Chapter 8 – Isabel (1)

3 signs of love.

Tell me you love me

Kiss me gently.

And treat me warmly.

Maybe this signal from love guidebooks or wives’ chatter wasn’t fantasy? Wasn’t it true that all wives were beaten equally and treated equally miserably by their husbands, but were they bluffing at tea parties to build their ego?

It’s been a concern I’ve always had from the time my husband slapped me on the cheek for the first time. He was interested in my appearance, but he seemed to have no interest in me as a person.

He was more interested in my heart than the scars on my face, and spent more time stretching my thighs and urging my family to do something for me than whispering love to me.

It was a long time ago that the family did not contact me. It was because the man who married her first sister was a relative of the warrior. An official who was sent down for bribery was worthless than a relative of a warrior. The letters that I used to send occasionally disappeared, and the living expenses that I used to send regularly every month were cut off.

When money is cut off, people become more violent. Thinking he had no ties to him now, he spent his time beating me, attacking me, running around and drinking. Sometimes I got bruises on my face. He hit me with a belt and punched me occasionally.

Every time I was beaten with a fist, I would recall the memories of the days when I was called Lady.

[Since the lady is very pretty, I will meet a good man.]

Lie.

[They say he is a promising official in the capital. He said he would be nice to a lady and he’s a nice guy even though he’s a little older.]

Lie.

It was all lies. Even when I married a man much older than me, I thought it was for my family. Even when he beat me, I endured it for the sake of my family. Thinking that one day someone will rescue me.

[You are so pretty, my lady! Oh I envy you I want to get married to a house like that too!]

Lie.

I worked really hard. I held back my anger and believed that good days would surely come. However, since I went to the countryside and faced the fact that I had been abandoned by my family, nothing boiled in my heart. I didn’t even know if I had given up.

I didn’t even know that I had guessed that there was no heart-throbbing love story in the world.

In the end, everything is someone else’s business.

Even if the hero saved the world, even if the demon king died, even if he prayed to God, nothing would change. All the glory is someone else’s, and the misfortune has always been by my side.

And then, Evan appeared to me.

Evan. A gentle child with tangled brown hair and blinking blue eyes. Looking at that child reminded me of a sheep. A gentle sheep that only grazes grass even if you stroke his head.

A slave who was his stress reliever just like me and who was beaten more severely than I was.

I felt sorry for Evan being beaten in my place, but I was glad in my heart. After all, isn’t that misfortune someone else’s? Rejoicing in the happiness of others does not make me happy, but intervening in the misfortune of others makes me unhappy too.

So she might have been more thoroughly ignoring Evan.

If you tell me not to hit Evan, he will hit me.

If I get caught for taking care of Evan, he’ll beat me up, asking if I’m having sex with a slave now.

I never thought Evan was pathetic. Because he and I had the same long life.

Do you know what a long life is?

My life was so thoroughly tailored to him that I was like a tame slave. What is the difference between the life of Evan, who is still begging for daily bread despite being beaten, and the life of Evan, who has been beaten and ignored everything, saying that the life of a mistress who is beaten is lower than the life of a poor man on the street?

They were equally miserable, doomed to die in the same bondage of misfortune.

One day, when he takes a sharper weapon, when he wants to do more sadistic things, when he feels worse, or when he has a desk edge where he falls, I will die.

I always only imagined life after death, but I never drew life after liberation.

The child

Until Evan kisses me and whispers life

I was just a corpse.

“I will protect you.”

So that day.

On the day everything changed, I encountered the three signs of love for the first time. A voice whispering that he would protect me. The soft tongue teasing that kissed me. And eyes suggestive of love.

My heart raced. Evan kept injecting lewd things that he despised into me. He touched my breasts, intertwined his tongue deep in my mouth, and tapped my sensitive parts with his fingers.

It was a vulgar and unmatched desire, but I liked it.

When Evan kisses me, my husband always goes to bed hypnotized. The three annoying and noisy servants had become as quiet as dead.

