If It's Not Too Much Trouble, Could You Please Service Jia...
"Get the hell off me!"
He barely managed to pry her hands off him. She looked at him with a confused expression, then crawled on all fours to rest her hands on his chest.
"...? Master, if you could just tell me what I did wrong..."
"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. Yeah. Since you didn't..."
"...If I didn't, then I would be grateful if you would stroke me to your heart's content..."
Wait, you're the older one here. Where did that "I'm your senior" attitude go? And now you want me to pat your head?
"While Master was sleeping, I cleaned the house thoroughly so as not to be a nuisance... I hoped that Master would be pleased..."
He walked out of the room, still naked, and she followed him. He was surprised to find the room even cleaner than he had imagined—then he remembered she had always been good at tidying up, and he turned back to look at her.
"...You did, well. No, you did a good job... yeah."
"Hehe, right? Master. I kept thinking about you, wanting to make sure the place where you stay is always clean..."
"Yeah, first, put some clothes on. Just stand there for a second."
He couldn't stay naked, so he went back into the master bedroom, fumbled into some clothes, and came back out. He saw her standing exactly where he had told her to, without a single centimeter of deviation.
"*Sigh*... Now, you can move now..."
"Thank you, Master. Is there anything you would like me to do..."
"How on earth do you do all this? Where did you learn that kind of stuff?"
He asked, sounding annoyed and accusatory, but she just smiled brightly and told the truth, without a hint of deception.
"When Master wasn't around, I read internet novels... I saw how the slaves acted in them and learned it, hoping that if I did the same for you, your anger might subside..."
He wanted to retort, but he just sighed and looked out the window. Yeah, honestly, his anger was subsiding. But that didn't mean he had the slightest intention of taking her back, reconciling, or sharing love with her. Does that even make sense? He had made such a huge resolve to get a divorce.
As soon as he sat on the sofa, she ran to the kitchen, filled a cup with coffee from the cold brew maker he had bought, added three large ice cubes, and placed it on the table in front of him.
He looked at her, dumbfounded, but she said, "Please, drink it, Master...♡"
"...Uh, yeah... Coffee, that's good..."
Coffee didn't do anything wrong, after all. Anyway, after he finished his coffee, she stood stiffly by his side and turned on the TV. It seemed her reason had selectively returned. She perfectly remembered the behavioral patterns he had followed every morning when they lived together—drinking a cup of coffee, then turning on the TV—and she replicated it exactly.
The only things that had changed were that he no longer heard her nagging, he didn't have to make the coffee himself, and he didn't have to go looking for the remote to turn on the TV. She remembered, managed, brought, and operated everything. All he had to do was sit still. It felt like having a secretary.
As he sat there, venting his frustrations to himself while watching TV, he noticed her standing beside him and said, "Sit down and be comfortable."
"...I apologize, Master. Soon... I have other things to do..."
What did she do now? Right on cue, the doorbell rang. She walked slowly to the entrance, opened the door, and told them to come in.
He watched from the hallway, wondering what was going on, when—
"T-this is all..."
"..."
A swarm of his company's electronics installation technicians flooded into his home. They recognized him, bowed politely, and went about their work. Eight "Airdresser" units were installed in the empty spaces next to his closet, and air purifiers that looked like air conditioners were installed and started running in every room. A soundbar 1.5 times longer than the TV he had wanted to buy was set up, a new water purifier was installed, and a "Shoedresser" was built into the entrance.
Once the technicians finished and left, he looked around the rooms, wondering what all this was.
"...The things you wanted to buy, I told you not to...?"
"..."
"So, since Master accepted me... I used my own money to buy them all online this morning. I emphasized that they had to be installed today, so they did it all for me."
Hey, isn't that an abuse of power—no, wait, when did I ever accept yo—
"Everything I have is Master's. Everything that is mine is your property, and I am a being that belongs to you. There is no need for a lowly bitch slave like me to have private property."
What kind of insane author ruined Seo Jia to this extent? Are all the slaves in those stories like this?
Anyway, since they were already installed, he couldn't get a refund. Besides, the optics would be ridiculous. An executive who ordered tons of electronics in the morning, demanded they all be installed the same day, and then asked for a refund because he changed his mind? He'd be dragged through the mud in the news.
She seemed pleased, peeling the tape and plastic off the new appliances and turning them on.
"I... I thought about it, but for air, just ventilating would be..."
