You Can't Ask Her to Be Your Maid, Lover, and Toy at the Same Time

Night was as dark as ink, quietly enveloping the sky, with only a few scattered Star Rank stars and a round moon hanging high.

Fruit Basket Village entrance.

After bidding farewell to the villagers, Xian brought Anlìyà and Berg here.

Viscount Hughes and his party were already waiting.

"Your Highness," Karen bowed slightly.

Sauron Knight and the guards all bowed deeply.

When their lord is present, his servants and attendants must not kneel to others unless their lord also kneels.

"Please, step into the carriage," Karen said, standing before the luxurious carriage draped in purple velvet curtains.

Then, with a glance, he signaled a guard, who unhesitatingly prostrated himself before the left side of the carriage's front compartment, acting as a step.

"I can get up myself."

Xian was not accustomed to stepping on someone's back to board, so he entered from the other side of the carriage's front compartment.

Then, he beckoned to Anlìyà and Berg, who followed his example and boarded from the other side.

Because Anlìyà was only about 1.6 meters tall, Xian even pulled her up.

Seeing all three enter the carriage, Karen sat in the carriage's front compartment—the coachman's seat—and took up the reins attached to the two black steeds.

"Your Highness, the sky is dim, and the road is uneven. I have night vision. If you don't mind, allow me to drive for you. I guarantee there won't be a single bump during the journey," Karen said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone except Xian, including Anlìyà and Berg, looked at Karen with shock and disbelief.

As a noble aristocrat, and also the lord of Black Wolf Territory, to do the work of a coachman was somewhat unbelievable, even if the passenger's status was extremely high.

"Viscount, thank you for your kindness. I indeed dislike bumps, so please drive,"

After a moment of silence, Xian said.

Then, without waiting for Karen to answer, he continued, "Berg, go down and chat with Sauron Knight. I remember you said his swordsmanship was excellent."

"Yes, Lord," Berg jumped off the carriage without hesitation, and then Sauron Knight pulled him onto his horse, the two sharing one mount.

Seeing this scene, although the expression on Karen's face did not change, he could not help but feel a trace of admiration in his heart.

This Highness truly does things impeccably. No wonder he is the heir to a super-nation of 1.4 billion people.

Although he had offered it himself, to be a coachman in front of so many servants and confidants, he was honestly still a little bothered in his heart.

After all, there was more than just this Highness in the carriage, even that hunter attendant in linen clothes was there.

Xian's move both accepted his kindness and saved his face. Wonderful! Is this the big picture? Karen thought that he should learn a thing or two in the future.

As for that maid... In noble circles, maids were not considered people, but rather objects.

Wasn't it reasonable to put an object in the carriage?

"Let's go!"

With everything arranged, Karen waved his hand and cracked the whip with spirited vigor.

Just like every fisherman eager to return home after catching a big fish, he couldn't wait to bring the "gold mountain" on the carriage back to the castle to show his wife and daughter.

Pa-ta! Pa-ta!

Accompanied by two muffled neighs, the carriage started, and the convoy sped towards the round moon ahead.

"What will the future hold?"

In the carriage, Xian leaned against the soft sofa, lifted the window screen and looked out at the dense forest flashing past and the bright moon hanging high in the sky, thinking to himself.

In this fantastical world where even eternal gods and Creators exist, what kind of ending will he ultimately meet?

Life, or death?

Mediocrity, or glory?

A trace of melancholy flashed in Xian's eyes. He felt like a small boat on the sea, surrounded by storms. He didn't know when they would stop, nor whether the shadows ahead were islands or whirlpools.

At this moment, a soft little hand gently grasped his. He turned his head in confusion.

"I'm sorry, Master, I touched your body without permission," Anlìyà said softly.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, covering the girl's light blue dress like a thin veil.

The moonlight shone through the dress, outlining the girl's slender waist. Her golden hair cascaded down her snow-white shoulders like a waterfall, and her clear blue eyes, as clear as lake water, quietly reflected his figure.

For some reason, Xian's mood suddenly improved a lot.

He somewhat understood why so many people on Earth directly labeled themselves as simps. After all, the world is so cruel, you have to look at something beautiful to get by.

"I permit you to touch me," Xian said calmly.

Tsk, a simp. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Master, my foster father often has headaches. To alleviate his condition, I taught myself a little bit of head massage techniques. If you don't mind, may I massage you for a moment?"

Anlìyà said softly, a hint of entreaty flashing across her delicate face.

"Okay."

So the girl sat on the other side of the sofa, slightly lifted her skirt to reveal her snow-white and plump thighs, and patted them to signal him to lie down.

Xian: "..."

He was silent, not expecting this kind of lying down.

Anlìyà should only be seventeen or eighteen years old this year. Isn't it a bit bad to take advantage of a young girl like this?

Xian fell into moral hesitation.

"If you don't want to, Master, then forget it. After all, I am just an insignificant and dispensable Servant of yours, unworthy to serve you."

Seeing that he was reluctant to lie down, Anlìyà sighed softly, and said in a slightly aggrieved tone.

Xian: "???"

He walked over silently and plunged down amidst the girl's delicate exclamation.

Forget it, even if God, Buddha, and Confucius all come together today, he's lying down no matter what.

Feeling the extremely soft touch on his face and the faint fragrance in his nose, Xian thought to himself with his eyes closed.

Anlìyà, after a brief exclamation, also began her movements.

Her nimble and slender fingers were like a spring breeze caressing his face, gently pressing on the man's temples, her movements tender and meticulous.

"Master, if it hurts, please tell me," Anlìyà whispered in Xian's ear as she bent down.

The man, with his eyes closed, nodded and then shook his head.

The girl's technique was incredibly gentle, her fingertips carrying a hint of coolness, he was too busy feeling comfortable to feel any pain.

Xian felt like he was in his mother's embrace.

No, his mom wouldn't be this nice to him? One shouldn't, at least, ask a girl to be his servant, mother, lover, playth— Xian thought wildly, as drowsiness rose, gradually lulling him into a warm dream.

Viscount Hughes's words were true, there wasn't a single bump.