The person who should take time off due to mental stress from audiovisual terrorism is not Edgar but Shasha herself.

I am the victim. And I haven’t even received a proper apology.

No matter how many times she repeated this to herself, worry began to peek out about where he might be spacing out with his back pitifully hunched, not matching his large build.

Though she searched the room, she couldn’t find any discarded clothes—had he at least changed his clothes?

Recalling that the large pillow, several times thicker with feathers than a normal pillow, usually served as a body pillow between Edgar’s thighs, the object in her hand couldn’t be neatly organized.

Even as she struck it irritably, the flushed, messy face of the man soon came to mind, troubling her heart and loosening the strength in her grip.

Even though he had been pushed out of succession, he truly had no awareness of his inherent position. Though she was of noble birth, she was merely an employee, yet she recalled how Edgar normally followed her around, panting like a large dog.

Despite being from a humble family that was ridiculed for being worse than wealthy commoners despite their noble status, he would speak formally to her as he would to any lady at social gatherings, disregarding her maid attire. How many months had she struggled to correct this to informal speech…… Though it had been quite challenging at the time, now it seemed like a memory to look back on.

Perhaps it was because of the affection built up from caring attentively for a high-maintenance master.

Even standing on her head, she was clearly the victim, and she couldn’t understand why she needed to care so much, but it seemed her forgiveness for her inadequate master had already ended.

“……Right. The child is truly kind.”

And this is the situation she found herself in.

“Shasha……hmm?”

Every time the man opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol reverberated.

Since he hadn’t shown himself even at bedtime preparation, she had concluded: Yes, he would understandably want to avoid meeting for a while. Let’s not dig into the embarrassing incident today. From tomorrow morning, let’s treat him as if nothing happened. That would probably be good for him too. It had been about two hours since she had reached this conclusion and entered her own room.

It was a quiet time in the entire ducal residence, with the master and all household members in bed.

“Charlotte. Shasha, Shasha……”

The blue eyes of the uninvited guest, who was calling her name quite plaintively and waking her from sleep, were brimming with tears.

Since he was sitting crumpled beside her not-so-wide bed as if collapsed, she initially thought he was kneeling to beg for forgiveness.

It was an awkward situation to even teach basic etiquette—that even though she was an employed servant, he shouldn’t enter her room arbitrarily.

……In truth, she didn’t really want to do that either. How much emotional distress must he have gone through for someone who insisted on only drinking sparkling wine with almost no alcohol content to get this drunk? Yes, indeed, the child is truly kind. Such thoughts came first.

“……I’m really sorry.”

Perhaps because he was drunk, the formal speech she had worked quite harshly to correct emerged again. There was no falsehood in that heartfelt apology. By that point, any remaining resentment had completely disappeared.

Since she had already forgiven him earlier, she said, why are you crying like this?

Seeing the man shedding tears at those words made her a bit embarrassed, so she wiped the moistened eyelashes, brushing them gently.

Though he was actually older than her current body, she unconsciously did this as if soothing a younger brother.

“……I know everything, Lord Edgar.”

How embarrassed you must have been. Let’s forget about it now and go back to how we were before. It’s not like it’s the first or second time you’ve done something foolish……

Shasha was absolutely certain that’s what she meant.

The lips that usually called him “Young Master” without fail sweetly uttered Edgar’s name. When her white, slender fingers touched his cheeks and eyes, accompanied by a benevolent gaze, his blue eyes opened wide.

Edgar turned red all the way to his nape and rambled incoherently with his tangled tongue. He blurted out words haphazardly, saying things like he hadn’t expected to be forgiven, but since Shasha said she knew everything, he didn’t know what to do.

Even if the content seemed a bit strange, what did it matter if a drunk person’s words lacked coherence? For Shasha, who had gone to bed with a heavy heart, perhaps because that burden had been lifted, or because she was still half-asleep, she accepted the situation more softly than usual. Not knowing in the slightest that this was a mistake.

“Young Master.”

Please go to bed now with peace of mind. That’s clearly what she intended to say. Until hot body temperature suddenly enveloped her body in its thin chemise.

“Thank you, Shasha. And I, I, whenever I think of you, Shasha, I keep ending up like this, ……I’m sorry.”

