I Will Always Be Your Little Maid

Lin Ran is currently writing the middle section of "Snow Country".

The subtle, repressed, yet ever-present feelings between Shimamura and Komako are building up, and his writing inevitably touches upon some subtle yet intense descriptions of desire.

This stuff, if written well, is art; if written poorly, it's just erotica. Finding the right balance is a real test of skill.

[...Komako tilted her head back, her neck tracing a graceful arc, like a swan offering its neck to its execution. Shimamura's fingers inadvertently touched the stray hairs at the back of her neck; the icy touch felt like a spark, instantly scorching his fingertips. Their breaths became clearly audible in the silent room, intertwining, it was impossible to tell whose was more rapid...]

Lin Ran wrote this passage very carefully.

Throughout history and across cultures, all excellent literary works inevitably involve descriptions of desire and passion. This is the most primal instinct in human genes and the most sacred thing between men and women.

Presenting it in words is the duty of an excellent writer.

Mingmei held her breath and read it aloud, word by word.

These words are not explicit; in fact, they can be described as extremely subtle and elegant. But it is precisely this subtlety, combined with Lin Ran's unique touch of melancholy, that makes the undercurrent of emotions even more breathtaking and tantalizing.

As the maid watched, she felt her cheeks gradually warm up, as if they were being roasted by the desk lamp, and her heart began to pound faster.

Young master is truly amazing... Even... he can write such content so beautifully and movingly...

Miyano Akemi thought to herself, feeling dizzy, that if it were her, she would never be able to write about love between men and women so beautifully and alluringly.

Although everyone is essentially describing the same thing, Lin Ran manages to write it with such literary flair that it makes people blush and their hearts race, while simultaneously making them marvel at the charm of words.

Perhaps this is why the young master could become a great writer, while she could only be a maid!

After finishing this section, Lin Ran felt good about the writing and was about to stop writing to consider the next plot development and word choice when she looked up and realized that there was an audience member next to her.

The little maid was staring intently at his manuscript, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glistening with moisture. It was clear that her little head was playing out some indescribable, censored images.

"Akemi-nee?"

Lin Ran called softly, "Are you so engrossed in reading?"

"Ah! I didn't! I wasn't thinking about anything lewd with the young master!"

Mingmei snapped out of her reverie and blurted out instinctively, only to meet Lin Ran's smiling gaze. She was instantly mortified and covered her burning face, stammering, "Young...Young Master, I...I didn't mean to peek..."

Seeing her embarrassed and adorable expression, Lin Ran laughed as she put down her pen, deliberately teasing her: "Oh? You weren't thinking about anything lewd? Well, it seems my writing wasn't up to par... So, what do you think of my writing? Especially... that part just now?"

He emphasized the phrase "that part just now".

Upon hearing this, the maid blushed even more, her whole being like a lotus emerging from the water, pure yet alluring. She whispered, "It's...it's very good...it's just...it's just a little...too, too embarrassing...it makes my heart itch..."

Seeing her shy and bashful appearance, Lin Ran was in a great mood.

"Literature originates from life, but transcends it," he said with a smile. "If it makes you feel 'embarrassed,' it means my writing is fairly successful; at least I've conveyed that subtle emotion..."

As she spoke, Lin Ran's voice suddenly lowered.

He looked at the pretty maid in front of him, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling like water, her big eyes filled with unreserved adoration and shyness, and her whole being exuding a natural charm. His throat bobbed involuntarily, and he felt a little thirsty.

People who frequently write and read erotic novels should know this.

Compared to more realistic images that lack imaginative space, the imaginative space of words is enormous. Especially when you, as the author, personally pick up your pen to describe those tender and poignant scenes, your brain will inevitably have some "immersive experience," and your body will inevitably be affected by some... well, "physiological" influences.

With such beauty before her, Lin Ran felt a surge of heat in her body.

Feeling his gaze was too focused and too intense, Akemi, who was already flustered, became even more at a loss.

"Young...Young Master?" she called out timidly.

This soft call seemed to break a certain stalemate.

Lin Ran slowly reached out his hand, across the air, and his fingertips touched Mingmei's burning cheek. The delicate touch made him unable to resist caressing her.

