I stared with trembling eyes at the man pacing back and forth in front of me.

“How adorable, Bella. I asked you to at least maintain the dignity of a countess, and you’ve filled the wardrobe with these things?”

Behind him was a massive collection of adult toys. From relatively common items like handcuffs and whips to all sorts of bizarrely shaped dildos, thin rods, and even glass bottles whose purpose was unclear.

As he picked up a dildo with bumpy protrusions, the man gave a sarcastic smile.

“How did you purchase this? Did you go and pick it out yourself?”

I don’t know.

The man’s eyes narrowed, snake-like.

“You don’t know? Are you still trying to deny it up to this point?”

No, I really don’t know.

Though I felt wronged, I couldn’t tell him the truth, so I just hung my head low.

‘It wasn’t me who bought those.’

Because I only possess her body during the time she’s asleep, which means I’m only in control for half of the day.

* * *

Arbella Conte was what you’d call a “sensual woman.” Before marriage, she had a history of numerous affairs with men. Even when she had a specific lover, she didn’t hesitate to engage with other men, to the point that there was a stabbing incident in the royal palace over a love affair.

The rumors spread so far that the king himself intervened.

“Count Conte, you shall become the husband of Lady Arbella Carmen.”

And so, Lady Arbella Carmen became Countess Arbella Conte.

For Count Conte, it was an unexpected shock, but it wasn’t entirely a losing deal for him either. Arbella was a duke’s daughter, the king’s niece, and a significant heiress adored by the elders of her family.

In other words, as long as he turned a blind eye to his wife’s scandalous lifestyle, there was much to gain.

Arbella’s promiscuous sexual lifestyle didn’t change even after she became Countess Conte. When the count tried to stop her from having affairs with noblemen, she openly brought servants into her bedroom.

“Just enjoy life as you please. We only live once; wouldn’t it be a shame not to enjoy it?”

She mocked Count Conte with these words.

* * *

I woke up in Arbella Conte’s body three months after her marriage.

Waking up naked, with two men draped over each arm, I felt like fainting again.

‘What is this?’

I was conscious but couldn’t move my body. Just as I thought I had barely escaped that hellish time, I suddenly found myself waking up in an unfamiliar bed.

‘Could it be possession? Or reincarnation?’

That was as far as my thoughts went. As I sat up, liquid started to trickle down my body, and a scream involuntarily escaped my lips.

“What?!”

Only then did I notice the state of my bed. I couldn’t do anything but swallow my scream as I tried to avoid disturbing the two sleeping men.

‘What is this! What’s going on?!’

Did it have to be this explicit?

Just then, as I was shivering, a man I had never seen before embraced me from behind, whispering sweetly.

“Lady Arbella, please stay with me a bit longer.”

‘Excuse me, but who are you?!’

Trembling as I looked at the man holding me, I fainted with a soft “plop.”

‘Please, when I wake up, let it be a different situation. No, wait. What if I get trapped again in that unmoving darkness… No, but still, this is just…’

I didn’t even know how to pray properly, babbling incoherently in my mind.

Please, let me wake up in a different place! No, wait, if I can’t wake up at all, then it’s better to just live in this body… No, but this is just too much…

Maybe the gods heard my strange prayers because when I woke up again, I was still in Arbella Conte’s body.

And again, there were clear signs of a recent rendezvous.

“Ughhh.”

I had possessed a body I found incredibly difficult to handle. I had no experience in these matters.

Grumbling, I scrubbed myself clean.

‘Let’s try to adapt and live well.’

But it didn’t take long for that resolve to shatter.

“What is this…?”

I looked at my body the next day with trembling eyes. Since I was possessing Arbella’s body and had no intention of bringing men into the bedroom, such situations shouldn’t have occurred…

“Why the bed again?”

It took encountering the post-party state of the bedroom about seven times before I fully understood my situation.

It seemed I could only use Arbella’s body for half the day.

* * *

Arbella Conte was truly an extraordinary woman. She would stay up all night and sleep during the day. Thus, I always woke up in the morning. After a dozen times of waking up to a messy room with unfamiliar faces sprawled out naked, I became numb to it.

It became my job to chase the sleeping men out, clean myself, and tidy up the bedding. As I did this today, I pouted.

‘What is this? It feels like I’m a mother cleaning up after a spoiled daughter.’

She had all the fun and excitement, and what was I left with? The funny thing was that, perhaps due to her very liberal lifestyle, the maids looked at me like they’d seen a ghost every time I cleaned the room.

