Chapter 310: Before the Master, the White-haired Maid's Sorrow, and Taming the Young Lady (3)
The already weak maid instantly sank into the soft mattress.
Tia's panic only intensified.
She struggled to sit up, her expression ice-cold with rejection, yet the fluster in her eyes was undeniable.
Even her voice, meant to sound firm, wavered with insecurity.
"You—you can't do anything reckless!"
It had been a long time since she last called Shia a "nobody."
Yet in her panic, the old insult slipped out instinctively.
As if using that title would establish her stance—an unwavering refusal to submit.
Shia smirked.
"Does saying that even matter now?"
He took slow, deliberate steps toward the bed.
Flexing his wrist, his face maintained a calm, almost leisurely smile.
Tia bit her lip, the sparkle in her eyes gradually fading.
Of course, she knew it was useless.
But…
Shia sneered in his heart.
She knew it was pointless, yet she always had to state her stance, always trying to prove she was being forced, that she wasn't willing.
Strong words, but such an honest body.
So who exactly was she trying to convince?
Playing both sides—this bad little maid was quite skilled at it.
Didn't that mean she needed a proper lesson?
"Mm~"
A soft whimper escaped the girl's lips.
Shia relished in the feeling of the aloof maid slowly melting.
Yet, despite her flushed cheeks, despite her misty eyes that seemed on the verge of tears, her expression remained cold and detached.
In a way, wasn't this also a unique form of enjoyment?
Shia raised an eyebrow slightly.
Tia squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look at him.
She could clearly feel how her body was betraying her.
Guilt sprouted within her, growing into a towering tree.
So she only wanted to escape reality.
To forget herself, to turn the world into nothingness.
Perhaps when everything disappeared, her sinful soul could finally be freed?
With her eyes tightly shut, she thought she could shut out the world, erase what was happening.
But being unable to see only made her hearing and senses more acute.
She could feel every change in her body.
Feel her defenses crumbling little by little.
Her last bit of rationality struggled, but it was a losing battle.
The sharp contrast nearly broke her.
She wanted to escape.
But would Shia let her?
"Where do you think you're going?"
Shia's voice was gentle, warm—like a clear spring breeze.
Yet, in Tia's ears, it sounded like the devil's temptation.
A lure into the abyss.
The fleeing white-haired maid was caught once more.
Looking at the stark contrast between her cold expression and her betraying body, Shia felt utterly delighted.
But this alone was far from enough.
He leaned down, whispering into her ear.
"Oh, wicked little maid, do you want to personally punish your lady?"
His voice was low, husky, carrying a weight of dominance.
The moment the devil's whisper reached her ears, the iceberg maid—who had already sunk into a dreamlike trance—suddenly felt a flicker of hope.
She knew it was a bottomless pit, yet she couldn't stop herself from yearning.
Wanting to fall deeper.
And dragging down the young lady she once placed on a pedestal along with her.
A sorrowful whimper slipped from Tia's throat.
She didn't want to listen, afraid she wouldn't be able to resist the devil's seduction.
She wanted to cover her ears, but it was futile.
The devil's whisper didn't stop, still murmuring beside her ear.
Seeping into her mind, planting seeds that grew under his influence.
"She never really cared about you."
"She knew you weren't feeling well, yet her first reaction was to scold you for losing composure."
"She knew your body was unwell, yet she couldn't even spare a word of concern."
"Do you really think she doesn't notice your resistance toward me? No, she knows. But she still chose to send you to me."
"She was the one who personally placed you in my hands."
Each sentence pierced deeper into Tia's heart.
Her misty eyes slowly opened.
Though her entire body was like water, her eyes shimmering with a fragile glow, they carried an abyss-like depth.
The restraint in her gaze shifted to desolation, to a void of gray.
Something inside her was breaking further apart.
Watching the loyal maid gradually betray her master—it was a pleasure beyond words.
Shia smiled.
A gentle, refined smile.
Just like the calm and composed demeanor he always wore.
Tia couldn't help but lift her hand, cradling Shia's face.
Her dazed eyes reflected his figure, still icy, yet carrying an inexplicable glimmer.
The night deepened, and the door creaked open silently.
The light outside wasn't bright, but compared to the darkness within the room, it was starkly clear.
Under the faint illumination, Tia saw Lilith's sleeping face.
She looked so peaceful and gentle.
A faint blush colored her delicate cheeks, a healthy glow.
Her refined brows were relaxed, completely at ease.
Her pretty lips twitched slightly, as if she were dreaming.
The tall maid leaned against the doorframe, her body slowly sinking lower.
A hand pressed against her back, forcing her down.
Tia gripped the doorframe, her cheek resting against it, slightly deformed from the pressure.
Tia's back pressed against the cold, unyielding doorframe, sending a chill down her spine.
The sharpness that once filled her gaze had dulled, leaving only the helpless sorrow of one who could not resist.
The moment of defilement had arrived.
Her voice was stifled, reduced to soft, rustling sounds that barely disturbed the silence of the deep night.
"No, don't do this..."
Not in front of the young lady...
A deeper sadness settled in Tia's eyes.
She could only bite her lip.
Even if she were to be bullied, it couldn't be here!
As long as the young lady turned her head, she would see her in this disgraceful state.
She was only sleeping. It was still early in the night; she could wake up at any moment!
In that instant, the weight of betrayal crashed down upon her.
Just moments ago, he had been whispering temptations, urging her to betray, to personally bring punishment upon her mistress.
Though she instinctively refused, her mind had already conjured the image.
It was so beautiful, impossible not to yearn for.
But the reality was nothing like the illusion.
She was the one dragged before him, the one being humiliated.
Tia's body felt powerless.