Mingmei's body stiffened, but she did not flinch.

Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, then she obediently and slowly closed her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Lin Ran's last hesitation disappeared.

To hell with gradual progress! To hell with slow and steady wins the race!

An 18-year-old boy is at the peak of his energy and hormones, and to have such a stunningly beautiful maid who is completely his and at his beck and call day and night by his side, his self-control is comparable to that of a saint!

Today, he couldn't take it anymore!

His fingertips caressed her smooth cheeks, slowly sliding down, grazing her earlobe for a moment, then stroking her slender neck, feeling the rapid pulse throbbing beneath her skin.

Every subtle touch from the boy caused the woman to tremble slightly. Her hands, resting on her knees, unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, her breathing quickened, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

She had made preparations for this day long ago.

From the moment Lin Ran rescued her from Gin's clutches, and from the moment the boy said, "It's not to help you, but to repay a debt of gratitude," she was already prepared to give herself, body and soul, completely and without reservation, to this boy.

You are repaying a debt of gratitude, and so am I.

I just can't be as capable as you. The only way I can repay your kindness is to repay you with my body, as described in the book, and be Young Master Ran's maid for the rest of my life.

Mingmei suppressed her pretty face and let Lin Ran play with her fingertips at will.

The air was filled with a fragrance called passion.

"Akemi-nee..."

Lin Ran leaned slightly closer, their breaths mingling.

"Hmm..." Akemi made a barely audible nasal sound.

His forehead gently touched hers, their noses met, their breaths mingled—an extremely intimate gesture, full of possessiveness and unspoken implications.

Feeling the surging desire and burning heat emanating from him, almost melting her, Mingmei slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes shimmered with tears, misty and dreamy, as she gazed intently at the handsome face so close to hers. Her red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Young Master Ran... I will always be your little maid, forever and ever... belonging only to you..."

"Phew~"

This sentence completely ignited Lin Ran's passion.

Without further hesitation, he lowered his head and fiercely captured her slightly parted, alluringly moist red lips.

"Well……"

The initial touch was gentle, with a tentative undertone, but soon, the soft touch and shy response shattered all of Lin Ran's rationality.

He wrapped one arm around her slender waist, pulling her soft body closer into his embrace, while his other hand ran through her smooth hair, supporting the back of her neck and deepening the kiss.

This was a kiss filled with possessiveness and desire.

The girl felt weak all over and her mind went blank as the boy's strong masculine scent filled her nostrils. She could only awkwardly endure it and respond clumsily to his demands, letting him take whatever he wanted from her lips and conquer her territory.

Feeling the woman in his arms struggling to breathe, her delicate nostrils flaring rapidly, Lin Ran's kiss slowly moved away from her soft, swollen lips, leaving a burning mark along her delicate jawline, finally settling on her sensitive, trembling neck.

He sucked and nibbled, greedily savoring the blood flowing beneath his skin and the rapid pulse.

"Young...Young Master..." Mingmei tilted her head back, her neck forming a graceful arc, like the swan in his paintings that lay about to be slaughtered.

She murmured unconsciously, her voice so sweet it could drip water. A delicate, tingling sensation spread from where he had kissed her throughout her body, making her unable to help but let out a suppressed, tearful moan.

This soft moan further agitated Lin Ran.

His large hands began to roam restlessly over her back, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin through the thin fabric. Her slender waist and the slightly undulating curve of her back captivated him.

In a moment of passion and confusion, Lin Ran's hand slipped under her clothes, his warm palm pressing directly against the smooth, delicate skin on her lower back.

"what……"

The unhindered contact of their skin, the scalding heat making Mingmei stiffen, letting out a short gasp. Her body instinctively tried to curl up, but Lin Ran held her even tighter in his arms.

The boy buried his head in her neck and acted wantonly, his large hands beginning to roam over her delicate body. Mingmei felt like a small boat adrift in a storm, only able to cling tightly to the front of his shirt.

This was a wonderful feeling she had never experienced before.

No wonder so many heroes, talented men and beautiful women throughout history have been so devoted to the love between men and women. It turns out that this feeling is so intoxicating, so mesmerizing, so... hard to extricate oneself from.