For the past eighteen years of his life, Kane had always believed himself to be just an ordinary duke’s son, living an extraordinarily privileged life.
He woke each day on a five-hundred-square-meter bed, troubled only by questions like which maid he should allow to serve him that morning, and whether he should eat first or put on his shoes.
And this unremarkably extravagant life, he believed, would continue unchanged right up until the very second he was drugged and taken down by the one person he trusted the most…
In a dark and damp dungeon, Kane was shackled hand and foot with chains enchanted to suppress magic.
His golden hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his pale skin.
He was freezing, having been stripped completely naked, save for a soft white blanket draped over his private parts.
Embroidered into the blanket was a handmade heart, and inside the heart were two names: Kane and Enya. The little detail reflected a young girl’s innocent, delicate sentimentality.
—Tap tap.
Soft footsteps echoed nearby, and Kane, with some effort, lifted his strikingly handsome face—so handsome it could have been drawn just for readers to see a familiar maid approaching.
Her fair cheeks were tinged with a soft pink, and her long silver-white hair cascaded like flowing water.
Her delicate lips, rosy as rose petals, completed a stunningly beautiful face.
With every breath she took, her ample chest beneath the black-and-white maid uniform rose and fell rhythmically—an enticing sight that made one instinctively want to flip her onto the bed.
But the girl halted her steps.
Kane, who had been sizing her up, instinctively looked up—meeting her eyes, which were brimming with overwhelming love.
She said nothing, yet somehow said everything.
She lifted her skirt, revealing a pair of slender, shapely, and pale legs wrapped in black stockings.
The lace trim at the top of the stockings hugged her soft thighs, forming a stark contrast against the dark, damp surroundings of the dungeon.
She looked like a knightess who had wandered into a goblin’s den by mistake.
It was a scene full of contradictions and yet strangely fitting, as though this place were where she belonged all along.
Kane stared at the familiar maid and said nothing.
He simply laid back on the bed in a “木” shape, a look of utter indifference on his face, as if ready to be slaughtered, completely disillusioned with life.
Seeing this, the girl’s smile faded.
A shadow passed over her pale, pretty face.
But then her eyes caught the embroidered blanket, where the heart had changed into an ice cream cone.
Still, the names “Kane” and “Enya” remained stitched into it, nestled together like inseparable lovers.
Her cold expression softened, and a warm smile blossomed once again.
She lifted her skirt with both hands and raised one black-stocking-clad foot, gently placing it above the names sewn on the blanket.
A soft moan, half pain and half pleasure, echoed through the dark dungeon.
Spring had come to this prison.
Two and a half hours later.
“Enya, why did you betray me?”
Beads of sweat clung to Kane’s golden hair.
His pale lips moved, finally speaking his first words of the day that weren’t just moans.
Enya, curled in his arms like a kitten, slowly looked up.
Her body was wrapped in nothing but a thin blanket, which slipped down as she moved, revealing a shoulder as smooth and fair as porcelain.
Her golden eyes blinked, as if she’d just heard something completely unbelievable.
But then, as if understanding dawned on her, she reached out with her soft white arms and pulled Kane into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Young Master, how could I ever betray you? I’ve been with you since you were little. I’m your most loyal maid.”
“Loyal? Hah.”
Kane gave a bitter laugh, lifting his free arm.
The chains binding him clinked as the magic-suppressing stones connected at his wrist rattled in the dim dungeon air.
As if mocking her words, Kane shook the chains forcefully, repeating with even more emphasis:
“A loyal maid would lock her master up in some rural dungeon at the edge of the border and treat him like a plaything day and night in an endless spring?”
You call this loyalty?!
If this counts as loyalty, then seppuku must be just blowing air out your ass.
If this weren’t an official site, he’d have actually believed it.
Seeing Kane truly angry, Enya gently stroked his hair with a doting expression.
“Young Master, I didn’t want to do this. I really didn’t. But you’re just too amazing. Just too perfect.”
“You were stripped of your title. All those seductive hussies are gone. It’s just me now. I’ve always been the one by your side since we were little.”
“But why, even as a fallen noble, do you still seek out those hussies? They’re nothing but disgusting pigs who cling to power. Why do they deserve your greetings? Why do they get to touch you? Why do they get to see your smile?”
“Young Master, tell me why? Why? Everything about you should belong to me and me alone.”
Her voice grew increasingly frantic.
She clutched Kane tightly, burying him in her familiar fragrance.
But Kane felt no enjoyment in it at all.
It wasn’t just because he was currently stuck in post-nut clarity.
More importantly—dammit, he really needed to complain he was running a general store now! A general store!!!
Wasn’t it normal to smile when talking to customers?
Wasn’t a bit of accidental physical contact while handing back change totally expected?
So why, in her eyes, did it look like he was some scumbag husband ignoring his loving wife at home just to go flirt with random women outside?
He’d worked so hard without using any cheats to avoid the death flags meant for the villainous heir in this yuri-themed game.
He’d already succeeded in farming his own land out here in the countryside, fulfilling what countless other villain-transmigrators always dreamed of but never achieved.
He’d even built an entirely new circle of relationships and become genuinely close with the local villagers.
He had a caring woman by his side.
All that was left now was to settle down, live righteously, and maybe raise five children…
So then, why the hell did no one tell him his personal maid was a yandere?
Damn the devs. This wasn’t in the game’s storyline at all!
Kane cursed his own helplessness.
He’d managed to dodge even the villain’s destined death only to trip and fall right beside the person who shared his bed.
Truly, lust cuts deeper than any blade.
While Kane was lost in self-blame, Enya continued pouring out years of suppressed emotion.
“Master, it’s all your fault. You were abandoned by everyone yet I stayed. I was the only one left by your side. In the days ahead, you only need to look at me. Why can’t you be satisfied when you already have me?”
“Why won’t you just look at me more, spend more time with me…”
She spoke with deep feeling, gently cupping his face, and her tear-streaked expression came into full view.
Kane’s heart skipped a beat.
For a moment, he actually felt a pang of guilt.
Think about it from being the exalted heir of a duke’s house to being cast down and exiled to this godforsaken borderland, and yet this girl, who could’ve stayed a noble’s maid, had come here to suffer with him.
And he couldn’t even give her a sense of security.
She just wanted to stay by his side.
She just wanted him to look at her more.
Was she really wrong for that?
She was just a girl who had fallen in love.
Kane found himself gradually convincing himself of this.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But then Enya instantly wiped away her tears, replaced them with an innocent, childlike smile, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said sweetly:
“So I’ve decided to refine you into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner. That way, you’ll always look only at me.”
Kane: ???
WHAT!?