111 What am I doing!? *
A Bannermane’s housemaid was walking in a dark hallway, the further she walked, the darker it got.
After walking for a few minutes, a wooden door appeared in front of her, she gulped, calmed her emotions and knocked.
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
“Marquees Alger has called for Miss One. He is in his new room.” She muttered and walked away.
Her speed was visibly faster than normal.
Even though she has come to this place a lot of times, she still wasn’t used to it yet.
Since her job was now, she rushed out of this creepy place.
As for the ‘new room’ she talked about, well, it was Alger’s new room after he ‘gave’ his previous room to Nux.
Many servants found it weird. Most of them had sensed that something had happened, however, nobody dared to point it out.
Marquees Alger was powerful and cruel, if they were wrong, they would die, and even if they were right and something was wrong, someone capable of making things go wrong for Marquees Alger would be able to kill them.
Therefore, they didn’t say anything and acted ignorantly. It’s not like their life was affected in any way. They just have a few more people to serve.
The new ‘guests’ that have arrived in their mansion, the servants decided to serve them like they serve Marquees Alger and his family.
A smart decision.
The maid sighed when she walked out of that creepy place, she then walked into the kitchen and started doing her job. pᴀɴᴅᴀ-ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ
…
Alger was now sitting in his new room, waiting for someone. Actually, he was inwardly jealous of Heath. He didn’t know why, but Nux was staying at his place, it was suffocating for him since he took every step in with utmost caution.
He didn’t dare to offend Nux.
Due to this, he gets tired very quickly.
However, he couldn’t do anything about it. He can’t just tell his master to go away.
He was helpless.
He could only cry and curse Heath for his good luck.
*Bam*
While he was thinking about this, his door was slammed open and a woman who had covered her face walked in.
“What did you call me for?” Thyra questioned.
“You could have knocked…” Alger muttered.
“Shut the hell up. Tell me what you called for and note, it better be something important, else, prepare to lose your life, I am in a bad mood.” Thyra didn’t care what he was thinking.
She was very irritated for some reason. pᴀɴᴅᴀ ɴoᴠᴇʟ
Alger noticed that and quickly got to the main topic.
“I didn’t want to call you here either. It’s master Nux who wants you to do something.”
“What does he want?” Hearing that name, her mood got even worse.
“He wants you to use all the assassins you have and search if there are any spies in the mansion.”
“Haven’t we done that already?”
“He says he wants you to do it again.” Alger shrugged.
“Fucking Bastard.” Thyra cursed.
Alger didn’t say anything.
To be honest, he would love to have the ability like Thyra’s, an ability to curse Nux whenever she wanted.
He tried it before but was assaulted by that pain, since then, he gave up.
“Is there anything else?” Thyra questioned.
“No.” Alger shook his head.
pᴀɴᴅᴀ-ɴoᴠᴇʟ “Alright, I will take my leave now” Thyra muttered and walked out of the room and slammed the door closed. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
‘She’s really angry huh…’ Alger muttered to himself.
This was the first time he had seen her showing so many emotions. Generally, she’s always cold and calm.
‘Heh, she doesn’t resemble an assassin at all…’ Alger chuckled inwardly.
…
Thyra didn’t know what he was thinking, and neither did she care. She just wanted to return to her room.
She has been feeling very weird lately but she doesn’t know what’s happening.
“Haah! Your mouth is really loud huh? How about you put that loud thing to good use?”
While Thyra was walking away, he heard something.
She narrowed her eyes and turned towards the source of direction.
It was coming from Alger’s previous room, which now belongs to Nux.
Hearing the familiar words, Thyra narrowed her eyes even more and walked toward the room.
She then opened the door a little, peeked inside through that little gap and her eyes widened in surprise.
She saw a maid standing in front of Nux, who had a disdainful smile on his face.
“Get on your fours,” Nux ordered.
The maid’s body moved, and she fell on all her fours.
“You see that? On the floor, on all fours, just like a bitch, that is where you belong. That is what you are now, a bitch, my bitch, who will listen to whatever I will say from now on”
This scene was extremely familiar to Thyra.
Her whole body shuddered in disgust and craving.
Wait, craving?
Thyra frowned.
She noticed that her certain area was a little too excited for some reason. She moved her hand close to that area; her finger moved and started rubbing her little sister.
“Anhh~” Thyra moaned out loud.
She couldn’t believe that just a little rubbing felt so good.
However, she quickly realized where she was and stopped.
Or so she tried to.
As if they had a will of their own, her fingers continued to move and rubbed her opening.
‘What am I doing!?’ Thyra screamed inwardly.
“Anh~” She moaned again.
She couldn’t believe how good it felt.
“Hahaha~ Elegant and Proud Head Maid of the Royal Palace, on all her fours, in front of a nobody. Hahaha~ Fate is really cruel, huh. Edda Osburn.” Suddenly, Nux laughed out loud.
Thyra’s eyes widened when she heard his words.
Edda Osburn.
Isn’t Edda his woman?
Then why is he ordering her like this?
Wait, does that mean she isn’t his woman but was just a poor victim to his weird magic?
Are all his women like that?
Thyra began to think.
“Edda Osburn, start licking my dick as if it is the most delicious thing you ever had.”
Thyra’s eyes refused to miss what was happening in front of her and she continued pleasuring herself unconsciously.