[Gwen's POV]
After stepping down from the carriage, my mind was still filled with the image of the Young Master's little brother.
I had been touching and tasting it for hours without rest.
There were clearly many things I still needed to learn.
The Young Master had taught me various techniques, and he seemed to take real pleasure whenever I followed his instructions properly.
My hair was now quite messy from how tightly he had gripped it, and my mouth felt a little sore.
Yet seeing the joyful expression on his face made every bit of effort feel worthwhile.
During the long ride, being so close to him for so many hours convinced me of one thing... he truly held no disdain or disgust toward me.
He looked at me as a person, not as some lowly creature.
He met my eyes directly, acknowledged my presence, and even praised me when I did something correctly.
When I made a mistake, he never scolded me.
Instead, he gently guided me and showed me the proper way.
This was a completely new feeling… and I never wanted it to disappear.
Being desired, accepted, and valued by someone as talented and handsome as the Young Master was something I had never experienced before.
After all the suffering and harsh training of the past, I finally felt alive again.
The world that had turned gray after my parents' deaths was slowly gaining color once more, growing more vibrant with every minute I spent by his side.
...Could this be love?
How easy am I… to fall into such feelings on the very first day I met him.
Lost in my thoughts, I noticed a group of villagers approaching.
Their faces twisted with open disgust the moment their eyes landed on me and my comrades.
They quickly hid their expressions once they recognized the crest on the carriage, but I no longer cared.
This kind of reaction was something I had long grown used to.
Besides, the only attention that mattered to me now was the Young Master's.
Those people who looked at us with disgust were nothing more than insignificant insects.
If any of them ever dared to harbor ill intentions toward my Young Master,
I would become the blade that cut them down without hesitation.
I maintained my usual cold and stern expression throughout the conversation with the village chief.
It seemed the Young Master had noticed their disdain as well, and he deliberately punished them a little for looking down on us.
Even though it was only a small gesture, it moved all of us deeply.
A quiet sense of gratitude settled in my chest.
After the village chief led us to our lodging for the night, Captain Gareth suggested that I stay in the same room as the Young Master.
Hearing that arrangement filled me with happiness, and the Young Master didn't seem to mind either.
When his gaze turned toward me, the thought of once again being desired by him made my body grow slightly warm.
Some time later, the village chief returned with food… and a group of beautiful young women, offering them to accompany the Young Master.
My cold expression grew even colder as I stared at those women.
Anxious thoughts raced through my mind.
Were they trying to take my place? Would the Young Master choose them over me because they were more beautiful?
But then… he rejected them.
He still chose me.
Relief and quiet joy spread through my chest.
After we finished eating, it was time to rest.
The Young Master told me to accompany him to the bath.
Having already been taught some basic knowledge expected of a personal attendant, I understood that it was common for nobles to have a favored servant bathe them as a sign of trust and sincerity.
From the way the Young Master looked at me, however… it was clear that tonight would not end with just bathing.
Ah… to be desired is such an intoxicating feeling.
It was as if something long dormant inside me had finally awakened.
The craving to be embraced and wanted grew stronger with every passing moment, turning into a greedy hunger that demanded more. Desire surged through my veins, fierce and insistent.
The allure of being wanted by the Young Master consumed me, transforming into an appetite that only he could satisfy.
Since the Young Master finds this undeserving body desirable…
I will gladly use it to bring him happiness.