The surviving princess {Liskook}

Chapter 17

The next morning, the Pointy and the Big came in. Without a word, they started inspecting Lisa’s body, lifting her clothes as usual.

“See? If they had done it last night, her lower half wouldn’t look this clean.”

“He still hasn’t touched her. They’ve even sent people away.”

“Who would want to sire children with this? Most likely he doesn’t get aroused at the sight of her naked body. Anyway, we’re to keep an eye on her for the time being…”

Listening to their whispered conversation, Lisa closed her eyes. She had endured this many times, but today it felt particularly filthy. All thanks to the shame the black-haired man had awakened in her.

When she lay quietly, they eventually left, and the morning passed peacefully.

In the afternoon, the Big returned, waking Lisa and making her wash up before sitting her at the table. Lisa picked up some bread and began munching away, then took a swig directly from the syrup jar.

Whenever there’s an opportunity to eat, it’s best to go for the fatty or sweet things first. This wisdom came from nearly starving to death several times.

She reached to grab her hair with her sticky hands but stopped and instead shook the tablecloth. Messing up the hair the man had washed yesterday would surely lead to the Big yanking out her hair during the next bath.

Now, what to do?

She hadn’t caused any significant trouble in the past few days, and Lisa’s impatience grew. She needed to do something that would make the household frown—a big, disruptive act.

Should she break something valuable? No, this household only used cheap items, like the 2 Jeres fence materials. Plus, she was being given treats made with expensive butter.

Maybe she should attack someone again. She had pulled the Pointy’s hair yesterday but hadn’t followed through, so that was inconclusive.

Wait a minute. She realized she was too unscathed recently. No injuries, even healthier than before, which made her anxious.

Upper body? Lower body? Hands? Feet? Face? She pondered and walked out of the room, checking each part in her mind.

Then she saw the stairs. It was a perfect option—not too dangerous but still effective. She walked toward them, feeling satisfied. From afar, the Big called out lazily.

“Princess, let’s go together!”

Her words were polite, likely for the sake of others, but she made no effort to hurry. Lisa turned, scrunching her nose with a laugh, and took a step.

Pretending to stumble naturally required some acting skills, so she focused on her gait. Just as she was about to let her legs give way—

“Wait, this is too dangerous. Let me carry you.”

Oh no. She hadn’t noticed the man approaching while fixating on the stairs. Her face was about to stiffen, but a habitual cackling laughter escaped reflexively. Why is this man always lurking around?

“Mrs. Dialle, I’ll take over from here. You can go rest.”

The Big, who had been watching from a distance, respectfully answered and left immediately. As Lisa fumed, the man climbed the stairs and picked her up.

“Shall we go to the greenhouse where no one else is around? It would be more comfortable.”

Comfortable, my foot. Lisa looked away, trying to show her refusal, but the man didn’t catch on to her subtle signals.