Becoming the Maid of Confucius

Edan Richard Blackwood.

The next head of the Blackwood family and the illegitimate son cherished by Duke Harold.

A person capable of killing me with just a finger if he so desires, or even turning me into something worse than death.

Moreover, the guy who is also the early antagonist of the game I possessed is now beneath me, intermittently gasping for breath.

Gasping for air as his throat is being choked in my hands.

“Ggh… Kk…!”

…Why did it have to come to this?

At first, I was determined to somehow resolve this peacefully.

His feeble attempt to remove my hands with both arms, devoid of muscle and only flabby flesh, couldn’t overpower the strength of an adult woman, and his struggling body, due to my weight, only tightened the grip around his neck.

“Kkuh…. Kkuhh….”

“……”

For a moment, I almost faltered when he looked up at me with desolate eyes and shook his head, but I steeled myself, tightened my grip, and exerted more pressure.

Whether I release my grip here or continue choking him to death, the punishment awaiting me won’t differ much.

Edan Richard Blackwood. AKA Edan the Pig.

Unless I kill this damn brat right here and now, there will be no happy ending for me in this world.

For the foolish maid, Lillis Rosewood.