Chapter 25: Big boss.

Once I was sure Olivia was sound asleep, I got up and washed my hands, scrubbing it aggresively where her 'snot' had dampened it.

After that I poured myself three bottles of strong liquor, it was a welcomed distraction as the backlash from the thelesma I'd used finally crashed into me full force.

The pain was unbearable, a searing ache that clawed at my insides, begging for release.

I wanted to scream, let it all out, but I held back—I remembered my cousin's words and smiled wryly, "If you scream in pain, you're gay."

So, I stayed silent, steeling myself against the seering pain.

I struggled against the pain for the whole night, so yea, I did not sleep.

Around four in the morning, I finally rose from my thoughts, wash myself and began to cook.

Luxion had taught me a few recipes, and I hoped to whip up something that would delight the little princess when she woke.

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"Well, she might not have had a wink of sleep for the past month,"

I grumbled, glancing at the clock on my wall that read 10 AM.

It was time to wake her up. Fifteen hours of sleep should be more than enough, right?

"Hey, commoner, rise and shine." I pulled the cloth covering her face aside and gave her a gentle shake.

"Hey, commoner," I repeated, my voice a mix of impatience and amusement.

"Ngggh…" She turned away, ignoring my command as if I were nothing more than a pesky fly.

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This time, as I shook her, I grabbed the side of the ample mound of her chest, but still, there was no reaction.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I decided to take it up a notch.

I playfully poked at the outline of her nipple, barely visible through her t-shirt, then I squeeze it gently and called out again, "Wake up, or I'll assault you."

"!!!"

Well, that did the trick. Her eyes flew open, scanning my face before darting down to her chest.

I braced for the usual reaction—a blush and a flustered question about what I was doing, accompanied by her swatting my hand away.

But contrary to my expectations, she slowly sat up, a rosy hue creeping across her cheeks, which I had anticipated.

However, she didn't remove my hand. Instead, she stammered, "G—good morning, mister."

She bowed her head further, pulling back slightly as if trying to hide her burning face while subtly nudging my hand away.

I, on the other hand, decided to keep my grip, holding her nipple firmly as a teasing gesture.

With a bemused tone, I replied, "Good morning, commoner. Do you realize you've dirtied my bed?"

I gestured toward the distinct shade on the sheets, not a mere sweat stain, but something more like to snot.

I smirked and pressed on, "Do you have any complaints about what I'm doing?"

—Shake shake.

She shook her head vigorously, her eyes darting and timid as she looked up at me from her downcast position.

"Then come closer to me."

—Scrub scrub.

Like a hesitant snail, she inched closer, but I withdrew my hand, laughing lightly.

"Just joking! Go and clean yourself up."

As I stood up, I took a moment to scan Olivia. Hmm, was it just me, or did she look a bit disappointed?

Nah, I must be imagining things. She was an innocent girl, even in the game and the novel.

She would never enjoy such treatment.

She rose, pulling her t-shirt down to cover her feminine areas, still bowing her head as she shuffled toward the bathroom.

"Hey, commoner, take a towel with you."

She looked at me for a brief moment, nodded once, and slipped inside the bathroom.

While she was doing her thing, I moved to the kitchen table, following my obsessive compulsion to arrange the meal I'd prepared.

Not long after, she emerged, fully clothed. While I felt a twinge of disappointment, still wanting to play with her body, my attention shifted to her uniform.

It was a mess—torn in places, her socks had holes, and dirt clung stubbornly to various spots.

Even after a wash, it didn't meet my minimum standards.

"Your uniform is unacceptable; we'll buy a new one today."

"Mister, I have no—"

I frowned and cut her off. "Commoner. Did I ask for your input?"

—Shake shake.

She shook her head timidly.

"Very well, keep it that way… Now, come and eat."

As with yesterday, she devoured the food as if it were her last meal, like one of those mukbang videos back on earth.

I simply sat back, intrigued by her voracious appetite.

Then, just as I feared, she began to choke.

I jumped up and brought a glass of water close to her face. "Come on, drink this."

—Gulp gulp.

The way she drank, her pale throat moving rhythmically, sent a strange sensation through me.

I shook my head, trying to dismiss it. I wasn't crazy, was I?

I took the cup away gently.

"T—thank you," she stammered, still recovering from the scare.

"You can eat all of it, but don't rush. You'll choke again."

Author's Note: I want to apologize guys. I was drunk when I wrote the previous chapter. I reread it just now and damn it was cringe.

Take this chapter as my apology.