I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 21 Part 5

Eve gestured frantically for Castel to leave, then led Edward to the first-floor drawing room connected to the foyer. There was a small side room with a lock on the door. It had originally been a small open space connected to the drawing room, but she had added a door, turning it into a separate, enclosed room.

Eve unlocked the door with a small key and knocked.

“Basca?”

She called out to him before opening the door and slowly stepped inside. Basilio’s gleaming red eyes met hers the moment she opened the door. It seemed he had been awake and watching the door.

Seemingly relieved to hear her familiar voice, he slowly got up and approached her. The sound of metal clanking against metal resonated with every step he took, his movements restricted by the sturdy leather collar and the long chain attached to it.

Initially, when he had regained his senses, Basilio had been violent, lashing out and attempting to harm himself, desperate to end his life. However, as time pa$sed, he had resigned himself to his fate, spending most of his days lying motionless in his designated spot, sleeping.

Perhaps he had decided that being lost in a haze of insanity was preferable. The maids had reported that his episodes of lucidity were becoming less frequent. Eve, finding it easier to manage him this way, had simply smiled and said, “Good,” upon hearing their report.

Assuming he was in his ?dog? state today, Eve reached out towards Basilio, who was limping towards her.

“Come here.”

A low growl, almost a beastly whimper, rumbled in his throat as he eyed the stranger standing behind her with suspicion. 

‘If it weren’t for the gag and the muzzle, he’d probably be barking like a dog,’ Eve thought as she approached him and stroked his messy hair.

“Shh, it’s alright. He’s a guest.” 

Edward observed the large man behaving like a canine beast, from the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression indifferent.

“He really is a ?dog?.”

“I raised him like one.”

“That’s cruel. To treat a beastman like an animal when he’s been stripped of his beast.”

“Well, I didn’t actually graft him onto a dog, did I?”

Eve replied nonchalantly and held out her hand, calling out, “Paw!” Basilio stared at her hand with a dazed expression, then slowly placed his clenched fist on top of hers. 

“Oh my, good boy. Who’s a good boy?”

She ruffled his hair and patted his head, eliciting a muffled whine from behind the gag.

“I’ll feed you later, we have a guest.”

As if understanding her words, Basilio, after receiving a few more pats, retreated to his spot. The door closed with a click, and Eve locked it. Edward, who had initially insisted on seeing the dog, seemed strangely indifferent, his expression lacking any genuine interest.

“That was… interesting.”

“Is that so?”

“Well then, shall we head upstairs?” 

A smirk played on Eve’s lips at his blatant suggestion.

“Don’t laugh at Basca for being a dog.”

“Haha.”

“I don’t understand why everyone feels the need to mark their territory by spraying their c*m all over my house. They’re worse than actual dogs.”

She muttered contemptuously, her lighthearted tone masking her true feelings, and led Edward out of the drawing room, guiding him upstairs.

Castel, as if sensing Eve’s disapproval, had already left the house. However, she knew that stubborn man would be waiting nearby, keeping watch with the other guards until it was time to escort the Emperor back to the palace.

‘At this point, it’s his own fault. He’s brought this upon himself. If he’s determined to be subjected to Edward’s whims, who am I to stop him?’

Edward, who had been led to the guest room instead of the master bedroom, seemed intrigued by the layout, the bed being the first thing visible upon entering.

“There’s no parlor?”

“This isn’t a grand townhouse like those owned by high-ranking nobles, Your Majesty. Only aristocrats can afford to have separate parlors for each guest room. This is a ?commoner?’s house, after all.” 

“I see.”

Eve let him explore the room for a bit longer, then tugged on a string she had set up in the guest room. Two maids, alerted beforehand, knocked on the door, carrying a silver tray laden with light refreshments, a tea set, and the day’s newspaper.

They carefully arranged the teacups and teapot on the round, dark walnut table, placing the plate of snacks and the newspaper beside them. Eve smiled at the maids.

“Thank you. Don’t send anyone up to the second floor until I call for you. Please take care of dinner preparations. Oh, you can leave the tray here.”

She dismissed the maids, who bowed their heads and left the room, then called out to Edward, who was standing by the window, gazing out at the street.

“Come here.”

“Haha. Am I being treated like a dog today?”

Edward chuckled and untied the curtain tiebacks with a lazy wave of his hand, drawing the curtains closed. He then removed his coat, tossing it carelessly onto the bed, and loosened the silk scarf tied around his neck like a cravat.

As he walked towards her, shedding his clothes one by one, a trail of discarded garments marked his path.

His bare knees touched the olive green carpet. Now completely n*ked, he knelt gracefully at her feet, beside the armchair she was sitting on, his expression serene.

“A dog? Dogs are at least cute.”

Eve muttered nonchalantly and guided him into position, making him lie down on his stomach near her feet. She placed the long silver tray on his flattened back, carefully positioning a teacup filled with hot tea on top of it.

“I haven’t had time to read the paper today. Stay in this position until I’m done reading the entire paper. I’ll punish you if you spill a single drop of tea.”

After delivering her warning, Eve poured herself a cup of tea, crossed her legs, and unfolded the newspaper, her eyes fixed on the page.

The room was filled with the intermittent rustling of turning pages, the gentle clinking of teacups against saucers, and the quiet sips of tea.

Eve had never viewed Edward as anything more than a tool. Even when he confessed his love with those burning eyes, her heart remained cold and indifferent. Six years had passed since she had bound his soul to her will, but her heart remained as unyielding as stone, as cold as ice.

To her, he was nothing more than a convenient, well-trained tool, nothing more, nothing less. And yet, in all those countless repet*tions, Edward had never felt this fulfilled.

Only after submitting his very essence, his soul, did he finally feel the emptiness within him dissipate. The physical pain paled in comparison to the yearning of his soul.

Edward realized that by surrendering his life to her, he had finally succeeded in clipping her wings. He no longer feared her leaving him.

He held the pose with a familiar ease, his arms and legs tense, his back straight. The blue veins in his toned forearms, a result of his diligent training with the help of the knights, stood out prominently.

Eve, who had been engrossed in the newspaper, suddenly looked up, her gaze shifting towards the door. Moments later, a knock sounded from the other side.

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

“No.”

“I’m coming in.”

William entered the room, slipping through the slightly opened door. He closed the door silently behind him, locking it, and walked towards the armchair opposite Eve, completely ignoring Edward, who was lying naked on the floor.

“…Did I invite you, Your Highness?”

“You slept with Sir Castel yesterday. Isn’t it my turn today?”

“Seriously, you guys are unbelievable. Do you think my p*ssy is a 24/7 convenience store that’s open 365 days a year? For you all, it’s once every few days, but me? I have to f*ck you guys every single day with no days off! Do you think my stamina is limitless?”

“I even brought lingerie I had specially made for today.”

“…Well… Ahem… What kind of lingerie?” 

William chuckled, observing Eve’s stern expression, which momentarily faltered at his words. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, and whispered seductively, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Want to see?”

“You little… You’re getting smarter by the day.”

Eve let out a sigh that sounded almost like a chuckle. William smiled back at her and got up, picking up the teapot from the table.