## Chapter 140 – Jane. Recognition
“What kind of beasts are you?”
It was the first thing Jane said while they were having breakfast together.
Aser, in contrast to his affectionate feeding of Number 25, retorted to Jane with a prickly voice.
“What are you talking about?”
Jane slammed the knife she was using to cut her steak down hard enough to make a *thud* sound, and looked back and forth between Number 25 and Aser.
There was conviction in her eyes. Following that, Jane slightly raised the corner of her lips and spoke in a cynical tone.
“Don’t play dumb with me. How could anyone not know when you’re screaming like that all night long?”
Only then did Number 25 and Aser realize why the servants who were looking at them from the morning had subtly smiling expressions.
Number 25 lowered her face, which had turned red, and muttered in a small voice that only Aser could hear.
“Your Majesty, I told you to stop….”
Aser also whispered quietly, keeping his body close to Number 25.
“B-but what can I do if your dick feels good?”
The sex that started as punishment had turned into sex where only affection remained as it approached its end.
Nevertheless, Aser still felt a little sorry for treating Number 25 roughly at first. The cause of that jealousy was provided by Number 25, but Aser loved her so much that he could handle even that. He realized that he hadn’t given his body to Jane during sex, but there was no harm in being careful.
Tonight, he was going to make sure that Number 25 couldn’t forget his body even more clearly.
Aser brought his lips close enough to Number 25’s ear that his breath touched it, and spoke in a more seductive voice than usual.
“I’ll be gentler tonight than I was yesterday, okay?”
Seeing Number 25 nod, Jane opened her mouth with a look as if she had lost her appetite.
“Well, aren’t you just special.”
While Aser was feeding Number 25, he was also stroking her thigh with one hand or occasionally reaching into her underwear to touch her dick.
He barely managed to calm down his dick, which was throbbing every time Aser touched it. Her playful laughter was starting to resemble Charlotte’s more and more—was that just his imagination?
Number 25 felt a slight sense of unease and hurriedly finished her meal. If the meal dragged on, she would obviously end up cumming at the table in an unsightly manner.
“Ah, I don’t care what you two do at night. But until then, I’ll be taking her with me. You know you agreed to that, right?”
With those words, Jane, who had finished her meal, told Number 25 to follow her and moved to the studio in the basement.
Her stomach wasn’t completely full yet, but she couldn’t go against Jane’s words. Number 25 got up from her seat and bowed lightly to Aser before following Jane.
Aser, who had risen from his seat, stroked Number 25’s head and said in a worried voice.
“If she does anything weird to you, you have to tell me right away.”
“I’m okay now.”
“What do you mean you’re okay? Are you saying it’s okay to do weird things with Jane? Did you even sneak a kiss or something?”
“N-no, that’s not it….”
Aser smiled lightly at the flustered Number 25.
“I’m just kidding. I trust you.”
Number 25 sighed at the word “joke” and barely caught her breath. Her words didn’t sound like a complete joke, but she had no choice but to laugh it off for now.
She had actually kissed Jane before, but it was unavoidable. Besides, only the smell of cigarettes came to mind, so it wasn’t a very good experience. Number 25 had no intention of doing anything with Jane.
Number 25 vowed that the kind of thing Aser was worried about would not happen, and turned her steps.
“Wait a minute.”
Aser called out to Number 25 one last time as she was leaving, gave a kiss full of regret to Number 25’s lips as she turned her head, and then waved shyly.
Taking a deep breath, Number 25 headed to the basement where Jane was waiting, and with a now familiar motion, took off her clothes and climbed onto the platform.
Jane didn’t even glance at her and opened her mouth while examining the sculpture.
“You’re a little late? Let’s start right away.”
Jane, sitting on a fairly high chair, moved her hands without a moment’s rest and asked Number 25 to maintain her pose.
“That’s right, spread your legs further… look over there.”
She meticulously corrected Number 25’s posture one by one, and occasionally threw in compliments.
Number 25 also didn’t feel as awkward as before when posing in front of Jane. Number 25 only rolled her eyes and watched Jane working. The Jane who playfully made jokes with a variety of expressions was nowhere to be found, and a noble artist who worked on both paintings and sculptures with an endlessly serious expression existed there.
