Chapter 27 So-called Pampered I hate it when he kisses my lips, but he…
He started spending a lot of time with me.
He hugged and kissed me in public, and without any hesitation put his hand inside my robe, but actually did nothing, just pretended to move his fingers.
But to outsiders, it just looks like bold flirting.
He would occasionally tiptoe and kiss my neck, his soft fingers gliding skillfully over my collarbone... When I panicked and tried to pull away, he would gently pull my collar back, drawing me close to him until our noses touched, our breaths mingling and wafting to our lips...
Sometimes he would deliberately step on the back of my foot, hook his arm around my neck, and unexpectedly give me hickeys. I would complain incessantly, while he would laugh slyly.
Having grown up in the palace, he was well-versed in the ways mistresses seduced men, and he imitated them with unparalleled skill.
I, on the other hand, was in trouble. When he gnawed at my fingers like a rat, it was common for me to get goosebumps and break out in a sweat. After all, it was "me" biting me; if it were a handsome guy, it might have been a different story.
When I privately criticized him, he laughed and said, "If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way."
Actually, I can tolerate these things, but what I can't tolerate the most is his lifestyle.
It wasn't until he moved into my room that I truly experienced what it meant to be demanding.
For example, his maintenance routine.
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing he wants me to do is take a shower, and then use body oil to moisturize my whole body, not even my hair, making sure every strand is smooth and shiny.
My personal beauty attendant would personally groom my face, leaving no hair untouched, from my eyebrows to my beard. She would also apply a rose cream brought from the capital, which was soft, moist, and melted into my skin, leaving an exceptionally comfortable and matte finish.
The nail trimming is meticulous, leaving no corner untouched, and buffing it until it is smooth, glossy, and crystal clear.
There were also three maids who were in charge of combing my hair. Some were squatting, some were kneeling, and some were standing. They combed my long hair until it was smooth and silky, flowing down like a waterfall, radiating a captivating glow even when it wasn't in the sun.
As for clothes, I don't need maids. This super-beautiful man will choose them for me personally, and he doesn't even trust professional maids who choose clothes.
When I stood in front of the long mirror, my face filled with amazement, I was almost mesmerized by my own beauty.
Wow, she's so beautiful!
To put it simply, it's so beautiful it's beyond words.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that a group of kings, princes, and leaders fought tooth and nail to the death, even waging a ten-year war.
Absolutely stunning! Absolutely breathtaking!
The maids who came in to serve me were so infatuated with me that they were completely mesmerized, their eyes were glazed over, their fingers were trembling, and their bodies were swaying so much that they could hardly do their jobs properly.
Then look at the other "me," who doesn't even look at me, coldly combing her hair in front of the mirror.
They still looked down on me.
He and I participated in the same skincare routine, except that he had to do everything himself except for having a maid apply essential oils to his entire body.
After the maids left, he combed his hair and said with regret, "Your aura is much weaker than mine used to be; you have no soul in your appearance."
I didn't say anything.
As dawn broke, I changed into a shimmering silver robe and led my meticulously dressed mistress into the council chamber. After everyone was initially stunned by my beauty, their gazes turned to the mistress, revealing expressions of displeasure.
This mistress is absolutely outrageous! She's not that good-looking, yet she seduces the lord into having "partying" with her every night, and she even dares to be so audacious as to allow the lord to be "incompetent and tyrannical" and grant her entry into the council hall.
Now she's lying in the lord's arms like a Persian cat, playing with his long hair, stealing kisses on his lips, openly proclaiming her status.
Absolutely shameless!
Actually, I really hated this "Persian cat" kissing my lips, but he said they were his lips and he had the right to decide whether or not to kiss me. I said they were my lips now, and he said he needed to show how pampered his mistress was, so he couldn't refuse to kiss me.
He said, "From now on, you must show me as much as possible how much you spoil me before I can participate in politics."
I said, "What's it to me?"
He said, "Then I'll expose you directly, and your two companions will go with you."
I:"……"
Now he must be the most favored mistress in order to openly enter and leave the lord's place, that is, the center of power.
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