Despite the intense events that had unfolded, daily life continued fairly normally.

I still slept in the same bed as Seth, ate meals with him, and roamed around the mansion in my abundant spare time.

As if he could read my mind that I had no intention of leaving for a while, his attitude became more lenient. Or maybe it was because we could see into each other’s minds a little bit.

“Master, you’re so cute when you eat.”

“Hmm?”

Seth gently pressed his hand against my cheeks, which were filled with food.

“Like a squirrel.”

‘…Is that a compliment? I suppose so, right?’

“Why aren’t you eating anymore?” Seth asked petulantly.

I had lost my appetite.

Because he wasn’t eating, it made me nervous. Seth, you need to have a sense of fulfillment and enjoy the pleasure of eating delicious food to become more relaxed.

Thud.

The memory of the terrible thing I did to Seth came to mind, leading to me face planting on the table while eating. This is my repentance. 

“What are you doing, Master?”

Bad, bad me. I should reflect on my actions.

“Are you protesting against me now?”

Seth’s face grimaced as he gently cupped my chin. The scowl of a dark chancellor? That’s not good either.

“Am I torturing you, Master? Am I making you feel miserable just by looking at me?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

Seth, who had brought the first aid kit, still looked concerned.

“Then?”

“It stings, ouch,” I winced as he lightly dabbed my forehead with a cotton swab soaked in disinfectant. 

“How hard did you hit it for it to bleed?” Seth muttered with his brow furrowed.

Inappropriately, he seemed to be in pain. Was it because of me? Why? 

‘Aren’t I just a useful writer to take advantage of?’

After finishing the treatment, he grabbed my waist and made me sit on his thigh. And then he hugged me tightly so I couldn’t escape.

“Punishment,” he murmured as he nuzzled his face into my shoulder. 

Lately, what excited Seth was when he would sit me on top of his lap and do something.

“Seth,” I complained. “What are you doing?”

Of course, I vehemently resisted as usual, and Seth normally wouldn’t force me to stay put.

But today, it was different.

“If you try to run away, we’ll do what we did last night again.”

“That, that, that! Where did you get that idea from!”

My face burned as last night replayed in my mind. I didn’t dare try to escape his embrace anymore.

Washing his hands with the floral water the servant’s had left in a bowl on the table, Seth smirked at me as he watched me sit quietly. He looked around the table and picked up a piece of steak from my plate before matter-of-factly popping it into my mouth.

Delicious. It tasted better because a handsome man fed it to me.

Seth sneakily stole the sauce that was smeared on my lips with his finger and then held it out to me.

“You have to lick it.”

Off his fingers? In such a flirtatious way?

“Wait,” I stalled. 

I tried to grab a napkin to wipe it away, but failed, and the retaliation for resistance was great.

His index and middle finger forcefully entered my mouth.

I tasted the tangy flavor of the sauce on my tongue, and soon his fingers moved down beneath my tongue and began to roam freely inside my mouth. 

“Hhhng–,”

 I tried to grab his wrist to pull them out, but his insistent fingers wouldn’t come out.

 I could feel saliva dripping down my chin.

I struggled, but there was no change. I felt like I was locked in a prison made of a firm chest, firm arms, and firm thighs; his iron-like arms locked me in place while he erotically made it clear that my mouth was as good as his. 

I eventually gave up and stayed still until Seth finished thoroughly exploring my sensitive tongue and palate. My face burned with embarrassment. After removing his finger, he leaned forward and licked the liquid off the corner of my lips.

His warm tongue diligently swept across my mouth and chin.

What he didn’t manage to remove, I carefully wiped away with a napkin.

“Seth, if you want to torture me, just say so.”

“While I do have the desire to torture you, there is another feeling that outweighs it.”

What feeling?

Without me saying anything, Seth smirked as if he had caught on.

“Master, do you ever hear people say you’re dense?”

“…How did you know?” I replied, feeling oddly called out.

“Hahaha,” Seth laughed refreshingly and then fed me again.

“I have no appetite! I’m not hungry!”

Feeling perplexed, I shook my head vigorously.

Grrrrrr.

But my stomach betrayed me, and Seth continued to feed me while laughing, following the same process as before.

Finally regaining my freedom, I trembled and sat on the chair I had been sitting on.

Sigh! It was so embarrassing! But it also sort of felt good?! Is Seth’s finger sweet, too?

And his thigh, which was trembling beneath me…

“Sigh…”

I must be going crazy.

But it also makes me sad that I’m so willing to eat when he feeds me like this.

“Master, why are you sitting all the way over there? It’s hurting my feelings,” Seth said with a hint of laughter in his voice. 

Then his hand tirelessly reached out and groped my rear end. I looked up, realizing there was a difference between feeling good and being humiliated. I washed my hands in the same floral water and then looked at him determinedly.

