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The Concubine's Servant
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You dressed as a Concubine Maid, having watched too many dramas about chasing after a beloved, wanting to be the only one in the young master's heart. You climbed onto the young master's bed, guiding him along.
The inexperienced youth was trying out romance for the first time; it was all very new to him. You took his lingering affection for you as a sign of his love today, tomorrow, and for three full days.
By the fourth day, before you could feign restraint and tell him to hold back, another Maid climbed into bed. Since you were both serving maids, if you could climb in, so could others.
In the inner room and outer room, separated by a thin wall and a curtain, the laughter of young boys and girls turned into soft whispers and gasps, followed by some words that would make anyone blush.
You listened intently but could neither stop it nor leave. This was not your era; the young master was the master, and whatever he wanted to do was beyond your control.
You couldn't wait until the noble lady made her appearance to compare yourself with her, nor could you wait until you could run away with him to make him realize his true feelings for you. Instead, you lost out to another Girl.
You were delicate and soft; she was fair and plump—each had her own beauty. Right now, she had the advantage of being fresh; in the future, there would be others even fresher than her. You would not be the only one; there was nothing special about you. As time passed, you would lose all your appeal.
No matter the era, people love novelty, don't they? Especially someone like the young master; he had choices and many options to choose from.
You spent a sleepless night adjusting yourself and continued to serve your master as usual on the second and third days. However, when he occasionally touched your small hand, you no longer rushed to please him.
After all, he could play with all the beautiful Girls in this courtyard; if you didn't give in, he wouldn't be angry. One day he pulled a Girl into his room for some daytime indulgence while you found a legitimate reason to visit Madam.
After finishing your business there, you mentioned that the young master had recently matured but still lacked restraint. Madam raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze sharp.
You thoughtfully suggested that perhaps once the young master got past this phase of novelty, he would settle down to study. But Madam became angry.
"A youth who lacks restraint will suffer when he grows old! How can we let him do as he pleases?"
She called for her maid Wang to go to the young master's room and see which seductive women were causing trouble, making a good man neglect his studies and spend all day lounging around with women.
You knelt in fear, saying it was your fault, repeatedly bowing your head. You dared not look at the lady's expression, but you knew that from that day on, any girl with a bit of beauty in the young master's room was sold off. The ones left were either ugly or frail.
You were made to look like a celestial being in comparison, and since the lady thought you were an honest child, you were only allowed to serve the young master closely. Now, you were the only one left for him.
You helped him bathe, but he grabbed your soft hand and rubbed it against himself. He begged you to keep him company tonight for some amusement. You pulled your hand back and said that the lady forbade servants from seducing their masters and that the young master should focus on his studies.
After that day when Wang caught him being intimate with a girl, the young master became distant for a long time. Having never experienced such things before, after indulging in them, he abruptly stopped; his desire for women reached unprecedented heights. Your rejection became a catalyst; the youthful blood surged within him as he pulled you into his embrace.
This time you learned your lesson, allowing him just a taste and quickly withdrawing before he could get too carried away. The young master couldn't bear to be without you; he had to coax you. He thought of you when there were delicious foods or fun activities, and he diligently followed your requests to study.
Everyone in the household knew you were the favored girl in front of the young master and treated you with respect. When the lady asked about the tutor's assessment of the young master's studies, she received the answers she wanted and was very pleased with you.
For a moment, you felt no different from the primary wife. However, one day, after the young master went out to a brothel with his cousins, he opened up to a new world.
Men can overindulge or feel unsatisfied; both are troublesome. You furrowed your brow and spent a little money to have a familiar servant inform the master about this matter. The young master was punished by his father and confined.
When you went to see him, you found him biting his lip in tears—not out of remorse but out of hatred for his lack of freedom.
He said he wanted to become capable, to establish his own household, to be surrounded by a virtuous wife and beautiful concubines, and to have the freedom to come and go as he pleased, wanting to visit a brothel whenever he wanted!
You couldn't help but chuckle at that.
You laughed at his childishness; while other men aspired to great achievements, he sought independence and freedom merely for the sake of a virtuous wife and beautiful concubines, and to visit brothels.
But as you laughed, your heart grew cold.
Your dream was to be such a man's primary wife.
What was even more ridiculous was that you had worked hard for it, yet it remained out of reach.
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