Chapitre 2: First Encounter
The butler, Ford, looked Amelia up and down, his experienced eyes taking in her beauty. Even as a 70-year-old man who had seen many celebrities alongside his master, he couldn't help but admit that Amelia was the prettiest he had ever laid eyes on.
And now, dressed in just a bikini, she revealed her alluring and voluminous curves, with a deep cleavage that could captivate any onlooker. Her tiny waist seemed almost magical, defying gravity to support her curvaceous frame. Her long, slender legs only added to her allure. Every inch of her seemed perfectly designed, and her innocent eyes completed the deadly combination that could leave any man spellbound.Ford began to wonder if his master would be able to withstand her charm. He had great confidence and believed that Amelia might be the only one who could pass the interview.
"I see you came prepared," the butler remarked, referring to her daring dress code.
"Whee!! Being prepared is the first step to succeeding in an interview!" Herald, ever the enthusiastic advisor, hid behind her ear and whispered.
"Do you know what your job scope will be?" the butler inquired.
"Yes!" Amelia replied confidently, sticking to Herald's advice.
"Great, then I suppose I don't need to explain it to you. But remember, your number one priority is to make the master happy," he said.
"Yes, I can!" Amelia replied, her confidence unwavering.
"Do you have any questions you'd like to ask?" Ford offered.
Amelia pondered for a moment and then asked, "If I pass the interview, can I stay here as long as I want?"
Ford raised an intrigued eyebrow, thinking to himself, "A pretty ambitious girl, aiming for the position of young madam, I guess."
"I can't promise you that, as it is entirely up to the master," he replied.
Amelia nodded obediently, taking Ford's words to heart.
Seeing how obedient she appeared, Ford couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards her. He warned her softly, "During this period, my master might be a bit sensitive, so do your best not to provoke him. If he becomes upset or violent, just run to the door and leave immediately."
Amelia remained unfazed by the butler's warning; after all, she had encountered countless ferocious sea animals during her underwater adventures. She even managed to tame a great white shark, which was no small feat.
While Amelia seemed unbothered, the same couldn't be said for Herald. The little hermit crab scurried back into his shell, his tiny voice trembling with anxiety. "Princess... Princess... I need to go find more information about your job. Can I take a leave now?"
"Of course, Herald! Go ahead and gather all the information you can. And don't forget to compile a list of all the delicious cuisines around here!" Amelia cheerfully replied, patting Herald's shell as he hurriedly left.
Herald made his leave as Amelia followed Ford upstairs.
Amelia's pearl necklace grew warmer and warmer as they approached the room on the third floor. Butler Ford gave her some final advice before opening the door, "Master is inside. I'll take my leave now. Remember, your number one priority is making him happy... but if he gets violent, run."
With those words echoing in her mind, Amelia cautiously entered the dimly lit room. She felt as though she was being watched by a ferocious beast from the moment she stepped in. Nevertheless, she remained unfazed, scanning the room until she spotted a man sitting on a chair.
Without warning, he hurled a book towards her and warned, "Leave! I won't be throwing just a book next time." He pointed towards a collection of knives on the table, his expression firm and cold.
Amelia looked at the guy, his presence rivaled that of all the handsome mermen she had encountered. He possesses a strong, chiseled jawline, accentuated by a subtle scruff of facial hair. His piercing eyes, perhaps the color of deep ocean waves or forest green, hold a captivating intensity that draws others in. His hair, tousled and sun-kissed, adds to the rugged appeal, and he carries himself with a confident and relaxed demeanor. Even in a seated position, she could tell he was tall and muscular. However, his beautiful eyes seemed clouded with pain and misery, and his long slender fingers rubbed his forehead.
"Are you okay?" she asked, genuine concern in her voice.
"Fuck off! I'll be better if you leave," he retorted.
"I'll sing, and you'll feel better," she declared with confidence.
"Are you crazy? Don't you understand..." his words were cut short by the enchanting melody of her voice.
Though he couldn't comprehend the language of the song, he felt his headache easing and the urge to resort to violence fading away.
Looking up, he examined the girl singing before him. As his headache and violent urges dissipated, he could finally see her clearly. She was as pretty as an angel, but with the alluring contours of a devil set on tempting people. There was a magnetic quality about her that seemed to draw him in.
As Amelia continued to sing, he couldn't help but be drawn closer to her. He felt an irresistible urge to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin against his fingertips.
Before he knew it, he was standing before her, his hand itching to reach out and touch her long eyelashes. Sensing his presence, Amelia gradually opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. In that moment, he felt an instant connection with her, as if he had been waiting for her his whole life.
As the violent urges faded, he felt another desire welling up within him. He wanted to kiss her, to make her his own.
Following his impulses, he leaned in and kissed her tender lips. The moment their lips met, he felt a rush of emotions, as if the world around them had faded into the background. The softness of her lips and her warmth made him feel alive and captivated, as if he had stumbled upon something extraordinary.
Amelia was stunned by his sudden kiss, unable to fathom why this rugged human had kissed her lips so passionately. While she had experienced sea animals showing their gratitude with gentle pecks on her cheeks or hands after being healed, a kiss on the lips was an exceptionally rare gesture. Nevertheless, she remembered her mission to make him happy if she wanted to stay in the villa, so she didn't push him away.
Time seemed to slow down as she stood there, waiting for him to conclude his gesture of appreciation. However, his act of gratitude lingered on for what felt like an eternity. Amelia's heart began to race with impatience. She needed to find the treasure, and waiting any longer felt unbearable. She opened her mouth, intending to ask him to stop, but before she could utter a word, he seized the opportunity and his tongue plunged into her mouth. Surprised and taken aback, Amelia attempted to resist, but he was relentless, skillfully maneuvering his tongue against hers, drawing her into a mesmerizing dance of desire.
Her initial shock slowly gave way to a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Despite her confusion, she couldn't deny the sensations that surged through her body, awakening something unfamiliar within her. As he tasted the sweet nectar of her mouth, his kiss grew even more fervent, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't explain.
Carried away by the intensity of the moment, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed. Finally releasing her lips, he gently placed her down, his eyes locked onto hers with a hunger that both intrigued and unsettled Amelia.
As she caught her breath, he leaned in closer, his voice low and husky as he asked, "You know why you're here for, right?"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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