Chapter 6: House Ruxnard  

It was early in the morning…. With a yawn, Perl woke up from her queen size bed, her body only covered by the white rosy sheets. With the smell of roses lingering from its cloth. Hesitantly she let the sheet go, allowing the cold air of the morning to trace her pale skin. Letting her lavish room see her naked, from her charming but strict face to her voluptuous chest and not to mention her wobbling buttocks, all was out in the open to see the masterpiece she was.

Looking at the clock, she woke up at the right time, as it was just four o'clock in the morning. Jiggling her arse with every step, she went for her bath, the warm water with roses waiting for her.

It was four-thirty, she already wore her maid outfit, her skirt coming all the way to the legs. She wore her boring but clean-looking Tupperware of the maid outfit. Putting on some make-up to lower her deadly charms.

Yes, the position of the head maid for the Ruxnard family was a lucrative job, but it also had its dangers. First rule, not just for her, but all beautiful women working within the mansion.

Don't be attractive before the male family members of the family, especially the head. Some may think it would only be more advantageous but no, even the servants of the sewers know, how pitiful it was to even be a wife, not to mention their concubines.

The job already gave, exclusive amount of money, be happy with that.

The second rule, don't make the mistress of the Ruxnard family a tiny bit jealous, mostly for the many maids and even for the wives of the lower heads like the many elders.

If she hears a word that intrigued her jealousy. The person will not live to see the morning the next day. Some say, she would be forever tortured within the dungeons below the mansion which only she had access to.

The third rule, Never, meaning never, look eye to eye towards any family member until they demand so.

And the other rule is to just do your job with elegance and perfection. From handling their business companies to cleaning their toenails, it should be done with zero faults as there were no next chances.

"…and so, my dear slave boy. I want you to break most of the rules. Well, you are ugly, so I can't make you do the former but. You will take the wrath from Lady Tanya from day one, Let's see how you handle her problematic children…." She said, signing a document of orders.

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After A week....

"Have a good night, Miss Lance," Perl said, giving a small bow to the elder's cousin.

Thud!

With the door shut, and the end of her daily duties coming to pass, her mood still wasn't like that of a tired worker, but her eyes turned to anger right away, walking past the huge hallway.

She kept walking on the red carpet, her mind lost in many thoughts. she knew he had changed, she knew, the boy was no longer the same person, and with his change, she threw him to the dog eat dog world within the mansion.

"….but, what is happening? He….He.."

Gnashing her teeth, she didn't realize until the glass on her hand shattered from her grip alone, surprising the many maids and butlers, cleaning and deeming the lights.

"what are you all watching!? Clean this mess!" she bellowed to the servants.

she ordered the many servants, to nip the lights down, letting only a faint light pass through the glass lights.

On some occasions, the servants would talk with the head, but gazing at her eyes full of wrath and her shout just now. They didn't dare to even squeak before her. Only bowing towards her as she passed through them like they didn't exist before her eyes.

"What happened?" asked a male servant. As he could only see the shadow of the head far away.

The girl looked in the same direction, assuring herself that she was finally gone. "…..you don't know? It's about the new slave?"

"huh…the silver-haired one? What about him? Everyone says he changed, and I also agree on a bit as he used to be useless trash but, why is the head maid so angry for him." The butler whispered.

The maid couldn't help but put her finger on the man's lips, her eyes serious like an eagle.

"shuuussh…..don't even let your echo reach Madame Perl. That is the reason, you idiot, she is trying to play with him like usual, gathering all the servants to bully him and force accidents, giving him impossible jobs….but.."

"but…?" he questioned.

"….like you said, he changed, undertaking every job with excellence, did you know? He even tamed the children of Lady Tanya?" she said, her whisper turning high in speech.

The man couldn't help but open his mouth wide. Hearing about her devil-like children. The very children whom no one could handle, as anyone who was appointed to that job, would be fired right after. Even he himself used his many connections to be far away from that job as much as possible.

"He...He tamed…not took care but tamed them?" the man again asked in disbelief.

The woman only nodded. Giving him the assurance. For them, it was a breath of relief that they would never have to take on that job but for the ones pulling the strings. It was indeed not so good.

"If that's the case….I hope the slave stays. There are many impossible jobs, for a talented boy like him." The man said, churning his little beard. He was also one of many who bullied the boy before but why try to get rid of something, when it's more beneficial for them to have.

"let's just pray to the emperor god that this would continue…" he said, crossing his arm on his chest.

