Chapter 35: Miss, Please Don’t Wake Up Right Now!

Tia stared blankly at the scene before her, utterly dumbfounded.

Miss, what are you doing?

I haven’t even started fighting, and you’ve already surrendered!?

How am I supposed to handle this now?

Weren’t we supposed to have a plan? I’d attract his attention while you took photos for evidence. And now here you are, sleeping soundly, even talking in your sleep.

What, are you planning to take photos in your dreams?

Shia watched the dazed, wide-eyed maid and leisurely enjoyed her ever-changing expressions.

Clearly, compared to Shia, Lilith was still far too inexperienced. She was no match for him.

Her little scheme was transparent and easily countered.

"Now that your master is asleep, is there anything you’d like to say?"

Shia’s poised and elegant voice pulled Tia from her stupor.

She stared at Shia's harmless smile, her usual cold arrogance completely gone, replaced by visible trembling.

"You... lowly scum—"

*Smack!*

A crisp slap interrupted Tia’s words.

Shia still wore his polite, refined smile, but his hand showed no mercy. The sound of the slap echoed, followed by a ripple of trembling through her ample figure.

Shia’s smile softened slightly as he spoke in a slow, calm tone.

"How many chances have I already given you?"

The sharp-tongued maid was on the verge of tears.

It wasn’t that she didn’t learn her lesson—this wasn’t even her fault this time!

But she couldn’t say that.

She couldn’t possibly sell out Lilith, could she?

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The last time she’d merely been a little disrespectful, he’d retaliated ruthlessly. If he found out this whole scheme was Lilith’s idea, wouldn’t he go after her next?

Tia couldn’t bear the thought of her cherished mistress being tainted by this detestable man.

"I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to expose your true nature in front of the lady," Tia gritted her teeth and took the blame for everything.

"It was me who told her about the vile things you’ve done to me before. The lady didn’t believe me, so I came up with this plan to reveal your true self."

Shia clicked his tongue and shook his head as he looked at the defiant maid who was still provoking him despite being slapped.

Such a stubborn mouth.

I wonder if the rest of her is as tough as that mouth of hers?

The next second, Tia’s face turned pale, then flushed with a sickly red hue.

He wouldn’t...

Shia absolutely would.

His gaze shifted downward, watching Tia’s expression intently.

Bullying this sharp-tongued maid in front of her own master—it was oddly satisfying.

Tia gritted her teeth, her brows furrowing tightly. A muffled groan escaped her throat, and sweat started to bead on her back, soaking through her clothing.

The raspy sound carried a peculiar allure.

Of course, being the generous soul he was, Shia kindly reminded her, "If you’re too loud, you might wake her up~."

Tia’s face paled with horror.

She hadn’t meant to make a sound!

Her cheeks turned a deep red as shame and anger overwhelmed her.

Still, she resolved to prove her loyalty.

She was Lilith’s maid, loyal only to her. No matter what this scum tried, she would never yield!

Tia pressed her lips tightly together, her plump, rosy lips nearly turning white from the pressure.

But the mix of pain and a strange tingling sensation made it harder to endure than she expected.

Her clenched teeth began to falter. She bit down on her lip, leaving deep imprints, yet her determined expression held firm.

Though the occasional muffled groan escaped, it was far quieter than before.

Staring at Lilith’s peacefully sleeping face, Tia found renewed determination.

This was her lady, her lifelong devotion.

She was perfect, an angel beyond compare. For someone so flawless, Tia would endure anything!

Despite her mental fortitude, her body betrayed her. The relentless barrage of attacks left her increasingly weak.

Her vision grew hazy, and the strength in her jaw started to fade.

Her flushed cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson, her eyes shimmering as if tears would fall any moment.

Shia studied Tia’s reddened face with an amused expression.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

Tia, already in a daze, kept repeating to herself: Just a little longer. Just endure this a little longer.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly.

Then Shia’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts, his words like a sudden shock to her system.

"I’m not!" she blurted out immediately.

Her raspy voice carried a soft, almost delicate tone, firm in intent but lacking any real strength.

Unfortunately, no matter how quickly she denied it, her soft, trembling body betrayed her.

"Hahaha..."

Shia chuckled softly.

His laughter brimmed with mockery.

Though he didn’t say anything more, the meaning in his laughter was clear.

Tia clenched her fists tightly, though she lacked the strength to truly resist. Her face burned with embarrassment, yet she was utterly helpless.

It seemed the more she denied it, the more it felt like an admission.

In the end, Tia simply shut her eyes.

Her white hair, damp with sweat, clung to her face. The contrast against her flushed skin made her appear even redder.

The mixture of pain and tingling sensations was like an electric current.

She knew she should hate this, should resist.

But...

There was no way she would admit that being hit felt good!

No matter how much she mentally rejected the idea, her body was starting to develop conflicting feelings about the man she despised.

Would he discover her obsession with Lilith’s personal belongings? Or even her hidden masochistic tendencies?

She shivered at the thought.

To be humiliated by someone she loathed, to be bullied in front of the lady she adored—her mind reeled at the contradictions her body presented.

Gradually, her strength gave out. Even her willpower began to waver under the constant assault.

The sound of slaps and Tia’s raspy gasps echoed through the room.

The noise, coupled with their proximity to Lilith, made the situation precarious.

Even in her sleep, Lilith stirred uncomfortably.

"Mm~."

A faint murmur slipped from Lilith’s lips.

Her long lashes fluttered, her brows furrowing slightly.

She seemed about to wake, a hint of annoyance crossing her face.

Tia, already tense, froze completely.

Her body went rigid like a stone, her nerves stretched to their limits.

And yet, her soft, ample figure remained a stark contrast, making her an easy target for the detestable man who seemed to delight in her torment.

Tears welled in her eyes as panic overtook her.

What should I do? What should I do!?

If the lady wakes up now and sees me like this, how will I ever face her again?