Chapter 10: A Pervert

Zarniya was trembling when she was sending the spoon to Messiah's mouth.

He was so comfortable sitting on her bed and leaning on the headboard, while she fed him. He gave them enough distance so he could eat. His attention was on the book he was holding earlier. It was a romance novel that Zarniya had finished a week ago, but there were still two books she had not read yet. Once she finished those two that was when she would go back to the royal library to borrow another ten sets of books to read.

This was not what she should focus on.

He insisted on being fed by her.

Right after she was done eating, he told her to feed her with the utensils she used and the food she did not finish. But there was almost nothing left, she had a good appetite, and even if the world would end, she had to eat. Her digestive system was good, it developed under pressure every fifth day of the month.

If Zarniya was allowed to eat whatever she wanted whenever she could. Without a doubt, she would be a chubby girl with a full belly, she restrained herself not to be greedy and envious. But if she was given the chance she would go overboard.

Deprived people liked to satisfy themselves later.

It was human nature.

So, because of that, another batch of meals was sent to her, and this was what she was feeding him. He ate and chewed silently, he did not say a word while she was feeding him, it was only one moment he raised his eyes and looked at her. It was when she handed him a glass of water, but he did not take it and only gestured to her to make him drink. It was like his arms were cut off and he turned handicapped. When he was clearly fine and constantly changing pages in the book he read.

He did not particularly look interested, more like he was studying the content than entertaining himself. It took her almost half an hour, he finished everything and did not demand a second serving. Seeing that dinner was over, he closed the book.

"Aren't you cleaning?" He emotionlessly said.

Zarniya thought that it was directed to her, she was about to tidy the plates but then saw maidservants rushing to carefully lift the small table on the bed.

She almost forgot that maidservants were watching them.

Zarniya got the feeling that it was not only her that felt the situation was strange. She could see that the servants were being cautious with the Messiah as well. She was not certain if it was because they somehow admired Messiah's outward appearance, or they were scared of his aura, but they were behaving like servants to their master with him.

He was strange and he was making everyone surrounding him strange.

That was the case, yet no one refuted it.

It was the strongest who ruled at the top. It did not matter the title, if you were strong, you were strong.

Seemed like Zarniya's first impression of him was wrong. He was not a person who would bend in situations, others would comply instead of him. Maidservants in this room, including her, were doing their best not to make him angry or slightest discomfort.

He became the master…

Zarniya did not know what to feel.

It was weird, for sure.

"Princess, it's time to take a bath."

Zarniya shifted her attention, her senses numb. After taking a bath everyone would leave but he would stay.

"Pr-pre-prepare Me-Mesiah a r-room," Zarniya said.

"There's no need, I'll sleep here," he stood and casually held her arm to help her stand up.

Zarniya could not help but shrank, he was so natural on touching her. Earlier too, he brushed her hair with his fingertips. Then, when he kissed her and embraced her…

Did all slaves go through training to be this intimate with their masters?

Wait, did he say he would sleep here? In her room? Right! She did not explain to him yet about 'it'! She did not need his service.

"Me-messiah, y-you do-don't need to s-serve me in b-bed."

Zarniya knew this fact, that slaves' purpose was to satisfy their masters. Though he did not act or seem like a slave, that ideology might be instilled in his subconsciousness. She needed to make it clear to him.

He looked at her face, she could sense his gaze falling on her.

Zarniya's entire face was so red with embarrassment.

"Don't worry about that," he indifferently said and continued to gently guide her to the door.

Zarniya wanted to stop walking but he was walking without stopping.

How could he tell her not to worry about that? It was her matter!

"N-No!" Zarniya tried to pull her arm from his clutch, but it was securely held by him. The disparity of their strength was par. She could not set herself free from his grasp.

Not to mention the fact that he was larger than her, he was a sub-human, a person who was ten times stronger than a normal man.

"Li-Listen first," she desperately said, using her other free hand she grabbed the hem of the robe's arm area. She wanted him to stop walking but when he did, she was surprised.

She was baffled by her thoughts too.

She was surprised when a slave listened to her.

"I'm listening," he said and stared at her intently.

Zarniya realized she had stiffened for some time blinked her eyes and regained her posture. She avoided looking at him to stop her blushing reactions, still holding at the hem of his robe, she parted her lips.

She should have talked while in bed earlier, but he was busy reading, and she was occupied with feeding him. Now that they were both standing, even the maids were listening…

"Th-that ma-matter," Zarniya gasped when a cold finger grazed on her earlobe. She closed her eyes firmly and tried moving backward but it was futile. He was still holding her, with an effortless pull, she was dragged closer to him than before.

She moved her head and her lobe parted with his cold fingers.

Whenever he touched her, goosebumps were always expected.

"It's adorable," he muttered and there was laughter in his tone. "So, red."

He touched her earlobe again. It felt like he was a predator playing with her as his newfound toy.

"Master, if you are worried about sleeping together, you should stop worrying. It's not good for your health if you keep on thinking about worthless matters."

"I-I… we… y-you don't have t-to sleep with m-me, I s-swear I do-don't need y-your se-service," Zarniya looked up at him and saw him grinning while pressing his thumb and index on her earlobe. He shifted his sight on her and his silly expression altered to a questioning one.

"If you don't want to have sex with me, it's fine. We can just sleep for tonight, I'm tired from the journey on the way here too. I know you're tired of all of the changes that happened today. We can do it later, let's take our time."

Zarniya blinked her eyes as he stared at him, his fingers moving from her earlobe to her cheek and caressing it carefully. His smile deepened and he looked especially gentle and considerate. He looked so handsome that her eyes were blinded. In addition, his words…

She was so speechless, she heard his words and understood them, but her brain did not process them.

What about later? Take time? He talked about the matter in the bedroom so casually. He discussed it so casually! Slaves were subject to entertainment, but masters were the ones who would decide that matter. He talked as if he was the master deciding her fate in his bed! Worst of all, Zarniya had no way to talk back.

She looked like she was behaving normally with him, but it took her a lot of courage to be as casual as him. Their interaction seemed natural but only she could say that this was not normal.

Zarniya was forced to come back to reality when she saw that maidservants were stripping her, but Messiah was standing not so far from her and watching.

Things kept on transpiring to a crazier level.

"W-why… are y-you… still… h-here?!" Her voice raised and the maids paused. How could he follow to the bathroom?

"Why not?"

He asked with the most innocent expression Zarniya had ever seen.

She held onto her head and felt the dizziness subsided.

"Your head still hurts?"

Zarniya kept her eyes closed.

It was quiet for a moment then she heard a movement and he said, "That's it. Leave, I'll assist her myself."

He sounded cold and angry.

The rustles of footsteps rang on Zarniya's head, and she abruptly opened her eyes. She could not be left alone with him again. Who knew what he would do next? She could not predict his actions, she could only follow him blindly and follow his instructions, but he was saying was getting more and more weirder.

He was like a pervert.

No, he was definitely a pervert.

"Sta-stay! Everyone st-stay! Bu-But not y-you, Mes-Messiah. Leave! Leave!"

It was the first time in Zarniya's life that she raised her voice to someone.