CHAPTER 12. I Entered the Hardcore Zone

A perfect sunny summer day to start the day.

Rosé arrived in front of the Ramford villa with a determined resolve. She raised one hand high into the sky like a general standing in front of the enemy leader.

Tsk, maybe the heat got into her. The coachman clicked his tongue and started the carriage again.

It looked like she had heatstroke, but it wasn’t that. She was merely gathering courage before entering the hardcore zone.

After taking a deep breath that filled her chest, Rosé briskly walked to the mansion. Alfred was waiting for her in front of the main gate.

“Welcome back, Miss Rosé.”

Rosé blinked her eyes, surprised by the unexpectedly kind greeting. Alfred was even dressed in his formal attire, as though he were receiving an esteemed guest.

Taking the confused Rosé with him, Alfred headed to the guest room on the fourth floor.

This, too, was puzzling. Didn’t they always start by assigning work in the lounge on the first floor when she arrived for work?

The guest room was at the end of the corridor. The farther they are from the stairs, and the more distant it is from the supply room that the maids frequented, and the better the room was. So this place Rosé had arrived at was of the highest grade among guest rooms.

“Butler? This place is…”

As Rosé asked in confusion, Alfred opened the door and said,

“This is your assigned personal lounge, Miss Rosé. You can use this place during your employment.”

“A personal lounge? But I’m a maid?”

Rosé had never heard of a maid being given a personal lounge before. Alfred added with a warm smile,

“Miss Rosé is not just any maid, is she? Now, here’s your new contract.”

A document was handed to Rosé. On the paper, filled with neat handwriting just as formal as the contract she received from the princess, detailed work conditions were outlined.

But none of that mattered. What caught Rosé’s eye was only the salary.

‘Three hundred!’

300 sillas was an amount five times more than what she last received as a corrupt intermediate maid. Rosé’s eyes spun dizzily as if she would faint.

“How is it, Miss Rosé?”

“I’m very grateful…”

“Then I’m glad.”

〈SYSTEM〉 Congratulations! You have received a third promotion in the ‘maid’ job class.
You have acquired the title ‘Legendary Maid’.

‘I am a legend…’

Rosé’s hands trembled as she held the contract. Look at the glorious view of this lounge.

A plush bed with a pure white canopy, high-quality silk curtains fluttering in the wind, a desk with a gold candlestick, a tea table with a flower-patterned teapot and cups, and a vanity with luxury cosmetics only noblewomen use.

Rosé couldn’t take her eyes off the room that was more splendid than her own room in Blue Rock.

“Then change into your work clothes and come out, Miss Rosé.”

After Alfred stepped aside, Rosé changed into the maid’s dress hanging on the wall and looked into the mirror.

‘This, this is…’

Her new maid’s uniform was revealing. It was too much. Rosé turned around and checked her backside.

The skirt was too short, and she felt like even a slight bend would expose her white underwear. What about her chest? Through the buttons of the blouse that seemed like they would burst open, her cleavage was clearly visible.

This is the maid’s maid’s dress of legendary level…

Why does Elion’s voice, wishing her good luck, suddenly come to mind?

Rosé came out of the room with determination, holding the cleaning supplies tightly. The path to becoming a legendary maid was never smooth.

“As expected, His Grace’s judgment was not wrong. This role suits you well, Miss Rosé.”

Rosé smiled faintly. Well, of course. That narrow-minded duke deliberately prepared a provocative maid’s attire like a pervert.

“Since it is your first day back, all you need to do today is clean His Grace’s room. You have no designated break time, so feel free to take a rest here when you’re tired.”

Alfred, like a butler escorting a noble lady, descended the stairs first.

Is this another perk of being a legendary maid? Rosé, who was excited about the exceptional treatment she received for the first time in her life, absentmindedly touched her temples.

“Then, please take care of His Grace, Miss Rosé.”

“Leave it to me, Butler.”

The two parted ways on the third floor. Finally, with a cleaning basket in both hands, she walked towards the duke’s bedroom with firm steps. However,

“Rosé!”

