Daydreamers

Ethan's head throbbed violently as he opened his eyes, his vision hazy and unfocused. A dull ringing filled his ears, drowning out his thoughts.

"What’s happening…?" he thought, his mind sluggish, struggling to catch up with reality. One moment, he was asleep—or at least, he thought he was—and the next, searing pain forced him awake.

His vision swam, shapes blurring together in a disorienting mess. But then, muffled noises filtered through the haze—frantic, panicked sounds. Someone was trying to scream, their voice smothered, choked by something.

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

As his sight gradually sharpened, Ethan's breath hitched.

He was on all fours, looming over someone. A girl.

Her body twisted and writhed beneath him, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was gagged, muffling her cries. Her wide brown eyes, brimming with fear and fury, glared up at him.

Ethan's body locked in place, his blood running cold.

"What the…?" His mind reeled, thoughts slamming into each other in chaotic disarray. "What kind of bizarre dream is this?"

Panic clawed at his chest. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as he scrambled backward, only to realize his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, like they didn’t belong to him.

"Is this… is this some kind of twisted fantasy I never knew I had?" A sickening thought slithered through his mind, making his stomach churn.

The girl's frantic squirming slowed for a moment, her gaze flickering with confusion as she took in his expression—his trembling hands, his wide, horrified eyes. But the fear returned just as quickly. She struggled harder, her body arching, her muffled screams rising in pitch.

Ethan wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but before he could force out a word, a glowing blue window materialized before his eyes.

His breath caught.

A translucent, hovering screen?

"What…?"

Lines of glowing text scrolled across its surface.


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[System Activated…]
[Host Confirmed.]
[Simulating Previous Data…]


Ethan awakens in a mysterious world, shackled by a curse that clouds his judgment and drives him toward choices he never wished to make. Burdened by guilt and responsibility, he must navigate the fallout of his actions while unraveling the truth behind the curse—and his place in this enigmatic new reality.

Blessed to be the Villain

Janifer folded the sheets of Ethan's bed, her fingers working mechanically while her mind drifted elsewhere.

Her thoughts were tangled with emotions—confusion, frustration, sadness. Last night, her husband had treated her coldly again. Even though she was angry, he was still her love.

"Maybe I should forgive him," she tried to convince herself. "He's only thinking about our family… our future."

She had heard it before—married couples fought. It was normal. Love didn't always last forever, did it? After years together, it was only natural for passion to fade.

But as that thought settled, a deeper, colder fear crept into her mind.

"Is that why… he's not attracted to me anymore?"

A lump formed in her throat. Her hands tightened around the fabric. Was she no longer beautiful enough for him?

The thought clawed at her, making her breath shallow. Doubt and insecurity wrapped around her like chains. She didn't want to dwell on it, but the questions haunted her like vengeful spirits.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the young man standing behind her.

He stood there, silently watching her, his crimson gaze lingering on the curve of her waist, the softness of her figure.

Then, a husky whisper brushed against her ear.

A violent shiver ran through her body, her heart leaping into her throat. Her eyes widened, and in a panic, she spun around—only to freeze once more.

A towel hung loosely around his waist, barely secured. Droplets of water trickled down his toned chest, disappearing into the fabric. His silver-white hair was still damp, a few strands sticking to his forehead.

But what truly held her captive was his gaze—those deep, crimson eyes, locked onto her with a predatory intensity.

His lips curled into a smirk, one full of mischief, amusement… and something else.

Janifer's breath caught in her throat. Him. The young noble her husband had warned her about. The one whose room she had come to clean.

Instinctively, she took a step back—too close.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she landed on the mattress, her body slightly bouncing against the plush sheets.

Ethan tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "Oh my… someone's eager to be in my bed, is she?"

"T-this…!" He was teasing her. Playing with her.

Heart racing, she tried to push herself up, desperate to escape this embarrassing position—but before she could…

Effortlessly, he climbed onto the bed.

His knee pressed between her thighs, caging her in. His hands planted firmly on the mattress, trapping her beneath him.

She could feel the heat radiating from his skin. The scent of fresh water and something distinctly male surrounded her.

Her breathing turned erratic as her body betrayed her, reacting to his presence in ways she couldn't control.

What is he doing? What does he want?!

Swallowing hard, she stammered, "W-what… what are you doing, young master…?"

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in.

Janifer instinctively shrank back, but the bed beneath her offered no escape.

She could feel his breath against her skin—warm, teasing. Dangerous.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her mind screamed at her to move, to push him away, to stop this before it escalated—

His lips hovered near her ear, so agonizingly close that she could feel the heat of each word as he whispered:

"What I'm doing isn't important…"

A wicked smile curled at the edge of his lips.

"What's important is… what do you want me to do?"

{Sorry guys don't have enough time to write a full chapter so just a Half chapter for now,

{Half chapter} Janifer the maid 2