would reciprocate my feelings. Moreover…
‘Does it mean that I succeeded with my mission?’
If I tell this to Brett, that Lanceil confessed his feelings and we had s*x, then the slave contract will be terminated.
I searched for my phone and found it inside my luggage, which Lanceil put inside my room too. Brett’s contact was displayed on the screen. Weirdly, I couldn’t press the call or the text button.
My guts told me I must not tell him yet.
‘Wait a little bit.’
Besides, my legs and my thing down there were aching so badly.
“Sh*t. I don’t think I can walk.”
Spoiler alert, I could walk if I try my best.
Almost limping, I walked outside my room and headed to the kitchen. My plan was to cook breakfast, which was my usual task as this house’s maid. Entering the kitchen, I smelled roasted bread.
‘Or should I say a burn bread instead?’
Looking forward, I saw the busy back of my boss.
Lanceil, who was wearing a simple shirt and pants, was preparing breakfast. A sight so bizarre I thought that the sun set to the East.
Ignore the awful smell of the bread, Lanceil looked sext standing there.
But he was sexier last night.
‘F*ck.’
I am the woman here. I should feel embarrassed meeting Lanceil after our s*x.
Pinching my arm, I shook my head and sighed.
“You’re awake.”
Lanceil turned around and smiled at me. I was frozen, unable to speak as soon as I met his gaze. My heart beat crazily as my head kept recalling the passionate night we shared together inside his office.
“I cooked us breakfast. I don’t want to wake you up because you need more rest,” he said, placing the burned bread on the table.
My eyes went to the other food. There was ham and sausage. And thankfully, they look edible. Disturbed by the food, I unconsciously forgot the awkwardness and headed over to the table while limping.
“Sir, you don’t need to do this. I am your maid. I should cook for you,” I complained.
Lanceil pulled the chair for me and he let me sat like a princess.
‘Just how fight the night changes?’
“You’re saying that after limping?” he asked, chuckling before sitting next to me. “I bet you still feel sore because of last night.”
And whose fault it was?
HE WAS INSANELY BIG!
Of course, I could not protest about this, so I shut my mouth and began to eat the sausage.
‘Sausage?’
Argh. Nevermind.
“Eatwell, Agatha.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank y…”
“Sir?” He leaned closer to me.
I moved back.
I watched how his eyes thinly narrowed mischievously.
“How many times should I tell you to stop calling me that way?”
I blinked swiftly, holding my breath.
Deliberately avoiding his gaze, I forged a cough as I answered.
“Y-You are my boss. Calling you in your name is… weird.”
“But you did its last night. A lot of times.”
I shut my eyes as I remembered how many times, I called his name while we were doing it.
‘Gosh. The embarrassment was kicking in.’
“Knock, knock~”
Lanceil peeked at my face, I looked farther.
“Are you that shy? Fine. Then, you can call me ‘Sir’ in normal times. But on bed, I will let you call me with my name.”
What?!
“Bed?!” I gasped, looking back at him with widened eyes.
His lips tugged upward. Staring closely at me, he whispered, “You’re not satisfied on just a bed, right? I get it. We have a lot of corners in the house. In the kitchen, living room, my room, your room, and…”
“W-Wait!” I shouted, covering his mouth.
Finally, my boss stopped talking.
Breathing heavily, I looked at him again.
‘Is this really the cold Lanceil I met before?’
Perhaps, I made the wrong impression. Memories then flashed back. Lanceil told me last night that he was hiding his true colors for a long time. This means, he’s a natural sensual person behind the cold and icy expression.
This is the real him.
Ironically, I don’t need to feel bad.
I acted sweet, kind, and innocent in front of him, when I knew to myself that wasn’t the real me.
“When you cursed me last night, I accepted who you are,” Lanceil murmured, while my hand was still on his mouth. “If this is the real me, I hope you can accept me too.”
At the end of his sentence, Lanceil stick out his tongue and licked my palm.
My core, which was still in pain, throbbed in pleasure. I felt so ticklish from my hand down to my thighs.
“Hmmm,” a moan accidentally slipped out.
I put my hand down and we gawked at each other again.
The look in his eyes was… how can I describe it? It was naked. He didn’t even care to hide his intention at all.
“Sir,” I barely spoke. “I am hungry. Can I eat now?”
The heat on his eyes subsided and he laughed faintly while nodding his head.
“Sure. Eat well.”
I just escaped from another danger. ‘I guess.’
The two of us started to eat our breakfast, but no one touched the burned bread.
“How was your field trip by the way?” he asked.
“It was good,” I answered. “We went to the museum, camped at night, and stroll around the market.”
“It really looks like you have fun,” he commented.
Yeah. Almost. Only if Brett didn’t appear and if Lawrence kept his mouth shut.
The field trip was a mess. But I got my prize in the end.
‘Because Lanceil is my boyfriend now.’
Or not?
Wait. We haven’t talked seriously about our relationship. We confessed to each other, had s*x, but… we’re not official yet.
“Haaa. I wanted to have fun with you too. But I have work today. Tomorrow is Saturday. Let’s have a date then.”
I couldn’t swallow the sausage I was chewing, and coughed hard as I looked back at him.
“H-Huh?”
“Date,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Aren’t we together now? Don’t tell me, we did that last night and yet you didn’t have a plan to date me?” he added while keeping the lascivious smile on his lips.
My eyes grew bigger with no sign of fading.
‘It’s real. We’re really a couple.’
“What is this? You’re not answering. Did you… reject me?”
“N-No!” I said, waving my hands mid-air. “I did not. I like you. A lot. And I am happy to be your girlfriend. REALLY.”
My voice was stiff. I felt shy confessing like this for the third hella time.
Lanceil smiled before he grabbed my hand.
“Then, its official. From now on, you’re my girlfriend.”
He kissed the back of my hand.
The skin where his lips touched felt so hot.
Slightly raising his eyes, his gaze met mine.
“Just to warn you, I hate sharing what’s mine,” he added, pecking another kiss on my hand.
It was for a moment. But there was a glint in his eyes, so fast, I wasn’t sure how to describe it, not until I remembered who else possessed that kind of gaze.
‘Brett. My master has that gaze while he’s looking at me.’
Realizing that, my hands quivered with unknown thrill and excitement.