Mother's Efforts Are Utterly Fucked
My mother’s efforts were completely fucked. Absolutely, royally fucked. At this rate, I was about to be skewered on the Grand Duke of the North’s massive cock with no escape. ‘And it’s huge, you son of a bitch. It’s giving me an inferiority complex.’ I was one step closer to getting ass-fucked. ‘Should I hand over control of this body again? Order Sena to knock him out by hitting the back of his neck?!’
My mind spun like crazy. But that idea was immediately rejected. It wasn’t the middle of the night in pitch darkness anymore—it was broad daylight. On top of that, we were both completely naked. If I knocked the Grand Duke unconscious here and dragged him out of the bathroom, I’d be gifting the entire duchy with the scandal of the century: a naked nanny carrying a naked duke on her back. There would be no recovering from that. ‘And Carla’s already a yandere mess. This would only make her worse…’
I had to talk my way out of this or find some way to dodge the situation. Just as Lumican’s hand slipped beneath the water and began stroking up my thigh—
“Ah……!”
Suddenly, Sena’s body started trembling violently. The closer Lumican’s hand came, the louder the Sena inside me screamed.
Every night I hurt my lady, stealing her place… I feel like I’m suffocating from my own sins.
I’m so terrified of Lumican… the man who has changed, or rather, was never once kind to begin with. He’s a monster.
Even after the trauma of pregnancy, miscarriage, and death threats, this man still looked at her only as an object of sexual greed and forced himself on her every night. She was shaking with fear at the violent, selfish obsession that had been hidden behind the sweet illusion of childhood friends.
Slipping—.
My trembling hands released the ones covering my chest and unconsciously moved downward beneath the water. Then they tightly clutched the horrific scar on my lower abdomen—the puncture wound on my uterus—as if to protect it.
‘She really doesn’t want to get hurt anymore, Sena.’
The terror radiating from this body transferred straight into my soul, making my stomach churn. ‘…Fine.’
But I decided to use this body’s reaction to survive. Since brute force wouldn’t work, I had no choice but to twist a romance fantasy cliché and get out of this mess.
“D-don’t look…….”
I deliberately made my voice tremble and spoke in a tiny, crawling whisper.
“Don’t look?”
‘Ah, what the fuck do I do about this bastard?’
I lowered my head completely, trying my best to look like a pitiful, wounded animal. Lumican, whose eyes had been clouding over with lust at the sight of my hand desperately covering my belly, now showed a hint of confusion.
“Sena? What’s wrong? Haven’t I already licked and kissed that scar hundreds of times?”
God, every single line out of his mouth was a masterpiece of nausea. I swallowed the rising disgust and this time shouted more obviously, awkwardly pointing at the uterine scar beneath the water.
“I said don’t look!!”
I screamed loud enough to make the entire bathroom ring. I deliberately raised the volume so the assistant nanny Meriji waiting outside and every servant passing through the hallway could hear.
‘If you’re even half a decent human being, no matter how horny you are and how badly you want to oil up your dick, if a woman who miscarried your child is crying in shame because she doesn’t want to show you her scar, you wouldn’t force yourself on her, right?’
It was an emotional solution, but there was cold calculation behind it. I was appealing to the perpetrator’s minimal conscience and humanity. By digging up past trauma, I could trigger his guilt and completely shatter his erection.
I curled up tightly against the edge of the tub, waiting for Lumican’s sympathetic apology or retreat.
But.
The Grand Duke of the North, Lumican von Gestein, who faced my performance—
“Ah…….”
He froze for a moment as if flustered, then nodded seriously with an expression of some great realization.
“Is it… that time of the month?”
“……Pardon?”
“I was too thoughtless. I forgot women have cycles. Seeing blood must be stressful for you.”
“…….”
‘Ha… He looks perfectly fine, so why the fuck does he talk like such a dumbass?’
I nearly collapsed clutching the back of my neck. I had desperately sobbed while pointing at the gaping scar on my uterus, and the first thing he thought of was my period? Did he feel absolutely no emotion or guilt seeing the wound where his own child had died? Or was his brain so full of cum that whenever a woman covered her body, he automatically assumed it was because she was on her period and embarrassed about bleeding?
‘No, in the original story Lucian was a bit of a pushover but not a complete idiot. Why is his father such a fucking moron?!’
Inside, I wanted to slap this insane duke across the face right then and there, but I held back. Even though he’d completely missed the point, his stupid misunderstanding had given me a perfect excuse to escape the crisis. I decided to count it as a win and turned my head completely away.
Then I continued the act, shaking my shoulders as if sobbing bitterly.
“Hic… Hiccup……”
The echoing acoustics of the bathroom, the thick steam, and especially the water droplets falling from my hair and sliding down my cheeks completed the perfect mise-en-scène. Even the way I was trembling with rage at the duke’s stupidity probably looked like a pitiful woman writhing from menstrual cramps and shame.
Only then did Lumican’s expression turn solemn as he slowly rose from the tub. I deliberately looked away from his massive body emerging from the water with a splash and kept shaking my shoulders.
“I’m sorry, Sena……”
The Grand Duke wrapped a large towel from the bathroom around his lower body and let out a deep sigh.
“It’s that time. It must hurt a lot. Get plenty of rest. The massage… we’ll do it next time.”
He struck a pose like a generous ruler and obediently walked toward the bathroom door. Seeing him keep mentioning “that time” and pretending to be a considerate man made me want to rip the sink mirror off the wall and smash it into his skull.
Creak—. Click.
Only after the bathroom door finally closed and his footsteps had completely faded away did I relax.
“Haaaa…… You fucking son of a bitch.”
I released the taut string of nerves and sank deep into the bathwater with a long sigh. At least I’d avoided getting my ass reamed. Even if he was a deranged lunatic who couldn’t read the room. Anyway, thanks to my quick wits and Oscar-worthy acting, I had protected my soul’s asshole.
