episode_0070
by fnovelpiaThe visuals were the worst, but Hazel still happily ate the six mangoes I cut.
As Hazel put the mango in her mouth and chewed it, I stayed by her side and kept a close eye on her. This was to find the right moment to say, ‘What do you want to eat?’
This is the first time in my life that I feel nervous just to ask this simple question. Rather, it’s a question that will make the other person feel good, and I’m not the type of person who particularly cares about timing, so I always ask it at any time.
And now Hazel is wiping her mouth after eating all the mango. Now is the right time.
“Hey, there’s Hazel…”
I hesitated and spoke to Hazel, who was sitting across from me.
“Hmm? Why are you doing that?”
“D, would you like to eat something…?”
“Suddenly?”
This is a question that other people would have been so excited about that they would have immediately taken out their phone and looked up a good restaurant. But this bitch tilted her head and looked puzzled.
I always tried to keep my distance from this bitch and was passive in my actions, so this reaction was natural.
“uh… Well, I just want to take care of you…”
“······Do you think I will like it just because you do this?”
As expected, Hazel found my favor strange and looked at me with eyes full of suspicion.
I guess this wasn’t it. I didn’t trust this bitch Seo Yu-chae. He lived for 500 years and everything he did was shit.
If I meet you later, I will really kill you. I may not even be able to hurt him and I will be beaten like a dog, but my will to kill him from this moment on is firm.
It’s all because of this bitch, you bitch. Why do you have to go out and do this for no reason? Wouldn’t it have been okay if I just said I couldn’t do it and ended it?
“S-sorry…! My, I was wrong-!”
Even though I was already screwed, I quickly got up to stop the situation from getting any worse, knelt next to Hazel, and begged for forgiveness.
“Sigh.”
I thought it was a mess, but Hazel suddenly looked down at me and let out a faint laugh.
“I like it. So wake up. Hehehe.”
Then, he extended his outstretched hand downwards in a non-threatening manner to me, who was kneeling.
I was confused and held his hand as if I was possessed, and Hazel pulled my arm and helped me stand up from my seat.
“uhuh… Yes…?”
“Ugh… Of course, the inside is clearly visible.”
Hazel took a deep breath.
“That, that…”
I tried to make an excuse, but Hazel cut me off at the beginning of my hesitation and continued her story. It was as if he didn’t want to hear any more excuses.
“I’ll let you know what I want to eat before lunch. You must be tired because you didn’t sleep well, so just go in and sleep.”
“Oh, no…! I’m not tired at all… The cup is empty. Would you like me to make you some coffee again?”
Although he looks haggard at first glance, he tries hard to say that he is fine. I thought it might be good for scoring points, so I said something I didn’t really mean.
“Do you know how to make hand drip coffee? And since my body isn’t supposed to consume a lot of caffeine, I’m going to stop drinking it.”
However, seeing me like that, Hazel listened to me nervously.
I don’t really know what the problem is. If they offer to take care of you, isn’t it right to do it politely even if you refuse?
“Is that so…? Sorry…”
“There is nothing to be sorry about. If you really feel like it, just peel a few peaches and go in to sleep.”
“Ah, I understand…”
“Yes.”
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“Haa···. Have you tried peeling fruit with your own hands?”
No matter how you look at it, the owner, who looked haggard, was pushed up to the bedroom, and he sat down at the table again to observe the shape of the peach that the owner had cut by hand.
It looked like an angled crab like a diamond, and I was probably not good at cutting it, so half of the flesh ended up in the trash can along with the skin.
Even though I’m 25 years old, I still can’t peel a single piece of fruit properly. This must be befitting a master. I’ve never seen anything done perfectly.
Still, I picked up a peach with a fork, put it in my mouth, and chewed it. As soon as the flesh is crushed, the fresh juice spreads throughout your mouth, which is delicious. No matter what it looks like, as long as it tastes good, it’s okay.
When you chew on several pieces of peach and look around at the messed up sink, the sight is nothing short of terrible.
“······Ha.”
The more I look at it, the more I sigh.
I put all the cut peels in the trash can, but I didn’t even clean the juice that was on the lid.
Also, I wonder why I took out three knives and it was hard to wash all of them.
Usually, if the knife doesn’t work well, I either apply more force or sharpen it, but I don’t just take out multiple knives. It’s amazing that he got into it unscathed.
