A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 91
“Ugh… yes… uhm…”
Unaware that she might live a dreadful life, Rosé accepted his tongue with pleasure.
Muho finally removed her corset and squeezed Rosé’s br*ast tightly. If she met someone else, she would put piercings on these cute n*pples.
“This p*ssy belongs to me. Got it?”
“Yes… Master.”
…What a hateful guy. Rosé pushed Muho away with a disgusted look as he kissed her cheek. Nevertheless, the fact that he was an excellent supplier of s*men did not change.
* * *
〈SYSTEM〉 Your stats have changed due to the target, ‘Muho (S-Tier)
Intelligence +36
Morality +15
After waking up, what appeared were system windows. In just one day, his stats had increased by hundreds.
This had happened frequently in the past year. So if asked if he had filled up all 1000 points…
Stamina 702/1000
Strength 698/1000
Sensuality 678/1000
Charisma 784/1000
Intelligence 610/1000
Faith 674/1000
Sociability 420/1000
Etiquette 659/1000
Morality 411/1000
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. It was because of the frequent decrease in stats rather than s*men absorption. Looking back over the past year, it was like this.
〈SYSTEM〉 Stats change due to job activities.
Intelligence -40
Faith -35
Morality -30
〈SYSTEM〉 Stats change due to outdoor activities.
Stamina -50
Etiquette -40
Morality -20
The former was her system window seen while working as a Pumong guild member, and the latter was the system window she saw every time she entered the Pumong headquarters.
Although the stats that decreased occasionally changed, the numerical values dropped generally to that extent. Morality especially consistently decreased, probably because the system perceived Pumong as a group with low morals.
It was understandable. Sometimes when she went to the headquarters at night, she could see her colleagues bringing prostitutes and having s*x inside, which led to a decline in morality.
“This is not the time…”
Rosé propped up her stiff waist with her hand and got up from the bed. Seeing the empty spot next to her, it seemed like Elion had chased away her Master, for which she was grateful.
She already felt uncomfortable sleeping together with her Master, let alone having s*x. It was like how a father would be okay with his daughter meeting a man but not staying out overnight.
Coincidentally, Elion prepared a bath for her. She cleaned her body stained with s*men, washed her hair, and changed into the maid outfit that Elion had laid out.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she seemed quite presentable despite the shadows under her eyes.
Her master’s f*tish—urination—was disgusting, but fortunately, after having s*x, everything below was always thoroughly cleaned. It was thanks to the secretions of a divine spirit that healed any wounds.
Lastly, Rosé put a piece of ribbon dyed with cochineal into her mouth. After pressing it for a few seconds and then releasing it, her lips gained a rosy color.
After meeting her divine companion, now was the time to meet her human fiancé.
* * *
On a chilly afternoon, when the cold wind subsided and the spring breeze became clear. The laundry room of the Ducal Mansion was bustling as usual with the sound of laundry sticks and gossip.
“Have you heard the rumor? The Duke is summoning the Triumvirate.”
“No way! The Emperor won’t just sit idly by!”
“That’s why he’s convening even more.”
Cody whispered to the newcomer, lowering her voice so no one else would hear.
“He’s trying to ascend to the throne.”
“Oh my goodness!”
The newcomer couldn’t hide her shock, even dropping the laundry stick she was holding. Cody chuckled at the innocent reaction of the newcomer.
“You still don’t know? The laundry room myth.”
“Myth?”
In a laundry room where false accusations and gossip were common, what could this talk of a ‘myth’ mean? Moreover, ‘god’1신화 means ‘myth/deitification’ while 신 means ‘god’ was a word prohibited by imperial law.
Cody looked at the grassy field covered with laundry with eyes reminiscing about old times. The newcomer also looked in that direction.
“It started last spring. A country girl stepped into the laundry room after treading on that green meadow.”
The newcomer imagined a girl in modest attire running across the grass field. A primrose was pinned to her side hair.
“She was such a country girl that she didn’t even know how to properly disinfect laundry. She couldn’t even properly swing the laundry stick. It was probably because she had been mistreated by her parents and didn’t eat properly.”
The newcomer imagined a scene where only a girl’s skeleton remained, struggling to lift the laundry club. There were traces of unknown bruises on her cheeks and arms. Before he knew it, tears welled up in the newcomer’s eyes. How pitiful.
“One day, that country girl went to the backyard. It seems she was being bullied by the ugly kitchen kids. She hid under a cart full of trash and cried her heart out…”
Engrossed in the story, the newcomer eagerly waited holding her hands and listening to what would come next.
Cody looked satisfied seeing the newcomer so engrossed and stretched her hand up into the sky like an extreme actor.
