Myactuallife, where I had to admit I was a very hypersexual girl. I loved sex, and there was no shame in it! Of course, that also meant I couldn’t stay in one relationship for long periods of time because the men — boys — around me couldn’t keep up with my needs. And if I suggested an open relationship to alleviate that, it was as if I murdered their family with how disgusted they were when they viewed me.
As if they didn’t know I was a nympho? Wasn’t that what attracted them to me in the first place?
Of course, every single one of them probably thought they could “fix” me. That I’d stop wanting the sex they couldn’tprovide because they were busy or not in the mood or too tired. Newsflash, assholes, you promised me you’d tend to me when I accepted you as my boyfriend.
I realized this made me a little crazy bitch and definitely not normal. Honestly, I was hoping that the older I got, the less my needs would be. That made a lot of sense. My hormones were out of whack, maybe.
Robin placed me down on my feet inside my room, with Mia following soon after. “We’ll check on her in an hour,” he told my maid, as Reuben stood like a sentry next to him. “We’re going to check on our people in the camp and return. Miss Bea, we won’t wake you up if you’re sleeping by the time we come back.”
“We can arrange a heavy breakfast for you instead,” Reuben offered.
I waved them off like a brat. “Just go.”
Giving me one last glance, they left, and Mia went to work quickly by preparing me a wash basin and cloth before helping me out of my gaudy noble dress.
“I’m not mad at you, Mia, I promise.” I just thought I had to clarify it.
She tilted her head in confusion as she wiped down my arm with the washcloth. “Why would you be mad at me, my lady?”
I bit my lip before sighing. “In case you felt something like it.” Of course, she couldn’t read the wild thoughts circling in my mind. My mind was a little confused, because frankly it was difficult to marry the fact that I was living a false life in a body that wasn’t my own.
I had no idea what I was doing. Or saying.
Chapter Four
Mia had her own private room next to mine, while the knights had theirs across the hallway. She left when we finished cleaning me as best as one possibly could with a basin. If there was one thing I missed from the modern world, it was having accessible bathrooms everywhere.
And internet.
Thankfully, magic wasn’tthatdivorced from the concept of technology. While the setting was a vague, medieval fantasy world, and the aesthetics designed around it, technology powered by electricity inmyworld were reinvented through spells and enchantments in this one.
One of the first things I discovered was my bathroom at our manor. My bath always had warm water. I didn’t see anyone casting magic to heat it, and I realized pipe systems existed. There were mages who serviced entire villages or towns if their lord could afford it. What they did exactly was unknown to me, but it was interesting!
As I stared into the darkness, laid on this bed with the moonlight shining through a small window, I reminded myself again what I had to focus on, much like what I had been doing every night for the past two weeks.
Figure out how I got here by trying to recover my last memories in my real world. Aided with that information, figure out how to go back. Try to live an average life as a dutifuldaughter of a baron by attending a mandatory magic school for the next five years, while also making sure nobody discovers I wasn’t reallyBeatrix.
I had about five years to figure this shit out, because once I graduated, there was a two-year conscription to the Kingdom’s army, fighting the forces of the Demon Lord. I doubted my chances of survival as a mage soldier.
That said … I sure hoped as fuck it wouldn’t take me five goddamned years to get out of here. Nowthatwas enough time to acclimate yourself to a new place, as if I’d be telling myself I was very okay staying and living as Bea Havenglow until death.
Not in this lifetime.
I swiped my arms in the empty space before me, towards the ceiling, willing forsomethingto pop up. In fictional stories of people who got sent to another world, this was the time a user interface would appear, confirming they were stuck in a video game.
There was no such thing.
Didn’t stop me from trying every night, though.
Of course, ifthisweren’t a video game, maybe it was a novel. Because that genre was possible too, wasn’t it? It went something like: in the original world, I read a book, and then I got sucked into it after some shenanigans.
But I wasn’t much of a book reader. I loved playing games, though! If I were going to be stuck anywhere, why couldn’t it have been a video game? Why, god? Gods?
At least the themes were similar, giving me a general idea of how things would be. I hoped it would be uneventful for the rest of my stay here — AKA no sudden appearances of the Demon Lord, no out of this world miracles aside from my arrival, no weird events that would reveal I was not from this universe.
I could hope, right?
In the meantime, I had otherpressingmatters to attend to. Namely my pussy, which didn’t have any action since coming to this world. Two weeks of abstinence were driving me insane, and I had to do something about itsoon, without compromising the family name.
