Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: The Lady Who Wants to Make a Baby (5)
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“You... Do you know who I am?”
That was Dia’s first words.
No one in the Menesil Family acted this way in front of Dia. They either avoided her or showed obvious fear—one or the other. But this maid was utterly calm.
“Wow, yeah. Seeing this part jogs my memory. Heh... I was so thrilled the first time I saw this scene.”
Whether Dia asked or not, Asbidal giggled to himself and stayed focused on the book.
As if reuniting with a fond memory after ages, he set the book down with a pleased smile. Only then did he smack his lips a few times and finally look at the room’s owner.
“Uh... but you haven’t seen the sequel. The next part’s the real fun one. Keehee. Hehehe.”
“I asked if you know who I am.”
“I do. But it seems you don’t know who I am, Young Lady.”
“You... That’s how you’re gonna answer?”
Dia kicked off the bed and strode toward Asbidal. She didn’t have a knife, but a spoon was still metal. Slam it down hard enough, and it’d be a weapon all the same. Simple as that.
Anyone could see she gripped the spoon tight, ready to swing. Yet her opponent just stared at the lady blankly. Not even a hint of surprise.
A fearless gaze locking straight onto Dia.
Fury boiled up at that look, and as Dia opened her mouth to snap again, the spoon slipped from her hand like butter.
What just happened? But the result was simple.
The spoon that had been in the lady’s hand was now in Asbidal’s.
Holding it like a knife at the ready, he tapped it lightly against Dia’s throat.
“What’re you gonna do with this? Stab me here? Good luck with a spoon.”
By now, Dia was thoroughly rattled. But Asbidal didn’t stop.
Before she could react, he shoved the spoon into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue like he was inspecting it.
“Better use it as a lever like this. You could yank out a tooth, y’know. Hehe.”
“Mmph... stop?!”
Then he casually handed the spoon back to its owner. Stunned, Dia stammered,
“You... who are you?”
“That’s what I said, right? You don’t seem to know me. I’m Sua. You’re the one who called for me, Dia Young Lady?”
“Sua...”
Dia murmured the name blankly.
She had indeed asked for this maid. But she’d never imagined her like this. Invisible question marks floated over the lady’s head.
“So you’re... a maid...?”
She couldn’t help but be stunned.
No matter how powerless a lady Dia was, no maid could act like this.
Beyond that, she didn’t even feel like a maid. Were all the new maids like this these days? For Dia, with no experience to draw from, every moment was a bewildering tangle.
“Right, a maid... but not really. Hehe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I was just some drug addict wandering the streets. But Abera Young Lady took me in.”
“Ah...”
Dia could guess the gist without much trouble.
She’d heard Hildia and Ia-seom were orphans Abera had brought in too. Probably something like that.
She shrugged it off with that vague understanding, oblivious to Asbidal’s lie.
“So, do you have any work? Sounds like it won’t be easy.”
Dia asked.
Hildia and Ia-seom had been picked up as kids and raised as maids, so that made sense. But her sister bringing in such a voluptuous adult? Hard to buy.
...Especially when even she, clueless as she was about the world, could see how shady this woman looked. Really? Her sister? That doubt loomed largest.
“Nah. Mopping’s a hassle, and I got chewed out for trimming the garden my way. Hehe. What can ya do? I’m a junkie.”
“Junkie...”
Dia reacted to the word “drugs.” Right on cue, as Asbidal intended.
“You mean narcotics, right? Calling yourself a junkie and all.”
“Yep. Sao, the drug. Kicked it now, though. Heh.”
Dia’s eyes went wide.
“Wha...? You quit it?”
“Yeah. Not without some side effects, mind you. Keehihihi.”
“...You really can quit it.”
For some reason, hearing Sua’s words filled Dia with quiet joy. She couldn’t hide her smile.
It sparked happy imaginings.
The sweet hope that she could quit too. Then she wouldn’t be such a burden to Ganeghan. She could show him her better side.
“So, what’d the helpless me do for you, Young Lady? Heh... I’m really no use.”
“Oh. Right, that’s...”
Only now did Dia recall why she’d summoned Sua.
Unthinkingly, she eyed the maid up and down. The deep plunge of her cleavage, the skirt riding perilously high between her thighs.
The lady nodded to herself without realizing.
“...Maybe you’re a guy? Or good with dating? Love? I called you ‘cause I need someone who knows that stuff. You seem like you do.”