“But how long can I keep dodging this kind of crazy shit?”
Curled up in the warm water, I carefully rubbed the scar below my navel once more. The malice of this world that had left such a horrific wound, the incompetent and perpetually horny Grand Duke of the North, and the yandere Carla who could explode at any moment. For the sake of survival. For the sake of my freedom. I needed to normalize Carla as quickly as possible and throw that duke bastard at her.
Inside the steam-filled bathroom, I gritted my teeth, filled with venomous determination to survive.
After the bathroom incident, I dressed as quickly as possible and left. Even while drying off and changing into a fresh, fluffy nanny uniform, my heart was racing with urgency.
“Haa, that kid’s probably awake by now and crying his eyes out.”
There was the assistant nanny, Miss Meriji, in the nursery. She had childbirth experience and could breastfeed; she was excellent help. Any normal noble baby would have been quietly feeding in her arms. But the baby I was in charge of—this damn romance fantasy male protagonist, Lucian Gestein—was different.
This one-year-old brat had disgustingly picky tastes. He was a fussy eater who refused to even open his mouth unless it was Sena’s milk and would scream his head off. ‘I need to hurry. The little shit’s going to lose his voice from crying.’
As I hurried down the hallway with quick steps, I turned a corner and caught the sound of the Grand Duke’s maids gathered behind a pillar, whispering.
“What should we do, really……”
“I know… She looks so pitiful.”
I stopped walking. Was this about me again? Well, I had put on a sliding show this morning—sweeping with a broom, then diving face-first into soup—so it made sense that rumors would spread. Or maybe someone had seen the duke barge into my bathroom this morning only to come out sulking with nothing but a towel around his waist?
‘Haa, say whatever you want. I’m just a possessed person anyway, so it doesn’t affect me.’
I tried to ignore them and keep walking, but the next words from the maids made my feet freeze.
“Even though Madam is trying so hard……”
“The young master keeps crying. It’s because Sena left and he can’t drink milk, but since he cries even when Madam holds him, she seems even more hurt……”
“Miss Meriji tried to stop her, but she won’t listen. What are we supposed to do?”
Not only Sena’s name but Carla’s had come up. ‘Carla’s in the nursery?!’
Why would Carla, whose mentality had shattered last night and turned her into a full-blown yandere, go to the nursery? ‘Well, she is his mother, so it’s possible, but given the situation…’
And she was holding the crying Lucian herself? I had a bad feeling. The shallow comfort I’d given the crying Carla last night—that he resembled her a lot, so she should go see his face. Had those words accidentally flipped some switch inside her? Had I given her clumsy courage?
I squeezed out every ounce of strength I had from breastfeeding and sprinted toward the nursery, leaving afterimages in the hallway.
“Lucian……! Young master!!”
Panting heavily, I threw open the nursery door. The sight that greeted me froze me in place.
“Lu-Lucian…… Mommy’s here. Shh, shh, okay?”
In the middle of the nursery, Carla—wearing an extravagant and heavy noblewoman’s dress—was struggling to hold the bitterly crying Lucian. It was a miserable sight. Her neatly pinned-up platinum blonde hair had come undone and spilled down, and her face was a mess of tears and sweat.
“Waaah! Uwaaaaah!!”
Lucian thrashed and wailed at the unfamiliar embrace and the stiff texture of her dress decorations. But Carla refused to let go of the child as if she had lost her mind. Instead, while clutching him, she began frantically tearing at the front of her own dress with her other hand.
“Are you hungry? Mommy will give you milk, Mommy will give you milk……! Mommy has milk now……! Here, drink Mommy’s milk, Lucian……!”
Carla desperately tried to expose her breast. But her formal dress, fitting for the mistress of the Grand Duke’s residence, was layered with corsets, countless buttons, and stiff frills. Trying to hold a baby with one arm and bare her chest was endlessly cumbersome and inefficient. Moreover, the corset tightened to compensate for her slender frame refused to come loose easily.
“N-no…… Why won’t it open, why!”
Carla’s nails scratched at the fabric of her dress until they drew blood. She was panting as if the child would die if she didn’t feed him immediately. The pitiful yet horrifying display of maternal love took my breath away.
Meriji, who had been fidgeting anxiously beside her, finally stepped forward, unable to watch any longer.
“M-Madame! The young master is going to stop breathing! The clothes are too stiff… Eep! I-I’ll hold him for a moment!”
Meriji carefully reached out to take Lucian. However—
“Don’t take him away!!!”
Carla jerked her head up and screamed in a voice close to a shriek.
“He’s my child!! I gave birth to him!! I am his mother!! Why are you all so desperate to take Lucian away from me!!”
The sharp, ear-piercing scream struck everyone’s eardrums equally. Startled by the sound, baby Lucian cried even harder, choking and gasping as if he would run out of breath.
“Uwaaaaaaaaaah!! Uwaaah!!”
“N-no, Lucian…… Mommy isn’t angry. Please don’t cry……”
Carla frantically tried to soothe the child, but he was already extremely anxious and completely out of control. And right then—
The gaze of the baby Lucian, who had been thrashing around covered in tears and snot, landed precisely on me standing frozen in the doorway.
“……!!”
Was it the baby’s instinct? Or did he remember the comforting scent of the milk he had been drinking? The moment Lucian saw me, he stopped crying as if by magic. His tiny hands that had been flailing in the air reached out toward me desperately.
“Abu……! Mama……! Mamma……!”
“……Ah.”
‘Yeah, I’m fucked, aren’t I? About as fucked as getting my ass opened by one Grand Duke?’
I instinctively knew that Lucian’s single tiny babble would become the fuse that blew up Carla’s mentality.