"Master, I don't think that's right. I cannot stand by and watch external fine dust enter your precious body. Master must always be healthy. I believe I must remove all risk factors on your behalf. Master, please don't feel burdened and use them to your heart's content."
"..."
"The maintenance fees come out of my account...♡ Hehe."
She's deep in thought. Well, I guess I'll use as much electricity as I want—no, that's not it.
"It's not about the money."
"What is the problem? I will try to solve it. If you were dissatisfied with last night..."
"No, that was quite good,"
Ah, this fucking bitch keeps trying to seduce me. Is she a ghost or something?
"Oh, was it? Then I'm relieved. Fufu."
She stood there looking at him with a smile, then sat down for a moment when he told her to. She looked happy just to be able to see him from closer up, but then she made a face as if she had realized something and looked at him.
"Master, excuse me... I was so captivated by your appearance that I lost track of time... I'm sorry."
"No, what are you sorry for again..."
"I will prepare a meal right away. It's late, but I will prepare it quickly."
I didn't ask for food, he thought. Actually, it was rare for her to cook for him... She was actually quite a good cook. He remembered how she smiled when he first brought her to her studio apartment, telling him to save his money because she would cook for him three meals a day from then on. She would go grocery shopping, prepare meals, and they would eat together at a floor table while watching TV.
But after they got married, it was as if she had become a different person.
"I'm hungry. Let's eat quickly."
"...Just order something..."
"Hey... I want to eat at home today."
"You have plenty of money, why do you keep forcing me to cook? Work at the company is hard, you know. Just go out and eat something and come back."
"...Okay."
"I'm not the only one working. I'll help with the cooking..."
"Don't help. Just don't do it at all. I hate doing it together. There's a mountain of trash to clean up afterward. You don't know. Why do you act like you're doing me a favor by helping when you don't know anything? I hate that kind of hypocrisy. Just leave me alone. I'm at my limit just dealing with the grind at the office all day."
"Still, that..."
"Food, food, food, food, why are you really like this? Are you a glutton? Just go out and eat! Go eat with your friends, do you need money? I'm having a hard time, really. You can just laze around at the office, but I have to be on edge and use my voice all day."
"Lazing around... I don't play like that..."
"Don't try to make excuses just because I can't see you. So you work that hard over there? You work that hard and leave on time? Wow, my husband is really a man of talent. You have the power of a god. Huh? Cool. Very. My husband is the best. Wow!"
That was how he became her emotional trash can and stress-relief target. But the current her was different.
"...Master, I have prepared the meal. Would you like to eat here?"
"No. No. I'll go to the dining table."
"I am deeply grateful that you have spared me the trouble."
It's getting worse and worse.
"No, wait, what is this..."
"I made each one with care, thinking of you. I made it a bit quickly, so it might be lacking... I would appreciate your understanding."
Starting from the front, a 300g T-bone steak, grilled medium-rare, was neatly plated with restaurant-grade vegetable sides. To the right was a bottle of red wine and an empty wine glass. Above that was steaming, oil-fried French fries, and next to it, a golden-brown egg omelet with cheese that burst out when she pressed it with her fork. Wait, that's corn cheese. There was sushi made with five slices of salmon sashimi, hot Vietnamese rice noodles that smelled fragrant, and at the end, a chilled cheesecake, next to a donut with white, opaque cream glistening on it, and a walnut pie.
"How did you make all this..."
"When I do it while thinking of Master, there is nothing I cannot do. Quickly... would you like to eat?"
"..."
"Is there... perhaps something you don't like..."
She looked up at him with a worried expression, fearing he might be displeased. It wasn't the food that was the problem. How was he supposed to eat all this? He even let out a dry laugh when he saw a brownie with chocolate syrup oozing out, hidden behind the pale yellow cheesecake.
As she pressed her lips together, waiting for his words, he sat at the table without a word.
"Yeah. Since you made it, I'll eat it gratefully. You wouldn't have put poison in it."
"Because I consider Master's health to be the top priority, I didn't put anything in that would affect your body. It's all food made with nutrients in mind... I hope you eat it happily."
"Wait."
No, I like that you did this. But the spoon, chopsticks, fork, and knife? I need all of those to eat...
"There are no utensils. You must have missed them. It's okay. I'll go and get..."
"...Ah, Master. It's okay."
She sat softly on his lap, looked up at him, and smiled with a happy expression.
"Doing the things Master needs done is my job."
"Tell me what you want to eat, and I will bring it and feed it to you. Please accept my service happily, Master♡"
This is fucking dangerous. I need to get this repaired. No... t-this is broken...