The Young Lady I Serve Has Become Strange

Layla was a maid who lived like a ghost, barely noticed by anyone around her. Then one day, the young lady she served started acting strange.

“What did you say my name was? Me?”

Sudden amnesia was one thing, but now she only wanted spicy stew and spoke prophecies that seemed to peer into the future.
Lured by the promise of a raise, Layla became her dedicated maid, only to find herself saddled with a bizarre assignment: spy on some man.
And on top of that, she kept getting dragged deeper and deeper into one suspicious situation after another……

“What if seducing him is the right move?”

* * *

It definitely started out as something innocent, but why did her hands tremble more with each passing moment. She had been swallowing without thinking at the sight of the pronounced bulge along his thigh. Adrian’s voice, lower than usual, tickled her earlobe.

“Layla.”

She barely had time to feel flustered at the sudden, grinning way his hands worked the buckle loose before the heavy shaft bobbing right in front of her eyes burned her mind completely blank. Layla dropped the herbs she had been holding and pressed a hand to her chest where her heart ran wild, fumbling for words.

“Adrian. Why all of a sudden…….”
“You’ve been wanting to eat it this whole time.”
“W-When did I say that!”

She jumped at his words, which seemed to read every dirty thought in her head, but it was already too late. The moment she sucked in a sharp breath, her body flipped over effortlessly. Seemingly unbothered by his injury, Adrian climbed on top, gripped her arms firmly, and whispered with the corners of his mouth curled up.

“I’ll let you have it. So go ahead and take a bite.”