The Pinnacle Of Life

Suzaku wished dearly she could bite Alex to death, but she knew well that her martial arts were ruined. Even

if her martial arts weren’t ruined, she would never be able to lay a finger on this b*stard. “Oh right, make some supper for me and place it on the dining table. I’d like to have it after shower.” Alex

reminded. “If you fail to make something good, my pill is always here to go down your throat. Don’t you dare

try to escape too, the seal I made on you has a hidden function.

Even if you were to escape to the edge of the

world, I can still find you.” With that, he went back to his room, preparing to shower. Suzaku trembled with rage. Her whole body hurt, especially her behind. It felt as if it was burning. Her cheeks

hurt as well, she couldn’t help but hiss whenever she tried to touch her face. She rushed to the washroom on the first floor, staring at her reflection in the mirror for a few minutes.

The more she looked at herself, the angrier she was. However, she felt a sense of helplessness when she recalled

Alex’s terrifying methods, especially imprinting the seal of “Alex’s Slave” on her back. This was not a means

that could be done by ordinary people at all, but then she recalled him summoning lightning bolts with his bare

was no longer possible to describe his identity

use

As one of the Four Great Princesses of the Coleman family,

to proficiency in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, cooking was also a skill

must be learned.

Suzaku’s cooking

were many ingredients in the fridge. She simply took a few out and made a dish

broth. However, deep down, she was still very upset with Alex. How could she willingly accept the fact that

to his every

few saliva into the broth. While gritting her teeth, she then took off one of her stockings and stirred it twice in the bowl of noodles. Only then did she hold the bowl of noodles with extreme satisfaction and place it on the dining

the floor. Thinking back to when she was with the Colemans, such chores were done by those lowly servants,

do all of

to eat my seafood noodles with stocking flavor.’ Ten minutes later, Alex came downstairs. He had changed his clothes and his hair was still

of noodles on the dining table, it looked fairly appealing. He then walked over. Suzaku secretly observed him, overjoyed. ‘Hah, that’s for beating and marking me! Now you’re going to

headed into the

noodles. Soon after, he came out while