Villain Simulator-Chapter 85: Old Maid’s Expert Brainwashing

General POV:

—A day ago.

"Bye, take care; call me when you’re free."

"Okay, I will, and you too should take care."

Finally, after kissing Sylvia on the forehead and almost melting her body in his arms, Adrian left, closing the door on his way out.

Click!

Now, in her bed, Sylvia was left all alone, her body still tingling from the intensity of the love she had made with Adrian last night.

She was starring at the fancy ceiling of her hotel room alone, reminiscing in the aftermath and recalling how her heart had opened up to him in ways she had never imagined.

But now that he had left, she couldn’t help but also feel a wave of vulnerability wash over her.

For some reason, all of a sudden, the room started to feel colder to her and the air thicker, with a sense of loneliness hanging heavily around her.

Like the fading warmth of a departing sunrise, his absence after their passionate lovemaking left Sylvia in the chilling embrace of loneliness.

She needed him, especially now that he was no longer by her side.

Emptiness crept back into her heart, and she tried to shake off these negative thoughts.

"No, no, what am I thinking?"

However, regardless of her efforts, the emptiness only grew more apparent.

’I should take a bath and get fresh,’ she decided.

But as she tried to move, a sharp pain in her body made her gasp in agony.

"Hiss!"

She sucked in a breath of cold air and got back in bed again.

"Sigh! It looks like I have to wait for the maid."

Before leaving, Adrian told her that he would send a private maid to take care of her.

So now the helpless Sylvia, unable to move, could only wait for the maid and hope that she would arrive soon.

However, as if fate were mocking her, no matter how long she waited, the maid didn’t come.

It was also then that Sylvia suddenly felt discomfort in her nether region.

The comfort faded and was replaced by an urgent need.

"I need to pee!"

Minutes ticked by painfully slowly as Sylvia lay on the bed, holding her desire to pee.

Every passing moment made her wish more fervently for the arrival of the maid.

The pain in her body, particularly in her pussy and bladder, became unbearable.

"Fuck!"

She felt torn between the desire to relieve herself or to wait, but instead of a solution, another realization dawned on her.

It was the fact that she had to open the door when the maid would arrive.

"Ah! Shit, why only do I have to suffer like this?"

With each passing second, her patience wore thinner, and the urgency of her physical needs became uncontrollable.

Finally, unable to control herself any longer, she mustered every ounce of strength she had left, struggling to rise from the bed.

"Hisss!!!"

Pain shot through her as if her skin were on fire, but she pressed on.

"Uh!"

There was no other choice.

Sylvia’s determination finally propelled her to the bathroom, where she managed to relieve herself, albeit with great difficulty.

Afterward, she changed her clothes and tried to wash away the traces of last night’s lovemaking, all while the pain still pulsed through her.

’I wish Adrian was here.’

Losing their virginity was an extremely, emotionally significant experience for a girl.

It was a time they most desired emotional support, understanding, and reassurance from their partners.

Sylvia was also in a similar situation.

’If only he had stayed, for just one day.’

Her thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of emotions, and she longed for him to hold her and reassure her that everything was alright.

It wasn’t just a physical need but also an emotional one.

For her, losing her virginity was like an emotional journey she had embarked upon that left her feeling exposed and raw.

Therefore, his presence, which could give her comfort and support through her emotional storm, was crucial.

In that moment, in such a state, she yearned for Adrian.

Sadly for Sylvia, she wasn’t meant to be blessed by it today, and even she understood that fact.

"Come on, Sylvia, hold yourself together; it isn’t all his fault; it’s all for a better tomorrow; everything will be alright now that I am his... right?"

Sylvia started while patting her cheeks, all cheered up, but reaching the end, she couldn’t help but ask herself in doubt and hesitation.

She remembered how, in the heat of the moment, she had confessed to him, but...

"He didn’t reply back."

Adrian didn’t tell her if he loved her back or not.

That was why, now, she all the more needed the reassurance that their connection was something more than just a fleeting moment.

Unfortunately, there was no one near her who could give her this reassurance.

No matter how Sylvia tried to delude herself, she knew that he, in fact, didn’t love her.

"I am just his plaything."

Recalling what she meant to him, Sylvia slumped down on the floor, clutching her head.

"How can I be such a fool?"

Unlike earlier, when she was high on emotions, now that she was alone and calmed down, she couldn’t help but curse herself for her hasty decision.

Yet it was she who asked him to do everything to her.

It was she herself who presented herself to him, and everything else was also what she did on her own.

"It’s all my fault."

That was why she couldn’t even blame him and could only curse herself for her present situation.

For this strange feeling of emptiness in her heart.

But it was then, before Sylvia could drown in depression, that...

Ding-dong.

Her room’s doorbell rang, and she snapped out of her daydream, immediately speculating on who might be at her door at this hour.

"It must be that bitch maid."

