Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 1060 Jade

Jade’s legs felt heavy as she forced herself to rise from the bed, each step toward him filled with trepidation.

The room felt colder with each step, the thin fabric of her scant clothing doing little to protect her from the chill. She was painfully aware of how exposed she was, her every movement only accentuating her vulnerability.

Clark’s gaze flickered over her as she approached, his expression unreadable. Yet, when she finally stood before him, close enough to see the fine details of his crimson robe, his eyes softened ever so slightly.

"You must be cold," he said, his voice almost a whisper, a contrast to his earlier detachment. Without waiting for a response, he reached into his storage ring once more and produced a heavy cloak, its material rich and warm.

With a gentle motion, he draped it over Jade’s shoulders, the soft fabric enveloping her in warmth. The cloak was luxurious, far beyond anything she had ever worn, and the gesture caught her off guard.

It was unexpected—a small kindness in a night filled with fear.

Clark turned and began to walk, leading Jade out of the room without another word. She followed, clutching the cloak tightly around her, feeling its weight both comforting and surreal.

The corridors of the pleasure house seemed to stretch endlessly, each step echoing in the silence as they made their way to the exit.

The other inhabitants of the house, workers and patrons alike, cast curious glances as the pair passed by, but no one dared to speak.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, the city alive with distant sounds of revelry and the soft hum of life continuing on.

Jade kept her eyes downcast, focusing on the hem of the cloak as it brushed against her bare legs.

The journey to Clark’s courtyard was long, and neither of them spoke, the silence thick with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

She had no idea what awaited her at the end of this walk, and the uncertainty gnawed at her insides.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they arrived at a large, ornate gate.

Beyond it lay Clark’s courtyard, sprawling and grand, a stark contrast to the cramped and dimly lit quarters of the pleasure house.

The courtyard was vast, filled with meticulously maintained gardens and tall, imposing structures that spoke of wealth and power.

Jade hesitated at the threshold, the sheer scale of it all overwhelming her senses.

Clark paused, glancing back at her with an expression that was difficult to read. "This is your new home now," he said simply, his tone offering no comfort but also no threat.

He gestured for her to follow as he stepped through the gate, leading her deeper into the heart of the courtyard.

As they walked, Jade couldn’t help but steal glances at her surroundings. The buildings were constructed with the finest materials, each one a testament to the wealth of its owner.

The gardens were lush, filled with vibrant flowers and ancient trees that swayed gently in the night breeze. Lanterns cast a soft, golden light across the pathways, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere.

Eventually, they arrived at a smaller, more secluded building within the courtyard. Clark stopped in front of the entrance, turning to face Jade fully for the first time since they had left the pleasure house.

"This will be your quarters," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "You’ll be safe here."

Jade nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. The reality of her situation was still sinking in—this was her new life, her new reality.

But for the first time that night, there was a glimmer of hope, faint but present.

Clark might be a man of power and mystery, but in that moment, he had shown her a small kindness, and it was that kindness she clung to as she stepped inside her new home.

"Master, aren’t you going to make me your w—" Jade began, her voice wavering. She hesitated, her cheeks flushing with shame and embarrassment, unable to complete the sentence.

The words seemed too heavy to utter, her nerves betraying her.

Clark looked at her with a hint of amusement. "Another day, perhaps. You’re still young. I prefer my woman a little older, I suppose," he said, his tone light and almost teasing.

A small, private smile played on his lips, a reflection of an inner joke that only he understood.

In truth, even Clark himself had lost track of his own age over the years, and the whimsical thought of preferring older companions amused him.

Jade’s face brightened slightly at his words. "Thank you, Master!" she said, her voice carrying a mix of relief and cautious happiness.

The acknowledgment that she wouldn’t have to serve him tonight was a small but significant reprieve.

She wasn’t ready for that kind of intimacy, not yet, and the weight of her immediate fears seemed to lift just a little.

"Master Clark. Call me Master Clark," he corrected her with a gentle smile.

He gave her a nod of approval and turned to leave. The farewell was casual, but there was an underlying warmth in his demeanor that Jade hadn’t expected.

"May you have a peaceful sleep, Master Clark!" Jade called after him, bowing deeply, her posture one of genuine respect and gratitude.

She remained in that bowed position for several minutes, even after Clark had departed, the silence of the room stretching around her.

Her heart was a tumult of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a flicker of unexpected joy.

For a moment, Jade allowed herself to fully appreciate the turn of events. When she had first been sold to the pleasure house, her heart had been heavy with dread.

The thought of serving countless men, night after night, had filled her with a deep, consuming fear.

But tonight, she had been bought by a man who had shown her kindness and respect, a stark contrast to the fate she had envisioned.

The notion of being spared from immediate servitude was a small but significant comfort.