However, as a servant, there was no way to resist not following orders.
Eventually, I approached right in front of the duke.
“You… Huu.”
The duke was about to say something, but furrowed his brow and let out a long breath.
“Did you perhaps spray perfume that women use?”
Chloe’s eyes widened at the duke’s words that followed after a brief pause.
“What? Woman? No! What are you saying!”
Chloe inadvertently raised her voice in an instant.
Perfume? And women’s perfume at that.
Every day was already walking on thin ice for fear of being discovered as a woman, why would she be crazy enough to spray such a thing!
The duke raised one eyebrow and stared at Chloe.
It seemed like he was asking, “Did you just yell at me?”
“I’m sorry! It was so strange to say I sprayed women’s perfume.”
Chloe quickly bowed her head.
“…”
She could feel the duke’s piercing gaze on the crown of her head.
In the silence that continued for a few seconds, Chloe felt cold sweat rising from her crown where the duke’s gaze touched.
“If you didn’t spray perfume, then what is this smell…”
The duke said something that was unclear whether it was a question or a mumble to himself.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“From you…”
Chloe kept her head bowed and slightly raised her eyes to look intently at the duke.
‘What about me?’
“Well, that can’t be.”
Side effect? The duke mumbled barely audibly and finally ordered her to leave.
“Yes!”
Chloe left the duke’s office with her tail between her legs.
Side effect?
Side effect of a one-night mistake?
Chloe couldn’t understand what the duke’s mumbling meant, so she decided to think she had misheard it.
“Strange.”
Hugrey muttered, looking at the door Clyne had left through.
Every human has their own unique body odor.
That’s why he kept a certain distance from any human.
It wasn’t that he felt aversion to every human’s body odor, but he thought it was better to keep his distance from everyone and not show likes or dislikes rather than revealing them.
Of course, just because he kept a physical distance didn’t mean his sensitive sense of smell didn’t detect the body odor of others in the same room at all.
It just meant he smelled it less.
But strangely, Clyne Liden didn’t have any body odor. So there was no irritation from body odor either.
That’s why.
He allowed a new, unverified servant to work as an attendant right by his side.
Of course, primarily it was because he had the rare ability to speak the language of the Kingdom of Tigrium, but no matter how qualified he was, if his unpleasant body odor had irritated his nerves, he would never have made him an attendant.
However, as a result of actually using him as an attendant, that guy had surprisingly many aspects that were unservant-like.
In dressing, meal service, bathing service, and all other areas, that guy was almost just blankly watching or not doing anything at all. He was like a servant who didn’t know even the first letter of “service”. Always standing too far away to provide proper service.
With such an attitude, if he had worked as an attendant elsewhere, wouldn’t he have been kicked out in a day?
As for him, that’s exactly what he liked about it.
Because he didn’t get in the way trying to serve everything from A to Z like ordinary attendants.
Because it was comfortable, as if he was there but not there.
That’s how it had been, but…
Why is he suddenly emitting a stronger body odor than other humans?
From the moment Clyne first entered the room, there was an enticing smell that made every cell flinch. A smell that he hadn’t detected at all until a few days ago when he reported he was going on vacation.
While giving instructions to Joyce, it wasn’t certain as it was mixed with Joyce’s body odor, but when Joyce passed by Clyne on his way out, the body odor that washed over him made him feel momentarily choked up and dizzy.
Because the body odor coming from Clyne was so sweet.
Ha! Body odor… sweet…!
What’s wrong with my mind?
Had I ever felt another person’s body odor as enticing in the first place?
No, I hadn’t. Not once except for that woman I had imprinted on.
So this was really strange.
To feel the same thrill I felt with that woman last night, from a male attendant.
Unless something had gone wrong with my senses while imprinting on a woman, it made no sense to be reminded of the imprinted woman’s body odor from a man.
Regardless of man or woman, it was impossible to receive the same feeling from another human that I had received from the imprinted partner.
Is it possible that as the wolf blood has thinned over generations, it has caused a change in the characteristics of imprinting?
Or is the aftermath of imprinting causing some temporary hallucination?
If only it were something like that.
“Haa… this doesn’t make sense.”
A self-deprecating sigh that he had held back in front of Joyce and Clyne burst out.
It was an impossible wish for the characteristics of imprinting to change.
