Duda Maid Casanova
The Conjecture of Mr. Hans

The intention to run away from the task crossed Ace's head by pretending to faint. But the intention was to drive itself to see a handsome man who came down from the car. This is the third meeting between Ace and Hans. And Ace was able to observe Hans's face which was still a distance away from him. Only a blind woman could not see the man's good looks. His body is perfectly strapping with a beautiful face coupled with a towering height. Ace's eyes unblinkingly looked at the near-perfect creature.

Hans walked up handsomely. His gaze was fixed on the girl who was ready to welcome his return. He glanced at the girl at a glance then handed over his briefcase without making a sound. Hans landed his body on the sofa to drive off a little tired from working one day.

Hans smiled with satisfaction at Ace who was already walking towards his study. Although Ace does not wear super sexy clothes but Ace's current clothes can show his legs are level and smooth. There was something in Ace that got Hans interested in the woman to become a servant. If asked if Ace was the most beautiful servant among the servants before. The answer is of course not. Hans had already hired a very beautiful woman but still he felt bored.

Besides being beautiful, it was Ace's innocence that made Hans feel challenged to make a servant woman in his bed. Ace's shy attitude makes Hans want to prove whether the girl is really innocent or deliberately pretend innocent to tempt him to be curious.

Hans eyes could not blink looking at Ace coming out of his study. Ace was still embarrassed with his head bowed and the two hands interlocked.

"Why do you wear clothes like that?" asked Hans sharply. It was not because Ace's appearance could not shake his faith but because he felt Ace was fighting over what he commanded. Hans hated resistance.

"I'm more comfortable wearing clothes like this old than the clothes you provide."

"You dare to go against my orders?" hans asked in a raised voice.

"No sir. Not at all. I'm just afraid to catch a cold if I wear those clothes. How can I serve you if I'm sick."

"Mostly talk to you. Now change your clothes and come to my room. One more thing, wear a bright red one," says Hans sharply.

The man stood up and stepped into his room on the second floor. While Ace is still sculpting in that place because he does not want to wear clothes lacking that material.

Not wanting to make things difficult for him due to getting anger from master Hans finally Ace walked into his room. Let him obey whatever Mr. Hans commands as long as he gets the money.

Go into the room. Ace ruffled the clothes lacking materials that were still scattered on the bed. It seemed, good fortune was still on her side as the bright red clothes that master Hans wanted were not among the clothes.

Ace tidied up all the clothes for a while then took the clothes to Mr. Hans's room. He wanted to bow if the bright red clothes were not among those clothes. He didn't want to be accused of being a belligerent servant.

"What the fuck are you. Not that I changed clothes. You brought the clothes to my room" Hans said. Hans was still maggot cleaning his visible body from his clothes that had not been replaced. Ace was still standing at the door of the master's room.

"The clothes you asked for are not among these, sir."

Hans stood up from his seat and approached Ace. He grabbed the clothes roughly and there was really no color of the clothes that he asked for. After all he ordered clothes with his favorite color but why was there not a single color he liked at the moment. Precisely the color of the clothes reminds him of an ex-wife who likes yellow and green. A sickening color for Hans after a divorce lawsuit from his ex-wife.

Just because of the clothes. Hans pinched his forehead then sat back down on the edge of the bed. Ace smiled in his heart. He hoped, the man was not excited to see himself tonight.

"Down all the clothes" Hans ordered.

"Okay sir" Ace replied happily. That means he was free from those ill-gotten clothes.

"And quickly go back to this room" Hans said again.

"Okay sir" Ace replied softly. He was already eager to throw away all the clothes but now his hands felt weak reaching for the doorknob as it turned out that he was going to go back into this room.

"If sold back can still be yes. Or be returned to her store for half the price" Ace said, looking at the tag still attached to the outfit. Ace suddenly felt unwilling to throw clothes because it turned out to be expensive. More expensive than the best clothes he had.

Ace ended up not throwing away the clothes. He kept it in his room again. He plans to discuss the intention of selling the clothes with Aunt Santi tomorrow.

"Why have you been so long?" hans asked after Ace went back into the master's room.

"Sorry sir," Ace's great-grandson quietly. He moved closer to Hans as the man waved his hand telling Ace to come closer.

"Master hasn't taken a shower. Do I need to prepare warm bath water, sir?" ask Ace slowly. His voice sounded trembling because he was nervous.

"no need. Do your job first and then I take a shower afterwards. Come closer here."

Ace felt his legs shake. It seems like tonight he has to carry out his duties. Ready it?. Of course he's not ready.

"Your way don't be like a conch" hardik Hans. Ace was shocked. He's holding his chest.

"Mama, tonight I'm gonna be a sinner. I'm sorry ma" said Ace inwardly.

Ace was already standing right in front of Hans and the man was still seen frequently frowning him.

"Lay down, sir, it seems like you are very tired. Let me take away your fatigue," said Ace. Sounds seductive. But no one knew if Ace felt his heart almost stop beating after saying that.

Hans took his hand off his forehead. He looked at Ace who was smiling at him. Inwardly, Hans confirmed his own conjecture if Ace was merely pretending to be innocent to make himself curious.

"You don't change it like the waitress before you. Just for the sake of pleasure willing to be my bed servant. Get ready to accept my game later," Hans said in his heart. Making a woman a servant in her bed only to vent her anger and resentment to her ex-wife.