Chapter 24 – Everyday Life
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When I woke up, the sun was already in the middle of the day. Violetta stretched her eyes wide open. As she stretched out her arms, a creaking sound came from near her shoulder.
“Ugh.”
Lately, every time I wake up, my whole body screams. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been active lately, so there wasn’t a place that wasn’t sore. The feeling that the body is rusted. Even if you wake up after a good night’s sleep every day, it might be the effect.
‘No, I guess I slept soundly.’
Viola, who masturbated her all the time, often woke her up, so it was hard to say that she slept soundly. When she opened her eyes sometimes, the inside of her thighs tingled like a cramp, so she said it all.
That she could masturbate without sleep was, in some ways, amazing.
When I asked the man indirectly, he said he had never been hypnotized to increase sexual desire. It just removed the shame and rejection of masturbation. In other words, that endless lust is just close to Viola’s own nature.
‘…… It’s like a beast in heat.’
As she was also a victim of male brainwashing, she didn’t want to say anything bad about it, but it was Violetta’s intention that it was hard for her to look good. In any case, Violetta was the one who suffered the most from that insatiable sexual desire.
“Your Highness, did you cough?”
In a quiet room. A polite and gentle voice called out to Violetta. Violetta, who had been waking her up from her slumber, lifted her head and looked at the source of her sound.
“Clara.”
“Yes, Your Highness. You slept late today. Are you hungry? I’ll tell you to go and prepare the meal now. Do you have any special menu items you want?”
“No, not at all. Anything is fine.”
“All right.”
A casual conversation took place. After briefly bowing her head, her exclusive maid Clara opened the door and went out.
Kik-Kung.
Tight isolation.
When the human presence left, the room was once again enveloped in silence. Violetta stared blankly at the door Clara had closed.
Quite a bit of time has already passed since her last horrible birthday party. Somehow, after the confession that day, the man began to release Violetta little by little.
One example of her is Clara, who just had her conversation with her.
Clara, who was originally Violetta’s exclusive handmaid, said that after she was hypnotized by a man, she always showed a businesslike and blunt attitude when working. When she talked to her, she didn’t answer, she just ignored her.
However, since her last birthday party, she has returned to her old self.
It wasn’t just Clara.
Everyone who came into her room from time to time was kind and treated her with the same respect she used to.
Also, her younger sister, Ellie, often came to her room to play. The man fulfilled her promise and put the relationship between her and Violetta back together.
Although the situation of confinement in the room is still the same, it was enough to feel that the treatment has definitely changed.
‘It’s definitely the situation I’ve been hoping for.’
However, even so, Violetta couldn’t shake off a hint of uneasiness in her.
It was because I couldn’t figure out why the man improved his treatment like this.
It wasn’t that there was anything wrong.
It just literally turned into this all of a sudden one day.
Was it just her usual whim her, or did she decide to harass her in a slightly different way this time?
Violetta had no way of knowing.
So it’s even more insecure. Violetta could not readily accept the man’s favor her because she had suffered so much. In the first place, isn’t it a yard where it’s questionable whether it’s really pure goodwill?
Smart-
“Majesty. I have prepared a meal for you.”
While I was thinking, Clara came back.
When I told them to come in, the door opened after a few seconds. The smell of freshly hot food tickled her senses her.
“I have prepared things that Your Highness likes.”
“Thank you, Clara.”
Violetta thanked meekly and picked up her cutlery. Then, as if she had suddenly remembered, she opened her mouth.
“Oh, I left a letter on the desk. Could you tell me when you have time?”
“Ah yes. I’ll take it now and hang it in the mailing box. Where can I send it?”
“To the Duke of Gretchen.”
“Is this a letter to Lady Gretchen? I heard you became close at the banquet last time, so you’ve been exchanging letters often these days.”
“Well, he’s also my age. Because I have only a few friends…….”
Elena Gretchen.
At her birthday banquet her, she was the only woman who came up to Violetta and spoke to her. After the man’s surveillance was loosened, she became acquainted with her by exchanging letters from time to time. As she was confined in the room, most of her human relationships were severed, and she was almost the only friend to Violetta now.