Since Evan suddenly used his strange powers, a really quiet peace came to the mansion.

A husband who falls asleep regularly and a kiss with a slave in front of such a husband.

The stimulating situation, enough to get wet with just the sentence, continued to make me dizzy. The hand that had been kneading her breasts grabbed her hips before she knew it, and pressed her knees down between her legs before she knew it, or ran her fingers over and over again, making me anxious.

From some point on, I knew that I couldn’t be satisfied with just one kiss. Something deeper and hotter. I wanted something more vulgar and lewd.

I wanted my lower body to be heated and stirred. She wanted him to hug me anew in the place where he had run over me and make me Evan’s woman.

Slaves didn’t matter. The stigma of a slave did not suit the person who saved me. From the moment I entered this mansion, my life was as good as dead. If he has breathed new life into my life, shouldn’t I also give him everything I have?

It was because of Elena that I hadn’t aggressively attacked Evan until now.

Elena. A kind child who always prayed that I would not lose my dignity as a noble mistress. She was always devoted to me, but in the end, she was a weak child who couldn’t stop his violence.

I didn’t want to be shown having sex with a slave in front of the child. Because that child was a maid from a noble family. The moment a human who has been protected as a lofty mistress realizes that he has fallen irreversibly, how desperate will that child be?

I didn’t want to see Elena sad.

I didn’t want to see that modest child get a more shock than now.

Okay.

Hadn’t

One day when the mansion was quiet.

Until I, who was looking for lovely Elena, met her through her bathroom door.

I believed that he had been living a really virtuous and strong life for me.

Now I’m sitting in my room, rocking my chair, reminiscing about that time.

It was probably not long after lunch. Wanting to drink her tea, I looked for Elena everywhere she might be, from her room to the kitchen. Finding her nowhere to be found in her mansion, the last place she arrived was her bathroom.

Slap, slap, slap.

I called her name at the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

“Elena.”

“Ugh! Oh, ok… ! Ma, madam?”

Elena.

You pretended to be nothing at the time, but I was looking at your clothes neatly folded on the bathroom floor and Evan’s clothes thrown roughly next to it.

Even you, who pretended to be so lofty and to protect the family, ended up being just a lecherous woman with a man. The image of him trying to keep his dignity while keeping his distance from slaves was only acting in the end. While I was contemplating the dignity and modesty of an aristocratic woman, you were wearing a mask and having fun with Evan.

So, I guess I was a little bit annoyed.

“Elena. What are you doing?”

“Ah… ! That, so… ! Oops… ! Hey, clean up… ! Was on… Ah… ! Uh… !”

“You were cleaning. You must be busy, can I help you?”

I grabbed the doorknob then, but had no intention of opening the door.

But you made a loud noise as if you were afraid that I would really open the door.

“Oh no! Lady! Ah yes… ! Hehe… !”

Hearing her hum, hearing her moans, did she really think I wouldn’t notice?

“Okay. Okay. Then I’ll go.”

I just said that and didn’t move. But you really thought I was gone and started having sex with Evan, relieved.

“Ah! Oops! Whoops! Haang! Yes!”

A splash of water rang out.

“If the madam hears, ah… ! How to… ! Hehe… ! Oh… !”

Slap slap

“Because you’re good too, it’s not like this.”

Slap slap

“Ah! Ah! Hey, don’t poke me there… !”

Slap slap

“Ah… ! Aaaaa! Aaaaa… !”

The sound of being submerged in water. I blushed and resisted the urge to open the bathroom door.

And now, I was rocking the chair in the room and thinking lewd thoughts.

This time, Elena and you are leaving the mansion to shop at the market, and Evan is guarding the mansion with me. I was making a plan that could not be done without this time.

Like Elena, I wanted to cross the line and indulge in pleasure.

I wanted to taste the happiness of being embraced by the person I love the most.

So I opened the door and called Evan’s name.

“Evan.”

Evan You walked out from downstairs, smiling as if you knew what I was going to say. I said this in a haughty tone with a blushing face.

“Come up to your room.”