Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 83
Chapter Title: The Cult Leader's Exclusive Servant
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Lee Seo-ho had become the cult leader's personal servant.
After receiving instructions from the head maid and finishing roll call, he headed straight to her room.
Just like the previous night, he lightly knocked on her door.
Knock knock.
“Cult Leader, it's Lee Seo-ho.”
Crash!
‘…What was that?’
Right after calling out to her, a loud noise echoed from inside the room.
A moment later, her voice came through.
[…Come in.]
With permission granted, Lee Seo-ho carefully opened the door and stepped inside.
What he saw upon entering was the cult leader sipping tea while gazing out a large window at the scenery.
‘…So what was that big noise just now?’
The scene before him was utterly at odds with the sound he'd heard, leaving Lee Seo-ho tilting his head in confusion.
A quick scan of the room revealed nothing out of place or fallen.
“Cult Leader, I've been assigned as your personal attendant starting today. Since I'm still inexperienced, may I ask what you'd like me to start with?”
The head maid had only informed him of his new role; he hadn't received details on the cult leader's exact schedule.
In response to his question, the cult leader replied without even turning her head from the window.
“…Have a seat over there first.”
“……You mean here?”
She subtly gestured with her hand toward the chair directly opposite hers.
‘What’s she thinking…?’
For now, Lee Seo-ho carefully took the seat as instructed.
Then.
Glance, glance.
She, now facing him directly, shifted her gaze from the window ever so slightly to look at him.
Propping her chin on her hand, she lightly tapped her teacup.
Quick on the uptake, Lee Seo-ho picked up the teapot beside him and poured tea into her cup.
She indifferently lifted her cup, took a sip, and then.
“…Pour some for yourself too.”
With that, she nodded toward the teacup in front of him.
Following her instruction, Lee Seo-ho poured tea into his own cup and took a sip.
A brief silence followed.
“…….”
“…….”
The cult leader continued propping her chin on the table, pretending to be indifferent as she stared out the window.
‘She’s so bad at this.’
Lee Seo-ho nearly let a chuckle slip at the sight of her.
After all, she’d designated him as her personal attendant for “that” reason.
But having been ignored by her father since childhood, she was simply clumsy at expressing honest feelings.
Right now, too.
She probably wanted something else but couldn’t bring herself to ask.
So she was just keeping him seated there, buying time.
And as Lee Seo-ho predicted.
Behind her indifferent, elegant expression as she gazed at the scenery.
Her mind was in turmoil.
‘What do I do, what do I do, what do I do, now what…?!’
Just as he’d guessed, she did want something.
What she’d longed for so desperately the night before, keeping her awake.
That’s why she’d sent for the head maid early that morning to assign him as her exclusive attendant.
Yet from the moment he entered her room, she’d been inexplicably unable to do anything.
‘I had the whole scenario planned out!’
Tears nearly welled up as she indifferently sipped her tea.
That’s when the quietly seated Lee Seo-ho spoke up.
“Cult Leader.”
Clink!
His sudden voice caused her steady hand to tremble violently as she set down her teacup.
But she forced an indifferent expression and glanced at him.
“What is it?”
Fortunately, she hadn’t bitten her tongue.
“I’ve realized the intent behind what you’re trying to convey to me.”
“……Y-Yes? What?”
But his following words made her stutter.
Her indifferent facade crumbled, her eyes wide with panic as she stared at him.
Lee Seo-ho, however, smiled leisurely back at her.
That smile set her heart racing once more.
“I realized it was wrong of me to even ask what I should do for you. You conveyed that through the empty teacup.”
The cult leader thought.
‘What is he talking about?’
But without showing it, she calmly replied.
“H-Hmph. Good, as long as you get it.”
“Yes, just as you’ve shown me, I’ll anticipate your needs and provide them without you having to ask.”
“……Yes?”
Lee Seo-ho rose from his seat and moved behind her.
As he drew near, her heartbeat intensified, her entire body tensing up.
But the tension kept her from any awkward movements.
And from behind her, Lee Seo-ho.
Drew a comb from his waistband.
“It seems the morning attendant wasn’t very skilled with the comb. I can see some tangles.”
“…….”
He began carefully combing her hair.
Swish, swish.
The dry, rhythmic sound of the comb.
But.
‘Ahhhh….’
Exposing her back to him, the cult leader melted with a blissful expression, savoring his touch.
‘This is it, this….’
His gentle touch, what she’d desperately craved all night.
Though it paled in comfort compared to being held tightly in his arms the night before.
This felt precious in its own way, like being cherished.
Lee Seo-ho noticed her ears turning red and her shoulders subtly trembling.
“From now on, whatever you need, I’ll seek it out and provide it without you having to request it.”
“Y-Yes…. Ah, ahem, yes, p-please do….”
Realizing she’d lost herself for a moment, she cleared her throat and regained her composure.
But just then.
Stroke.
“…Eek!”
Lee Seo-ho’s left hand gently stroked the left side of her head.
The sensation traveling from her scalp to brush her ear sent her heart pounding again, a melting pleasure making her lips quiver faintly.
Afterward, Lee Seo-ho attended to her as best he could by her side.
After the meeting with executives to maintain the hotel and the cult.
He’d feed chocolate into her mouth while lavishing her with praise.
“You were splendid today as well. Truly, Cult Leader. Impressive.”
