Nyami straightened, composing herself with a deep breath.
A soft laugh escaped her.
'As you wish, Master. It won't be but a moment.' She plated the eggs, golden and fluffy, alongside crispy bread, fresh fruits, and a steaming cup of herbal tea.
Her movements were elegant once more, but the happiness lingered, brighter than before.
As she carried the tray to the small table by the window,
Nyx sat there, fork in hand, digging into the breakfast Nyami had prepared.
The eggs were fluffy and spiced just right, with bits of fresh herbs that burst with flavor on his tongue.
Crispy bread slices, slathered in a light butter, crunched satisfyingly.
He savored each bite, the meal hitting the spot after the night's exertions.
'This is really good,' Nyx said between mouthfuls, his voice muffled but appreciative.
Nyami stood nearby, hands clasped in front of her apron, watching him with that elegant poise.
Her hair framed her face softly, A small smile played on her lips, pleased by his enjoyment.
As he polished off the last egg on his plate, she stepped forward smoothly.
'More, Master?' she asked, her tone calm and ready to serve.
Nyx nodded, pushing the plate toward her.
'Yeah, refill it.' She took it without a word, gliding back to the stove to heap on another generous portion.
The way she moved graceful, efficient—made the simple task look like a dance.
She returned moments later, setting the full plate down with a soft clink.
He started eating again, but curiosity bubbled up from last night's haze.
The system screen's details lingered in his mind, especially the new ability tied to her.
'Nyami,' Nyx said, pausing with a forkful halfway to his mouth.
'I got your ability last night. Heartstring Manipulation, right? That's what the bond gave me.'
Nyami's eyes lit up, a delightful lilt entering her voice as she leaned against the table's edge.
'Oh, Master! Yes, that's mine. And last night... I loved how rough you were with me. The way you took control, made me yours completely....it was everything I dreamed of.'
Her words came out breathy, laced with genuine warmth, like she was sharing a cherished secret.
A faint blush colored her cheeks, but her gaze held steady, full of that deep affection.
Is she trying to distract me or what?
Nyx looked up at her, his expression flat and deadpan.
He set the fork down for a second, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
'You're being weird about this,' he said bluntly, though a hint of amusement tugged at his lips. The intensity in her eyes was disarming, especially so early in the day.
She tilted her head, her smile widening into something playful yet submissive.
'Weird? No, Master. I just... I didn't mind if you went even rougher. You could pull my hair harder, mark me more. I'd take it all for you.'
Her voice dropped lower, inviting, with that human vulnerability shining through —like she meant every word from the heart.
Nyx raised an eyebrow, picking up his fork again.
'I'll keep that in mind,' he replied, his tone casual but firm.
He chewed thoughtfully, then locked eyes with her.
'But right now, Tell me more about yourself. Who you truly are. No dodging.'
The command hung in the air, backed by the bond's subtle pull, making her posture shift ever so slightly.
Nyami's facade held, her composed elegance unbroken.
She straightened, folding her hands neatly.
'I'm your one and only maid, Master. Devoted to serving you in every way —cleaning, cooking, pleasing you.' Her words were simple, sincere, but he could sense the layers beneath.
And.... He wasn't buying it.
Nyx leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
'A maid who's a goddess? Come on, Nyami. Spill it.'
She halted mid-breath, her eyes widening just a fraction.
The elegant mask cracked for the first time that morning.
'How... how did you know?' she asked softly, her voice a mix of surprise and caution.
She moved to refill his drink, bending down slightly over the table.
The curve of her dress dipped low, revealing the swell of her breasts.
Bite marks from last night dotted the soft skin —reddened crescents that stirred memories of their passion.
The sight made Nyx's pulse quicken, but he kept his focus sharp.
Straightening up after pouring the tea, Nyami waited, her crimson horns seeming to gleam brighter under the scrutiny.
Nyx took a sip of the steaming liquid, letting the warmth settle.
'I got your beauty attribute too. And no one but Gods have attributes. Though It's locked for now, it's there.'
