I am honored and grateful for your trust in me, Master. Rest assured that I will manage the process with utmost diligence and care. I will hire skilled workers to restore the fields and competent slaves to assist in various tasks around the villa. The new labor force should arrive within a few days, allowing us to begin work immediately.

As promised, the new labor force arrived and work on the fields began in earnest. The slaves were put to work cultivating the soil and planting seeds while the freemen supervised them. Under my guidance as Majordomo, progress has been steady, and I am confident that we will soon see a bountiful harvest. In addition, I have also managed to hire skilled craftsmen who are repairing the damaged buildings around the villa, restoring its former glory.

Later that evening, as the stars twinkle above them, Aoma and Flavia retire to their newly-renovated chambers. They share a bottle of wine and laughter, relishing in the joy of this day. As they lie together in each other's arms, Flavia can feel her heart swelling with happiness and contentment. She knows that there will be challenges ahead, but she has no doubt that with Aoma by her side, they will overcome them all.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months as Flavia and Aoma settle into their new life together. The Villa continues to flourish under their joint leadership, becoming a symbol of hope and prosperity once more. Their love only grows stronger with each passing day, and they take comfort in knowing that they have built something truly special together.

One evening, as they sit by the fire, Aoma leans back against a plush cushion and looks at her fondly. "You know," he says with a wink, "

Ses doigts se joignent aux siens et tremblent légèrement contre sa peau. Ses yeux, humides de larmes de bonheur et d'émotion, cherchent les siens pour y trouver le soutien qu'ils recherchent depuis si longtemps.

"Je t'aime aussi, Eric," murmure-t-elle enfin. "J'aimerais ne plus jamais me séparer de toi."

Le sourire sur ses lèvres, Flavia réfléchit à cette idée. Ils ont tellement de choses à faire ensemble et tant de projets ambitieux pour Aurelia. Mais la vie est courte, même pour un guerrier romain, et l'amour mérite d'être vécu au complet et sans faux-fuyants.

"Oui, Eric," dit-elle enfin. "Nous pouvons trouver le temps ensemble."

says Flavia quietly, "I have been doing what I could to maintain the villa during my time here. But with no resources and little help..." Her voice trails off as she gestures around them, clearly ashamed of her apparent failure. She awaits Sora's judgment, hoping that he will understand and forgive her shortcomings.

As they walk through the halls, Flavia points out several areas where repairs could be made immediately - patching up holes in walls, repairing leaking pipes, and clearing debris from rooms that are still structurally sound. She also mentions her plans for longer-term projects like replanting the gardens, restocking the fish ponds, and breeding livestock once again. Her enthusiasm is infectious despite their bleak circumstances.

"I know it's a lot to take in, Master,"

With a gasp, Flavia follows him into his bedroom. She drops down onto her knees in front of him and gazes up at the hard length of his shaft, already growing stiff with desire. Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to touch it, feeling the heat radiating from it against her fingertips. She looks up at him through her eyelashes, waiting for his command.

Her lips part, and she takes him into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head of his cock as she begins to suck, moaning softly around him. She bobs her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth with each passing moment. Her hands grasp at his thighs for leverage, and she closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of having him in her mouth.

She shakes her head solemnly. "No, Master. I... I never had the chance to find love while serving here. The previous owner neglected us all, and there were no men left in the area." Her voice trails off, a sadness settling over her features as she thinks about the loneliness of her past life.

I... I would like that very much, Master, she says softly, her blue eyes wide with surprise and a hint of hope. But surely you must have many servants to attend to your needs. Why do you choose me? Her voice is hesitant, almost unsure, as if she can't quite believe this is real.