Thank You For The Confinement, Grand Duke! - Chapter 4
Translator and Editor: Effe and Nabi
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Chapter 4
“Come to think of it, how long is this chain?”
Judging by the situation, it seemed unlikely that I’d be able to leave the room.
…Could I freely move around within this room?
I examined the clanking chain, which appeared to be quite long, but… I attempted to shake my limbs to assess the extent of my mobility, yet I couldn’t quite determine it.
Rising from the bed, I cautiously placed my feet on the floor to investigate. Thanks to the carpet covering the entire floor, it wasn’t uncomfortable to tread upon with bare feet. The soft sensation enveloping my feet was pleasant to feel.
While it was certainly enjoyable… I couldn’t help but think about how challenging it would be to clean.
They were going to have a hard time. There wasn’t even a vacuum cleaner here, and it would be quite laborious to keep this large carpet free of dust. Like hair, it would accumulate a substantial amount of dust particles.
Oh, right. It didn’t matter as I wasn’t the one who needed to clean it now?
“Umm, it’s soft but ticklish.”
I playfully swung my feet, reveling in the softness of the microfiber blanket. It was a familiar yet newfound delight, capturing my attention completely. After a few gentle wiggles, I returned my feet to the ground and stood up this time.
Hmm. It wasn’t that I was unable to walk, but the weight of the chain was simply too burdensome.
Clearly… this chain was installed after the third escape attempt.
In the original story, Chaperil managed to escape on three separate occasions. How in the world did she accomplish such feats with her slender frame? I felt like I’d witnessed it before, but the specifics elude my memory.
There was another subsequent scene, and that was…
Hmmm.
By the way, even if I were to ask him to let me go, he wouldn’t comply because he still doubted me, right? So perhaps, it would be more effective to ask for a lighter restraint.
Would he listen to such a suggestion?
“Ah.”
Come to think of it, I forgot an important confirmation.
Where was the bathroom?
Looking back, I’ve never seen a humiliation play like ur*lagnia. The book introduction only mentioned the warning against a coercive relationship, so engaging in any intimate activities on the bed and then cleaning up afterward would definitely be inappropriate.
Even in typical Western-style novels, modern settings like flush toilets are often depicted instead of adhering strictly to medieval historical accuracy…
As I glanced around, I found a door right next to the bed.
Ah, could this be the bathroom? Judging by the length of the chain and the proximity of the bed to the door, it seemed quite evident.
Curiosity piqued, I opened the door to reveal what lay beyond.
“Oohh…”
I unknowingly let out an exclamation.
The first thing I saw right in front of me was a mirror. Even in the context of the Middle Ages, I wondered if such items like mirrors and glass were even available, considering their usual rarity and high cost.
At first glance, the bathroom had a luxurious ambiance, akin to that of a mansion in Korea, despite the absence of tiled walls and floors.
However, what truly astonished me was the reflection staring back at me.
“…Crazy, really! How can such beauty exist?”
It was ‘me—in other words—Chaperil, the female protagonist of this romance-fantasy story. The sight was captivating, with a luminosity befitting the role.
If I tried to make gray hair like this in Korea, my hair would be irreparably damaged.
I delicately twirled my fingers around the soft, lustrous strands, marveling at their thin yet resilient texture, similar to white silk. Though the clinking of the chain remained bothersome, I had grown accustomed to it. Moreover, the sensation of my fingers gliding through the hair brought a contented smile to my face.
I suppose I could easily lose track of time for three hours in this state?
Besides, these eyes…
They radiated a bright, gleaming allure resembling a pomegranate seed glimpsed through a slightly parted gap, devoid of any unsettling intensity. Although I had never seen real rubies in person, I imagined that eyes modified to resemble them would be called ‘ruby eyes.’
On top of that, the combination of the moistness in my eyes and the subtle downward tilt, cognate of a peculiar smile, created a harmonious effect.
The overall appearance was so captivating that it evoked images of a cute rabbit or a playful puppy.
Still, it was undoubtedly the most unrealistic thing.
“…What is the size of your face?”
A CD would completely cover the face!
…Well, that was a little exaggerated.
Could it be due to the white hair and fair complexion? I appeared strangely small. In addition, the face I beheld possessed a flawless, delicately contoured oval shape—one rarely encountered even in advertisements for cosmetic surgery.
“Is this really my face…?”
As I took a step forward to take a closer look, the beautiful woman in front of me also drew closer.
That was right because it was a mirror. It was very obvious, but it made me happy again.
Despite standing directly in front of the mirror, not a single pore or imperfection was visible on my skin. Could such flawless beauty withstand the scrutiny of even the highest quality televisions these days, no, even in the clearer picture quality to come in the future, without revealing any hint of humiliation?
Curiously, I lifted my hand and lightly caressed my face. Compared to my petite hands, my fingers extended gracefully and delicately traced along my jawline.
