[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone":3,"chapter-shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-chapter-204":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Shut Up, Young Lady, Obediently Hand Over The Money And Don't Confess!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1798557,2397,"Chapter 204 : Lower Back Pain.","shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-chapter-204",204,"\u003Cp>“It’s totally fine! If you have questions, just ask me. I’m not the petty type,” Zervanie said cheerfully, stepping up beside Felyn and patting him on the shoulder with a big-hearted smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Felyn truly did want to understand why past clients fell in love with him—so he could avoid repeating the same mistakes in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zervanie stood very close to him. Her long silver hair occasionally fluttered in the breeze, gently brushing against his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… what do you want to ask?” she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to know… if I always made it clear I was only following the terms of the contract, why do people still get swept up in feelings they know aren’t real?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zervanie froze for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had said it didn’t matter, that she didn’t mind—but hearing it aloud still stung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let out a soft sigh in her heart, pulled herself together, and replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe it’s not as fake as you think… Maybe it’s real.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think clients fall in love with a version of you that’s just acting, just playing a role. And for some people, that might be true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But there are others—people who can sense what lies beneath the performance. They can feel the real you behind the mask. They can tell that you genuinely care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And when that version of you… happens to match the role they need most in their lives, well—of course they fall in love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were her true thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zervanie had spent a long time with Felyn. And not once had he made her feel uncomfortable or disrespected. That, in itself, said a lot about his character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that, Felyn truly understood her. He had taken time to learn all her preferences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Falling for someone like that? It was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your clients can feel that everything you do for them isn’t an act,” she said softly. “It’s real care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So they start to want that to last forever. To sign a lifelong contract with you… where love replaces money as the reward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn nodded, half-lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the reason they fell for him was because he earnestly tried to understand them. Earnestly tried to pamper them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I do my job poorly, I don’t get paid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I do it too well, they want to date me—and I still don’t get paid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just want everything for free!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zervanie hadn’t said everything aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were some, like her, who—after spending so much time together—had been permanently marked by his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Felyn left, she realized her world could no longer function without him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That feeling was calledFelyn Dependency Syndrome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, Zervanie,” he murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he now understood the cause, that didn’t mean he could change anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wasn’t sincere with his clients, they would sense it immediately, and then they wouldn’t want to pay him either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed another approach. Maybe he could shorten contracts to a monthly basis. That way, clients would be regularly reminded that this was just a roleplay service.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—Hisss…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right on cue, Zervanie suddenly clutched her waist and bent over the railing, gasping in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My back… I think I pulled something. Ow, ow, ow…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grimaced, pressing her hand to her lower back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Felyn, quick, quick—massage it for me! It really hurts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a perfect setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn had no way of saying no in a situation like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where exactly does it hurt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting his guard down, Felyn stepped behind her and lifted her outer coat slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a small number of people in the world had visible dimples on their lower back—and Zervanie was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waist chain she wore sat perfectly above those elegant hollows, outlining the curve of her slim, toned waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Put your hands on my waist. Use your thumbs to press the center.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zervanie’s voice trembled slightly with urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn didn’t press further. He placed both hands around her waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his palms touched her skin, Zervanie’s body flinched ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are my hands too cold?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried her hardest not to let out any strange noises. Still, her voice was tinged with softness—tinged with something… delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move your hands a little, Felyn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This position wasn’t great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zervanie was leaning over the railing, and Felyn was behind her, hands still around her waist. Combine that with her ambiguous phrasing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard not to imagine something more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felyn’s thumbs gently kneaded her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Up a bit… now down… mm, yes, right there. A bit more pressure…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zervanie guided his hands along her back, up and down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that better?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three or four minutes of massaging, Zervanie finally hummed in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, took a few deep breaths, and quickly calmed the blush on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Much better. You should quit this job and become a massage therapist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She offered the line casually, using it to dispel the lingering tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a massage from someone she was familiar with—nothing unusual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Massage therapists don’t make enough,” Felyn replied. “I’ve tried it before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Zervanie showed no sign of treating it as anything more, just leaning against the railing and rubbing her waist, Felyn didn’t suspect anything either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder. Still… that lower back problem of yours seems pretty chronic. You haven’t had it checked?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had picked that exact spot on purpose—not only was it where she wanted him to touch, but lower back pain was a real issue for her. It made the whole act believable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who has the time? I’m always busy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At this rate, you’ll be in a wheelchair by the time you’re forty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I really end up in a wheelchair, you’ll have to push me around. Curse me again, and you won’t benefit either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them joked around like close friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But behind the glass doors, two others weren’t laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still arm-in-arm with Adelina, Princess Dorothy stood frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been holding onto Adelina all evening just to keep her away from Felyn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, when she looked away for one moment, there was another girl next to him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Impossible to guard against!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And judging by that silver hair… that was Miss Zervanie!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great. I work hard all night only to find the house has already been robbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adelina, standing beside her, looked just as upset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zervanie, you awful woman—why are you back at Felyn’s side again?! And why are you two LAUGHING together?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This couldn’t go on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adelina looked at the pair and could only think of one thing:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls around Felyn are like whack-a-moles. I slap one down, and another pops up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was no end to the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she had a hammer in each hand, she wouldn’t be able to keep up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one solution left—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get Felyn off the whack-a-mole board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only solution…was to marry him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotionally shaken by the scene before her, Adelina began to reconsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should I still ask Felyn how he feels about me tonight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or… should I just confess everything and lay it all on the table?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1185,"2026-06-09T04:36:14.214Z",1,"novelbin.me","65ddc5f9c25b9fd56315cb5706dcc74f030ec92860d468bd6810c65eff62498f","shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-chapter-205","shut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-chapter-203",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fshut-up-young-lady-obediently-hand-over-the-mone-cover.jpg"]