From Nanny To Lady

"Sir, you can't let your ex-wife win. Please don't die first!!!"

"You think so?"

The tangled, straight hair that covered his handsome face was pushed back. Arthur Moric rose after my hand gave him a firm tug. Oh my God, I couldn't believe those fingers were capable of knocking that muscular man off the edge of the ship. Fear always exerts a power beyond human reason. But I ended up completely stunned.

Arthur squirmed, his arms locking me in. His sharp eyes, sharp jaw, and the pungent scent of expensive musk perfume made me hear my own heartbeat. Reality hit me hard, slamming me back into the real world. Who was I? Who was I to shout at and point fingers at my own master?

Especially while wearing a knee-length, puffy dress that wasn't even a real dress. It was just a children's entertainer costume.

"So-sorry, sir." Before my gaze could fall, Arthur pinched my chin. A deceptive kind of compulsion. Of course, this was a blessing in disguise. His hazel pupils resembled eternal twilight. How calming compared to the expanse of silent sky behind him.

"I will not take my own life," he whispered flatly.

I blinked rapidly. "Ah… okay, sorry for being so rude to you."

The distance between reality was further shattered by a brief, hollow laugh. "Not entirely wrong. Besides, I was already dying."

"Excuse me?"

Arthur held one of my shoulders, looking down dejectedly. "Before I run out, I want to leave all this wealth behind." He looked up, smoothing his hair, leaving behind a natural sexiness, while I, dumbfounded, understood with trepidation.

"Tomorrow dawns. I've decided to start anew, living a simple life and raising Leon. You, yes, your last duty was to speak your mind a few minutes ago. I died jumping with Leon. You're the only one who knows the truth. You'd better keep it a secret if you don't want your life to be pursued by the elite." His deep voice and the long sentences are making me even more dizzy.

"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning.

"Ah, don't worry about the severance pay-"

I began to understand. "You think Baby Leon deserves it? Simplicity? Peace? But, letting your enemy win again?" I interrupted, not caring how it ended. Besides, if tonight really was going to be my last, I wanted to leave with no regrets. An emotional turmoil surged from the depths of trauma. There was nothing I hated more than someone who gave up on their life: someone who gave in, but at the same time sacrificed the innocent. From the stern frown and sharpened gaze, I knew this was a blow to my boss. The man's Adam's apple bobbed, and for some reason, just watching him felt like I was swallowing a bitter pill.

"Do you want to help me?"

I looked up, the gaze gradually becoming calm. P-pardon me?"

"The only way is to have someone by my side. Someone I choose. Because you know the kind of work I handle," he explained.

The tranquil atmosphere of the private cabin suddenly felt cramped. I swallowed hard.

"Why? Are you looking down on my work?"

"Of course not!" I snapped, "You're not collecting beautiful women to exploit them, and they're not prostitutes! You're educating them, improving their lives, and giving them new opportunities with amazing partners!"

The corner of Arthur's lips curled up. "Miss Nina Amora, be Lady-my whole."

My heart skipped a beat as Arthur picked me up. The automatic door swung open, and we were thrust into the harsh sea breeze. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Arthur kept me securely in his lap. My brain instantly froze, my blood rushing, and my body shivering as Arthur tilted his head. All I could do was avoid his gaze. As if scanning diamonds, he followed my pupils, trying to meet his gaze.

"Are you ready?" he asked again.

"Y-yes," I replied, bowing my head. "Just don't talk about severance pay."

Arthur's index finger caressed my temple. "This is your first time, right? Because you took good care of Leon-" His palm moved to the back of my neck. "I'll take good care of you, too."

The warmly lit room dimmed completely. My eyelids fluttered open, falling onto Arthur's soft, wet lips. He gently guided our kiss. But I couldn't help myself, and I slid down onto the bed, wrestling with the tangled blankets and messy pillows.

I felt the cool linen soak into my thighs. Arthur's fingers wandered up, tugging at my panties. The accidental touch alone elicited an embarrassed moan. The faint, gentle vibration of the ship's engine felt even cooler.

“Mmh.. euh…” Arthur had opened his zipper.

