Beatrice thought of a hundred possibilities for how Felix would treat her, but she simply hadn't imagined that Felix's request would be so simple.
He asked himself to put on a sexy lavender pajama, not allowed to wear underwear, and let him rest on his right arm.
He wrapped one hand around his waist, pressed the other hand on his full chest, and then put his right leg on his waist. He hung on her like a pestering koala, and then fell asleep.
The first time Beatrice saw Felix's true face, she was stunned. She even felt a hint of jealousy towards this child, whose features were more delicate than a woman's. Yes, he was more refined than her own daughter, resembling a porcelain doll!
Felix, in his slumber, appeared exceptionally peaceful, like a child longing for the comfort of his mother's arms. His eyelashes were long and slender, casting a somewhat effeminate aura. He seemed exhausted, sleeping so deeply that even when Beatrice Tinia gently touched his eyelashes, he did not stir.
That night, Beatrice Tinia was almost sleepless.
She wasn't afraid of what Felix might do to her. Ever since being captured by those adventurers, she had prepared for the worst. Had it not been for her daughter by her side, she might have taken her own life already!
She was afraid of what Felix would do to her daughter, who was just a child.
Beatrice Tinia is well aware of the allure of her doll-like daughter to aristocrats with perverted tastes! This is why she begged Felix to buy them,
As a noble, she detested the nobility!
Her daughter had already fallen asleep, right by her side, in a peaceful slumber. Beatrice Tinia could tell that her daughter had taken a liking to the young master's handsome and softly masculine face, at least enough to let go of her fear and hostility.
Her daughter lay by her side, her delicate little hands wrapped around her arm, sleeping serenely. During these days, which felt like a nightmare, Beatrice Tinia saw her daughter sleep so peacefully for the first time.
She used to wake up from nightmares almost every night, then hide in her embrace and cry, until very late, very late. So late that the only sound outside was the chirping of insects, and exhaustion finally overtook the silently vigilant mother. Unable to resist, she closed her eyes and laid her head on the soft goose feather pillow, falling into a deep sleep.
When the first ray of sunlight entered the room, Beatrice Tinia woke up startled. She had not slept well, feeling groggy as she woke up. Opening her eyes, everything was as it had been last night, with her daughter still sleeping peacefully by her side.
Felix's sleeping position didn't change much. It was just that the hand on her full chest had penetrated deep into her lavender pajamas, holding the soft white rabbit tightly.
A trace of crystal saliva slid down the corner of Felix's mouth, and then dripped onto Beatrice Tinia's pajamas. Only then did she realize that her left breast was soaked with saliva, sparkling, and she could even see a little red bulge.
She couldn't help but blush slightly, yet she dared not awaken Felix, who was deep in sleep. She was but a frail woman, powerless as a chicken. If Felix decided to do something forceful, all she could do was plead desperately, unable to offer any meaningful resistance.
Perhaps Felix's gentle demeanor last night had lowered her guard a bit and even earned a slight favor from her. Beatrice Tinia, enduring the numbness in her left arm caused by poor circulation, waited quietly for Felix to wake up naturally.
She knew what she had to do – appease this master as much as possible, to seek an opportunity for herself and her daughter. Even if it meant offering herself to satisfy his desires when necessary, Beatrice Tinia never considered fleeing. It was the most foolish thought!
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Two powerless women, speaking with an accent different from the Imperial City, without even a single document to prove their identity, and so beautiful. Even if they couldn't escape, their fate would be countless times more miserable than staying with Felix. If caught by the patrol at the checkpoints, they would face the barracks, a place worse than death.
The thought of that dreadful scenario made Beatrice Tinia's delicate body shiver slightly. And the sleeping Felix, because of this, woke up.
When Felix awoke, he felt something wet at the corner of his mouth. He instinctively reached up to touch it and felt the shiny drool that had dripped to his mouth. Even someone as seasoned as him couldn't help but blush slightly at this.