“Come on, Seth. Open your mouth. I’ll feed you.”

There was evident confusion on Seth’s face.

“Seth doesn’t eat well, so it hurts Master’s heart. Let me feed you with my own hands; open your mouth.”

‘Experience it yourself.’

“It tastes good, Master. Feed me more.”

Failure.

Seth was in a merry mood.

I wholeheartedly lost.

Seth urged me to continue with a delighted expression while my insides twisted.

I totally fell for it.

Feeling petty, I put a piece of meat that I knew Seth didn’t like into his mouth. For a brief moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction seeing his contorted face, but then he grabbed my wrist to hold my hand in place, and began sucking on my finger.

I felt my cheeks heat up as I became hyper aware of the sensation of Seth’s wet tongue wrapping around my shaking finger. Seth seemed to enjoy my finger more than the meat.

“Seth, you eat well. Now, eat the rest with your own hands.”

I expected Seth to drool as well, but it was only my hand that ended up covered in liquid.

“Why? Because Master fed me, it tastes delicious. I never knew food could be this tasty.”

He was obviously teasing, but sure enough, Seth ate a lot. He finished a whole plate of salad, ate bread, and even meat!

“Feed me this next time,” he demanded, his eyes twinkling.

Since you’ve turned you into a glutton, I have to feed you.

After washing my hands again, I put food into Seth’s mouth with tears in my eyes. His warm tongue wrapped around my finger yet again. I tried to pull it back, but my wrist was held tightly.

His eyes resembled a crescent moon as he looked at me.

I had to witness him lewdly licking my fingers one by one.

My face heated up so much that I tried to turn my head away, but it was impossible because Seth was holding my head in place with his free hand heavily draped on the nape of my neck.

I had to witness what Seth was doing.

As my face grew hot, my body gradually became warm.

“Seth!”

Finally, I called out, almost protesting, and then I was released.

If I were true to my character, I would have grabbed the other person’s collar and shaken them, but I couldn’t do that.

The opponent is the villainous chancellor? No thanks.

And why am I getting excited in this situation? It’s crazy – I’m crazy?

At first, Seth seemed like a well-drawn picture. But ever since I started seeing him as a living human, this uncomfortable feeling began to arise.

“Aaaah!”

Thud!

I hit my head on the table again.

“Master, I told you not to do that because it hurts!”

The wound on my forehead grew bigger. Seth frowned and treated it again.

“If you do this again in the future, I’ll punish you, you understand?”

“Mmh,” I answered dejectedly. 

From that day on, Seth started eating well. However, my appetite disappeared.

* * * 

Seth Milan, Chancellor of the Greythen Empire. 

As the youngest chancellor of the empire, with the title of ‘Brains of the Empire’ and a handsome face, there was nothing he couldn’t do. Everything, from state affairs to matters of the underworld, passed through his hands.

But lately, a “certain someone” had been making life difficult.

‘Litrie, a commoner woman.’

In the report about Litrie, Seth added the word ‘beauty.’

For someone like Seth, who had a beautiful face and no affection for people, it was the first time he thought someone was “beautiful” upon seeing them.

In her summary it contained very simple personal information, but for Seth, that woman was not someone who could be summarized like that.

She was someone Seth brought into his house for the first time, not for employment purposes, but as the author, his master.

Especially the title of “master” was partly a joke, but it seemed to be becoming more and more true.

He was gradually being consumed by the woman’s gaze, the way her lips moved, and what her fingers pointed at.

‘An author.’

Maybe she had some strange power he didn’t know about.

If that was the case, he should kill her, but strangely, he didn’t feel like doing it. Instead, he felt an urge to do something, anything for her.

He recalled what he had recently ordered.

‘Red suits the master well, after all.’

Seth had never decorated Litrie in anything other than red, and he was satisfied.

What Seth had ordered was a jewel that was said to have been given to the emperor of a certain country in the continent by his beloved partner a long time ago.

They said it was a highly saturated red, so it would definitely suit Litrie well.

‘No, more than that, why hasn’t my master been eating lately?’

Wrinkles appeared between Seth’s eyebrows as he thought of Litrie, who had suddenly lost her appetite.

‘She’s gotten skinny.

Is it just the loss of appetite, or does it seem like she has lost her will to live?’ 

Seth’s irritation rose.

“Is she protesting?”

Was there a reason for her to do so?

“Why? I’ve dressed her in comfortable clothes so she can roam the garden.”

He didn’t know if it was a rebellion against not being allowed to leave the house or being fed by hand.

“Ha,” he sighed viciously as he swept a hand over his forehead.

Seth could normally get rid of an annoying presence. It could be sent away to a place unseen, whether it be by land or sea.

It was so easy to do, and Seth was usually more than happy to let go of anything that made his life more difficult. 

He was even grateful to those who brought him the pleasure of disposing of irritants in his life for free.