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a man hugged her from behind. As a result, the first button of her blouse popped off. Clatter…

“Rosé, do you know how worried I was about you? Look at me, Rosé.”

Rosé slowly turned her head like a stiff wooden doorknob.

The person who tightly held her shoulders was none other than Ethan Gredean.

You’re still working here?

“B-butler, it’s been a while.”

“Don’t speak so coldly, Rosé! We are a husband and wife who have been through everything together.”

The words ‘husband and wife’ made Rosé’s eyes well up with tears.

To be precise, we’re only a couple on paper. Those damn documents were wrongly made during the transmigration!

“Butler, please let go of me first….”

“Rosé, even after a long time, you’re still beautiful.”

Suddenly, Ethan’s cheeks turned red. It was because of Rosé’s exposed cleavage. She was moments away from losing the second button, following the first one.

“Rosé, I missed you. My wife… I missed this embrace so much.”

“Butler! Ah!”

Overwhelmed by yearning, Ethan buried his face in Rosé’s chest. He sniffled the valley that was emanating a strong milk scent and cheekily brushed his cheek against it.

When Rosé moaned reflexively, Ethan couldn’t help but grab her br*ast with his hand. Eventually, the second button also came undone with a clatter.

“Rosé, let’s go back to our hometown. His Grace is acting strange. He’s trying to separate us…”

At that moment,

“I’m acting strange?”

A chilling voice that felt like dragging a scraper across glass. A low and sinister aura.

Ethan’s back stiffened. Rosé, who was trying to separate herself from Ethan with all her might, also froze.

Rosé saw a man who was staring fiercely at her and bit her lips.

“Well, that’s unexpected.”

Silvio chuckled. Who said I was acting strange?

“Are you here to clean the room?”

Silvio gestured towards the basket and asked with a smirk. Rosé nodded, trembling. The reason she was frightened had nothing to do with his ferocious gaze alone.

〈SYSTEM〉 If the hardcore index exceeds 100, an abnormal state called ‘Achilles Tendon Severing’ occurs.
Hardcore Index: 90
Hint: Obedience

Hic.

Achilles Tendon Severing.

In this transmigration story where demons keep popping out, it was no different from a death sentence.

“Come in.”

“Yes, yes!”

Rosé quickly entered the bedroom as commanded. She thought she heard Ethan cry out, but she didn’t know what.

Silvio, who entered the room with Rosé, sat on the sofa and took off his waistcoat and cravat.

Rosé kept her distance from him and diligently dusted off the windowsill.

The hint was obedience. So, she thought she must obey his orders without question. If she stayed still, she would be halfway there, or at least that’s how Rosé took his words.

“Unquestioning obedience, obedience….”

Then suddenly, she felt a burning gaze. Just like a scene from a horror movie, Rosé slowly turned her head. To her surprise, Silvio silently approached and stood behind her.

“….Your Grace?”

Rosé gazed at the worn-out sofa, avoiding Silvio’s cold gaze. Clicking his tongue, he used his fingertips to lift her chin, making her meet his eyes.

“Why did you suddenly run away?”

Reason for running away? Well, she couldn’t say it was because she didn’t want to die from getting hit on the a$s by him.

How should she explain? After pondering for a while, Rosé responded hesitantly.

“Out of guilt for inadvertently deceiving you…that’s all…”

“So, you felt guilty?”

Of course, it wasn’t true. Feeling guilt was something a servant like Kalen, who made apple pies for the head maid using the apples that fell on the ground.

But honestly, Rosé couldn’t answer either, so she lowered her head as if admitting her mistake and clasped her hands together.

“I was really wrong. Your Grace. I…fell in love with you too much. If you’re going to punish me, please punish my love for you.”

Just like in 〈People and War¹I’m not completely sure but this may be a reference to 사랑과 전쟁 (The Clinic for Married Couples: Love and War) which is a Korean TV show focused on relationships and conflicts,〉 the person who committed adultery only thinks about love and never considers the pain they caused to others. Sometimes, the weak-hearted other party forgave them.

