My Family in the Novel?

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For what felt like an eternity, the young master and I shared countless moments together, creating a bond that transcended the typical master-servant dynamic.

The familiarity between us was so ingrained that I could practically predict his reactions.

"Young master, good morning!"

"Ana, how many times do I have to tell you to knock…!"

Recollections flooded my mind of the times when he would blush uncontrollably at my mere presence in his room.

It was a precious sight, one that I cherished as a testament to our close relationship.

"Young master, we will have fire mammoth stew today"

"Ah-yeah…"

The subtle change in his expression betrayed his preferences, especially when the food didn't meet his expectations.

Whenever I made something, the young master would be guaranteed to eat it.

I know as someone who made the food that it was below average and yet the young master would always force himself to eat it.

Although I felt bad the happiness it brought me whenever he asked for more was my inspiration to always keep on and practice my cooking.

"Young master, you're really handsome. How I wish I had a recording crystal," I'd tease.

"I-is that so? Do you like this type of clothes, Ana?"

"Mhmm~ it suits you well, young master" I reassured him, knowing that such words could easily bring a smile to his face/

"Hoo~ really now…."

Through the years, our relationship evolved into something deeper than a master and servant.

The young master became more than just my superior; he became a brother in every sense.

Despite his transformation into a fine young man, my perception of him remained constant – a cute little brother whom I had known since our early years.

Well, at least until that day happened. The day we kissed remains etched in my memory as both an unforgettable and extraordinary moment of my life.

I mean, how could I have expected it? In some sense, I did notice certain things, but for the young master to harbor feelings for me, that was an emotionally complicated reality to accept at the time.

Despite any reservations, when the moment finally unfolded, and our lips met in a gentle dance, I didn't resist. Instead, I embraced the unexpected and accepted everything he offered.

The love we experienced, though briefly interrupted, felt undeniably genuine, and our feelings were expressed with a depth that words struggled to capture.

His proficiency as a kisser was remarkable, leaving me to wonder if he had honed such skills in the brothels or elsewhere.

The way he effortlessly ignited a fire within me showcased a knowledge of how to make a woman's body heat up.

Despite my own lack of experience, the young master's movements surpassed expectations, challenging the notion that one could only learn such things outside the mansion's walls.

Since that day, a newfound awareness blossomed within me, and I couldn't deny the true depth of my feelings for the young master.

The relentless thumping of my heart whenever we were close became an undeniable truth.

'I love the young master, or rather, I love Adrian Vulter Tellus'

And that was a fact I couldn't ignore now. Even though we had both laid bare our feelings for each other, I found myself compelled to set certain boundaries. The barrier between our social classes loomed too high to disregard.

He, the son of a duke, and I, despite my noble lineage, was nothing more than a commoner with some wealth.

Above all, he was my master, and I, his maid.

A romantic relationship between us would be scrutinized by society, and I couldn't bear to burden the young master, especially after all the social problems he had already faced.

Lady Lilliana's obsessive feelings for him added another layer of complexity, and the thought of her retaliation weighed heavily on my mind.

Despite these obstacles, I couldn't afford to give up. The mere notion of him leaving me caused a pain so intense I couldn't even fathom it.

As long as I could be with him, I was even willing to accept the prospect of him having multiple wives.

It didn't matter if I wasn't the first wife; what mattered most was that I remained by his side, supporting him through

So, that was why all this time, I patiently waited for my moment to chime in his life when that day came.

Before I knew it, the young master had already found himself a girlfriend—a truly beautiful girl, and not just any girl, but the actual saintess herself, Elena Tellarum, the one and only saintess of this world. It was a surprising turn of events, and I couldn't help but marvel at how the young master managed to capture the heart of someone with such a complicated status.

At first, the news was a shock, but I quickly shifted my perspective. I felt proud and genuinely happy for the young master.

It was a significant development, a testament to his charisma and the depth of his character.

However, with this joy came an unexpected wave of pain.

Nevertheless, I chose to ignore that pain.

The young master was clear and prominent in expressing his feelings for me, occasionally reassuring me with the way he looked at me.

His gaze was filled with love and affection, serving as a constant reminder that, despite having a lover now, he wouldn't abandon our connection.

As time passed, the women around the young master multiplied.

The addition of young lady Louise and the complex relationship with Lady Aria only added layers to the already intricate situation, and lady Lilliana who always looked at him with crazed love was something I had to endure.

Each new development seemed to test the strength of my love for the young master.

