Free Web NovelChapter 38: Sugar Baby Maid against Muscle Mommy
"Now, say ahhh, Young Master~" Mira commanded, hovering the spoon right in front of his lips like a doting mother.
Eren stared at her deadpan, his blue eyes dropping to the spoon and then back to her expectant face. "Mira. Only my ribs were broken, not my arms. I can feed myself."
Mira let out a snort, stubbornly pushing the spoon closer to his lips, almost brushing it. "And? Can’t a dedicated, affectionate maid properly care for her bedridden Sugar Daddy? Just accept the premium service package."
Eren chuckled at her cute audacity, wondering how lucky he is to end up with a self-proclaimed, obsessively doting sugar baby as his personal maid.
"I am not your sugar daddy, Mira," he muttered playfully, though he ultimately surrendered to her aggressive customer service, letting her feed him.
Suddenly, her face lit up with an excited glow, her chest bouncing slightly as she leaned forward.
"Oh, by the way! The entire staff of Volsver manor became your dedicated fans overnight! Everyone from the low-tier kitchen staff to the high-ranking estate knights are constantly praising your name. They’re completely captivated by how you developed a strange, legendary device to capture live images to protect the family, and then went straight ahead and performed magical engineering to save your sister’s life! Isn’t that great, young master?"
Eren leaned back against the headboard to relax. "Well, as long as the public applause doesn’t manifest as extra paperwork, I suppose I can allow it. I just hope this sudden surge of popularity won’t disturb my long-term plans for a peaceful retirement."
Mira giggled at his complete lack of noble ambition, thoroughly charmed by his unbothered composure. "I don’t think a quiet life is in your future anymore, Young Master."
Before Eren could debate about that, the door clicked for the second time that morning.
Both of them turned their heads toward the entryway, only to see a tall, tanned, and exceptionally muscular woman. Emma stood in the doorway, her storm-grey eyes locked onto Eren with an uncertain expression. Eren immediately understood she sensed that he woke up using her enhanced Swordmaster hearing.
Mira, however, did not care about military rank. The moment her amber eyes landed on the woman who had physically launched her master into a three-day coma, the maid’s face twisted into fury. She puffed out her voluptuous chest, ready to throw hands with the apex predator.
"Mira," Eren called out softly, intercepting the impending warfare. "Step outside for a moment, will you? I need to have a quick chat with the Captain."
"But Young Master! This muscle-brained girl was the reason you’re unconscious for days!" Mira protested.
"Please, Mira," Eren said, offering her a calm, reassuring look.
Unable to fight, the maid let out a dramatic huff, aggressively pushing the utility cart out of the room. She paused beside Emma, shooting one last murderous glance, ignoring the fact that the tomboy was a swordsmaster.
The second the door clicked shut, Emma crossed the room with rapid strides, closing the distance to the bed in a literal blink. Before Eren could even formulate a witty greeting, her strong, calloused hands clamped gently yet firmly onto his uninjured shoulder joints.
"Why in the world are you so reckless?!" Emma demanded, her voice cracking with a raw, intense display of pure anger that was entirely focused on his well-being. "Do you have any idea how badly you could have been permanently broken if I hadn’t held back?! You are entirely an idiot, Eren! You don’t just jump in front of a heavy sword swing!"
She squeezed his shoulders, her breathing ragged as she ranted. "You could have just explained the situation to the Duke beforehand! You could have asked for formal permission! What would have happened to you if my reflexes had been even a fraction of a degree slower? I was... I was genuinely terrified when you didn’t wake up for three whole days. I wanted to cry so badly, but my stupid brain wouldn’t even let me execute the tears."
Suddenly losing all her posture, the tall knight slumped forward, gently leaning her forehead directly onto his wrapped shoulder.
"I’m so sorry, Eren... I knew you woke up hours ago, but I was too busy interrogating that intruder."
Eren looked at the fierce warrior currently using his shoulder as an emotional docking station. He couldn’t deny his own recklessness. but because of old eren’s reputation, if he walked up to the Duke and asked for permission to perform experimental heart surgery on the primary heir, he would have been thrown into a lunatic asylum before he could even finish the sentence.
He gently and rhythmically tapped her strong back, whispering into her ear. "I’m not angry at you, Emma. Not even a little bit. And I’m sorry for giving you such a massive fright.
"Besides... You’re terrifyingly beautiful, Emma. You’d look completely ugly if you started crying now."
Emma snapped her head back, her flushed, tanned face instantly locking onto his thoroughly insufferable, arrogant grin. She reached up and violently pinched both of his cheeks, pulling them outward.
"Just as I thought... you haven’t changed your annoying personality at all, you brat!" she huffed, though a visible wave of relief washed over her face.
Eren merely chuckled through his pinched cheeks, thoroughly enjoying the intense warmth of the moment. "Glad to see you’ve successfully restored your usual self, Captain."
Emma let out a soft laugh, stepping back to collapse into the chair beside his bed. She crossed her long legs, leaning her chin comfortably onto her palm as her storm-grey eyes fixed onto him with a deeply amused, yet highly interrogative look.
"It seems you’ve acquired quite the fiercely protective guardian demon in a maid outfit," Emma noted playfully. "Though I must ask... what in the world is with that ’sugar daddy’ title she keeps throwing on you anyway?"
Eren let out a heavy sigh, leaning his head back against the pillows as he recounted his life choices.
"Ah, you probably heard her confession. The girl originally made an extortion plot to trap me and cough up some funds as a disguised sugar baby. But even after I successfully sorted out her family’s medical crisis, she still says she’s my sugar baby, even offering to take care of me if I go broke."
Emma’s gaze drifted slightly, her storm-grey eyes scanning the massive bed he was currently sitting on—the exact same mattress where they did deeds a few nights ago.
"From my perspective, it looks less like she trapped you, and more like you willingly dove headfirst into her honey trap, Sugar Daddy."
Eren’s blue eyes locked onto her face, looking at the completely beautiful micro-expressions currently painting her. The disciplined, unyielding Captain was radiating a distinct, heavy wave of uncharacteristic hesitation.
A slow wicked, and incredibly smug smirk crawled back onto his face. Leaning his upper body slightly forward to look at her closely.
"My, my, Captain ...Is that a hint of jealousy I’m currently detecting in your face, or are you just annoyed that someone else claimed first place?"
