Chapter 94: Lace

Roman felt as if he were floating naked in a rippling lake, drifting back and forth.

What puzzled him was that he couldn’t swim at all, so logically, he should have been terrified.

Yet at this moment, all he wanted was to close his eyes and comfortably drift along with the waves.

After a long time, he suddenly snapped back to reality.

Am I dreaming?

The instant this thought crossed his mind, Roman opened his eyes, and the ceiling of the room came into view.

After a brief moment of confusion, Roman realized where he was and immediately propped himself up on his arms, sitting up in bed.

“Lord Roman, won’t you rest a little longer?”

A cold voice spoke from beside him.

Roman glanced over; the sunset had already slipped below the horizon, and the room was dim.

Elise sat quietly in the shadows, almost blending into the darkness.

Had she not spoken first, Roman might have been startled when trying to get out of bed.

He looked at Elise. She had pulled a chair over and was sitting by the bedside.

Still wearing her dignified yet slightly coquettish black-and-white maid’s dress, her long legs clad in black stockings were neatly closed together.

From Roman’s vantage point, he could just see the lace garter on her thigh, shaped like delicate roses.

Sensing Roman’s gaze, Elise’s lips curled into a faint, flirtatious smile.

Her straight, closed thighs slowly parted and stretched out before him.

She teased at the top of her leg with a finger and chuckled softly.

“Master, do you like my stockings very much?”

“Stop it.”

Leaning against the bed, Roman pressed a hand to his forehead, exhausted.

Then he heard the faint sounds of a knife scraping. Curious, he opened his eyes wider to see Elise peeling an apple with a small knife.

When finished, she casually grabbed a handkerchief and stuck it into her pocket.

Then, right before Roman’s eyes, she lifted her skirt slightly and tucked the knife back into the garter at her thigh.

Roman: …

As expected, a maid without a hidden knife at her thigh isn’t a proper maid.

“Master, be good.”

Holding the sliced apple pieces, Elise extended a finger clad in a lace glove toward Roman’s mouth.

He wasn’t ungrateful.

With Elise’s thoughtful care, he obediently parted his cherry lips and took the apple piece from her hand.

“Mm…”

Elise hummed softly.

“Master, your mouth touched my finger.”

“You touched me first.”

Roman responded with a hint of annoyance.

“Hehe.”

Elise smiled but said no more.

Then she picked up a towel nearby and showed it to Roman.

“Master, while you were asleep, I wiped your face for you.”

She displayed the towel like a proud work of art.

The lipstick stain on the towel was vivid and unmistakable.

Roman was silent…

“The relationship between you and Lady Catherine really is getting better,” Elise remarked with a tone of admiration.

She paused, noticing Roman’s frown.

“You need not worry. I am your loyal servant now. After you kissed my cheek, I will never betray you again,” Elise said sincerely as she took Roman’s small hand and tenderly squeezed his fingers.

Roman curled his lips. Even he could see the vast difference between Elise’s true nature and her outward appearance.

One moment, she was the cold and distant Head Maid in front of everyone; the next, she was a charming, playful little maid before him. Roman stared at Elise’s beautiful and captivating face, curious which version was the real her.

Examining Elise’s profile, he had to admit she resembled a proud yet enchanting Persian Cat.

Her gray curls were meticulously styled, and the face beneath her fringe carried a delicate, feminine charm when they were alone.

Long, slightly curled eyelashes, large, alluring eyes, and cherry-red lips.

Every time she pouted while speaking, Roman couldn’t help but be reminded of a clingy kitten named Cake.

The only difference was, Elise seemed more like a wild cat who followed her own rules.

“Is your exhaustion because Lady Catherine’s Curse has flared up again?”

Elise regained her composure and asked seriously as Roman studied her.

“Yes.”

“That situation must have been dangerous, right?”

“If I were even slightly weaker, if I hadn’t just broken through to the Mid-tier Magic Power level today…”

Roman dared not think further.

One coincidence after another had allowed him to save Lady Catherine, and he could not imagine if she had died right before his eyes while he was powerless.

The weak often transfer their hatred onto others.

For a moment earlier, Roman even felt resentment and disdain toward Goddess Fara…

Elise squeezed Roman’s hand, intertwining her fingers with his, and gently brought his hand to her lips.

Her cool lips brushed against his finger, and from between them came a soft voice: “Don’t think so much.

The truth is, Lady Catherine is perfectly safe.”

Even knowing her action was a bit presumptuous, Roman couldn’t help but feel warmth spread through him and gently returned the squeeze.

A tender atmosphere filled the room.

Elise fed Roman apple pieces with care, and after he finished, she took a handkerchief and affectionately wiped the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, her gaze froze, her eyes narrowing as she stared intently in one direction, revealing an unmistakably mischievous look.

“What is it?”

Roman curled his legs nervously beneath the blanket, trying to hide something between them by pulling his knees inward.

“Master, you can’t hide anything from me.”

Elise chuckled.

She reached out with her lace-gloved hand toward the area between Roman’s legs.

“Stop it!”

Roman hastily grabbed her wrist, trying to prevent her from going further.

But how could his strength restrain Elise?

Suddenly, a prickling sensation traveled to his tailbone, making him straighten up and open his eyes wide.

Elise was holding the blanket tightly at the bulge between Roman’s legs.

Roman blushed deeply under her strange gaze.

He had sensed it the moment he woke—the place down there had become unusually sensitive.

For days after Luo Xiya left, he had been alone in an empty room.

Having just lost his virginity and tasted forbidden fruit, he had endured restless nights turning over and over.

Today, despite having exhausted his Magic Power suppressing Lady Catherine’s Curse, he should have felt weak.

Why was it like this…?

Elise gave him an ambiguous, understanding look and then stood up in front of him.

In the shadows, her hand slipped under her maid skirt, undoing buttons one by one.

Then she lifted her long, slender leg, slowly removing her pristine lace stockings.

“Master, do you want me to help?”