“……Munch, munch.”
She’d pout discontentedly but blush as she accepted the chocolate.
And part her lips slightly again to take more.
Or after escorting her back to her room following the weekly large-scale cult assembly sermon.
“Magnificent sermon. The followers’ eyes were sparkling.”
“……Slurp.”
He’d offer a straw to a drink for her strained throat while stroking her hair.
“……Is that all?”
“Yes?”
“……Ahem, is that all you have to say?”
“Er…. Ah, of course, your sermon touched my heart too, Cult Leader. Your voice was beautiful as well.”
“More.”
“Ah, yes.”
Growing a bit more accustomed, she smiled faintly as she took the straw from him and sipped her drink.
Or on days without schedules, he’d play board games with her.
Crash!
“……Ah!”
“Looks like you’ve lost again, Cult Leader. Rules are rules, so here.”
“……N-No helping it.”
The penalty was simple.
The loser who toppled Jenga had to give the winner a five-minute shoulder massage.
This time, having toppled it, the cult leader moved behind him and kneaded his shoulders enthusiastically.
‘So firm, so big….’
Behind him, she sparkled with excitement for a “penalty,” a bit of drool escaping.
“You’re not very good at Jenga, Cult Leader. You’ve been losing nonstop.”
“Hmph! It’s just a game of pure luck!”
‘……Jenga?’
Lee Seo-ho tilted his head, wondering where luck came into Jenga.
And so, as her personal servant, Lee Seo-ho faithfully spent a full week.
Then.
At some point.
The cult leader began gradually unpacking her bundle of dishonest feelings.
But only when alone with him.
“Manager Lee, I’m tired. Come here quick.”
“Shall I bring cold drinks and dessert?”
“Hmph! Idiot. Hurry over here and sit in the chair!”
She’d naturally settle onto his lap, resting her head against his chest.
Her soft buttocks pressed against his thighs, but he did his utmost not to get aroused.
Her relaxed breaths tickled his nape.
“Stroke with more affection.”
“Like this?”
“Not enough. Also, at this rate, I’ll fall off. Support me with your other hand quick.”
In response to her demands, he naturally ended up holding her close.
Like a child nestled in his lap on the chair, entrusting her head to him.
But her slender waist, ample hips, and breasts were anything but childlike—purely seductive.
She savored his embrace with the utmost happiness.
‘Good scent, so cozy, so warm.’
Utterly unconcerned that her sensitive parts pressed fully against him.
For her, this brief daily time.
Being held in his arms was her greatest joy.
She’d grown close enough to indulge in such honest coquetry with him.
But still.
A bundle remained tied in her heart, unresolved.
。 。 。
On the night marking a full week since he’d become her personal servant.
Her nightly care routine proceeded as usual.
He carefully dried her wet hair.
Tended to her hands and feet with care.
And finally.
Nude on her bed, lying prone, he massaged her back with oil.
That day followed the exact same sequence, up to the massage.
Press, preess.
Just as he pressed his thumb into the center of her lower back.
“……Hngh.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s fine. Keep going.”
As usual, she blushed and panted under his pleasant touch.
No moment calmed her heart quite like this.
Nude, entrusting nearly her entire body to his hands.
His firm palms caressed her skin, the delightful stimulation clouding her mind.
Each time he touched certain spots.
“…Hngh.”
An inexplicable lewd sensation washed over her.
‘Something… strange. Feels good, but like it’s about to burst yet won’t. …I want it to burst.’
She exhaled raggedly, hiding it from him, trying to gauge her feelings.
When he caressed her body, among the emotions from his embraces.
The ticklish sensation in her lower abdomen intensified.
But it only tickled.
Stimulating and pleasant, yes.
Yet every night, that need for release lingered unsatisfied as the massage ended.
Unbeknownst to Lee Seo-ho, her pent-up frustration built within.
Press.
“Hnngh…!”
It unmistakably surfaced during this week’s care session.
He noticed it while caressing her buttocks as usual.
‘…Wetter than yesterday.’
Her smooth mound, now impossible to hide even if she tried.
The plump flesh visible beneath her cheeks glistened with overflowing nectar in the candlelight.
Stroke, press.
He lightly stroked her buttocks with his thumb, then firmly pressed a specific spot.
Twitch, twitch.
“Hnngh….”
Her folds clenched tightly, more fluid leaking out, a faint moan escaping her lips.
At that sight.
Lee Seo-ho instinctively knew she was ready and smirked.
“…Cult Leader.”
“……Hngh, w-what is it?”
“Are you feeling any discomfort somewhere?”
“I’m fine, just keep….”
“No, not that.”
Cutting her off, he gripped her shoulder with one hand.
He felt her soft skin and her body trembling.
Lost in a haze, her eyes filled with confusion as she slightly lifted her head to look at him.
“Doesn’t your lower belly feel ticklish or hot… and bothersome?”
As he spoke, he lightly caressed her soft thigh.
But ignoring the lewd touch, she stared at him in shock.
“How did you…?”
Her trust in him now sky-high, she harbored no suspicion.
Purely amazed at how he’d discerned her feelings.
Grinning, Lee Seo-ho replied.
“I know a great massage that can relieve that sensation… Interested?”
“A great… massage?”
Her innocent eyes flushed her cheeks.
And as his hand stroked her buttocks again, the lewd sensation swept her once more, her gaze turning hazy.