Jane, who roughly wiped the sweat flowing on her forehead while painting, looked at Number 25 and spoke in a bright voice that she usually didn’t make during work.
“It seems like the awkwardness has disappeared a bit now?”
“I tend to learn things quickly.”
At Number 25’s joke, Jane laughed nonsensically and shrugged her shoulders.
“That’s why you shouldn’t praise kids.”
After finishing the short conversation, Jane focused on the sculpture again.
When she was talking normally, Jane was somewhat playful, unlike her first impression, but when she was working, she exuded a completely opposite atmosphere to the point where you could say she was a different person. She began to get confused about which of the two was her real personality.
One thing was certain: you shouldn’t upset Jane when she was working. Number 25 didn’t want to have the experience of moving like a doll again, so she couldn’t even do something as trivial as swallowing her saliva, and didn’t move a finger until Jane was satisfied.
Still, her body had definitely adapted more than before, so it wasn’t as hard as being tortured.
About an hour passed, and Number 25 saw Jane stretching. She now knew that the stretch meant it was break time.
As expected, Jane approached Number 25 and spoke in a gentle voice like before.
“You can stop now. I’m hungry so I can’t concentrate. Let’s go eat.”
Number 25 followed Jane, who was leaving the castle, and asked.
“Are you buying?”
“Isn’t that obvious? Are you trying to hurt your *noona’s* pride? You just shut up and eat.”
Her tone was somewhat rough, but she was roughly feeling that it was her own way of expressing affection.
She took a seat at the restaurant she had gone to yesterday, and with a familiar motion, put her hand in her gown pocket, but soon realized that she didn’t have any cigarettes, and poured the coffee in front of her into her mouth in one gulp.
Jane, who put down her coffee cup, leaned her upper body on the table and twisted her hair with her fingers, complaining.
“Ugh, I can’t even smoke because of someone, what is this?”
“Why is that my fault?”
“Are you going to keep talking back, you little brat? When an adult says so, you just say, ‘Okay, I understand,’ and move on.”
“In our area, we call people like that *kkondae*, you know?”
“Ha, geez. There’s nothing you can’t say to an adult, huh? Who taught you that? Aser spoils you every day on the bed, so you’ve become so rude.”
The argument, which seemed like it would never end, was temporarily concluded when the food was placed in front of Number 25.
“Tsk, whatever. Just eat your food quickly.”
“What about you, *noona*?”
Jane lifted the coffee cup in front of her and shook it appropriately, answering.
“This is enough for me.”
Jane, who was staring intently at Number 25 eating, repeated incomprehensible actions such as turning her shoulders or shaking her neck from side to side.
Number 25 put down her utensils and immediately asked Jane a question.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m just a little stiff.”
In fact, every time Jane turned her neck or shoulder joints, the sound of something breaking, *crack, pop*, was heard ominously. Number 25 asked again in a worried voice.
“Isn’t it because you’re always working in weird positions?”
“I think so.”
Jane, who was stroking her neck, said to Number 25 with her eyes shining as if she had a good idea.
“Ah! You work under Aser for now, right? Didn’t you learn anything like massage or something?”
“Massage?”
She vaguely remembered.
Number 25 had done it to others before, but she had received it more often. Of course, the massage was just a nominal reason, and the end was always sex.
“Yes, well… I can do a little.”
“That’s a relief. There are a lot of eyes here, so come to my room tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Why, are you going to have sex with Aser at night or something?”
It was a straightforward and sudden remark, but Number 25 nodded without panicking because she knew that was her way of speaking.
“Can’t you skip it for one day? It’s not like you’ll get a terminal illness if you don’t do it.”
She was right.
It was nice to have a relationship with Aser, but she could endure it enough. The one who couldn’t endure it was Aser. It wasn’t like Number 25 was always in heat, and she wouldn’t have a surge of sexual desire like someone else just because she skipped it for a day.
She could invest enough to improve Jane’s mood for one day.
In the first place, it would definitely help her and Aser’s treatment if her mood improved.
Number 25 nodded after finishing her thoughts, and that momentary choice was an act of lighting the fuse of change, which would make the relationship with Jane irreversible.
