14 CH 14. Thought

[Gwen's Pov]

After stepping off the carriage, my mind is consumed by the image of the Young Master's little brother. I have been seeing and experiencing it continuously for hours, with my hands and mouth. It appears that there are many things I still need to learn. The Young Master has taught me various techniques, and he seems to take pleasure in me following his instructions. My hair is now quite disheveled from his forceful grip, and my mouth feels slightly sore. However, witnessing the Young Master's joyful smile makes all the effort worthwhile.

During the entire ride, being in such close proximity to him for such a long time, I became convinced that he truly harbors no disdain or disgust towards me. It feels as though he sees me as a person, rather than just some lowlife individual, and he looks directly into my eyes, acknowledging my presence and offering praise even when I follow his instructions correctly. Instead of scolding me, he gently guides me and demonstrates the correct way to do things if I made a mistake somewhere.

This is quite a novel feeling, and I never want it to fade away. Being desired, accepted, and loved by someone as talented and handsome as the Young Master is truly a new experience for me. After enduring the suffering and training in the past, I finally feel alive and appreciate the greatness of life. The once seemingly gray world I lived in after my parents' death now appears to have some color, and it continues to grow more vibrant with each passing minute I spend with the Young Master.

Could this be love ? Such an easy person I am, to think I would become like this on just the first day I met Young master.

Lost in my thoughts, a group of villagers appeared, their faces contorted with disgust as they laid their eyes upon me and my comrade. However, they quickly concealed their disdain, likely noticing the crest on the carriage, which signifies the noble status of the person who rides in it. Nevertheless, their opinions hold little significance to me. But I don't really care much since this is pretty much everyone's reaction when they see us, not to mention that now I only need Young master attention. Those individuals who persistently look upon us with disgust are nothing more than insignificant insects. Should they dare to harbor any ill intent towards my Young Master, I will become the blade to eliminate them.

I usually have a cold and stern face, and it also happens during the entire talk we have with the village chief and it seems the Young master even got angry and punished them a little bit for looking down on us. Despite being a small gesture, it deeply moves us, evoking a sense of appreciation and gratitude.

After accompanying the village chief to our lodging for the night, Captain Gareth recommends that I stay in the same room as the Young Master. Learning of this arrangement fills me with happiness, and it appears that the Young Master doesn't mind it either. Seeing the Young master gaze toward me, the thought of once again being loved and desired by the Young Master causes my body to be slightly heated up.

After a while the village chief showed up with food and a group of beautiful women, offering them to accompany the Young Master, my cold and stern face couldn't help but exude an even colder expression as I gazed at those women. Thoughts raced through my mind, thinking that they were attempting to take away my place and worrying that the Young Master might choose them over me due to their greater beauty. However, to my relief and joy, the Young Master actually rejected those girls and still chose me. I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and gladness. After we finished eating, it was time for us to rest, and the Young Master instructed me to accompany him to the bath. Having already been taught some basic maid knowledge, I understood that it was customary for nobles to have a favored servant or maid bathe them as a display of sincerity and trust. Judging from the Young Master's gaze, it seemed that it won't end with just bathing.

"Ah, to be desired is such an intoxicating sensation, ~" I thought to myself, as if a dormant part of me had been awakened. The craving to be embraced and desired grew stronger with each passing moment, fueling a greedy hunger for more. The surge of desire coursed through my veins, igniting a fierce longing that demanded to be fulfilled. The intoxicating allure of being desired by the Young Master consumed me, transforming into an insatiable appetite that could only be satisfied by his embrace.

Since the Young Master finds this undeserving body desirable, I will gladly use it to bring happiness to him.