Anne was right. I hadn't indulged myself even once since arriving in this world. The frustration had been building, coiling inside me like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at the slightest. As someone who had sex almost every single day in the previous world, it was only expected that the lack of release was starting to take its toll.
"If you command it, I would gladly serve you, Master," Anne murmured in a flat, mechanical tone, yet her actions spoke differently. She lifted the hem of her skirt ever so slightly, just enough to hint at what lay beneath—an unspoken invitation, an offering waiting to be claimed. "After all, that is the very reason I was created."