"yeah….me too.." she said with a smile.

After their prayer, He didn't know if he should ask any further, as they nipped down the last light. so…Eli?" He asked, a bit hesitant.

Eli, who was already walking towards her room, looked back at him, as she was in a hurry. "...yes Alex?

Watching her in such a rush, he could only reason that she was indeed tired like he was, but he wanted to ask her out for many months but couldn't find the right timing in this hectic and busy mansion.

'I will ask next time.' He thought. "…..nothing, good night." He said, his face a bit red.

She only gave a kind but cute smile, giving a bow as she hurried back towards her room. Alex would also go to his room but a couple of seconds, looking at her swaying buttocks couldn't cause any harm?

He could have as many women he liked out of the Ruxnard villa. As many women would crave for him, knowing what his job was, but, he was already bored of normal women. As he started looking dirty at his own co-workers.

One thing about the job was, the women here were exceptionally beautiful and competent. Even the head maid, if she wasn't psychotic snake like he heard, he was ready to be her slave for many months, just to glance at her real beauty behind the makeup.

"oh, how good it would feel, to even touch a single angel here…" he imaged, walking back to his room.

As the walking hall was now empty, only the soft shade of light, harvested the hallway. Eli's head popped out from the corner, looking if the pervert was now gone. She knew the habit of the butler, and even felt disgusted to a degree, eyeing her in such a way but what could she do.

As they worked together out of the villa on many business occasions. She would meet him many times without her drowsing makeup. And being such a beauty, she was already used to such glares.

"huh…men will always be men." She said, walking opposite of the women's servant section. Her steps were light, not making a single drop of sound.

Reaching her destination, closing near a door, she again looked in all the directions. Trying to be cautious as possible.

Knock! Knock!

With the knock, The door unlocked itself, giving the maid her access. Maybe because of the secrecy or just thinking what was going to happen next, her heartbeat was rising to a high degree, as she gulped, placing her hand on the handle.

"Come in…" said a deep but seductive voice. Which she was plenty familiar with.

Listening to the voice, Her cheeks turned red, as she could resist no longer, entering the room right away like her whole being thirsted for what lay within.

Thud!

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Lady Tanya's apartment.

Ding! Dong!

"who is it now, so early in the morning?" Lady Tanya commented. Drinking her morning coffee. Her eyes, looked heavy as always as she glared at the mirror, gazing at her freckling skin and many bits of white hair, sprouting before her hairline.

"Come on, do it quickly. I don't have much time!" she shouted to the maid, frustrated from her slow hands.

"y..yes my lady." She replied, quickening her pace. She felt a bit irritated but who was she to question her, as the person before her was none other than one of the five elders of the Ruxnard family.

Hired because of her hairstyling skills. She was the best of the best. But for the middle-aged women before her. It was still not enough. Even though she was lining her hair with speed and perfection, she would still find mistakes in her craft.

"….its done," she said, backing right away.

"took you long enough…." Lady Tanya commented. Standing up from the chair, her right hand still on the mug.

She was tall, taller than the hairdresser, reaching five foot eleven. And with her thick figure, which showed her volume in the precise areas. She truly looked stunning, but like every living being, she also couldn't escape the touch of time, reaching a hundred and forty years.

She had done everything she could to look young but her hair and the small wrinkles started showing. Even using the many miracle products and the well-crafted hands of the best makeup artist. She was no longer able to hide it.

"….i am getting old, aren't I?" she said to herself, looking at the mirror. "…or the stress of my children are reaching my head."

Ding! Dong!

Listening to the doorbell ring once more, she lost her fickle temper right away. "Jessica! Who the fuck is ringing the doorbell! and why in god's name, no one answered it yet? " she asked, throwing her mug of coffee on the wall.

Smash!

The mug had flown right by the maid's face, her eyes opened wide in fear, as the hot cup of coffee would have burned her face. "ye..yes, my lady." The maid quickly said. Walking out of the room right away.

"haaa..." with a sigh, she again sat down, trying to control her temper. "what a waste of good coffee." She said with a groan.

After a minute or so, the steps of the one who had disturbed her had reached her ears, she was going to lament the person so much that the person would grovel beneath her foot. Asking for forgiveness like the peasant he or she was.

She slowly turned her chair, to look who had dared to ring her doorbell. But her eyes of hatred turned soft right after. As the person's silver hair and blue eyes came into her view.

"oh, boyya!" she called out in joy.