A firm body tightly interlocked with hers. Physiological goosebumps rose at the moist baritone resonating right next to her ear. And the undeniable heavy presence felt against her thigh.

“I’m sorry.”

Once again, an apology that had now lost its meaning was heard.

The flushed eyes that looked up at her after burying his head on her shoulder were filled with passion. The desire was so intense that she wondered how she hadn’t noticed it before—his gaze felt prickly as it overflowed.

Like a broken machine, he kept saying he was sorry, yet he made no move to withdraw his body.

So that’s what he kept apologizing for……?

“I really can’t hold back anymore.”

With those words, hot lips full of alcohol scent recklessly devoured her absentmindedly parted lips.

‘Uh, this is a little……’

……No, this was a very wrong development.

It felt like he had gone between heaven and h*ll several times in a single day.

That sweet, poisonous dream that had tormented him became a premonitory dream. Edgar tightly embraced the dizzily yielding female body, repeatedly performing the meaningless act of slightly loosening his grip, as if she might break because of him.

Kind Shasha who had forgiven his pathetic self. He wanted to hold her much smaller body without any gap, and beyond that, a destructive desire to simply devour her entirely followed, but then fear that she might break like a glass doll raised its head.

From the moment he touched her, his gl*ns, already soaked with prec*m, fully pressed against Shasha’s p*ssy through the fabric.

“Hnngh……”

He felt her body, pressed against his, flinch at his crude thrusting as if he might penetrate through the cloth. Even at that small reaction, his vision spun several times. The alcohol had long since worn off, but his eyes sank deeply, intoxicated by something else.

Reality couldn’t compare to the dream. With an overwhelming feeling, he turned his head several times to sweetly swallow her saliva. He greedily sucked on her tongue root while delightfully sensing Shasha’s moans coming from around her neck.

When they briefly separated, as if she lacked breath from the thirsty kiss, he extended his own tongue to messily entwine with her cute tongue that protruded outward.

Her clear purple eyes became slightly clouded. Watching her eyelashes flutter several times at the stimulation she must be experiencing for the first time brought him something close to euphoria. The gloomy man had already determined long ago that his unrequited love interest had no past lovers or fiancés.

Despite feeling guilt and sinfulness, Edgar had always stroked his c*ck while imagining her face, and had dared to imagine her lewd lower hole becoming wet because of him. Just thinking about himself arbitrarily stirring it with his c*ck or tongue, and her violet eyes clouded with desire, was enough to make him ej*culate several times.

Edgar reluctantly separated his lips from Shasha, who was tapping his chest as if telling him to stop the deep kiss. As a result of his long unrequited love, even such a small rejection made his chest ache dully.

He couldn’t take her by force. How could he dare?

He knew Shasha didn’t like him. So naturally, this method was wrong. However, despicably, instead of keeping a gentlemanly distance, he pressed his body fully against the kind Shasha. Please don’t reject me.

“Shasha……”

His voice, coaxing the tender-hearted woman, sounded quite pitiful even to his own ears. Slight bewilderment appeared in the eyes looking at his flushed face, which would obviously be contorted as if about to cry. He showered her white face with butterfly kisses like rain—her face that seemed at a loss, as if looking at a dog in heat. Until reluctant permission was granted.

Edgar soon closed his eyes tightly, ignoring his heated eyes, at the touch of hands wrapping around his neck, accompanied by what sounded like a small sigh of slight resignation. It was truly an unbelievable moment he had longed for since becoming aware of his feelings for her.

The funny thing was that he also felt regret, thinking he should have done this from the beginning.

As soon as the silent permission was granted, his pathetically trembling hands tore off the thin chemise he had been holding but couldn’t bring himself to remove.

A hot face touched her br*asts, which were exposed as if bouncing back from the momentum. Shasha, still trembling, couldn’t push away Edgar as he boldly touched her and embraced him again.

It seemed like his already bad habits would get worse if she accepted this beast who was childish and tender despite his size. Honestly, she couldn’t coldly reject someone who was clinging to her so sincerely.

In truth, her resolve had long since subsided after seeing him cry arbitrarily.

Somehow, she felt this habit would never be corrected after this incident, but as the shameless master’s fingertips touched her exposed n*pples, she stopped thinking about future consequences.

“Hah……”