"AHH!"

There was no longer a barrier between us, leaving me tense from head to toe. The overwhelming feeling that had just entered me was a true sense of safety. Finally, a part of me was touched by warmth. Hands held me, keeping me safe. Although it left a little sting, this kind of suffering was a thousand times better.

"It's okay," Arthur sighed, "just take it slow."

I followed her lead, moving back and forth in a thrilling ride. Gradually, our breathing became less calm than the night waves. It was no more prolonged agony. I'd forgotten how to feel pain. There was only the explosive pleasure in my heart. Even my insides tingled with happiness.

The sheer curtains swayed gently with my movements atop Arthur. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls revealed my reflection in a place I never expected: lording it over a man who controlled the love affairs of a group of elites.

How could such an extraordinary man touch my body, scarred by suffering? While I was gripped by anxiety, I was still lost. The world spun for a moment. Now Arthur was on top of me, ready to ravish me in a perfect cradle.

"Sir, wait." A nervous grip prevented her fingers from snapping the two remaining buttons on my shirt. "I'm not worthy to stand beside you, Sir."

"Clamp your thighs tighter around me," he said.

So foolish, I did that.

“Ugh… yeah…” Arthur curved a rare smile. "This is why you're perfect to be My Lady."

"But, my body… You might be disappointed if you see it in full. I have a lot of scars," I said.

"Your strong legs are enough," he said flatly, running his fingers up my leg and down my thigh until I bit my lip. "Being Grand-Lady is going to be a lot of work. So, I wanted to encourage you."

My grip loosened for a second, and Arthur nipped at the buttons of my shirt. His lips brushed the supple mounds that had been making it difficult to breathe—the most extensive support felt tight. At least my stomach was flat and didn't weigh me down as I ran from the debt collectors.

"Uhh, ohhh!" I groaned, squeezing the pillow, while Arthur squeezed me mercilessly, devouring and sucking me into a whirlpool of pleasure. Arthur panted. The thrusts bombarded the wet valley again, where I wanted to release everything. I didn't want to stop. However, the explosion inside me was hard to contain. The whispers of pleading were instead heard as cheers of encouragement clashed with the creaking of the bed frame.

"Sir… sir, hhh, nghh!"

Arthur's biceps lifted my legs, which were clamped around his hips, and he kept shaking them. "Does this turn you on?"

"Mmhh, yeah…"

I writhed even more, overwhelmed by the stirrings that surged through my stomach, spreading to my heart.

"I'm gonna your spot."

"Sir, please… AHHH!

After a warm rush had engulfed my entire being, Arthur relaxed, resting his temples on the mounds of my breasts. He could probably hear the pounding of my heart, filled with satisfaction and ambition.

"Welcome to S.X Academy, My Grand Lady."

Like it or not, some abandon morality in an increasingly harsh world. Nothing is black and white anymore. What we consider white can suddenly turn black, and vice versa. My parents were supposed to keep me clean, but instead, they left a dark trail of debt. Even if they both died with regrets, it wouldn't be enough for me.

Before boarding this luxury cruise ship, I no longer dared to label people. Arthur Moric is a controversial name in France. As I recall, three years ago, there was a demonstration in front of parliament against the government's legalization of the business of selling "women" to billionaires. Although based on individual will and bound by contract, activists considered it a blatant act of exploitation.

However, the S.X. union soon emerged publicly to oppose the activists. They argued that this was the only safe haven compared to starving to death on the streets. Arthur only joined this year, and they operate in the Caribbean, specifically Saint-Barthélemy. It's said to be a billionaire's paradise.

Perhaps my nervousness was evident in the way I held Baby Leon. Usually, this little angel wriggles gently in the morning, but now he's writhing vigorously with a faint whimper. Thankfully, he doesn't cry. A handsome seven-month-old, a truly peaceful baby. Every time I think I'm pathetic, it turns out this little one has been abandoned by his mother and just ran away.

"Are you really tired of being tossed around? Baby Leon is handsome?"

"Should I help you take off your clothes, hm?"

A deep, intimidating voice sounded from the doorway. It was Arthur Moric.