My Servant System 소설 & 이야기

"My own path?... But, my place is where you are, I'm your servant, my life belongs to you" Yes, I'm just a stray dog picked up from the streets, the mercy and kindness that this person shows to me is more than enough payment... I don't deserve to yearn for more... "... I see, it makes me happy that you think that way, Domi" That's all I needed to hear... I'll stick up with my original plan and turn down Herion's proposal. I arrived a servant, so I'll live and die a servant. The spotlight was never meant for people like me... My previous life made it clear...

— It's just the diary. I look at the shelf. I get up and get another one. Equals. The diary of a Servant named Rawa. She served men. The next one is from a servant named Justa. She served the men on the continent. Daily. Daily. Servants serving tribal leaders. These are the diaries of the last Servants of the Goddess sent to the continent. And I could bet that this Goen wasn't the only one who served them sexually either. After all, wasn't that why the Goddess decided to break up with them?

KEILAH "What?" I asked, his words not registering in my mind yet. Servant? "I said—be my servant. Is that too hard to comprehend?" he asked. "But, why me?" I asked. "I didn't do anything wrong to you." He chuckled coldly, taking a step forward. I felt his body right in front of me, yet I couldn't move. The power he was emanating was too much that it made me weak in the knees. "You said you'd do anything, right?"

"Obviously, Asher didn't brief you guys well that day" "Maybe you should do the briefing" I rolled my eyes. He sighed. "First and foremost, they are not slaves but servants" "The last time I checked that's almost the same thing" "Well, it's not. Let's just say the money a person is bought at is just like the money you keep in a fixed deposit account, with time it accumulates" "The male servants work in the factories, not just our factories but so many other factories. Our company is well known for supply of human labor. Some even travel abroad"

“Here, my king; this gives the statement of royalty. Do you like it?” I bit down on the cuss words that wanted to run out of my throat. I took a calming breath and looked closely at the servant. I hadn’t seen him before, and he looked so enthusiastic to be working. It’s a pity that the zeal is about to be cut short. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “It’s Archer,” the servant replied, smiling. “Good. You’re fired” I said and walked out of the dressing room, Marcus, my beta, following closely behind me.

A cat that swallows more than it can chew chokes on its own ambition. I remembered that day clearly. How livid I was when I heard those words. "Eva, do not do anything you would regret. Let's not forget our place. We are servants, and our purpose is to live and die while serving the king. Do not have any other thoughts." Servants. Servants. That was all I had ever heard my entire life. I was just a servant—someone who could never rise above my rank, someone who could never be more. But did I want to accept that fate?

She jumps violently. — Oh my God! Fear crosses her features, and I see her breath quicken. I remain silent, still dominating her with my piercing gaze. Then, slowly, I uncross my arms and move closer to her. She instinctively steps back. An almost imperceptible smile touches my lips. — You still cook this late, servant? I ask, my deep voice finally breaking the silence. She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. She’s flustered. And me… I love it.

‘Finally, the little demon has fallen. He cleared his throat, adjusting himself pridefully in his chair. The joy of winning her the second time was boundless. “Since you have realized your mistake, you will have to—-” “Don't worry, I will do anything you ask for, sir.” She interrupted, the word “sir” felt so heavy on her tongue to say. “Mmhmm.” He nodded, a sarcastic glint in his eyes. “Good girl. Then from now on, you will be my personal servant. You will attend to me at all time without complains, and—-”

I tensed when he asked that, I was hoping he would not ask. What do I tell him? For my alpha, that sounds weird, it would have been better if I were saying for my mate or for my boyfriend. For my alpha sounds, I sighed, it does sound like am just a slave running errands for his master and that is who I am. “They are for my alpha,” I answered then left him standing there not giving him a chance to question me more.

“You want me to clean your house.” “I want you where you belong.” “And where is that?” I whispered. He didn’t hesitate. “Not in boardrooms. Not in executive meetings. Not under the Hayes Global logo.” His gaze dropped deliberately, then returned to my eyes. “Here.” “As what?” I asked, even though I already knew. “As someone who serves.” The silence that followed felt suffocating,. “I will not be your servant-,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort,. “You already are,” he replied coolly. “At least this way, you get paid.”