Chapter 41: Disobedient Young Master Must Be Refined into the Ten Thousand Demons Banner

“……”

The dim room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Rainwater collected on the eaves tapped against the iron window by the side, pattering softly.

Enya’s forehead rested against Kane’s back. Tall and alluring, she was only half a head shorter than Kane.

Hugging him from behind, separated only by a thin layer of clothing, she could clearly feel the warmth radiating from Kane’s body.

Enya savored this moment to the fullest.

But Kane, on the other hand, was in no such pleasant state.

His face was utterly blank, facial muscles stiff, and his legs shook like a chihuahua’s.

Why is she here?

How did she get in?

Is she here to refine me into the Ten Thousand Demons Banner?!

Countless questions burst forth, but Kane couldn’t make sense of any of it. He wanted to ask, but worried she’d simply answer—

“Mhm, that’s right.”

And then he’d become the proud male pet inside Enya’s Ten Thousand Demons Banner.

He had to be extremely careful with his words.

But before he could even try, Enya had already lost control, releasing all the love she’d been suppressing for so long.

“Young Master~, my Young Master~, ah~, it’s Young Master’s scent~.”

Enya’s cheeks flushed a deep red, her face buried tightly in Kane’s back, her expression restless with excitement.

She inhaled deeply, greedily absorbing everything about Kane, not missing a single bit, as if determined to make up for all the time she’d been apart from him.

And such a simple act alone brought Kane more pressure than ever before.

Enya’s yandere levels, long suppressed, were now stronger than ever.

“W-what Young Master, what are you talking about, I’m a foreigner, I don’t understand~.”

Kane feigned ignorance, speaking in a clumsy, foreign-accented tongue.

He was still lying to himself, thinking his identity hadn’t been exposed.

But how could such self-deception possibly succeed?

Enya narrowed her eyes slightly, her slender, jade-like fingers gently unbuttoning the collar of Kane’s shirt.

Her fingertips, painted a rosy hue, traced lazy circles on his skin as she spoke in a tone tinged with grievance:

“How could I ever mistake Young Master’s scent? Please, Young Master, don’t insult my love for you. No matter how much time passes, I remember your scent as clearly as ever. I could find you instantly, every time.”

With that, the girl pressed her soft cheek tightly against him, like a cat owner nuzzling their beloved pet. Her greedy breaths grew even more urgent.

Feeling the weight of her intense love, Kane fell silent for two seconds. With a long, resigned sigh, he spoke calmly, full of helplessness:

“We’ve been together so long, and you still haven’t had enough?”

Hearing this, Enya lifted her head. Her eyes, burning as if molten lava flowed within, met Kane’s gaze from above.

Looking at the face of the lover she hadn’t seen in 38 hours, 46 minutes, and 32 seconds, Enya’s stunningly beautiful cheeks were tinged with a drunken blush.

Her gaze drooped shyly, and like a bashful little animal, she buried herself forcefully in the man’s chest, her voice sweet as honey:

“I could never get enough of Young Master’s scent, not even for a lifetime.”

Such a direct confession, pure and without a trace of ulterior motive.

Kane’s heart couldn’t help but race.

But alas, she was a yandere…

“Young Master~ my Young Master~, your scent is just as intoxicating as ever. Sigh, if only Young Master had already been refined into the Ten Thousand Demons Banner, then I could smell you every day.”

“……”

Yes, that’s just how she was. Enya never forgot her original intentions.

Any fluttering heart was now replaced by terror.

Liking a yandere is a hobby; being liked by a yandere is a disaster. Poor Kane.

“Young Master, what about you? Have you been thinking of me too? Do you regret not refining me into the Ten Thousand Demons Banner?”

Enya blinked her big, dark eyes, looking up at Kane with a hopeful 45° angle.

Kane’s mouth twitched.

There was simply no way to answer a question like that.

It was a no-win scenario.

Fortunately, Enya was still ‘considerate’ of him. Before he could answer, she hit him with an even tougher question.

“By the way, Young Master and the Hero seem to get along so well~. So close, always chatting and laughing, even having late-night snacks together at the tavern. Young Master has never done that with me.

Young Master, you’re playing favorites~.”

“So does Young Master like the Hero more than you like me?”

“……”

That question wasn’t hard.

Whether in the past or now, Kane could answer it without a moment’s hesitation.

But what would happen after he answered?

“Oh, since Young Master likes me more, then why did you run off with that Hero b*tch?”

“Since Young Master likes me more, why did you dress as a woman to become that Hero sow’s woman?”

“Since Young Master likes me more, why didn’t you acknowledge me on the spot, but stood by that Hero slut’s side instead?”

“Seems like Young Master really ought to be refined into the Ten Thousand Demons Banner, that way you’ll never flirt with any other wild sows again~.”

Ending— Kane is refined into the Ten Thousand Demons Banner

Kane— deceased.

And if he didn’t answer, or lied and gave the wrong answer?

“Young Master actually likes another woman besides me. Clearly, Young Master shouldn’t show his face in public, should be locked away, only allowed to look at me every day. Other females shouldn’t even exist in this world.

‘Kill kill kill kill kill……’

Ending— Kane is refined into the Ten Thousand Demons Banner

Kane— deceased again.

In short, no matter which option he chose, only a ruined ending awaited Kane.

As for running away, that was even less likely. He’d already been caught—how could he possibly escape?

At this point, all Kane could do was try to change the subject.

“R-right, by the way, Enya, how did you get in here?”

Enya, successfully distracted for the moment, answered—and brought an even greater shock to Kane’s fragile psyche:

“Young Master, you must be joking. In a place with such weak defenses, I could come in even with my eyes closed. If Young Master really wants to hide from me, at the very least you’d have to hide in the Royal Palace. That would at least be a bit of a challenge.”

“……”

The Border Count’s Mansion is heavily guarded, nearly impossible to enter—(×).

Coming and going as she pleases, the evil dragon Enya easily steals away Princess Kane, who is locked inside— couldn’t be easier—(√).

Kane was numb.

“So that’s all Young Master wanted to ask?”

Enya slowly shifted her delicate body, pressing herself flush against Kane’s sturdy chest. Her ample curves were squashed and deformed, and as her fingers continued to roam, she returned to her earlier question:

“I’ve finished answering Young Master’s question, so now Young Master should answer mine.”

“Does Young Master like me more? Or the Hero slut more?”

As she asked, Enya’s soft, boneless little hand grew even more restless, as if trying to provoke Kane into answering through sheer stimulation.

To be honest, it felt really good—Kane was genuinely enjoying it…but the situation simply didn’t allow him to indulge. For the sake of his freedom, he could only try every trick to change the subject.

Once or twice was fine.

But after several times, even Enya, who had infinite patience for him, began to show a hint of dissatisfaction:

“It seems this question is very hard for Young Master to answer.”

“Forcing Young Master to make a decision—that’s not what a proper maid should do.”

“So I’ve thought up an easy way for Young Master to prove his answer.”

“Why don’t you guess what it is, Young Master?”

Kane shivered as he replied, “C-can I not guess?”

“Nope.”

Enya’s slender, jade-white finger mischievously pinched Kane’s 🥛.

Then, under Kane’s stunned gaze, Enya changed into a different outfit right in front of him.

She actually…

“Why are you wearing Taliya’s clothes?!”