If You Want A Cheeky Seductress (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
Roxiana’s desperate wish could only be heard by him—the sole master of this grand duchy. Thus, she had no intention of offending him.
After all, she was already a slave. A little mockery meant nothing. She could endure far worse.
“How is your body feeling?”
Despite her resolve, his voice was kind.
“Kirshan said you seemed to have starved for a long time. You’d probably rather eat than talk with me like this, wouldn’t you? If there’s anything specific you’d like to eat, just tell me.”
He was courteous. And so Roxiana dared to hope once more.
‘Such a person, who treats even a slave with kindness…’
Surely he would understand her wish—this earnest, burning desire.
She hadn’t eaten properly in a long while. Locked carelessly inside a cramped box, every part of her body ached from being bent and twisted. Still, Roxiana gathered herself and stepped down from the bed.
Roxiana didn’t even know what clothes she was wearing. A thin dress fluttered gently around her ankles with every movement, irritating her. She lacked even the strength to lift its hem from her calves, so drained was she.
From the moment Roxiana staggered off the bed, Floyd frowned and watched her closely. The instant she swayed unsteadily, he grasped her forearm and pulled her upright.
“What are you doing? You can barely move—stop causing trouble and just lie back down.”
She let his scolding words wash over her. Though his eyes burned like a tiger’s, even that failed to frighten her.
Roxiana wanted only one thing. Her mind held but a single wish.
Roxiana knelt before him—the master of this Grand Duchy of Torkan and the Red Tiger who exterminated monsters.
Floyd’s hand, still holding her arm, went slack. Frowning deeply, he stared at the strands of hair cascading down her pale nape.
“Please allow this unworthy one, cast out from God’s grace, to speak.”
When her faint voice finally slipped between her lips, Floyd’s face twisted sharply. But Roxiana, bowing her head deeply in a slave’s posture, didn’t see his discomfort.
Arms crossed, jaw clenched, he glared at the back of her head. Roxiana remained nearly prostrate, waiting silently for his reply—as if refusing to speak again until he granted permission.
Floyd’s eyes kept returning to her bony back, exposed beneath the thin dress. An inexplicable irritation filled his chest, and when he finally spoke, his voice was sharp with anger.
“I’ll allow it—speak, Your Highness.”
“I’ll do anything. Command me, and I shall do whatever you ask—please, just grant me this one request.”
Her voice spilled out desperately, as though she’d been waiting for this moment. Floyd’s eyes fell on her clenched fist resting against the floor.
Her white skin made the blue veins beneath visible, and her fist looked as resolute as one belonging to someone who had steeled themselves for something grave.
He already knew what Roxiana would ask—without even hearing it.
She must desire revenge. She must wish to rain bloody retribution upon those who murdered her parents and siblings.
He’d anticipated such a request even before entering this chamber. Having prepared his answer, Floyd replied calmly.
“You’ll do anything? Well then, just how far are you willing to go?”
“If you order me to stand as your shield on the battlefield, I shall become your shield.”
“Oh? Shields for me on the battlefield are abundant—men far larger and sturdier than a princess.”
“If you command me to be the sword guarding your back, I shall become a blade unafraid of death.”
“Swords willing to die for me are plentiful as well—men with thicker arms than yours, Your Highness.”
Slowly, Roxiana lifted her head.
Floyd looked down at her, curious to see how far she’d go. Realizing his thoughts, she quietly bit her lower lip.
The corners of her green eyes reddened slightly. Seeing her on the verge of tears troubled him enough that he abandoned his teasing tone.
Just as he was about to tell her to forget all that and simply state her wish plainly, Roxiana bowed her head again and spoke.
“If you order me to become a wanton temptress in your bed, I shall do that as well.”
“Hah!”
Caught entirely off guard, Floyd let out an involuntary laugh.
“Oh, I see. You’ll shield me on the battlefield, fight for me in war, and even tend to my bed at night. If Your Highness offers all that, then whatever you ask for would surely be worth it. Very well—let’s assume I desperately desire exactly that. What, then, is it you truly want?”
His sarcasm slipped out unintentionally. Internally cursing himself, Floyd watched as Roxiana raised her head once more and met his eyes.
Only then did he notice her eyes were different from how he remembered.
Back then, her green eyes had shone like jewels, like sunlight, like a clear lake—but now, Roxiana’s eyes held no light. Though still green with golden flecks, they had lost all their former vitality.
Staring at him with eyes as lifeless as a corpse’s, she spoke.
“If I die after living like that, please do not place my body in an Adelia casket—just discard it.”
