“...Miss, is the water temperature comfortable?”
“...Miss, please watch your step.”
The maids’ voices drifted through the vast bathhouse, which spanned hundreds of square meters. Soft and soothing, like orchids in a secluded valley, they melted into the heart and left one feeling utterly at ease. At the center of the room stood a huge pool, its surface scattered with fresh rose petals. Nearby, an incense burner gave off the scent of costly incense, filling the entire room with a sweet fragrance. The water rippled with a soft splash as a petite girl slowly stepped into the pool.
The girl’s naked body looked as if it had been carved from marble: smooth as jade, without a single flaw. Her slender waist looked as though it could be circled by two hands, giving her an air of youthful innocence. Her long silver hair was like fine threads spun from pure silver, every strand gleaming with a luster that made it hard to look away. When her snowy hair spread across the surface of the water, petals settled upon it, forming a vast silver painting. It was breathtaking.
“This water’s temperature is just to my liking.”
The girl parted her vermilion lips. Her noble, reddish-purple eyes seemed to hold a pool of spring water, and her smile brimmed with warmth.
The maids were all lovely, striking beauties in their own right.
Dozens of maids surrounded the girl, like flowers in full bloom. Yet the girl in the pool was the brightest orchid among them all—cool and lovely.
The girl’s name was Hilde.
She was the daughter of Pericles, the famous archon of Athens, and Aspasia, a renowned society beauty. Hailed as the flower of Athens, she was said to rival Aphrodite, the goddess of love on Mount Olympus. This was Pericles’ estate, and as the daughter of an archon, Hilde naturally enjoyed every luxury.
But that wasn’t her true identity.
She was a transmigrator.
Before transmigrating, Hilde had been an ordinary office worker. Then, after working herself to death in the 996 grind, she’d met a goddess who called herself Athena while drifting through the underworld. The goddess said she would give Hilde her body. When Hilde opened her eyes, she had arrived in ancient Greece, thousands of years in the past, and become the famous Pericles’ daughter. At the time, Hilde had thought this must be her reward for a lifetime of hard work. But this reward was a little too much to accept.
She’d been a man through and through.
Now she’d become a woman as beautiful as a goddess, and it was honestly a little hard to take.
But Hilde soon adapted to life here.
In Greek society of that era, the lives of the nobility could only be described as extravagant and decadent.
Take Hilde right now, for example...
A long-haired beauty stood behind Hilde, gently kneading every inch of her skin. Her technique and pressure were perfect; it felt as if all the fatigue in Hilde’s muscles melted away under her hands. At the same time, another young girl brought a grape to Hilde’s lips. Hilde smiled and shook her head. “It’s only been a few days, and you’ve already forgotten what I told you to do?”
“I’m sorry, Miss!”
The girl quickly realized her mistake and popped the grape into her own mouth.
Then, with the grape between her lips, the girl leaned toward Hilde.
“Mmm...”
Though she was blushing furiously, the maid still fed the grape into Hilde’s mouth with her own.
“Mmm... Delicious, delicious. It really is delicious.”
“These were grown in the finest vineyard in Attica...”
“No, the grape isn’t what’s delicious.” Hilde gently pressed a finger to the girl’s lips. “Compared to the grape, your adorable little tongue tastes much better, doesn’t it?”
At that, the other maids joined in.
“Oh, Miss, don’t forget about me!”
“Exactly! You can’t just get tired of the old and chase after the new.”
The new maid blushed and mumbled, “When you say things like that, it makes me so embarrassed...”
This was Hilde’s life.
She might not be a man anymore, but deep down, Hilde still only liked girls. Back when she’d been an office drone working 996, she hadn’t had time to fall in love. Now, surrounded by a group of beautiful girls in Greek dress and enjoying their daily services—being fed fruit mouth-to-mouth and treated to intimate massages—she was making up for all she’d missed. Of course, no one would approve of a life like Hilde’s. And that person was none other than—
Hilde’s father, Pericles.
Just as Hilde and the maids were fooling around...
A maid hurried into the room.
Her expression was stern, and she looked a little intimidating.
“Miss, Master is looking for you.”
“Sophia, don’t wear such a long face.” Hilde popped a grape into her mouth. “Now’s the time to enjoy myself.”
“Miss, it’s no longer time for a bath. It’s not proper for you to be carrying on like this.”
“All right, fine.”
The maid called Sophia still stood there without a trace of expression, as if she could freeze everything around her. Unlike the other maids, Sophia wore an extremely expensive garment made from silk brought all the way from the eastern land of Seres. Her wine-red hair was impeccably groomed. Though only sixteen, she was tall, and there was none of the awkwardness of a young girl in her cool, striking features. She gave the impression of someone mature and capable.
Faced with Sophia’s request, Hilde had no choice but to comply.
Hilde stood up and climbed out of the bath.
A maid immediately draped a bathrobe over Hilde, while another gathered her long silver hair into a towel made of hemp cloth to keep it from getting dirty. By then, the smile had vanished from Hilde’s face. She said coolly to Sophia, “Go tell my father I’ll be there in an hour. I just need to get dressed.”
“Yes, Miss.”
With that, Sophia hurried away.
One of the maids couldn’t help saying:
“Miss, Sophia’s going too far. She’s only a slave, yet she shows you no respect at all. The way she throws her weight around makes my blood boil, and she’s always wearing that sour look. If you’re angry, Miss, we’ll teach her a lesson and show her who’s really in charge.”
Hilde couldn’t help laughing when she heard that.
“You just don’t understand her. All right, help me get dressed.”
“Yes, Miss.”