“Guys... dating... love...”
Asbidal clutched his forehead, pondering, and the chaotic air settled.
Maybe spilling this to a maid wasn’t right. Should’ve made her swear secrecy first. As Dia second-guessed herself,
Snap. Asbidal flicked his fingers.
“Hehe. Keehihihihi. Where should I start?”
Was that beaming grin ominous or reassuring? Dia couldn’t tell.
“Mm... I see. Heh. Hehehe.”
Asbidal giggled, sprawled on Dia’s bed.
They’d grown close in no time. The room was Dia’s, but Asbidal played the host. Still, she didn’t mind.
It felt less like a maid and more like a friend—cozy and familiar. Perfect for someone like Dia, who’d never had one, to mistake for true kinship.
Smooth sailing.
Everything was going to Asbidal’s plan.
Shared bond over addiction. The savvy aura of having what she craved. Demand called for supply.
To dupe Dia, he’d pretend to provide everything she needed.
He could actually deliver, sure. But no real intent. He’d kill her anyway.
Or maybe not killing her’s better...
She doesn’t like Ganeghan. That’s Abera’s claim.
As if he’d buy that. He wasn’t an idiot. Clearly, she had feelings. So Asbidal thought.
And there it was—that itchy prickle in his chest. Like food stuck between teeth, begging to be plucked out.
Hate others eyeing my lab rat.
Someone coveting his pet project? Naturally infuriating.
Some might shrug it off. Too bad Asbidal wasn’t wired that way.
Besides, Ganeghan wasn’t your average joe.
Hated to admit it, but his drug-making skills were top-notch, and his strength was no joke. Better clear out any romantic roadblocks.
If it was love that’d ruin him, fine. But Abera? She’d devote herself to Ganeghan, not destroy him.
To test her sincerity, I gotta keep him alive first...
Asbidal glanced at Dia. She was still fidgeting with her fingers, chattering away.
“So... that’s why I got all confused. I wonder what’s the difference between ‘love’ and ‘like’... Huh?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m listening. Heh.”
Half-hearted replies as he sank back into thought.
Even if I spare him, gotta bury Dia and Ganeghan socially before Abera returns. She’s inheriting no matter what.
Thinking he hung on her every word, Dia mustered courage and pressed on doggedly.
“Just... tell me everything you know. Even the steamy stuff—don’t hold back. It’s embarrassing, but I really know nothing.”
Steamy stuff, huh...
Hm.
“Sex?”
Asbidal muttered unbidden.
“Wha... what?”
“Sex! Hehe!”
Bingo.
Ignoring Dia’s fluster, he shouted it out.
A lady and her doctor in bed? Social suicide gold.
Dia, the clueless idiot lady.
Train her right, and she could lower Ganeghan’s guard. Hell, she would. She was his patient.
With those drug skills, yet stubbornly making only cures? Meant he cared for patients like crazy.
Not giving frozen Dia a chance to respond, Asbidal snatched her hand and spoke.
“Hey, Dia Young Lady.”
“Y-yeah?”
“You like Ganeghan, right?”
“Wha... what? Why bring that up outta nowhere?”
“Easy to tell. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“...Friends?”
Friends. Dia murmured it five times over.
Asbidal pressed relentlessly.
“Yep! Friends! Hehe! So no hiding. It’s a good thing, yeah? You like Ganeghan, right?”
“Uh... um... well, I asked earlier, but I’m not sure what ‘like’ even means...”
“Let’s check.”
“Check...?”
“Flip the perspective—it’s simple. Don’t you wanna be loved by Ganeghan?”
“Ah...”
She didn’t know exactly what “like” or “love” meant, but somehow Dia was nodding.
Love was pure and beautiful, right? She wanted Ganeghan’s love. As much as possible. The thought slipped in unbidden.
“See? You like him, Young Lady.”
“Yeah...?”
“But you’re scared it won’t come back, right?”
“Ah... yeah, kinda feels like that. You’re really good at explaining...”
“I know the perfect way. Guaranteed to make a man love you.”
“There’s a way?”
“Yep. I’ll tell you now.”
Asbidal narrowed his eyes, curling his lips into a leisurely, seductive smile.
A decadent vibe. Sultry air from those emerald eyes fixed on the oblivious lady as he spoke.
“...It’s easy, Young Lady. Just satisfy the man.”
Asbidal ran his tongue slowly over his lower lip.