“At that moment! The Duke himself discovered that country girl. Oh, what a rose-like girl. Why are you crying here? Then the country girl said, ‘Oh, I’ve never seen such a kind person like you.'”
The newcomer’s eyes sparkled brightly. Cody firmly held the newcomer’s hand and said as if she had become a duke herself.
“I, too, have never seen such a beautiful person like you before. Will you marry me?”
“Oh my!”
Cody reached her hand up towards the sky again to conclude the story from her point of view.
“And so, the country girl made a pact of lifelong love with the duke and became the laundry room’s myth.”
Clap, clap, clap. The newcomer praised the perfect ending. The story of a poor and oppressed country girl finding love with a nobleman was always touching no matter when you heard it.
Cody again grasped the clapping hand of the newcomer and whispered as if sharing a secret.
“That country girl is none other than our Rosé from the laundry room.”
“Oh my, Rosé…!”
“Yes, she is the betrothed of Duke Silvio.”
Oh my, oh my! The excited newcomer even put a handkerchief in her mouth and ran around.
Rosé, wasn’t she considered a legendary beauty among the people of the Ducal Mansion? However, except for her name, everything else about her was shrouded in mystery.
There was one thing, though, that was known through the housemaid who worked in the mansion.
“Is it true that the betrothed lady calls the duke ‘master’?”
“Oh my, how did you find out about that?”
Cody blushed and fanned herself shyly. The newcomer’s lips formed a perfect circle. Oh, so the rumor was indeed true.
“Anyway, that’s why the duke is planning to convene the Council of Three Powers.”
The newcomer whispered while covering her mouth with her palm, afraid that someone might overhear.
“To ascend to the throne?”
“Yes, so that he can have a formal wedding ceremony with his betrothed.”
Wait, what is this talk about? The newcomer’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Well, you see, all high-ranking nobles’ marriages require direct approval from the emperor. Well, the duke sent a letter to the palace a year ago, but…”
“Cody! Are you still not finished with that?”
Suddenly, a loud noise was heard. Cody hurriedly pretended to do laundry by swinging the laundry stick.
Bell, who had her hand on her hip, shook her head disapprovingly. Whenever the topic of Rosé came up, she would get busy like this.
“Today is the day Miss Mora is visiting! Everyone, do not make a sound near the main entrance so as not to offend her!”
“Yes!”
“Of course!”
“Absolutely!”
Bell looked around at the maids answering in unison before heading back to the annex. Inside the annex, gathered around, fellow maids raised their glasses and asked Bell.
“So what happened next?”
Well, they’re really impatient. Let’s listen quietly. So then, Rosé…
Bell sat down with a huff and began to unravel the stories. The laundry room myth. Undoubtedly, even a year later, it was still the best gossip in the Ducal Mansion.
* * *
“You have arrived, Miss Rosé.”
Alfred, opening the carriage door, placed his hand on his chest in the manner of addressing any lady. Rosé waved her hand as she walked down the line of footmen.
“Don’t be so formal, Alfred.”
“How could I not be? To someone who will become the Lady of Ramford.”
Rosé smiled mischievously at Alfred’s stern tone. Alfred must be the only one to treat her like a noble lady despite her maid attire.
“But what about the duke?”
“He is waiting for Miss Rosé on the third floor. Allow me to guide you.”
Rosé followed Alfred to the drawing room on the third floor. Six months ago, the drawing room designed by a furniture designer from Monchen had been renovated and was now used as Rosé and Silvio’s marital bedroom.
The marital bedroom was a space decorated according to Silvio’s taste. Black velvet curtains, wall shackles used for tying prisoners, a horsewhip made of cowhide, cushions for hitting buttocks or chests, a cell with barred windows, and a black iron bed.
As soon as she crossed the threshold, Rosé became not Silvio’s betrothed but his servant. She also became Silvio’s pet at times, his daughter at others, and even a courtesan he had acquired.
Feeling a little nervous, Rosé knocked on the door. It had been a long time since Silvio had directly summoned her to the third floor.
One year ago, she was caught once seducing a door-to-door salesman, caught once holding hands with her master eight months ago, caught once visiting a dark pharmacy four months ago, caught once mistakenly leaning on the bosom of a nobleman from the neighboring village one month ago. That’s a total of four times.
The reason she managed to survive despite being caught doing such things was nothing special. Do not rebel against what happens in this room. It was because she followed that rule well.
“Come in.”
Rosé cautiously stepped over the threshold. A strong scent of liquor permeated the air. The man by the window glanced up and down at Rosé, then tossed the empty glass that had held liquor.
“Who was it?”
His voice was sharp. She knew that if she didn’t answer well here, her face could swell up again without any warning.
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