He watched her reaction closely, the words dropping like stones in still water.
'Eh?' Nyami let out a surprised squeak, her hand flying to her mouth.
Then, realization dawned, and she blinked rapidly.
'The Sin of Lust... it copies attributes too? I didn't think...'
Nyx set the cup down with a clink.
'How'd I know? You just said it like it's common knowledge.' His voice sharpened, probing deeper into the mystery.
Nyami appeared thoughtful, tapping a finger against her chin as she stood there. Her eyes drifted to the side, as if pulling from distant memories.
'Nyxiana never told me about this part. She mentioned the bonding, the powers you'd gain, but attributes? That's new. If you could truely copy them... Fufu.. that'll make things a lot easier.'
A soft chuckle escaped her, light and melodic, easing the tension.
He pressed on, not letting up.
'So... Why is a goddess pretending to be a maid? What's the point of all this?'
Nyami's chuckle deepened, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and devotion.
She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
'It's simple, Master. Because I'm your property. Your slave. I'm here to obey you, by both body and soul.' She placed a hand over her heart, then gestured vaguely.
'You can order me to do anything. Anything at all. Even... if you commanded me to end my own life, I'd comply without hesitation. That's the depth of it.' Pausing, she tilted her head.
'Master should be able to feel that too, right? Through the mark.'
Nyx's gaze dropped to her womb, hidden beneath the apron and dress.
He could almost see the tattoo in his mind.
The swirling slave mark that had appeared after claiming her.
A strange sensation tugged at him, like an invisible thread confirming her words.
Yeah... She's telling the truth. He nodded slowly.
'I do feel it. But you still haven't told me the real reason you're my maid. Why go through all this?'
She sighed softly, her expression turning more serious, though the affection never faded.
'Nyxiana entrusted me to look after your vessel. This body, this life —it was fragile before you awakened. My role was to watch over you, keep you safe until the right moment. And maid is the perfect disguise. No one suspects the quiet servant.'
Her words carried a weight of duty, spoken with simple honesty.
Nyx let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.
The revelations swirled in his head, adding to the whirlwind since his reincarnation.
Thought so, he mused internally, deciding to drop it for now.
The subject gnawed at him, but pushing harder might unravel more than he was ready for.
'Fine. We'll leave it there,' he said aloud, picking up his fork to finish the last bits of food on his plate.
The eggs were cooling but still tasty. As he swallowed the final bite, he glanced at her empty hands.
'Arent you gonna eat anything?' he asked, watching her only standing
Her eyes glinted with a sudden pink hue, mischievous and hungry.
She licked her lips slowly, her gaze dropping pointedly to his lap —to the position of his dick beneath the pants.
'Oh, Master~, I had my full this morning,' she purred, her voice dripping with suggestion.
'Your essence... it's all I need.' The words were bold, yet laced with that raw, desire she wore so openly.
Nyx's hand shot out before he could think, delivering a sharp slap to her ass.
The sound echoed in the kitchen, firm but playful.
'What a horny maid you are,' he said, a smirk breaking through his earlier seriousness.
The contact sent a jolt through both of them, the bond humming with shared heat.
Nyami moaned softly at the slap, arching into it just a bit.
'Ah~... punish me more, Master.' Her plea was breathy, eyes half-lidded with want, but there was a genuine spark of playfulness in her tone —like she trusted him to set the boundaries.
He shook his head, standing up from the chair with a stretch.
'No. Not now. I'm going to train a bit, test out these new powers. Heartstring Manipulation sounds useful —gotta see what it can do.'
Nyx flexed his fingers, imagining the invisible strings he could pull on emotions, desires.
The thought excited him, a rush of potential energy.
But before he could take a step toward the bedroom door, a sharp ring cut through the air.
His phone —a sleek and magical glass amid the fantasy castle —vibrated on the table, screen lighting up with an incoming call.
Nyx frowned, reaching for it.
Who could be calling this early?