His Personal Maid

Desire stared at the mirror in front of her, observing her curves and how long her legs had grown since she turned eighteen, two years back.

How time flies!

She smiled at the memory of her eighteenth birthday, which also happened to be her first day out of the mansion since she was bought by the master of the house.

Every year, a new girl is brought to the mansion as a slave and gradually ranks up to a servant before she becomes a house maiden, which is the highest rank that can be held by a slave girl.

Slave is the lowest rank in the mansion, and it's usually held by the set of girls who were brought from the southern part of their region, plagued by poverty, disease, and hunger.

The servant rank is usually for girls who have served the house for more than four years. They're believed to have more experience and insight into how to please the master.

Lastly, the house maiden rank, also called housemaids, is held by girls who have spent more than seven years in the house.

None of the girls living in the mansion have seen Mr. Ho up close. The only things they're familiar with are his voice, his profile, and the really loud intimate sessions his friends have with the girls brought from the Harem.

Desire picked up the love letter in front of the mirror and smiled at the memory of Chang, the guy who had been secretly sending her love letters ever since they had met on her first day out of the mansion. She couldn't wait to see him again.

It had been six years and eleven months since Desire was brought into the house, and she was a month away from becoming a house maiden. She longed for the outside world and would've loved to fulfill her dream of becoming a nurse rather than stay in this mansion and become a house maiden.

She had always wanted to study under the great physician and become an assistant or a nurse at his service.

'From slavery to slavery,' her subconscious self reminded her.

She hissed at the sudden thought that had come into her head. At least one had more freedom than the other.

She quickly put on her dress and went out of the room before the court lady could come barging in, cursing at her for being late to the kitchen. Once when she was a mere five minutes late, she had been punished for three days without food or water.

"Good morning, Lady Nor," she greeted the court lady's assistant, who was nicer in every way than the court lady.

"My dear child, bless you. I hope you slept well?"

"Yes, I did, and thank you for the green tea you gave me. It helped me sleep peacefully."

"No need, child. I do what is expected of me as a mother to you girls." Desire smiled at her as memories of her mother come back to her.

They stopped talking as soon as the court lady entered the room, and they resumed their daily chores almost immediately, out of fear of the woman.

Desire cleaned around the kitchen and Lady Nor got the utensils ready to serve the table while the others in the kitchen cooked the master's breakfast.

"Master has requested to have his breakfast in his private suite. Is it ready?" The court lady asked in a stern voice.

"A f-f-few minutes are required to get everything ready, my lady," the cook answered, fear lacing her words.

"Do you mind explaining what you've been doing all day!?" She barked at the young girl.