Chapter 11: I Am Yours

Ilyse could clearly feel Eliana’s warm breath brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck.

That breath carried a heart-pounding temperature, somewhere between a young girl’s fragrance and a subtle temptation.

She tried to relax as much as possible, but the muscles all over her body tensed silently under the covers. Every cell was screaming danger, as if beyond her control.

Then, a scene that made Ilyse’s pupils dilate unfolded. Eliana didn’t push further but sat kneeling by the bedside. She licked her lips, her face naturally revealing a hint of charm.

Then, she pinched the corner of her maid’s skirt and gently pulled it off. Without the concealment of clothing, Eliana’s slender curves were exposed to Ilyse for the first time.

Despite being terrified of this person, Ilyse had to admit that Eliana was more well-endowed than she had imagined.

Her curvaceous figure and black lace undergarments displayed feminine allure to the fullest.

However, her next move almost made Ilyse scream out loud.

She actually lifted the thick quilt and slid inside.

Strands of hair brushed the girl’s nose, and the unique fragrance belonging to Eliana filled her nostrils. Ilyse froze, completely forgetting the pain in her lower abdomen.

“Master, perhaps… my body temperature can help you~”

Inside the covers, Eliana leaned close to Ilyse’s cheek, breathing softly. Her hands weren’t as well-behaved as one might hope.

The maid’s fingertips fell onto Ilyse’s lower abdomen through the thin silk nightgown, where it was slightly tense due to menstrual pain.

The fingertips touched tentatively at first, feeling the slight tremors of the skin beneath. Then, her entire warm palm slowly covered the area.

“It hurts here… doesn’t it, Master?”

Eliana’s voice was low, possessing a magnetic quality that was almost a murmur, trickling into Ilyse’s ears.

“See, wouldn’t you feel better if I did this~”

As she spoke, her palm began to massage with a slow, undeniable force.

At first, it was clockwise circles, smoothing out the tense muscles and the deep, persistent dull ache.

Heat transferred through the palm and fabric. Although the continuous sensation on her abdomen made her flush, it strangely relieved some of the cold and cramping.

But the relief didn’t last long, as the touch soon changed meaning.

The pressure of the massage gradually deepened. Her fingertips were no longer satisfied with surface-level comfort; instead, they pressed different spots with an exploratory rhythm, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Sometimes they traced the sensitive curves of the waist, and other times they brushed past the edge of the lower abdomen.

Eliana’s face moved closer until her nose was almost touching Ilyse’s ear.

“Master… you seem very afraid of me~ Although you’re trying to hide it, I can feel your fear~”

Between the opening and closing of Eliana’s lips, her breath was scorching.

“I’m just a lowly maid in the Duke’s mansion… so why are you so afraid of me?”

Opening her red lips slightly, Eliana gently took Ilyse’s earlobe into her mouth. The sudden wet heat almost made Ilyse scream, but she forced herself to endure it.

Ilyse’s heart pounded in her chest as if it would shatter her ribs.

‘She really is starting to doubt me! Damn it, I knew this devil was extremely suspicious. If I’m not careful for even a second, she’ll notice.’

What would she do next? Had she realized Ilyse was pretending to be under Hypnosis? Ilyse bit her lip, a flicker of struggle crossing her face. Having a maid who could devour her at any moment was too unbearable.

The warm palm was still pressed against her abdomen. Now, this touch was no longer a comfort to relieve pain, but a blade hanging over a vital spot, filled with control and threat.

By the girl’s neck, Eliana seemed to let out a low chuckle — soft and gentle, yet filled with cold mockery.

She raised her other hand. Without touching Ilyse, she used her fingertips to trace the contours of the girl’s face extremely slowly. From the trembling eyelashes to the elegant bridge of the nose, and finally to the bloodless lips pursed in tension.

“You don’t have to answer. You’re asleep right now, aren’t you?”

Her fingertip lingered on Ilyse’s lower lip, gently rubbing the soft curve.

“I won’t be in too much of a hurry. After all, Master, you won’t be able to hide forever. I will uncover every single secret in your heart, one by one~”

As her words fell, the palm resting on the lower abdomen suddenly applied a bit more pressure.

Although the place Eliana pressed wasn’t the core of the pain, it was more sensitive, to the point that Ilyse almost couldn’t hold back.

Eliana’s fingertips seemed to possess a magical power. A simple movement produced an entirely unfamiliar tingling — a mix of dread and a strange electrical current — that shot up the girl’s spine before she could react.

She almost jumped but could only use all her willpower to suppress the trembling.

Her body’s reaction began to escape the control of pure fear. Her frame, its defenses weakened by pain, actually flushed with a faint, treasonous heat under such an ambiguous and aggressive touch.

‘Damn it… that feeling again!’ Ilyse felt her face burning. The unbearable sensation made her head spin.

“You’re so sensitive, My Lady. Just a little movement, and you’ve already reached this state~ I wonder if your waist will just snap if we go any further in the future~”

Catching Ilyse’s reaction with great interest, Eliana spoke with a slightly excited tone.

Her palm moved up again, covering Ilyse’s flat stomach entirely, pressing against it in a possessive stance.

“You seemed to want to drive all the maids away just now, but I don’t want to be driven away. I’ll take good care of you — especially when you’re so… fragile and beautiful. This is when you need me most~”

“My Lady… I belong to you!”

She breathed the last few words like orchids, yet they carried a heart-stopping temptation and danger.

It was blatant coercion. Ilyse felt herself being tightly wound by invisible threads, sinking into a warm and dangerous quagmire. The weakness of her body, the dull pain in her abdomen, the breath by her ear, the undeniable heat of the palm on her stomach… every sense was firmly controlled by Eliana, woven into a web of sexual tension.

And she couldn’t escape at all!

The light from the Bedside Magic Lamp seemed to dim further, casting their overlapping shadows onto the wall, blurring the boundaries and the fragile line between resistance and submission, fear and desire.

Watching Eliana’s body press closer, Ilyse’s whole body trembled as a terrifying thought surfaced in her mind.

‘She doesn’t want to…?’