“What?”
“If you throw me into the sea, tie a stone to my body so no one will ever find me. If you bury me on land, dig deep enough that no one will ever discover me.”
At Roxiana’s desperate plea, Floyd was utterly dumbfounded—no more laughter came.
Was this woman joking? Or was she fabricating words she didn’t truly feel, just to unsettle him?
He studied her face carefully for signs of deceit, but found none. On that small, delicate face, there was no trace of falsehood or trickery—only raw, sincere desperation.
“Do you even understand what will happen if you’re not placed in an Adelia casket?”
“I know. Evil magic might possess me, resurrecting me as an undead. I might even cause you trouble. If that happens, feel free to cut me to pieces and feed me to beasts.”
“Listen, Your Highness—even savage tribes who don’t believe in God carry amulets engraved with the Adelia flower. With dark magic growing stronger lately, six or seven out of every ten corpses rise as undead.”
Yet even this warning failed to change the look in Roxiana’s eyes.
“Yes, I know that too.”
“And yet, what you want so badly—even offering to become a temptress in my bed—is simply not to be placed in an Adelia casket? Not revenge?”
“What would revenge give me, when neither my parents nor my siblings remain in this world?”
“At the very least, it would bring satisfaction. You could force those bastards to kneel beneath your feet and mock them to your heart’s content. If you wish, you could torture them until they beg for their lives, or brand them with the mark of a slave and sell them to some horrific place.”
Floyd listed all the things revenge could offer—but Roxiana’s eyes remained unchanged.
He didn’t understand. He didn’t know what had truly happened to her family.
To be discarded without being placed in an Adelia casket was an immense dishonor. In a world where failing to return to God’s embrace was considered a greater shame than betraying one’s master, Roxiana couldn’t possibly reveal the full truth to Floyd.
“Your Highness, I simply wish for my body to be cast away without ever smelling the fragrance of anything.”
Floyd’s anger surged uncontrollably.
Why did this princess, who had miraculously survived, now long for death? Yes, she’d lost her family, her kingdom, her status—it was understandable to feel despair. But to ask not to be placed in an Adelia casket?
It was absurd.
Since she’d survived against all odds, she should fight to live—just as he had. He’d clawed his way through humiliation and despair to sit where he was now.
“Your Highness, I have no intention of carelessly discarding your body. If you truly wish to die, jump into the sea yourself—don’t ask me.”
“If I do, Your Highness—if I truly do—would you at least command that not even a single sliver of Adelia wood be placed over my body should it ever be found?”
Her voice held unfeigned desperation. The sheer sincerity of her wish—to die, and even reject the grace of God—infuriated Floyd to the point of madness.
He shot to his feet and glared down at Roxiana. His gaze was so fierce it would have made even his knights flinch—but it left her unmoved. Her eyes were already dead.
Through gritted teeth, Floyd said,
“Your Highness seems determined to paint me as a vile and heartless man.”
His accusation was justified.
Ordering that not even a single Adelia sliver grace a corpse would stain his reputation. Knowing this, Roxiana played her final card.
“I heard that long ago, when you had nowhere else to go, you once took refuge in our palace. Please, remember that kindness from those days…”
“Ah, it seems Your Highness doesn’t remember me at all.”
“…I was very young back then…”
Floyd twisted the corner of his mouth into a bitter smile.
“I see. I have no intention of repaying a kindness Your Highness doesn’t even recall. I’m not generous enough for that. Nor do I intend to discard your body somewhere without even a single Adelia flower—I’m not cruel enough for that either.”
Floyd strode forward and knelt on one knee before Roxiana. Lifting her chin with his thumb, he locked eyes with her and said,
“Therefore, Your Highness, you will eat well, sleep well, and live well in this comfortable, luxurious palace. That is all I can offer you.”
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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a damsell in distress eho needs saving from herself
our ml is sngry,he can kot lrt go of the frmale lead
calm down duke,she need time to grieve and reflect
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The knights watched blankly as the two walked down from the platform, holding ha
Help meeeee…. this is so cute 🥰, how could Floyd shamelessly do that in front of the knights, if you look at Roxiana the princess with high self-esteem, then this is a very big progress
“What makes him treat her so well?”
Hey bit*h! Roxiana is clearly different from you! People treat her like a jewel, while you are like a corpse.
“Enough already, okay? We came here to offer congratulations—so let’s just congr
You guys are truly soulmates, Roxiana’s gentle touch can extinguish Floyd’s fire and that’s such a relief
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roxianna be grateful he saved you and just seek reenge