Sylvia was angry that the maid took so long to arrive, but also a little relieved that now she would have someone to help in a moment when she needed it most.

Nevertheless, she decided that no matter the case, she would certainly scold that maid and make a complaint about her to Adrian.

In her mind, without even seeing the maid, she had made a bad image of her and sentenced her punishment.

However, contrary to what she had imagined, the old maid, Mrs. Thompson, proved to be kinder than Sylvia had expected.

She entered the room with a kind smile on her face and a trolley of food with her.

Then immediately, she bowed down to Sylvia and apologized in the most sincere voice.

"I am sorry, Young Lady, for coming so late to your care, but Young Master especially ordered me, and I was on leave today, so I had to rush back from my home, and I got late."

"Y-Young lady?"

The sudden title startled Sylvia, and for a brief moment, she even lost track of her obligation to reprimand the maid.

But opposite to her, the old maid continued to smile kindly as if she had expected the reaction, and she nodded.

"Yes, you’re the Young Master’s woman, so of course you’re the Young Lady; he has already explained to me everything."

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Hearing those words, sweet butterflies danced in Sylvia’s stomach, and she felt giddy.

Instantly, she forgot everything and welcomed the maid in, which was also how her interaction with Mrs. Thompson started.

....

"Let me give you a bath, Young Lady."

Having completed the breakfast, when Mrs.Thompson insisted on taking her to the bath, Sylvia hesitated.

"N-no, actually, I have already freshened up."

Her reluctance was partly due to the lingering pain, but when Mrs. Thompson took her to the bath regardless, Sylvia realized the reason behind the maid’s insistence.

’Ugh! So good.’

The hot water bath that Mrs. Thompson prepared and the massage she gave Sylvia’s whole body were nothing short of heavenly.

As Sylvia relaxed into the soothing warmth, all her tension and pain began to melt away.

It was an experience that felt out of this world, something she had never imagined she could have.

After the bath, Mrs. Thompson continued to care for Sylvia’s every little need.

She served food with a motherly touch and always made sure Sylvia’s preferences were met.

She even brought various forms of entertainment to keep Sylvia occupied.

Consequentially, in just a single day, the bond between Sylvia and Mrs. Thompson grew unexpectedly strong.

It felt as if they had known each other since childhood, and Sylvia found herself trusting the maid more than she ever thought possible.

Eventually, that evening, as Mrs. Thompson gently massaged Sylvia’s head, Sylvia decided to ask what she had been concerned about.

"Mrs. Thompson."

Sylvia spoke, her voice soft.

"You know Adrian from a long time, right? Can you tell me, like, does he have many girls?"

"Haha, so that’s what was concerning our Young Lady."

Mrs. Thompson chuckled playfully, and Sylvia’s face flushed red in shame.

Fortunately, the old maid soon spoke again, relieving Sylvia of her embarrassment.

"No, Young Master, don’t get involved in such things. Despite all his wealth, power, and fame, he is very down to earth."

The maid continued, her voice soft, as if recalling those happy times.

"Young Master is proud, but he works hard for it. Despite what it looks like, he has a lot on his shoulders. But still, he is very kind-hearted. Especially to his own people."

"Own people?"

Sylvia asked curiously as if she had grasped the crux of the matter, and in response to her, the old maid spoke quietly in Sylvia’s ear.

"Yes, as long as you submit to him and become his, he will cherish you the most."

Her voice and words were like a devil’s whisper, immediately entrapping Sylvia in their intricately set trap.

"That’s how he is to his own people. Just imagine he is like this to his servants; then what about a girl he has a physical relationship with?"

"..."

Hearing those words, Sylvia finally went silent and got lost in deep thought.

Noticing this, the old maid also didn’t disturb her; she just smiled kindly.

But where none could see, for a moment her eyes flashed with an evil, mocking glint that disappeared before even a ghost could catch it as she murmured playfully in her heart

’Oh, "tiptoe through the tulips"... this song Young Master gave me is quite eerie... and good, hehe.’

....

Time passed just like that, and the day changed as Mrs. Thompson continued to feed Sylvia’s brain with her own medicine called "The Great Young Master."

The more Sylvia heard her, the more the seed of subservience that Adrian had planted in her heart grew.

And when that seed was almost about to sprout, Sylvia got a call—his call.

But instead of ’hello’ and ’hii’ that she had expected, what she heard was a straightforward question.

"Hey! Sylvia. Tomorrow, let’s go to a dungeon; you want revenge on those three girls, right?"

Hearing about those girls, immediately, memories that Sylvia had subconsciously suppressed in her heart erupted like a volcano.

Those girls who took everything away from her

Those girls who left Sylvia with no home, no friends, no family, and no money

Those girls—they were Sylvia’s life-and-death enemies.

A fire of fury and rage danced in her eyes, and for the first time in her life, Sylvia spoke so ferociously.

"Kill."