Enya’s sudden words made Kane’s expression freeze.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Enya smiling sweetly with narrowed eyes, a hint of grievance behind that gentle expression.
On the surface, it looked no different from her usual petty jealous fits, like a spoiled wife throwing a tantrum.
But as someone who had been with Enya for a long time, Kane knew all too well—this was her right on the verge of snapping.
Still, she wouldn’t explode so easily. If she were that volatile, her yandere nature wouldn’t have stayed hidden by Kane’s side for so many years without ever being discovered.
A calculating, rational yandere was the scariest of all.
Add in the racial buff of being a succubus, and the pressure she exuded wasn’t any less than a Demon King’s.
That was Enya—an alluring, thorny, poisonous rose.
A woman both irresistible and terrifying, bursting with charm.
Maybe, at a time like this, a simple lie would be enough to get Kane off the hook.
Yanderes were crazy, but also endlessly tolerant of their beloved. At least Enya was.
Before she fully revealed her darker nature, she accepted everything about Kane, good and bad, without question.
Thinking back to before he regained his past life memories, there were many shady things he entrusted Enya to take care of.
In hindsight, some of those situations were completely insane.
Luckily, Enya’s yandere tendencies hadn’t erupted back then.
Otherwise, Kane probably wouldn’t have made it out alive.
Looking back now, it really felt like he’d been living on the edge.
Ahem… getting off track.
In any case, now wasn’t the time to dodge.
At the very least, at this moment, he should act like a proper lover and take responsibility.
“I’m sorry, Enya. I lied to you.” Kane stepped forward and gently pulled her into his arms. “I did meet Taliya, and… I did have some contact with her.”
“?!”
Enya’s crimson eyes widened, her pupils shrinking in shock.
Clearly, she hadn’t expected Kane to admit it so honestly.
The young master always used to lie to me… Why didn’t he lie this time?
Something’s not right.
There’s something off about him.
Could that little hussy have said something to him that she shouldn’t have?!
Enya’s long, narrow eyes half-closed, an icy chill silently radiating from them.
But before she could let her killing intent fully surface—
Kane raised a hand, lightly gripping her slender shoulders, gently pulling her back a little.
He cupped her soft cheeks with both hands and gazed deeply at her with a look full of love.
Under Kane’s prince-like, slightly melancholic gaze, Enya’s heart skipped a beat.
Kane’s thumb brushed softly over her lightly shadowed eyes as he spoke gently:
“I’m no longer the son of a duke. Now, I’m just a regular man working hard to survive, struggling to afford food, oil, and rice, and trying to give the woman I love a peaceful, happy home.”
With a light sigh, Kane pulled her forward again.
Enya’s delicate body offered no resistance.
She lost her balance and fell into his arms, her face resting against his firm chest.
Her silky silver-white hair brushed lightly past Kane’s nose, releasing a faint, fragrant scent that made his heart waver.
Empty… She must’ve been really looking forward to tonight.
Kane fought to suppress the shock rising in his chest.
He raised his hand and gently placed it on her smooth, pale shoulder, letting it glide down her bare back. As he softly held her close, he continued:
“…As someone who’s lost his status and backing, I no longer have the right to pick and choose my clients—male or female, like them or not, it doesn’t matter.”
“I did have a history with Taliya, but this time she was just a simple client. We were engaged in a purely professional transaction. I thought that was normal… but I didn’t realize it would end up hurting you.”
“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you beforehand, so you wouldn’t have had to worry.”
Kane apologized sincerely, his embrace tightening slightly.
“Young master~.”
Enya’s face stayed pressed to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her lover’s heartbeat.
A blush of drunken pink rose on her cheeks.
Kane tilted her chin up, making her look him in the eyes. He smirked playfully and said:
“If you don’t believe me… should I prove my innocence to you? Prove that I didn’t sneak a taste elsewhere?”
“Prove…”
Enya bit her lower lip lightly, her face flushing even redder. She knew exactly what kind of proof he meant.
“But… dinner’s about to be ready.”
She shyly squirmed in his arms.
“But I, your young master, want a little dessert before dinner.” Kane leaned in, burying his face in her neck. He gently nibbled her dewy earlobe and whispered, “And it has to be Enya’s special recipe—something only I can enjoy. My exclusive dessert.”
“Young master, you’re so bad~.”
Enya’s delicate, fair cheeks blushed deeply as she buried her face in Kane’s arm.
She lifted her face just a little, her moist eyes glancing up at him, filled with a bashful shyness:
“I’ve prepared a feast for tonight, so I’m a little tired… Could you maybe make the dessert yourself this time, from start to finish?”
Kane froze for a moment, then let out a helpless sigh.
“You really leave me no choice.”
He removed the nonexistent glasses from his nose, dropped his arms, then wrapped one around Enya’s damp, fragrant shoulder.
With the other, he slid it beneath her maid skirt, scooping her up from the curve of her thigh and lifting her into a bridal carry.
The lace band tightly hugging the top of her thigh happened to fall perfectly into Kane’s palm.
At that moment, Enya was completely defenseless, like a kitten with the scruff of her neck caught—utterly at Kane’s mercy.
He could’ve even used what he’d brought back from the black market.
But Kane didn’t—for now.
Because he had bigger plans.
“She kept me locked up in the dungeon, using me for so long for free. If I let it end like this, that’s just too easy on her.”
“No… at this point, it feels more like I’d be rewarding her.”
He needed to wait a little longer.
Carrying Enya, Kane walked into their bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.
Enya landed with a soft thump on the plush mattress and bounced twice.
She quickly grabbed the bedsheet and pulled it over herself to cover the maid outfit already half removed.
Like a delicate little white rabbit caught in a wolf’s den, she shrank her neck and shyly said:
“Master… I haven’t showered yet.”
“What’s the point? You’re about to get all sweaty again anyway.”
Kane casually stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.
Then, with a frog jump, he leaped straight onto the bed.
“Here comes the magic stick~.”
…The next ten thousand characters of detailed description have been devoured by the River Crab Beast~.