My Dear Mistress

Only the Bold Can Win His Heart

"Big Sister Noom, do I really have to wear these outfits?" Anchaya looked at the clothes Noom had picked out for her with uncertainty, because each outfit was either as short as possible or had a neckline plunging almost to the navel.

"Yeah, wear these outfits and you'll be bold, Ann. I'll help with your makeup too. I guarantee you'll be as bold as eating a whole garden of chilies."

"Are you sure, Big Sister Noom, that if I wear this, the boss will like it?"

"Of course! The girls in the Orange House all dress like this. Some even walk around the house in just their underwear." While Auntie Mai and the other servants were busy with housework in the main building, Noom took the opportunity to come to the guesthouse to prepare Anchaya's bold look as promised.

"If wearing it makes the boss like it, then I'll wear it."

"Yeah, wear it. I'll do your makeup. Later today, when he comes back in the afternoon, I'll have you bring him a snack in the library. He likes to work there after returning from the fields."

Anchaya quickly grabbed the bold fiery red dress, as short as possible and with a neckline so deep it showed half her breasts, and put it on.

"Wow, seeing you so petite and childlike, I didn't think your breasts would be college-level," Noom scanned her small frame with admiration, not expecting the girl to be so well-proportioned. Despite being petite, she had curves, with a shapely bust, waist, and hips, with a perky bottom that tempted Noom to give it a playful smack.

"Does the boss like big-breasted girls?" Anchaya asked innocently.

"Of course! A big-breasted girl already has half his heart. The rest is all about the moves and style."

"Then can you teach me the moves, Big Sister Noom?"

"No way! You have to learn that on your own. Experience is important."

"I'll try," the girl said with a worried expression, because learning on her own might involve watching adult films, but where would she get the experience? She didn't have a boyfriend, and now she couldn't have anyone because she had become his responsibility. Even though she hadn't taken on the role yet, he had already bought her.

"Alright, don't worry about it now. Let's do your makeup first. He'll be back soon, so you need to be ready."

"Okay."

It took almost half an hour for Noom to transform the fresh-faced girl into a striking and daring young woman, with vivid colors applied to her face, making her almost unrecognizable.

"Are you sure he'll like it, Noom?" Anchaya asked, unsure about Noom's bold makeup style.

"He'll definitely like it. All the women at the Orange Building wear makeup like this."

When Noom confidently confirmed that, Anchaya didn't question anything further. Even though she felt a bit strange about Noom's makeup style, which somewhat resembled a traditional Thai drama heroine, with bright red cheeks, lips that looked like they had just eaten fresh blood, and sparkling eyes adorned with eye shadow. Fortunately, Num already had naturally curled eyelashes, so just applying heavy mascara was enough.

But isn't it a bit too much? It's so dark.

"When you place the tray on the table, bend low so he can see your cleavage, understand? Bend low," Noom emphasized seriously.

"If he sees my cleavage, will he want to make me his wife?"

"Of course, your cleavage is the ticket to becoming his wife."

"Oh, okay," Anchaya replied firmly, thinking that bending low wasn't too difficult.

"Let's go to the main building. By now, he should be back from the fields and showered, changing clothes in the study."

To avoid drawing attention from the others in the building, especially the other servants, Noom had Anchaya wait outside until she brought the snacks from the kitchen.

"Remember, keep bending low."

"Okay, bend low, bend low," Anchaya murmured Noom's instructions as she walked to the study on the second floor, which Noom had told her was the 'first room,' though she couldn't remember if it was the left or right wing.

It should be the right wing.

Once she was sure it was the correct one, the young girl carried the tray of snacks, which included savory and sweet items, fruits, and a drink of black coffee, straight to the first room on the right wing.

'Knock on the door first, then just go in. No need to wait for a response from him because he'll be busy with work, and he already knows it's snack time.'

That was another instruction from Noom, and Anchaya followed it step by step. She knocked lightly to signal that the snacks had arrived before turning the doorknob and pushing the door open, only to see

"Oh!"

"Hey!"

A tall, muscular figure had just walked out of the bathroom, tossing the towel from his lower body, and was visibly startled. He exclaimed in shock as someone suddenly intruded into his bedroom.

Chinaphop quickly grabbed the towel he had just tossed onto the bed to cover his lower body again before shouting loudly,

"What the hell are you doing in my room?"

The girl stood trembling, pale-faced, with the tray in her hands shaking as much as her body.