There was juice that ran across the cutting board and onto the sink tiles, and some went even further and splattered all over the floor.
If I had known that they would create such a mess, I would have said I would take care of it myself. Cleaning up is more work.
If I had asked to make coffee, the scene in the kitchen would have probably been even more horrifying.
“Phew···. I guess I should just clean it up and eat it or something.”
There is nothing good about leaving your kitchen in that state for a long time.
It could attract bugs or stain your white marble sink.
So I put off eating peaches for a while and started cleaning.
After mopping the floor, wiping the sink, and even washing the dishes, the cleaning was finally finished.
“Haa···. End.”
I already feel like I’m under twice as much stress these days, but it’s really annoying to have such troublesome things happen.
I wanted to immediately call him out of the bedroom and order him to clean up, but that thought quickly faded when I remembered that haggard face from earlier.
I sent him directly to my mouth as if pushing him to go up, but now I can’t tell him to come back down.
“I shaved off a lot, really…”
I cut about a third of the 18 peaches out of the box and put them in a bowl, so there was so much that it was almost overflowing.
Of course, I myself know that the amount I eat is unusual. I’m just a little embarrassed because it’s my first time being served such a large amount of fruit.
Because I had to finish eating so many peaches, I picked up my fork again and put the peaches in my mouth. Maybe it was because I came back after cleaning it up so quickly that the taste hadn’t changed. It’s still delicious.
“······Hehe. What is this that makes me laugh so much?”
I was annoyed and tired when I had to tidy up the mess in the kitchen, but now that I’m sitting down and eating the peach again, I can’t help but smile.
Is it because the sight of a peach that has been cut in half and has an angular shape is so funny? Or is it because the sight of the owner whining and cutting the peach to this point is cute?
The owner bought a lot of fruit and fed it to me to avoid getting angry, and then made a mess of the kitchen to feed me the fruit, cutting the fruit fiercely as if he was going into battle.
Well, when I think about it, it feels cute. He’s a lot older than me, but he still feels like a kid.
Because I laughed heartily like this, the anger I had towards the owner disappeared without me realizing it.
I wish every day could be the same, but my master still refuses to open his heart to me.
Maybe it’s natural. Until yesterday, they had openly threatened to harass me.
But there are still many things the owner needs to be scolded for. I also have a sense of revenge.
I still get angry whenever I see my owner. Especially when I curse or lose my temper knowingly or unknowingly, I still think of the owner who hit me.
It’s scary, and the desire for revenge flares up once again.
But I endure it because he is the person I love. If I couldn’t bear it, I would have cut it to pieces with a knife and buried it on the first day I visited the owner.
But these days, the more I see her, the cuter she is, her cute appearance is endearing, and she seems to be gradually loosening her guard towards me, so I’m trying to soften her up little by little.
If you do this, your desire for revenge will gradually subside. Isn’t the desire for revenge now not sincere, but a compulsion commanded by a reminded memory that ‘I have to do it’? I’m starting to wonder.
What bothers my master more than anything is my slightly vicious and perverted tastes… Not a little, but a lot… It cannot be denied that it plays a part.
It feels like the purpose of bullying is gradually changing from revenge to pleasure.
As the desire for revenge subsides, sadism arises, as if to make up for the loss of revenge.
Although it was expected, thanks to the sudden pregnancy, her personality has become more sensitive, and the stress she is under is increasing, but the stress is relieved by harassing her owner.
In particular, the owner’s expression as if he had lost the whole world is an important factor that makes endorphins flow in my head.
Looking at it this way, I look like Pavlov’s dog trained on endorphins. I’m sorry about this, sir. Hehehe.
Still, from now on, we should consider giving rewards for good behavior.
They seemed to feel relieved when they saw a picture of me wearing a maid uniform, and I think they would lose a little bit of my charm if I volunteered while wearing it sometime.
The factor that makes me feel good is pleasure, but ‘sincere love’ gives me mental stability. Of course, I can’t receive it at all yet. My master hates me so much that he hates me.
But, somehow, you will like me. Please don’t hold on and fall in love with me.
I hope there comes a day in the near future when I don’t have to worry about being thrown away again.
Of course, mentally. Physical power is already overwhelming.
“Huhuhu…. I guess I’ll have to think about what to eat for lunch later.”
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