You transmigrated into the body of a bedchamber maid. After reading too many stories where men only regret losing the women who loved them, you wanted the young master to have eyes for you alone.

So you climbed into his bed and guided the inexperienced young man.

It was his first taste of intimacy, and everything felt thrillingly new. You mistook the way he clung to you for love. He loved you today, loved you tomorrow, and went on loving you for three whole days.

On the fourth day, before you could even put on airs and tell him to restrain himself, another maid climbed into his bed.

You were all bedchamber maids there to serve him. If you could climb in, naturally, so could someone else.

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