Because even if almost all other characteristics have disappeared, the characteristic of imprinting has been stubbornly inherited.
Damn imprinting.
The problem started with the spring heat that came earlier than expected while heading to the villa.
Before the suppressant I had taken just before could spread through my body, the oil in the inn room lamp ran out, and I went out to tell the owner about it.
But at that moment, a woman was walking down the dark hallway.
I don’t know if the imprinting target is usually determined so suddenly, without any warning or sign.
It felt like the woman’s powerful body odor was penetrating and overwhelming his body to the point of dizziness.
He lost his reason in an unbelievably instant and was drawn to the woman.
But even then, he still had his reason.
Because he tried to somehow avoid the woman, feeling the crisis of wanting to pounce on her right away.
I’m sure that’s how it was.
If only the woman hadn’t thrown herself into his arms, seemingly responding to his heat, as excited as he was, couldn’t he have safely overcome that crisis?
Anyway, it was after taking the suppressant, so if he had endured just a little longer.
However, the woman burrowed into his arms as if she had been waiting, and his instincts had no choice but to succumb to that powerful body odor.
Once the rampage began, the effect of the suppressant was instantly neutralized.
To prevent such an unfortunate incident, he had been extremely avoiding women.
But inwardly, he had a subtle confidence in himself.
Although he avoided women to lower the risk, he thought he would actually imprint on a female wolf shifter worthy of love. That he would have that much discernment and reason.
In fact, the reason wolf shifters could maintain a powerful force comparable to lion and tiger shifters was because they had best maintained the blood of shifters.
Because they had made efforts to minimize unions with humans due to the characteristic of imprinting.
So of course, he too had to imprint on a wolf shifter.
Moreover, wasn’t he an alpha!
The leader of the wolf shifters, and an alpha with the duty to produce the next alpha heir.
But that belief was shattered like this.
What discernment and reason!
That night, he was just a male in heat with nothing else in sight.
The self-loathing that had already washed over him dozens of times came again, not diminishing in size.
In the end, he was nothing more than a wolf pup with only instincts left.
Having imprinted, it’s impossible to not only produce an heir but even share a bed with anyone other than that woman.
Of course, the impossibility of sharing a bed wasn’t such a big problem.
He could live suppressing his heat with suppressants like he had until now.
The really serious problem was that now that he had imprinted, he couldn’t even endure with suppressants anymore.
When the heat comes, he would feel a thirst for his imprinted partner so severe it would consume his mind.
While suffering from the pain of unfulfilled desire.
Damn it.
Just imagining that he might not be able to find the woman again was already making his throat dry.
“I must find her.”
It wasn’t the time to be confused by the body odor of an attendant.
Once imprinted, the heat no longer comes only once a year in spring, but every month.
To avoid going mad or dying from the pain, he had to find the imprinted woman before the next heat came, no matter what.
[This is the timeline separator]Chloe, who had returned to her room without staggering with desperate will, collapsed onto the bed as if falling.
But contrary to the expectation that she would fall asleep right away if she lay down, her mind was clear.
It must have been because she was too excited or nervous.
She lifted her arm and sniffed it.
“What smell? What smell does he say I have? Why is he acting so scary?”
She had fled from that room at dawn while the duke was washing.
How fortunate it was that she had miraculously come to her senses even at that moment when she faintly heard the sound of water while half-asleep.
She could barely walk, let alone stand, but she forced herself to return to the duke’s residence.
At least knowing that the duke would be away from the residence for a few days, she expected to be able to rest for a few days.
But strangely, the duke who was supposed to be away from the residence for a few days returned to the residence almost at the same time as her.
Come to think of it, it was strange that the duke was at that crumbling inn in Arne in the first place.
As if he had been waiting there to have an accident with her.
Though that couldn’t be.
Anyway, it was the worst coincidence of coincidences.
“Oh my, my whole body…”
Her already aching body hurt even more.
It seemed that mental fatigue was exacerbating physical fatigue.
I’m crazy, I’m crazy.
Chloe tore at her wig.
What’s the use of wearing this stuffy wig, covering her face with glasses, tightly binding her chest with cloth, and wearing several layers of clothes so that her body flutters inside the clothes to disguise as a man.
To spend the night like that with the duke, who should least of all discover her male disguise…
The image of the duke who seemed to have only instincts left and her own equally excited appearance came vividly to mind.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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