Rosé was also hoping for the same from Silvio.

“Did you do it because you love me?”

“Yes…I fell in love with you. Your Grace.”

Rosé lightly tapped the corner of her dry eye with her sleeve.

Tears were nonsense. She didn’t shed even a single tear, but actors in 〈People and War〉 often shed tears like this.

“I don’t love my husband anymore. Now, I only have you, Your Grace.”

Rosé gently embraced Silvio. His heart was pounding like a battering ram. She delivered the final blow, like throwing sparks onto dry logs.

“I love you, Silvio.”

Did it sink in?

But something strange happened. She felt something large, like a branch, near her stomach.

“Huh…. why…now…”

Realizing the ominous feeling, when she slowly removed herself from him,

“Y-your Gra…urgh!”

“If you love me.”

Grasping Rosé’s hair, Silvio muttered softly.

“I can give it to you whenever I want.”

“Hmph!”

Silvio forcibly knelt down on the floor, pressing on Rosé’s shins with his knees. With one hand, he hurriedly unbuttoned his pants.

From the open zipper, a large er*ect*on sprung out and bounced. Pre-c*m accumulated heavily between the gl*ns and the foreskin. As he peeled it off completely, thick water droplets dripped down.

Veins throbbed grotesquely over a squishy layer of flesh. The er*ect pillar seemed fully filled with s*men.

Silvio pressed the foreskin down as much as possible and thrust the trembling head into Rosé’s lips.

“Suck it.”

“Just a moment, ugh…!”

Ignoring her protests, he forcefully inserted himself into her throat. Rosé’s lips stretched wide open. Smack, gag!

Reacting abruptly to the intrusion, Rosé slapped Silvio’s thigh. How stupid. He was not thinking of letting her go. Silvio tightly grasped her head, burying himself all the way to the root.

“Suck it well. Since I set you as a substitute for m*sturbation.”

“Urk, heugh, ugh, Khk!”

With a powerful motion, he lifted his waist, burying the gl*ns deep into her throat. While Rosé uncontrollably shed tears, Silvio smiled and spoke.

“Did you ever squeeze your husband’s c*ck with your throat like this?”

“Woohook, wooogh…”

Silvio slowly turned his waist, holding onto her head. The insides of her throat tightly clung to his gl*ns. The sight of her crying with her nose buried in his p*bic hair was quite satisfying.

He would withdraw the p*nis and then thrust it in forcefully again. Thick saliva flowed down like viscous water below her chin. His unusually large t*sticles were also covered in saliva.

“Does that bastard know? That you squirt every time I f*ck you?”

“Hugh, urgh…”

“Open your eyes. Make sure you recognize the man who’s f*cking your throat.”

Silvio spat on Rosé’s face when her eyes opened. Her eyelashes trembled due to the saliva sticking to them.

Satisfied, Silvio freely swung his p*nis. Pulling out, thrusting in again, then pulling out again, he f*cked her throat until it was opening wide.

He would press her back against the wall and only move his waist. Each time, his t*sticles lightly brushed beneath Rosé’s chin.

Pre-c*m pooled in her throat and leaked out with her saliva. She could tell that he was about to c*m.

“F*cking b*tch.”

Silvio rushed to grab her waist, leading her by the back of her head towards his t*sticles. Her flabby body was moist with saliva and pre-c*m.

“Don’t just stay still. Lick it.”

Silvio firmly pushed his t*sticles into Rosé’s hesitant lips. Her mouth involuntarily opened in order to breathe. The texture of his t*sticles touching her tongue felt rough, like an elephant’s skin.

“Khk, hoooh, put my balls in your mouth and suck it.”

Silvio laughed smugly at Rosé’s gaze, which was filled with animosity. He pushed his large t*sticles close to her lips. If he thought she would tolerate it, he was greatly mistaken.

In the end, with pre-c*m stretching down her nostrils, Rosé took his balls into her mouth. She gently rolled the sack with her tongue and sucked on the flesh surrounding it. The bitter taste of pre-c*m mixed with her saliva.