Chapter 3.2

Whenever the little lady called “Robert,” his chest inexplicably tingled, and he wanted to fulfill her every wish. He loved her smile and her happy expression. For a moment, he even wondered if he had developed a sibling-like attachment, but he quickly dismissed the thought. The answer was clear when he imagined replacing Violet with someone else—it was because it was Violet.

He didn’t mind if she acted spoiled or whined over trivial things. In fact, he enjoyed it when she sought him out like a child seeking comfort. When she smiled shyly with her rosy cheeks and followed him around, he felt as though he owned the world.

In the Laurent household, no one except the Marquis knew Robert’s true surname. To everyone else, he was simply “Robert.” And being called that by Violet and serving her was enough for him.

His work suited him so well that he sometimes wondered if the blood flowing through his veins wasn’t Duke Duran’s but some nameless butler’s. His meticulous nature and methodical personality made him the perfect caretaker for Violet, ensuring her every need was met with precision and perfection.

Thus, he became Violet’s loyal and devoted servant.

Over six years, the little girl he had served blossomed into a full-fledged young lady, radiant like a flower in full bloom, stirring the desires of men. She had once seemed like a younger sister, but now she was a woman.

His eyes were drawn to her slender waist, delicate nape, and budding chest, causing involuntary changes in his body. Whether she was aware of his filthy desires or not, Violet continued to approach Robert as casually as she had in her childhood.

So, in secret, he dealt with his urges alone, maintaining the facade of a dependable butler. After all, that was what Violet wanted. Her happiness was his happiness.

And then, he became fully aware—he liked Violet as a woman. Though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started, the feeling was undeniable.

However, he couldn’t reveal his feelings recklessly. Violet liked and trusted him because he was her butler, not because she saw him as a man. He could already imagine her confused expression if she discovered his true feelings.

Moreover, Violet was in the midst of marriage negotiations with Duke Antoine, and she seemed to have feelings for him. So, Robert resolved to be content with simply staying by her side. But then, this cheeky and mischievous young lady went and drank a fake potion claiming it would make her br*asts grow, only to start leaking milk.

Using the excuse of helping her extract the milk, Robert tasted Violet’s body, and his desire grew uncontrollably. Violet, too, willingly indulged in the physical pleasure he provided. Newly awakened to her sexuality, the lovely young lady eagerly sought greater pleasure, her curiosity shining brightly.

Under the guise of satisfying her desires, Robert gradually fulfilled his own. Kissing and suckling were no longer enough. Even after joining their bodies and moving his hips, he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted every inch of her—her entire body, from head to toe.

He wanted her to look at no one but him, to reject the marriage negotiations with Duke Antoine, and to come to him instead. Violet had no idea how terrifying and obsessive Robert’s feelings were.

The mere thought of her engagement to Duke Antoine ignited a fire in his chest. He wanted to seduce the innocent young lady further, make her think only of him, and trap her in his embrace forever.

At the garden faucet, Robert washed the blood from his hands. It was late at night, and the area was deserted, so no one knew what had happened. Calmly, he adjusted his sleeves and rebuttoned his disheveled collar.

Upon entering the mansion, he sprinkled rosewater on his hands and body to eliminate any lingering scent of blood. It was the same fragrance Violet used. He liked the scent of her body lingering on him.

Looking up at the wall clock, he realized it was time to extract Violet’s milk. Just as he was about to head to the second floor, a cheerful bell rang.

It was the young lady’s summons.

***

“Finished reading it.”  

“Already?”  

When Robert entered the room, Violet pushed aside the stack of books piled high and spoke. These days, her lifestyle was no different from that of a recluse. She spent her days reading erotic novels, and whenever she grew curious about certain positions described in the books, she would directly try them out with Robert, becoming dangerously engrossed in the stories.  

Who would have thought erotic novels could be this entertaining?  

“I never realized you had such stamina. At this rate, you might start writing novels yourself.”  

“Then Robert, you would stop me, wouldn’t you?”  

“Of course. Don’t even dream about it.”  

Robert lightly pinched Violet’s nose and placed a dessert on the table.  

“What did you enjoy the most?”  

Taking a bite of her cheese pudding, Violet picked up a novel from the top of the book pile.  

“This one.”  

The title of the book was ‘The Earl’s Daughter’s Secret Childhood Play’. The story revolved around a female protagonist who was ignorant about s*x, accidentally spending a night with a childhood friend. From there, they explored each other’s bodies and fell into a passionate relationship. The protagonist’s curious mindset closely resembled Violet’s, making her even more immersed in the story.  