It’s not that there were n’t some people who could be called her friends her, but they naturally drifted apart when Violetta could n’t show her face her at places like her tea party.
Truth be told, those friends weren’t really open to each other either. For Violetta at that time, her human relations were more like alliance contracts concluded after thoroughly calculating whether or not they would be politically beneficial.
But Elena Gretchen was different. She’s not saying that Elena is different from everyone else. She is a different Violetta than back then.
She was harassed by a man for a long time, even trying to become invisible by being erased from existence. To Viole, her few human relationships her were too precious. Because it was she who made her long for human affection and warmth.
“Whoops.”
Thinking of Elena’s reply letters piled up in the drawer, I smiled a little.
Violetta. Before she knew it, she was adjusting to this comfortable life. She thought she was holding on to her tension, but she didn’t know that she was gradually loosening herself. Even if she knew, she couldn’t help it.
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Another few days passed.
Violetta shifted the seat next to her, noticing that she was very uncomfortable. Her her today was her realization that the man had prepared a meal for her for two, saying that he would eat her rice with her. As much as she wanted a comfortable meal, she was not at all happy about this sudden event.
Click- click-
The sound of dishes resounded quietly.
The man only looked around the room carefully, but he did not initiate a conversation. Even from Violetta’s point of view, there was no reason to have a friendly conversation, so the mealtime between the two became more quiet and uncomfortable than ever. It was awkward to see her keep her mouth shut and only stare at her portion of the bowl.
It was then. The man spoke first.
“Who is this letter to?”
Tall.
Violetta’s hand her, which was busy playing with a fork and knife, stopped in the air.
She glared at the man with ferocious eyes.
“You know what to do with that.”
“Just, good to know. You don’t need a grandiose reason, do you?”
“…… This is a letter to a friend.”
“Friend? Did you have any friends?”
“…….”
Violetta bit her lip tightly.
The man didn’t care about Violetta at all and reached her hand her over her desk her. Violetta reacted violently when she brought out the stationery that she had been lying around.
“What are you doing! Put it back!”
“What are you so angry about? Just checking the name. Um, Elena Gretchen…… ? Oh, I remembered. Is that the girl you talked to sitting on my cock at the banquet last time? I never would have had a chance to meet her after that, but she managed to become friends.”
“My, it’s none of your business who I’m close to.”
“It doesn’t.”
The man meekly affirmed. There were no other words. He resumed his meal as if nothing had happened. But Violetta couldn’t bear to ignore him and eat.
Violetta’s cutlery began to play little by little as she glanced at her elongated man. Naturally, the speed of eating also differed. When the man emptied the bowl, Violetta hadn’t eaten half of it yet.
The man who had finished eating opened his mouth insinuatingly.
“She said she liked the tightness of her pussy her, too.”
Violetta almost dropped her cutlery that she was holding. I couldn’t get used to that vulgar vocabulary.
“What, what.”
“I mean your friend. Elena Gretchen. Do you have any plans to call me the imperial palace? If you’re a friend by name, wouldn’t it be better to meet and talk face to face. I’m not going to lock myself in my room and scribble letters like this.”
“Oh, no!”
It was a voice almost screaming.
“You you! What are you trying to do to Elena……!”
“What do you mean I am doing?”
“That’s what you know! Anyway, no Elena!! Tea, you’d rather bother me…….”
“Okay?”
As if she was waiting for an answer.
“If your will is that strong, there is nothing you can do about it. However…….”
He snatched the fork and knife from Violetta’s hands her. Suddenly, having her tableware taken away, Violetta screamed.
“Kyaaak! What are you doing…… !”
“I’d rather bother you. You just said that with your own mouth.”
Chaeng-Geurang!
Said the man, throwing the utensils to the floor.
“I don’t think there is a need to treat people who don’t listen to me well. When eating from now on, use only your hands and mouth. I will tell your exclusive lady-in-waiting, so she knows that.”
