Chapter 36: It’s Time for Your Medicine, Young Master
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 36: It’s Time for Your Medicine, Young Master
Connecting a few fragments of conversation was enough to deduce a terrifying truth.
And An’s current behavior only served to prove that she was far from the harmless maid Muen believed her to be.
She was much more frightening than he had ever imagined.
"Don't worry, Young Master. I won't hurt you for the time being," An said. "As long as you stay here quietly."
"Stay here... quietly?"
"That's right. Stay here."
A look of immense joy surfaced in An’s eyes. "And then, we can be together forever."
"Together forever? How is that possible?" Muen understood what she meant, but it was precisely because he understood that he found it impossible to accept. "Are you planning to keep me imprisoned for the rest of my life?"
"I have no other choice." An wore a look of slight regret. "If the plan had gone smoothly and your heart and soul belonged to me, I wouldn't have to be so extreme. But the plan failed."
"..."
"Actually, I don't understand. Why did it fail? There weren't any problems for ten years, yet suddenly, it’s as if you became a completely different person, Young Master."
An’s eyes widened as she stared fixedly at Muen, as if trying to find a single clue on his person.
"You became brave, ambitious, humble, and polite. You started caring about a sick maid, you greeted guests with respect, and you even started spending entire days in the library—a place you never would have glanced at before. Tell me, Young Master, what caused such a sudden and drastic change? Could it be... that you aren't the Young Master at all?"
Muen’s heart skipped a beat.
His intuition told him that he indeed wasn't the original Muen Campbell. If that fact were ever exposed, An might actually kill him on the spot.
He could only force a smile and explain, "Maybe... this is just what growing up is like. Aren't men like that? They just suddenly grow up overnight."
"Is that so?" An tilted her head. "Forget it. You are indeed the real Young Master; I’ve already confirmed that much."
An licked her lips, seemingly still savoring the taste from earlier.
"So, since I can't make your heart and soul entirely mine, I can only settle for the next best thing."
An gazed at Muen, the dark desire in her eyes flowing out once more, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.
"At the very least, I will keep you by my side forever."
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"Let me go!"
"You can't do this! This is a crime!"
"I am the son of a Duke! An, you need to understand the consequences of this!"
"Even if you have my body, you'll never have my heart!"
After realizing that An truly intended to imprison him for life, Muen began to struggle in terror.
He roared at her, used threats, tried to bribe her, and even pleaded, but An remained unmoved.
"Give it up, Young Master. From the moment you said you wanted to let me go, I stopped wishing for your heart. Everything I’m doing now is simply to possess your body, completely and forever," An said with a smile.
"You think you can just have my body?" Having tried everything else, Muen threw caution to the wind and sneered, "To tell you the truth, I don't feel a shred of desire for an evil woman like you!"
"Is that so?" An smiled faintly.
She stood up, her smile fading. Once again, she looked dignified and cold. However, her hands began to unbutton the front of her bodice, one by one.
As the buttons were undone, An’s fair, rounded assets—which were in no way inferior to Celicia’s—burst forth like beasts escaping a cage, crashing into Muen’s field of vision.
Hiss—
Muen sucked in a breath of cold air.
A maid. Expressionlessly stripping. Imprisonment play.
No, there were too many tropes here, it was too stimulating... no, wait, it was too infuriating!
Was this something a dignified maid should be doing?
"Oh my, Young Master, it seems you aren't quite as honest as you claim to be."
An looked down, staring at a certain part of Muen, and suddenly giggled.
She leaned over, sliding one foot out of her polished small leather boot. Then, using both hands to lift her skirt, she raised that black-stocking-clad jade foot and slowly pressed it against a certain spot on Muen.
"Ngh..."
"How is it? Does it feel good?"
"It fee—no... damn it... I won't give in!"
Even though the scene was indeed enough to make one's blood boil—especially those black stockings; Muen never imagined An would hide such a lethal weapon under her long maid's skirt! Who could possibly resist a maid in black stockings?!
But Muen was determined not to yield!
It was one thing to be pinned down by Celicia, but he could not tolerate his dignity being trampled upon like this again!
"Nothing you say will work! I won't lose so easily this time!"
"Supreme Lord Laozi, Queen Mother of the West, Tathagata Buddha, Jesus Christ, hear my command!"
"Shrink! Shrink! Shrink!"
Muen squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look at the blood-pumping imagery. He kept shouting strange incantations, trying to drown out An’s seductive voice.
At the same time, he focused his mind on the sensation down there, imagining it was the painful friction of wearing underwear that was too tight while being forced to run a thousand meters in gym class.
Under this multi-layered self-hypnosis of sight, sound, and sensation... it actually seemed to be working a little?
"I underestimated your willpower, Young Master."
Feeling the obvious change in sensation under her foot, An narrowed her eyes in displeasure.
"It seems I'll have to use some special measures."
Hmm? Special measures?
Curious, Muen squinted his eyes open just a crack. He saw An pull two small, translucent glass vials from the deep valley of her cleavage.
Heaven only knew how glass bottles could be tucked away in a place like that. That elasticity...
No, now was not the time for that.
Muen looked at one of the vials containing a red liquid, and a very bad feeling suddenly washed over him.
That thing... looked awfully familiar.
"Good thing I didn't use it all up before."
An shook the vial, watching the blood-red liquid slosh around. A smile that suggested everything was under her control spread across her face.
"That... that wouldn't happen to be Evil Dragon Blood, would it?" Muen asked, his teeth chattering as he stared at the red liquid.
"I didn't expect you to know about Evil Dragon Blood, Young Master," An replied. "That's right. This is a knockout potion mixed with Evil Dragon Blood. This is what I put in your black tea earlier."
"Then... this one over here... it couldn't be Dragon Saliva Grass powder, could it?"
Muen looked at the white powder in the other vial, his voice trembling.
"You even know about this?"
An licked her lips, her eyes teasing. "In that case, Young Master, you should know exactly what I’m about to do."
An deftly mixed the two together, creating a pinkish potion that looked extremely suspicious at a glance.
She brought the potion to Muen’s lips and whispered softly:
"Come now, it’s time for your medicine, Young Master~"