Chapter 11 - A Masochist

"Did you hear about what happened in Zuberg Village?"

"Something happened?"

"Yeah, Yesterday morning in our village square."

"Yesterday, I wasn't in the village, so care to fill me in?"

It is kind of expected that Anne and Margarette will be the hot topic among the resident of Zuberg Village. Two beautiful women, wearing revealing clothes and having a catfight in public. Not to mention one of them is someone from a noble family.

"Heya, Sister~" By using her teleportation power, Nerissa appears in front of her sister. Due to how often she had done this to Margarette and Esme, it doesn't catch her older sister off guard; instead, the latter just looks up from her paper and stares at Nerissa.

"Nerissa, where have you been? The maids had been searching for you since this morning."

"Hmmmm~? What do you mean by that~? I was in my room for the whole time~"

"Yeah, right..." She looks back at the letter in her hand.

"By the way, sister~ What are you looking at~?" Nerissa asked curiously, considering Margarette was never the type to read literature stuff.

"Hmmm? It was a letter from Viscount Arsen." At the mention of that old man's name, Nerissa frowned.

"Again? What does he even want?" Her playful tone was replaced with a vile tone and disgusting face. "Don't he understand that no means no?"

"He never gives up," Margarette said with a smug smile. "This proves how better I'm compared to other nobles." She added proudly while his little sister just sighed at her attitude.

"Or maybe he just after your body."

"Nonsense, no matter how beautiful and elegant my body is, Viscount Arsen is totally in love with how powerful and graceful I'm."

"So, do you intend to accept his offer to become his wife?"

"No. I don't intend to marry someone who is twice my age."

"I see...So Sister~ I heard that you will have a duel with a commoner~ Is that true~?" She changed her personality rather quickly.

"Seem the word has spread even to my dearest sister. Yes, that is the truth." Nerissa was actually in the crowd, but Margarette didn't need to know that. "That commoner is so full of herself, demanding an apology from me? The great Margarette? She is just a greenhorn who thinks she can take on someone with the Adept rank when she hasn't even reached the Initiate rank yet."

"Ooooh~"

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"Wh...What is this?"

Arthur was dumbfounded when as soon as he entered his house, he was greeted by Anne, who wore an apron that barely covered her body — Especially her chest area, where it looked like it would explode in a matter of seconds. She just stood there with her hands behind her back, and her face flushed red.

"We-Welcome back, Arthur." She stuttered cutely, looking at her left and right before looking back at him.

"Wo-Would you like your lunch?" He knows this catchphrase. Aren't these the Dinner-Lunch-Me things he watched in a bunch of anime?

"Would you like your bath?" Okay, he already knows his answer.

"Or woul-Kyaaaa!" Before she could even finish her sentences, Arthur had already pushed her onto the floor. He stares straight into her blue eyes with both hands holding her hands tightly, unknowingly hurting her hands.

"A...Arthur," She muttered his name.

Name: Anne [?]

Age: 18

Affiliation: Church of Lesedi

Status: Virgin

Romantic Interest: Arthur [S+]

Bust: 100 cm

Waist: 54 cm

Hip: 84 cm

Sex Drive: [S]

Erogenous Zone: Nape, Nipples, Clitoris, Anus, A-Spot, Buttocks

'Wow...This is kind of unexpected.' He had never thought that Anne would have this much of a sensitive zone. "Well, I will take Lunch." He said with a smiling face. As much as he wants to do that, Anne still has a battle she must face today.

"...Eh" That was a disbelieve in her voice. Did Arthur just reject her advance? Ouch, that gotta be hurt.

"What? Do you want me to fuck you this early? Man, as much as I want to do it, I want to fill my stomach more, and also, did you forget that you need to face Margarette?"

She just huffed at him before muttering, "That is indecent language, and yes, of course, I know." She then looks away from him. "Do...Do you like it?"

"You mean this apron stuff?"

"Uhu.."

"I don't like it." He could see she frowned and looked extremely dejected when he said that. "I love it." He said with a toothy smile. She looked at him with a happy expression.

"Would you like me to wear this when cooking for you?"

"Well...I will be happy but cooking for me? Do you move in here or something? You will give Father Adam a heart attack if you cook in the church wearing that."

She giggled at him, "Yup, I moved in here. I already bring all of my things from the church." Arthur raised his eyebrows at her answer.

"That kind of fast... I have only gone for about three hours, and you already bring all your stuff? You really desperately want to live here, huh. You know we only have one month to stay in the village before heading to the capital, right?"

"Well yeah..I know that."

"So you still want to live here?"

"Yup." Okay, that is totally un-Annelike. Did she eat something bad this morning?

"Okay...." No questions need to be asked.

"Ummm, Arthur?"

"Yeah?"

"Care to let my hand go?" Arthur blinked before looking at his hands.

"Oh, sorry bout that." He quickly pulled his body from her, thus releasing her from his grip. Anne goes into a sitting position and rubs her right wrist. "It must be hurt, isn't it?"

"Well, it does feel hurt." She muttered but didn't look bothered by it. Is she in a good mood or something?

"I'm kinda sorry bout that...Didn't mean to hurt you." She looked up at him with a smile.

"Actually, Arthur, I have something to tell you."

"Something to tell me? Well, go on."

"I actually kinda like it when you hurt me." She said, scratching her face with her left index finger. Arthur just blinked at her answer.

"Wait...What? Are you telling me that-"

"A Masochist? Yes." Anne cut him before he had even finished his sentence.

"Well, I want to say a degenerate pervert who wants me to step on her and treat her like a pig but masochist is right too." She just giggled.

"Well, I'm a degenerate pervert who wants you to step on me and treat me like a slave."

"I said pig, not slave, but oh well, I still like you for who you are, plus you being a masochist is kind of hot."

"I thought you would look at me with disgust when I tell you about my fetish."

"Anne, There is no way that I will ever hate you. I will always love you, even if you somehow go an emo revenge route on me."

"That is kinda cringed..."

"Hey, You still like it."

"Well, isn't that the truth?" Both of them looked at each other before chuckling.

"By the way, If you are a masochist, will you call me master?"

"Oh hell, Nah!" She shouted at him with a flushed face. "You perv! Just because I'm a Masochist doesn't make me in need of a master!" Yup, it's totally the Anne he knows.

"But you did say that to treat you like a slave, so does that make me your master tho?"

"Just because I want to be your slave doesn't make you my master!"

"Oh wait, how does this even work!?" Arthur shouted with a smile on his face.

Masochist or Sadist, Beautiful or Ugly, He will always adore her to the core.