Real life is worse than drama, harsher than novels, and crueler than fiction!

“I…I am sorry… I…I felt really safe, so…so I…”

That's what Duchess Lancelot says at the breakfast table the next morning.

That doesn’t mean I am a very reliable person, right? No, the suspicious thing is what she just said. Does that mean Duke Lancelot is not safe to be with!

I look at her with a sympathetic gaze…I forget to think about this. If the son is into SM, then how can the father be any different? This kind of thing is being passed down the bloodline! It can also be passed down through teachings!

Judging by how she's trembling like a psychic…I mean, shaking like a baby bird. Perhaps when Duke Lancelot is in the bedroom, he could be using a chain, a whip, handcuffs, and hot candle wax while letting out a laugh 'Oh ho ho!'…no, that's a dominant mistress!

Whack!

“Eat.”

I was brought back to reality with just a single palm.