Felix got up, feigning nonchalance, and swiftly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth before donning his robe and hastily exiting the room. How embarrassing! It was just too embarrassing!
To be honest, Felix had found the woman's warm and soft embrace incredibly comforting, allowing him a sound sleep. However, he never anticipated that he would end up drooling in his sleep. If it were Lady Ireland, a little teasing from her would have been bearable. But this woman, she was a slave he had just purchased!
Felix felt utterly embarrassed and humiliated.
The reason Felix bought this mother-daughter pair was simple – a straightforward desire for possession, nothing more. Last night wasn't about him playing the role of a virtuous gentleman like Yi Yin under the willow tree. It was simply because he believed in savoring fine things slowly, not behaving like a breeding boar.
Training, a straightforward concept. According to Felix's understanding, it meant to tease slowly, bit by bit, until both felt a connection and were on the same wavelength. Then, it would be considered a successful and fulfilling achievement.
It's all about creating the right mood.
Lady Elizabeth had taught him a lot, like how to bring pleasure to a woman, and in turn, how to seek pleasure for himself.
In fact, he thought of the mother and daughter as Lady Elizabeth had thought of him in the first place.
Bit by bit, accumulating feelings, they would erupt like a volcano after enough ambiance had been built. Nobility should seek and create this ambiance, not just wait for it to arrive. That was how it should be.
This was a small house, near Saint Erde Cathedral. Felix had bought it with the idea of "a cunning rabbit having three burrows," thinking it might come in handy someday. He never imagined that his initial thought would actually come true at this moment, not for refuge but for "hiding a beauty in the golden house."
The small house wasn't very large, but it had a garden, pavilion, and other such things that small nobility fancied. The price was reasonable; Felix had used some underhanded methods to bring it down to thirteen thousand Caesar gold coins, getting a bit of a bargain.
With a creak, Beatrice Tinia gently pushed open the door, careful as if afraid to wake her sleeping daughter. She moved with the unique grace of nobility, quietly standing in front of Felix, submissive and silent.
She had braced herself for the worst when she stepped out of the room, like being overpowered in the hallway by someone with strong desires upon waking. Still, her heart couldn't stop pounding, her hands twisted together, clenched tight.
Felix looked up to see an enchanting sight – the left breast of the beautiful woman in front of him, where he had drooled in his sleep, now glistening, soaked by his saliva. The light purple silk nightgown clung tightly to her full, round form, outlining an enticing red nipple in vivid detail.
What's barely visible is often the most alluring.
For a moment, Felix even thought of pinning her down on the carpet right then and there, but he bit his tongue and held back. Taking her now wasn't the most thrilling moment; he needed to wait, wait until the most gratifying moment.
"Master," Beatrice Tinia said softly, her beautiful face downcast, her voice tinged with a trace of sorrow. "Life is like this, if you can't resist, then close your eyes and enjoy it." Felix draped his robe over the mature woman's delicate body, feeling her shiver. Shaking his head, he whispered, "You have freedom, but only within these walls. The three maidservants from yesterday will prepare everything for you."
Looking at the mature beauty's moist and shiny earlobe, Felix's heartbeat skipped a beat. He reached out to pinch her glistening earlobe, then feeling her voluptuous body tremble and tense up, his smile turned playful. "You are a smart woman, and you must understand that even if you escape this yard, you can't get out of the Imperial City," he said, gently lifting the chin of the taller mature beauty.
Damn embarrassing!
As Felix lifted the mature beauty's chin, he realized how awkward the gesture was. Due to the height difference, he had to tilt his head back to see her charming face clearly. What an awkward scene!
This somewhat comical, inappropriate flirtation, even for the heartbroken Beatrice Tinia, was a bit amusing. Her lush lips curled into a stifled, forced smile.
Felix nonchalantly withdrew his hand and then left the room without looking back, fleeing the scene.