Victor Butler Maid Novel Dungeon BOSS, Please Stop Running!

My boyfriend is a handsome, wealthy mute.
But I don't think he loves me..
He won't open his mouth when we kiss.
Even being teased into a daze with unfocused eyes, he refuses to go further on bed.
He even locks me in the basement for a few days every month, as if I'm something to hide.
Until one day, I hear a woman's shrill scream coming from Victor's room.
Followed by thuds, each louder than the last.
I cry until midnight, then decide to break up with him.
But as soon as I step out, the elegant villa turns eerily gloomy.
Overhead, scrolling comments appear:
Did this new player commit a heavenly crime? How is her first game an SSS-level Dungeon?
Hey, Bloody Head Maid with the axe, why are you running from her?!
Butler, you love collecting decapitated heads, right? Get her... Wait, why are you twisting your own head off?!
It's fine, the Boss is right in front of her. She's done for.
I saw Victor, and in that moment, he scurries away.
Hah, the Boss ran away after seeing the new player. How ridiculous!
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After pinning Victor to the bed once again, I swear I will have him this time.
The door is glued shut, the windows are nailed down, and even the floor has been reinforced layer by layer.
He will never slip away from me today.
Victor lies half-propped on his elbows, and the collar of his always-pristine black shirt now is torn widely open by my frantic hands.
I cannot resist biting his collarbone.
His long lashes flutter uncontrollably, and his face flushes deep red.
I cling to him, whining pleadingly, Please? I will be quick, I promise! Just onceI will not get greedy!
Outside the door, the butler and head maid erupt into synchronized, exaggerated coughs.
Victor snaps out of his daze, gently but firmly pushing me away.
He shakes his head, refusing to go further.
I am really pissed off.
Victor, tell me the truthare you just...incapable?
He freezes, his emerald eyes glistening with tears and unspeakable sadness.
Right on cue, the butler bursts through the door as usual.
Jane, we have spotted signs of an intruder. Would you please wait in the safe room tonight?
Again? The fifth time this month!
Do these assassins treat this place like a tourist attraction?
The butler once told me that after Victor inherited the estate and this mansion from his deadbeat father, his illegitimate siblings start sending assassins every month.
However, are assassins possible in this country?
Oh, we are abroad!
Victor is mixed-racewith sharp, elegant facial features, fair skin and a toned build.
He captivates me from the very first glance.
As I remember, I probably fall down the mountain while hiking, and they rescue me.
Bad news, I lose my memory.
What's worse, my phone suggests I am an orphanno family to miss me.
After a series ofcoincidencescar breakdowns, storms at sea, helicopter malfunctionsI sense the universe nudging me to seize the fate.
So I settle down, guilt-free.
Though Victor cannot speak, he remembers every little whim I mention.
Once, seeing an illustration in a book, I muse aloud,
How lovely it would be to wake up and see a sea of flowers outside the window.
The next morning, I open my curtainsand where there is once lawn, a breathtaking field of red roses stretches as far as I can see.