“Should I borrow another one with a similar theme?”  

“No. Something different.”  

“What kind of different?”  

“Something new. Perhaps a forbidden love that absolutely shouldn’t happen?”  

Surely, there must be at least one dangerously passionate love story out there.  

Violet’s blue eyes sparkled under the light. Her long, fluttering lashes rose and fell gently, revealing her anticipation.  

“My, my. Our young lady is in trouble.”  

“Isn’t reading a lot good for a lady to build her refinement?”  

She shamelessly used the excuse of refinement to justify her preferences, fully aware that Robert would ultimately do as she wished.  

“Refinement, you say. If it’s that kind of refinement, I’d say you already have more than enough, but understood. I’ll find a book that will satisfy you as much as possible.”  

“Shall we go together?”  

“You’re not talking about the bookstore, are you?”  

“Yes, I am talking about the bookstore.”  

Her immediate and unhesitant response made Robert sigh softly.  

“How could a lady walk into such a place so openly? What if rumors spread?”  

If strange whispers reached her father’s ears, there would be serious consequences. Violet pondered for a moment, then clapped her hands as if she’d come up with a great idea.  

“A veil!”  

“A veil?”  

“Yes. If I just cover my face, people might gossip about which noble family’s young lady I belong to, but they won’t know it’s me.”  

“I can go alone, so please wait quietly.”  

Despite Robert’s protests, Violet ignored him and got up to head to her dressing room. From there, she retrieved a black veil that had been custom-made alongside her green satin dress last year. Among all the veils she owned, this one was the darkest, making it nearly impossible to identify her unless someone looked closely.  

Smiling with satisfaction, she also pulled out a red hat. After putting on the hat and veil in front of the mirror, Violet turned toward Robert with a bright smile.  

“How do I look?”  

“Like Lady Violet, of course.”  

“Look properly.”  

“No matter how I look, you still seem like Lady Violet.”  

“…”

When Violet pouted her lips in frustration, Robert quickly changed his tone with a cheerful smile.  

“Now that I take another look, there’s no way anyone could recognize you. It’s a perfect disguise; no one would ever think it’s Violet Laurent sneaking out to borrow erotic novels.”  

Violet narrowed her eyes and glared at him.  

“Don’t tease me.”  

“How could I dare tease you, my lady?”  

“You’ll take me, won’t you?”  

“You’ve already made up your mind to go, haven’t you?”  

Robert added another layer to the veil, ensuring its fine mesh completely covered Violet’s small face. Then, he selected one of her simpler dresses and forbade her from wearing any accessories.  

It was bound to happen anyway. Who could stop her curiosity?  

And so, Violet, wrapped in two layers of black veil, left the mansion with Robert.  

At the bookstore, Violet quietly gasped in awe at the shelves filled with erotic books. Each shelf held about twenty books, and there were seven rows per shelf, with four walls packed to the brim. Roughly estimating, there seemed to be over three thousand books.  

Goodness! When would I ever finish reading all this?  

She thought she had visited all the famous places in the capital, but this was truly a hidden treasure. Wide-eyed, Violet eagerly scanned the shelves, contemplating which books to borrow. Wandering here and there, picking books felt even more exciting than shopping for clothes at a boutique.  

After browsing through the entire store, she noticed a pattern. The erotic novels near the entrance were mostly mild love stories, while the deeper she ventured into the store, the more provocative the titles became. Even the book titles were different.  

That’s when she realized—up until now, the books Robert had borrowed for her were on the milder side of the spectrum. Without hesitation, Violet roamed the bookstore, taking note of the most intriguing titles and handing them to Robert whenever one caught her eye.  

As the pile of books grew taller, Robert suddenly blocked her way.  

“You can’t go there.”  

“Why not?”  

Judging by how he stopped her, that area must hold something truly extraordinary. Pretending to give up, Violet stacked more books in Robert’s arms to obstruct his view. Then, she quickly slipped in a novel titled ‘The Three Brothers of Whiston Manor and the Lady’.  

“You’re planning to clean out the store, aren’t you?”  

“Should I sell part of the inheritance my father left me and buy this bookstore?”  

“Do you want to see me get kicked out of the Laurent estate?”  

“But I really like this place.”  

“Please choose moderately. Carrying all this will be difficult.”  

Though it didn’t feel like she had picked many, the stack already exceeded twenty books. The bookstore owner beamed at the sight of a new customer. Violet wanted to take even more books but decided to save some for next time and left the store.