‘I’m dressed as a man and Master Khalid is a man too….’

Anyone who saw them would see not a date but a nobleman and his attending servant.

Alice, being a slave, rarely went outside. Since she had no casual clothes, she headed to Tom’s room to borrow some.

Alice knocked on the door of Tom’s room.

“Tom!”

Originally, Alice and Tom shared a room, but Tom had told Alice to use it alone and moved to another room. Thanks to him, Alice could have the two-person room all to herself.

When there was no answer to her knock, she opened the door to find Tom changing his clothes.

“Eek…!”

Alice screamed in surprise. Tom, wearing only his underwear, let Alice into the room and closed the door.

“…What brings you here?”

“Ah, well… I.”

Tom’s upper body was toned with muscle. Tom, the same age as Alice, had somehow already become an adult. He was tall with a body hardened by muscle, making it difficult to look directly at him.

“I… I wanted to borrow clothes….”

“…What’s this?”

Tom discovered the red mark on Alice’s neck. When Tom’s hand touched it, Alice slapped the back of his hand.

“W-what!”

“…I’m asking what that is on your neck.”

It wasn’t Tom’s usual light voice. His slightly heavier tone sounded angry. Alice had never seen Tom like this before and wondered what to say.

‘Master Khalid did kiss me, but if I tell Tom that, he’ll think I’m strange.’

Alice was a slave, so that was one thing, but Khalid was the heir to the Count’s family. She didn’t want bad rumors spreading about him.

“I… I was bitten by a bug! It’s hot.”

Watching Alice cool her face vigorously with a hand fan, Tom clicked his tongue.

“Tsk. Be careful. I thought someone had left a kiss mark on you.”

“…”

Alice’s face turned bright red.

Tom rummaged through a small wardrobe and got dressed. The sleeves seemed unable to fit over his solid muscles. With a ripping sound, the seams tore, and Tom was able to put on his top.

“So what did you need?”

“Oh, I wanted to… borrow clothes, haha. But I see your clothes wouldn’t fit me anyway.”

“…Of course not. There’s a 20-centimeter height difference between us.”

“…”

“Why don’t you borrow clothes from Mariam instead?”

“What?”

Tom came closer to Alice and stroked her short hair.

“You’re small, so women’s clothes would probably suit you.”

“…Huh?”

“…Try it. Mariam isn’t much taller than you. How about a dress?”

‘Wearing a skirt…?’

Tom stroked Alice’s arm. Her delicate and soft skin always gave off a pleasant scent. That scent always made Tom’s core throb.

“Noel. You’re a man anyway, so dressing as a woman wouldn’t change anything. Or… is there a reason you can’t dress as a woman?”

“What…? Ah, no, that’s not it.”

‘I need to ask Master Khalid. He might have asked me on a date because he thinks I’m a man. But… how long has it been since I wore a skirt?’

Alice’s heart pounded. She hadn’t worn a skirt since being sold as a slave here. She felt the urge to show her true self to Khalid.

Tom bit his lip hard. His lower body hardened, and he felt the urge to pounce on Alice right in front of him. Someone had left a kiss mark on Alice’s neck.

Alice denied it, but she couldn’t fool the experienced Tom.

“But why do you suddenly need clothes?”

Alice replied with an embarrassed face.

“Master Khalid said he wants to go out with me.”

“…Is that so? The young master.”

Tom clenched his fist.

“Then go see Mariam. Noel.”

“Okay. Thanks, Tom.”

“…Sure.”

After Alice left, Tom punched the wall. The wooden wall crumbled under the shape of his fist.

He opened a small drawer under the bed, which contained 10 silver coins.

‘I was planning to pay off Noel’s debt and make her my bride….’

Tom had known Alice was a woman for a long time. Years ago, when they shared a room, there were many suspicious things.

[“Why do you shower alone when I suggest we shower together?”]

[“…I have a big scar on my body.”]

[“…What does it matter, we’re both men.”]

Alice looked uncomfortable, so Tom didn’t say more. However, when she was asleep, he undressed her. Where her br*asts should be was tightly wrapped in bandages.

[“That must be uncomfortable.”]

It seemed the scar was on her chest. No matter how unsightly the scar, wrapping it so tightly was strange. This made him even more curious.

‘What kind of scar could it be?’

Tom removed Alice’s outer clothes. Even then, he had feelings for her. Though small in stature, his heart always raced when she was around with her fragrant scent.

Alice tossed and turned greatly, and the temporarily loosened bandages came off, revealing soft, large br*asts. Tom was so surprised that he quickly put her outer clothes back on.

[“Mmm.”]

When Alice mumbled in her sleep, he returned to his bed in shock and lay down. He blushed while facing the wall.

‘Noel is a woman?’

Once he realized she was a woman, Alice’s strange behavior made sense. Her delicate wrists, her body without any muscle, her small stature.

Tom used a different room so Alice wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. He let her have the room they had shared all to herself. There was no other reason. It was because he liked her.

When Khalid wasn’t around, Tom had resolved many times to confess to Alice, but he couldn’t speak to her because she saw him purely as a friend.

* * *

Though she had told Tom she would wear women’s clothes, on her way to find Mariam, Alice changed her mind.

‘If I wear women’s clothes, I’ll be discovered right away….’

After hiding it all this time, she couldn’t let it all go to waste in an instant.

Just as she reached Mariam’s door and was about to turn back, she heard moans from inside the room.

“Ah…! Haah.”

“Haa. You’re pretty, Mariam! Your br*asts and your lower mouth are top quality.”

“Mmm. Please finish quickly, okay?”

“Ugh. You temptress, squeezing like that!”

Thump, thump.

The sound of the old bed creaking could also be heard. Alice was too shocked to speak. The man’s voice was familiar.

‘Count Steven…?’

Count Steven, in his fifties, was having relations with Mariam. She never thought the Count, who had a wife and a concubine, would also touch a maid.

Mariam skillfully received him. The thumping sounds and the sound of flesh hitting flesh could be heard outside.

“Hnngh. You vixen! Stop squeezing!”

“Ah. Yes…! That’s why I asked you to… finish quickly!”

“There’s no one as eager as you!”

“Hah…! You… Count… take too… long! Mmm ahh…!”

“So? You’re enjoying it too….”

“I… like it. Ah. Because it feels good…!”

“Urrrrrgh!”

The creaking of the bed subsided. When Alice heard someone getting dressed, she quickly hid in an empty room next door. Peeking out, she saw the Count going up the stairs, humming.

Wondering what had happened, Alice entered Mariam’s room.

“…You came?”

“Mariam. …What is this?”

The Count’s s*men flowed down between Mariam’s thighs. Being a woman herself, Alice had no issue seeing her n*ked, but when she noticed Mariam slightly covering herself with a blanket, she realized her mistake. Alice quickly turned her back to Mariam.

“Oh, sorry!”

“…It’s a bit embarrassing. Showing you this side of me.”

“…”

Mariam put on a dress. With a clinking sound, Mariam held out a silver coin to Alice. Alice tilted her head in confusion.

“…What’s this?”

“Hush money.”

On the table beside Mariam’s bed lay six silver coins. It was surprising to see six coins when even one silver coin was hard for Alice to earn.

Mariam shrugged.

“The Count pays generously for my body.”

“What?”

“He gives me six silver coins each time we do it. Here, take one. Just keep this a secret….”

“No thanks.”

Alice didn’t want to take Mariam’s money. Mariam offered the coin again.

“But isn’t even one silver coin important to you?”

“…That’s yours. I don’t want what you earned.”