Chapter 9: I Have a Maid Fetish
Loseweisse hadn’t intended to go this far. She loathed Qin Chu, but his rejection, his choice of Angelica over her, had ignited a competitive fire within her. She would win him back, she would prove that she was the most desirable woman in the Heavenly Continent!
She glanced at Angelica, the maid’s face pale and lifeless, her golden eyes devoid of hope.
A surge of sadistic satisfaction coursed through Loseweisse. This was even more exhilarating than her usual torments, her carefully orchestrated humiliations.
Qin Chu, watching her performance, felt a thrill of his own, a dark, vengeful pleasure.
In his previous life, he had worshipped her, showering her with affection, only to be met with lukewarm indifference and, ultimately, a brutal betrayal.
This time, he would be the one in control. He would break her, strip her of everything she held dear.
He pushed down the urge to laugh, his expression shifting to one of concern as he turned to Angelica, his gaze making her tremble.
Please, don’t look at me like that, she thought, her slender shoulders shaking, her face a mask of barely suppressed anguish.
“Is this true?” Qin Chu asked after a moment, his voice carefully neutral.
Loseweisse nodded eagerly. “If you have any doubts, Hero, you can ask His Holiness himself.”
Pope Augustus, his expression grave, confirmed her story. “It’s true, Hero. During the Holy Maiden selection process, there were four candidates. Loseweisse and Angelica were the most promising, the clear favorites.”
“But Angelica, consumed by ambition, resorted to dark magic, cursing her rivals. Two of them died. Loseweisse only survived because we discovered the curse in time.”
Angelica wanted to scream. Was she an idiot? To curse all three rivals and leave herself unscathed? It was practically an invitation for suspicion, a blatant confession of guilt.
If she had truly wanted to eliminate her competition, she would have cursed herself and two others, pointing the finger at Loseweisse.
But she remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor. She knew that any protest, any attempt to defend herself, would be futile. No one would believe her.
The Hero, having learned of her wickedness, would surely recoil in disgust, just like everyone else. Who would willingly associate with such a vile creature?
A wave of despair washed over her, leaving her feeling empty and defeated.
“Hero,” Pope Augustus continued, his voice dripping with feigned concern. “Angelica is a sinner, a lowly maid. She is unworthy of you. This union would bring shame upon your name.”
“I urge you to reconsider. Choose a woman of suitable status and character.” He paused, his gaze shifting to Loseweisse. “Lady Loseweisse is the Holy Maiden, a woman of noble birth and impeccable virtue. She is a perfect match for you. And if she were to be by your side, we would all rest assured, knowing that you are in good hands.”
Loseweisse, a paragon of virtue?
Qin Chu had already experienced her “kindness” firsthand.
All eyes were on him, the tension in the room palpable. Though the final decision hadn’t been made, it was clear to everyone that Loseweisse had already won.
No one in their right mind would choose Angelica, not after learning of her treacherous past.
Loseweisse straightened her back, her eyes shining with triumph, her hand pressed to her heart as if overwhelmed by the depth of her affection for the Hero.
If Qin Chu hadn’t already known her true nature, he might have been fooled by her performance.
After a moment of contemplation, he turned to face her.
This is it, Loseweisse thought, her cheeks flushing with anticipation. She glanced at Angelica, a smug smile playing on her lips. The pathetic maid was no match for her. Despite the unexpected detour, the Hero had chosen her, proving once again that she was the most desirable woman in the land.
She couldn’t refuse his proposal now. She would accept his love, but postpone any talk of marriage or intimacy.
“Loseweisse…” Qin Chu began, his voice soft and hesitant.
“Yes, my love?” she replied, her voice a breathy whisper.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his gaze shifting to Angelica. “But I think I prefer her.”
“Yes, I accept… wait…” Loseweisse’s carefully rehearsed response died on her lips.
She lifted her head, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Qin Chu was looking at Angelica, his hand once again clasped around the maid’s. “Beautiful lady,” he said, his voice firm and resolute. “For the third time, will you marry me?”
The room erupted in gasps and murmurs.
The gazes directed at Loseweisse were now filled with a mixture of pity and amusement.
“Wow, she got dumped. That’s gotta hurt.”
“The Holy Maiden, outdone by a maid. Who would have thought?”