"I, um, I'm sorry. I thought... um, it was the reading room. I brought, um, snacks for you," she quickly explained with a stammering voice, admitting she was shocked by the previous scene. Her heart was pounding as if it would burst from her chest.

"Get out first. Find the reading room and wait for me there!" he shouted again, waving her away.

"Yes, um, sorry," the young girl stammered before walking out of the master's bedroom with shaky legs, heading to the first room on the left wing.

Oh no, I shouldn't have gotten it wrong. I'm in big trouble for sure.

The first encounter with the master was a complete disaster, and she even saw him naked. The sight was shocking.

I didn't expect it to be that big!

Once she entered the reading room, she placed the tray on a table in the corner with a sofa arranged as a sitting area. On the other side, near the window, was a large desk with documents and books neatly arranged.

The young girl sat humbly on the floor, her heart still racing from the image of the master's nakedness that lingered in her mind, his sharp, handsome face filled with anger. She sat in fear of her mistake for only a few minutes before the tall figure, now in casual attire with loose gray cotton pants and a fitting white t-shirt, entered. His hair was unstyled and slightly damp, likely still drying.

He must have hurried to deal with her.

His sharp, piercing eyes scanned her entire body before he sat on the sofa, staring at the small figure in a short dress. Sitting on the floor like this, the hem of her skirt rode up to her thighs, which were both slender and remarkably fair. Her hunched posture made the already deep neckline plunge even further, revealing her full, fair cleavage.

Chinaphop exhaled to calm the tumultuous feelings inside him, both from anger and some other emotion that suddenly surged up unexpectedly. However, the first words that came out of his mouth were,

"What on earth are you wearing?"

Anchaya flinched, bowing her head even lower, which naturally made the neckline even deeper, almost revealing everything.

"Look up and answer me!"

Anchaya flinched again, then slowly looked up at the man who was as handsome as if heaven-sent, but so stern. She stammered,

"Well... um... I... um..."

"What is it?" Chinaphop shouted irritably, annoyed by the girl's hesitation.

"I want to look attractive," she said.

"What? What did you say?"

"Sister Noom said you like bold women, so I asked her to find me daring clothes and do my makeup," she confessed directly, hoping he would stop being angry. But it seemed that,

"Are you crazy? Why do you want to dress like this at your age?"

"Because I want to be your wife."

"Why do you want to be?"

"I want to stay here. I don't want you to kick me out of the house because if that happens, my father will sell me to that old man, To. I don't want to end up in a brothel," she said, looking sad, her eyes red as if she were about to cry.

"If you want to stay here, stop doing reckless things like this. Just act normally and concentrate on finishing your studies first." Chinaphop's tone softened, perhaps because her pretty face was starting to pout. He might have been too loud, or he was worried that she might really be afraid of being kicked out of the house.

"Yes, yes, I won't dress like this anymore. I'll just wear my regular clothes," she said, her voice becoming more cheerful, making the observer feel a bit annoyed and wonder about her earlier tears.

"Yes, dress normally, but there's one condition."

"What condition?"

"Don't let me see your face again!"

"Yes, yes." Despite looking sad, tears streamed down her face because his harsh voice and divinely handsome yet fierce expression scared her.

"Go now!"

"Yes, yes." The girl hurriedly left the room, terrified, not expecting him to be so stern. She burst into tears as she ran out of the main building, passing by Noom, who was observing from the stairs on the ground floor.

"Ann, what happened?" Noom ran after Anchaya to the guesthouse, and when they reached her room, she found Anchaya crying in her private room.

"Ann, what's wrong? Did he do something to you?"

Anchaya didn't respond, just sobbed and trembled.

"Did he ruthlessly take advantage of you? He probably couldn't resist because you're so alluring. Don't be mad at him, Ann, because I've heard the girls at the orange building gossiping. They say his s*x is intense, but they all like it. Don't you like it, Ann?"

"He kicked me out and told me not to let him see my face again," she sobbed.

"Oh." Noom was utterly confused, but before she could process it, Phon called her, speaking loudly and clearly.

[Why are you guys causing trouble for yourselves? Everything was fine. Do you know he's very angry? And you, Noom, he ordered your salary to be cut by half for two months. If it happens again, you'll be working in the fields.]

"Brother Phon, I messed up. Please talk to him for me. Losing half my salary for two months will ruin me. I won't have enough to pay for my motorcycle installment for my dad."

[Alright, I'll talk to him when he's in a better mood. You're really asking for trouble.]

When Phon hung up, Noom burst into tears even louder than Anchaya.

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The desire to be 'bold' was the cause.