The pain that twisted in my chest whenever he looked at them with affectionate eyes was a constant, hurtful reminder of the unspoken desires within me.

'I wanted him to look at me that way' a selfish thought echoed in my mind.

I was fully aware of my own greediness. Technically, I was the first to capture the young master's heart, so could I not indulge in a bit of selfishness?

Despite the constant barrage of affectionate gazes directed towards him, I chose to conceal my dissatisfaction from the young master.

Dutifully, I upheld my role as a maid, using my responsibilities as a distraction to shield myself from the lingering pain.

"Yes, I must ignore these emotions for now," I reassured myself. After all, my time would come later.

It was crucial to allow the young master to develop his relationships with the other girls.

The matters of their connections were already complicated enough, and entering the growing storm within them would only add chaos.

I understood the importance of patience. Observing from the sidelines, I allowed the young master to navigate the intricacies of his relationships. It was a delicate dance, and I needed to bide my time before stepping into the fray.

There was a storm brewing among them, and I knew that timing was everything. I had to resist the urge to rush into the chaos, for my moment would come when the storm had subsided, and the path ahead was clear.

Until then, I continued to hide my true feelings and focused on fulfilling my duties, patiently waiting for the right time to make my presence known in the young master's heart once again.

'Yes… I mustn't hurry and be patient… yet why am I doing this?'

In his dimly lit room where the morning sun was just about to enter, a palpable tension hung in the air as our lips danced in a forbidden embrace.

"Mmph!"

"Haah…"

Time seemed to slow, caught between the conflicting desires of patience and urgency that battled within me.

The muffled sound of contemplation escaped my lips in a soft, uncertain hum.

As our tongues entwined, a magnetic force seemed to draw us closer, blurring the lines of reason.

Despite the internal struggle, my hands, almost of their own accord, found their place behind his neck, pulling him in deeper into the kiss.

A cascade of conflicting thoughts flooded my mind.

I knew I should resist, put an end to this forbidden liaison, but the allure was overpowering.

The young master's whispered encouragements echoed in my ears, urging me not to hold back any longer.

In that moment, I found myself apologizing silently to those names that echoed in my conscience – Lady Elena, Aria, Louise, and Lilliana.

It was as if I sought permission from their unseen presence to indulge in this selfish desire.

Confusion gripped me as the boundaries between right and wrong blurred.

My heart raced, a tumultuous symphony that drowned out the young master's words, leaving only the resonating thud of anticipation.

The fevered tempo of my body matched the intensity of the moment, the allure of the young master's striking appearance becoming an irresistible force.

"Yes, I mustn't hurry and be patient" I reminded myself once more, but even then....

"Hnn-mm~" Our tongues intertwined as the young master and I kissed deeply.

I knew I must make him stop, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

Ultimately, my hands never let go as they clasped behind his neck, reinforcing our kiss even deeper.

He told me not to hold back anymore... yes so why should I right?

I already have permission, from the master himself... so a little bit of greediness is ok right?

'I'm truly sorry…'

'Holding myself back... is too much now my ladies...'

My body moved on instinct trying to seduce the man in front of me.

I didn't understand what I was doing in that moment.

My heart raced too fast, making it difficult to grasp the young master's words.

My body was hot, and the young master was undeniably good-looking.

Pluck…!

With plucking noises, he unbuttoned the top of my dress.

I was aware of what was about to happen, and yet, I didn't mind. No, I wanted it to happen.

His eyes, a mix of fascination and desire, lingered on my exposed form.

'Suck it please~'

The young master's adorable expression, slightly dazed and captivated by the sight of my pink mounds, elicited a soft chuckle from deep within.

The atmosphere crackled with a palpable tension as his head descended, his mouth slightly agape, hinting at the imminent connection between our bodies.

The transition was gradual, a slow descent into a realm of heightened sensations.

With a gentle touch and the flick of his tongue, he initiated a delicate dance of intimacy.

"Angh!"

As the young master's lips met my nipples, a gasp, almost involuntary, escaped my lips.

'He's so good~!'

The tender, skillful caresses stirred a lovable moan that echoed in the dimly lit room, a harmonious accompaniment to the unfolding symphony of desire.

The relentless pull of passion overcame any semblance of restraint.

Unable to contain the mounting pleasure, I found myself surrendering to the moment.

"Young master~ no… Adrian, I love you"

The moment I said those words his eyes flickered.

In an instant, before I could fully comprehend the shift in dynamics, he pressed me onto the bed with a force that mirrored the intensity of our shared desires.

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