…Crazy.
Even the fingers and nails were pretty?
I wished there were nail art in this world. It was a pity that nothing was decorating such a perfect nail shape. Originally, if my nails were like this, I would have gotten basic care.
No, I wouldn’t actually want to, but it wouldn’t be my money.
On top of that, the wrinkles on my knuckles and the half-moon-shaped marks on my nails fascinated me, accentuating the perfection of my hands.
What about the cheeks… well, they were no need to mention it.
They were incredibly soft, surpassing even the carpet I had experienced earlier, which boasted the most exquisite texture I had ever encountered. Regardless of where or how I touched them, they yielded with a plushness that felt as if my hands were melting.
Enthralled by this sensation, I indulged in gently caressing my cheeks for a while.
“…Um, is this a bit perverted?”
It was so pretty that if I continued doing this, it looked like I was playing around…
It felt strange because the awareness that it was someone else’s body was still stronger than the awareness that it was my body.
Yes, let’s just end here. Let’s look at it more later.
From my point of view, it felt as if three days could effortlessly pass by just by admiring and reveling in this perfect beauty. Still, the notion of spending three whole days simply gazing at myself in the mirror felt peculiar.
While it felt natural to be captivated by this face, when I contemplated my original appearance…
Ah, should I try on some pretty garments as well?
Merely the thought of pairing a beautiful dress with this flawless beauty brought a sense of joy, like trying to play with dolls that I couldn’t even do when I was young.
My grandmother, who always said to have no money, never purchased proper toys for me. Meanwhile, my younger brother had an abundance of playthings, such as robots, building blocks, and Legos. It was only when my brother grew tired of his toys that they would be handed down to me with a remark about not wanting them to go to waste.
It was fun on its own, but I couldn’t let go of my lingering attachment to dolls.
After school, I would cling to the stationery store’s window, fixated on the dolls for hours. I must have stared at them with intense longing, as even the store owner would eventually kick me out.
— If you’re not going to buy it, go kid. If you do that, the other kids will get scared and run away.
Even though the owner said so, he may have been afraid that I might steal it.
The scruffy child that was sniffling.
Well, to tell the truth, even after that, I would occasionally stare at the showcase from afar without the uncle’s knowledge even if I had to go home and do housework as grandmother told me to do.
Now that I think about it, I was really immature.
“…Well, let’s stop thinking gloomy. Now I have no reason to go back there.”
Though was this a nightgown? It fitted well, but even this one was too white as if other colors were not allowed.
This garment wasn’t the typical sheer slip one would find in romantic-fantasy novels, but it still appeared quite delicate. With my pretty face and innocent atmosphere, it suited me well. However, it also felt somewhat plain.
While it allowed for easy movement, I had no intentions of going to work, so what if it was a bit inconvenient? Rather, I want to try on pretty clothes.
The glimpses of leather shackles and gray chains that peeked through the fabric seemed even more out of place. They stood as the only colors amidst my all-white appearance.
As I turned around and observed my reflection in the mirror, my attention was drawn to my wavy hair. Perhaps I should request not only a dress but also some jewelry. With my white hair, any colored accessory would compliment me, so it would be nice to experiment with different hairstyles as well.
“Hmm.”
I tried to tuck it behind my ear, but it was so soft that it slipped out. Would it be better if I put some water on it?
It was when I turned on the faucet in the sink with that thought in mind—
“Ah…!”
—I could hear an ominous yet familiar sound somewhere.
Suddenly, memories of the past came to mind.
In our house, the shower was connected to the faucet, which meant that if I didn’t adjust the lever properly, water would gush down from above.
While everyone else in the family managed just fine, my younger brother often neglected to turn the lever after his shower, resulting in me getting splashed with water more often than not, as we spent the most time using it.
As I heard a sound reminiscent of those moments, I unconsciously squeezed my eyes shut.
Unerringly, my sense of foreboding proved to be true once again.
“Uuh, cold!”
I screamed as the water cascaded over my body, and took a step back without even realizing it.
However, realizing that the water wouldn’t stop flowing at this rate, I reached out my hand again. It took me a moment to fumble and find the faucet, finally managing to shut off the water, but by then, I resembled a drenched mouse.
D*mn. It felt uncomfortable with my clothes clinging to my body.
Come to think of it, why hasn’t a maid appeared? In most romantic-fantasy novels, maids always make an appearance. Maybe I should ask for them soon…
Whoa, crazy.
Beautiful even when wet.
Typically, people who looked good when wet was considered to be the best of it all, and Chaperil fitted that description perfectly. In fact, something that could be called a quaint vibe was added to her appearance, making her truly captivating.
Was there really no flaw in Chaperil’s beauty? Oh, my God.
“Is there a problem?!”
The next moment, someone ran into the bathroom.
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