“That little minx! She’s been hogging Jie Luo for years, blocking every attempt I made to… I mean… to get to know him better. Serves her right.”
The men might be oblivious, but the noblewomen, seasoned veterans of the social battlefield, saw right through Loseweisse’s charade. The Holy Maiden had practically thrown herself at the Hero, abandoning all pretense of decorum, only to be rejected.
How pathetic.
Loseweisse trembled, her humiliation amplified by the weight of countless judging eyes.
The whispers, the stifled laughter, felt like a thousand tiny daggers piercing her heart.
Her hatred for Qin Chu, for Angelica, for everyone in that room, burned with a white-hot intensity.
He had chosen a maid over her! He had humiliated her, rejected her, not once, but twice!
She would have her revenge. She would make him pay for this transgression.
Pope Augustus, his plans crumbling around him, frowned. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He had hoped to use Loseweisse to control the Hero, to secure the Church’s position of power.
Angelica, stripped of her status, branded a heretic, would be much harder to manipulate.
“Hero,” he began, his voice laced with disapproval. “Perhaps you should…”
Emperor Wadsworth, however, cut him off, his booming laughter filling the room. “The Hero has made his choice!” he declared, clapping Qin Chu on the back once again. “And I, Wadsworth, approve of this union! Though I must confess, I was hoping you might choose my daughter… hahaha!” He turned to Pope Augustus, his smile widening. “You can’t force love, old friend. Lady Loseweisse is a fine woman, but we must respect the Hero’s decision.”
Though they presented a united front, the three leaders were engaged in a constant power struggle, each vying for control of the Hero.
Neither the Emperor’s daughters nor the nuns from the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess could compete with Loseweisse’s allure. The previous Hero, Jie Luo, had been utterly smitten with her, his infatuation bolstering the Holy See’s influence.
Qin Chu’s choice of Angelica, though unexpected, was a victory for both the Emperor and the High Priestess.
They wouldn’t allow Pope Augustus to interfere.
“Angelica might be a sinner,” Saint Monique chimed in, her voice sweet and deceptively innocent. “But I’m sure the Hero can guide her back to the path of righteousness. It’s a beautiful story, a testament to the power of redemption. Why would we stand in the way of such a noble endeavor?” She paused, her gaze shifting to Angelica. “But of course, the final decision rests with the lady herself.”
Qin Chu turned to Angelica, his smile warm and reassuring, waiting for her answer.
Angelica trembled, her heart pounding in her chest. He had chosen her, despite knowing her past, despite the rumors, the accusations. A warmth, unfamiliar and comforting, spread through her body.
She had yearned for freedom, for escape from Loseweisse’s clutches. But now, faced with this unexpected opportunity, she hesitated. Was she worthy of such happiness?
“I… I…” she stammered, her voice barely audible. “I’m not worthy of you, Hero.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I’m a sinner.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m just a lowly maid.”
“Excellent!” Qin Chu exclaimed, his eyes shining with genuine excitement. “I have a maid fetish.”
The room gasped.
The Hero, bold and unconventional, had just declared his unusual preference for all to hear.
Well, that explained it, the noblewomen thought, their minds already racing, picturing themselves in frilly maid outfits.
Angelica’s emerald green hair swayed as she trembled, her golden eyes brimming with tears. After a moment, she took a deep breath, lifting her chin, a radiant smile blooming on her face.
“Thank you, Hero, for your… kindness. But… I can’t… I’m not worthy of your love. You deserve someone better, someone… pure.” She paused, her gaze meeting his. “But… if you’ll have me… I would be honored to serve you as your personal maid. For the rest of my life.”
A personal maid, huh?
Not bad.
The word “personal” was the key here.
Emperor Wadsworth, his booming laughter filling the room, congratulated Qin Chu on securing such a… devoted companion. The other nobles followed suit, offering their blessings and well wishes.
Only Loseweisse remained silent, her slender frame trembling with barely suppressed rage as she watched Qin Chu and Angelica from the shadows.
Her golden eyes, usually so bright and cheerful, had darkened, taking on a reddish hue.
This was supposed to be her moment, her triumph. But Angelica, that wretched creature, had stolen her glory.
She wanted them dead. All of them.
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