Two and a half hours later.
“As expected, I’m crazy strong!”
Kane lay on the bed with a refreshed look on his face, hands folded behind his head.
Enya nestled against him like a gentle kitten, her little head resting in the crook of his arm.
Her snow-white hand lay lightly on his chest.
Her eyes were closed, her pretty face lightly adorned with makeup.
A bit of foam still lingered at the corner of her lips, which curled into a satisfied smile.
Her pale pink lips smacked softly from time to time, like she was having a very sweet dream.
Looking at the girl like this, Kane couldn’t help but lower his head, brushing aside the messy silver bangs on her forehead and tucking them behind her ear.
Their faces were very close, their skin brushing at the tips of their noses.
From this angle, Kane could clearly see the fine peach fuzz on Enya’s cheeks, damp with a sheen of sweat—like a perfectly ripe peach just kissed by rain.
The more he looked, the more he wanted to lean in, to sink his teeth into that sweet, soft skin and savor the unique sweetness of a young girl.
Flooded with desire, Kane’s mouth went dry.
It was like he’d just tasted cherry milk for the first time in his life—he was already hungry for more.
He was starving.
He wanted more.
Moved by impulse, Kane bent down and nuzzled her milk-soft cheek.
Just as he was about to do something even naughtier, the girl mumbled in her sleep, murmuring incoherently:
“Master… hehe, my master… once refined, you won’t escape… hehe…”
“…”
Kane’s expression darkened instantly, and he quickly pulled away from Enya.
His face paled and flushed in rapid succession, and cold sweat the size of soybeans seeped from his skin, dripping down his temples.
He’d let his guard down—again.
Lust really was the biggest obstacle in a man’s path to success.
He had been so absorbed in savoring the “divine beast’s” delicacies that he nearly forgot the most important matter at hand.
Kane’s chest rose and fell sharply. In the dim room, he glanced at the clock on the wall.
—19:23
Only half an hour remained until the time he was knocked out last time.
There was no time to lose—he had to resist the yandere.
However…
“This time is already very different from the last. Could the drugging time have changed too?”
Last time, at this very moment, he had been enjoying a candlelit dinner with Enya at the dining table.
This time, he had been enjoying a very different kind of “cherry dessert.”
Just minutes ago, Enya had been ravaged to the point of losing her voice.
She was still fast asleep even now.
Not to boast, but there was no way she’d be back on her feet without resting for at least half a day.
Maybe he could relax a bit—there was no need to stay so on edge.
Just as Kane was thinking that, there was a subtle rustling under the thin sheets.
Enya’s small, delicate feet slid back and forth outside the covers.
Hearing the noise, Enya blinked her sleepy eyes and lifted her head from Kane’s chest.
Their eyes met—and after two seconds, the girl shyly averted her gaze.
She grabbed a corner of the sheet to cover her flushed cheeks, peeking out with a pair of glowing, moist eyes, gazing at Kane with adoration.
What an adorable little creature.
He wanted more.
“…Sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep.”
Kane gently pulled up the sheet, covering the girl’s smooth, fragrant shoulders.
But Enya glanced at the clock on the wall:
—19:28
The moment she saw the time, she bolted upright like a startled groundhog.
She pulled off the useless little camisole hanging off her body and the torn white garter stockings that were barely clinging to her thighs.
While dressing in the clean clothes she had prepared earlier, she said as she walked toward the door:
“Sorry, Master. I overslept. I’ll go prepare dinner right away.”
Halfway out, Enya turned back, cupped Kane’s face, kissed his lips, and beamed with a bright smile.
No matter how busy things got, kisses were always essential.
Though she had done this countless times before, to Kane, it felt like a kiss from the reaper himself.
Every step was wrong, but the end result was still terrifyingly accurate.
—Kane is destined to be caged and refined by the yandere maid. This is fate~.
Kane shivered and quickly grabbed Enya’s wrist, saying:
“It’s just one meal, right? There’s really no need for it tonight.”
He forced a smile, making one last desperate attempt.
Enya showed a slightly troubled expression and said:
“But this is what Master wanted to eat…”
Kane rubbed his stomach and said:
“I’m full, really. I don’t feel like eating anymore.”
“But I spent so long preparing it…”
Enya spoke softly, her gaze lowering, barely able to hide her disappointment.
Her voice grew quieter and quieter, tugging painfully at the heart.
Kane wanted to take back his words, but when he thought about what might happen in the end, he gritted his teeth and chose to remain silent.
“……”
Enya bit her lip, forcing a sorrowful smile, and said in a low voice:
“I’m sorry, Master. I overstepped. As a maid, I dared to question your decision. I truly have failed in my duties.”
As she spoke, Enya slowly lifted her head and gave Kane a smile that looked even worse than crying, choking out:
“The fact that Master is willing to show mercy to a mere maid like me is already the greatest kindness. And yet I shamelessly tried to push for more… I’ve let down your favor and affection… I’m sorry, Master. I’ll go clean up. Please rest first.”
She turned to leave, her figure seeming small and helpless.
Kane’s heart skipped a beat.
Before his brain could catch up, his hand had already reached out to grab her trembling form, saying:
“No, Enya, you’re not just a maid to me. I’ve never seen this as pity. You…”
He paused, then finally said it:
“You’re someone very important to me.”
It had nothing to do with anything else—this was what Kane truly felt.
But Enya didn’t turn back right away.
Her shoulders trembled, her head hung low, like she was trying to hold something back.
Kane cursed himself in silence. How stupid could he be?
People change—why was he still judging everything based on what happened in the first timeline?
Couldn’t it be that Enya felt a sense of security and fulfillment from being with him, and had already given up on her plan to refine the Ten Thousand Demon Banner?
Kane, oh Kane, how long are you going to keep making your girl cry?
“I’m sorry, Enya…”
Kane said softly, stepping forward to hug the girl who so clearly lacked a sense of security, wanting to fill her with all of his own.
And then, the girl turned around with a bright smile and clapped her hands cheerfully:
“So that means Master is going to have dinner! Please wait a moment—your pineapple pizza will be ready soon! Oh, and I also made your favorite Assam black tea!”
The kind that tastes so good it’ll knock you right out~.
Enya winked playfully at Kane after she finished speaking.
“……”
Kane ← 🤡.
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