"Ohh! Your Majesty! Please!" the lascivious moaning and groaning was more than enough to stir me out of my half-asleep state. I couldn't help but straighten my spine and face forward like I wasn't just about to doze off while standing up. Every time I thought that it was over, they would start going at it again like some wild animals, then again, I think they may be going at it even harder and wilder than the animals in the wild. From my position I could even make out some tangled-up shadows writhing against each other like mating snakes. The scene and exasperated breathing caused my face to turn a bright red.
How did I find myself in this situation? Well, it all began when I died. Yes, died! Just one month ago I was a 23-year-oldyoung woman on my way to the library to do some reading I had to complete to finish writing my essay on the different styles of writing for my Literature class, when the most outrageous thing that could ever happen to anyone happened to me. I was killed by a speeding car and when I woke up, I found myself trapped in a popular otome game I had once played with barely any valuable memory of the plot. And the worst part?! I know the son of a b*tch that murdered me is probably going to get off on a manslaughter charge, when I know that he was most definitely paid for hire by my evil stepmother that couldn't bear to know that my father had left me a chunk of his wealth to me instead of the son she had for him. But it was all mine to begin with as it was my mother who worked and invested in his startup business when it was nothing more than an idea. And after she died of health issues, my father did wait before remarrying and having another child. He said that it was because he wanted me to have a female figure in my life that I could talk to about all the things I couldn't talk to him about. Even though because of her I felt like a stranger in my own home on most days, I knew my father loved me a lot, and everything he did was what he thought was best for me, and I respected and appreciated that more than anything.
But, now, look at me!
When I came too, I didn't even get a chance to catch my breath and properly understand my current situation, I could only go along with the flow. And because of that in this past month, I have felt close to death more than ten times! And it was all his fault. The man having a blissful night of spring in the room behind me.
King Reis of the Mersad Kingdom who is also said to be the biggest villain in the game. He was the older brother of the main love interest gamers were to conquer to win, I remember that I would purposely try to avoid any route that would possibly lead to him. I had become his attendant, male attendant. I, once the object of envy of wealthy heiresses both for my beauty and brains, had become a male attendant. In anger and frustration, I raised my foot and kicked at the pillar I had been standing close to and winced at the pain. Just my luck!
When others transmigrate into these games and novels, they cross over as the female lead, or even the villain, and keep their original gender along with some boon. Me? I cross-over as some disposable extra with nothing to boast and with an extra appendage! My only discomfort is that I no longer have a cycle to worry about, and I can now pee standing up. How could I have gotten this kind of rotten fortune and ended up in such a predicament?! I have cursed the heavens more times than I can recall, even in my nightmares.
"Your Majesty, I-I can't! No more" the cries of concubine, brought my mind back to the present.
"Just a little longer," the grunt caused me to roll my eyes to the very far back of my head. This brute only knew to eat, drink and have sex. As far as I knew he even had three children from different women, none belonging to the queen. During my time here in the palace, I had heard that the king was allowed to have concubines only because the queen could not give him an heir. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the woman, as she still had to raise those kids as future heirs while ruling the kingdom in the king's stead while he spends his days carefreely drinking, eating and having sex with whomever he wishes.
Every night was the same routine, they go at it for hours until the woman passes out and he still wouldn't be satisfied! And I had to keep watch for when he could need something from me, I could only rest during the day when it was the senior attendant's shift. The senior attendant was like a butler, he had raised the king, and apparently also taught me; well the "old me" to "serve" the king in his stead, basically being at his beck and call and doing his every bidding, he was well-respected too, hence, why he got day and I got the night shift.
Soon a frustrated grumble that I had gotten to be familiar with could be heard in the room. "Oliver!" he called out. I controlled the frown that was fighting to appear on my face at the sound of my new name before entering the room.