“Did you get up by yourself?”

“Oh my! You even washed yourself!”

“…”

Of course, I washed myself. Who else would? Even if someone else was supposed to, I couldn’t wait around feeling dirty until they showed up.

‘Ugh, this is too much.’

It felt wrong, so I left a note.

[Hello, Lady Arbella.

I am the person responsible for your day. Would you consider cutting back on your night-time activities in consideration of my efforts?]

It was a gamble, hoping she might recognize that I shared half of her day. I waited for a response, but none came. The next day, facing the empty desk, I shrugged.

‘It seems she’s unaware of me.’

She probably thinks a servant washes and cleans during her sleep. That could be the case. Regardless, no one searched for Arbella, and I spent the daytime comfortably, wearing a simple nightgown and eating the meals that were regularly delivered to the room.

The change happened about a month into this routine, just as I had gotten completely accustomed to it. Today, as usual, I woke up to find a man lying beside me in an awkward position. Without hesitation, I slapped his back to wake him up.

“It’s already midday! How long are you going to lie here? Get up! You have to start your day too!”

“Ouch! I’m up! I’m up already.”

The man twisted around like a snail covered in salt and got up, scratching his hair, which was flattened from sleep. He grumbled.

“Lady Arbella, you become a different person in the morning. Last night you were asking me to stay with you forever.”

‘Did she say that?’

If she wanted to be with someone forever, she should choose a specific partner. How can she talk about forever while dragging so many people into her bed?

Well, she’s an adult enjoying her s*x life; there’s no need to lecture her. However, since I occupy half of this body, I couldn’t help but nag.

‘Shouldn’t she live a bit more responsibly? This is ridiculous, mixing up day and night.’

Should I be thankful that I could be out during the day, or should I be sad about it?

As I stuffed the dirty sheets into a corner basket, the man whose back I had slapped earlier came up and hugged me from behind.

“This caring side of Lady Arbella makes you seem almost like a mother.”

The touch of bare skin made me shiver. I slapped his arms away.

“Stop talking nonsense and get out.”

“You’re so cold!”

He laughed playfully, winking at me.

“Please call me tonight too. I’ll be clean and waiting.”

“…”

I couldn’t make a promise since that wasn’t my responsibility. If Arbella liked him, she would call him again.

‘I wish she would restrain herself for just one day.’

Thinking about it, she must be a very sturdy woman. It takes a lot of stamina to engage in such nightly activities daily.

After washing up, cleaning the room, and airing it out by opening the windows to get rid of the musty smell, the maids brought breakfast. I made a sandwich with soft bread, vegetables, and a fried egg, then sucked on my fingers while picking out a book to read.

‘Let’s read this one today.’

Having gotten used to Arbella’s life, I now had the luxury of choosing books to read.

‘There’s a surprisingly good selection here, and the quality is high too.’

Humming, I walked into the small library next to my room. And there, for the first time since I had possessed this body, I encountered a man who wasn’t a s*x**l partner.

He had long black hair, like a crow, and a gloomy, cold appearance. The brief happiness at meeting someone new faded when I saw his icy eyes. He spoke in a cold voice.

“You look quite well, Madam.”

‘Madam?’

It was the first time I’d heard that title since possessing this body.

‘Is he calling me Madam just as a form of respect, or does he really mean it? Should I ask who he is?’

No one had asked me questions since I got here, so I was comfortable. Now, suddenly facing this man felt like stepping on a landmine.

“…”

I didn’t want to risk saying something wrong and ending up in a mental hospital, so I kept my mouth shut. The man’s lips twisted irritably.

“Suddenly pretending to be mute again?”

“…”

I’m not pretending; I just don’t know what to say. Could you introduce yourself first?

Not knowing that I was a possessor, the man naturally didn’t bother to introduce himself. He just swept his hair back and spoke with a sneer.

“I’ve heard you’re living too healthily. As a countess, you should start taking up some responsibilities.”

Countess! Responsibilities!

Those words provided important clues about my situation. Until now, all I knew was that I was called Arbella Conte.

‘But I don’t want to work. What if they find out I’m not really Arbella?’

Reading books was one thing, but doing actual work was another. I didn’t even know the customs here.

Seeing my troubled expression, the man’s face twisted angrily.

“Don’t make that face. Do you think I want to ask you for help? My esteemed father-in-law is worried that his daughter isn’t doing anything, thinking you’re being confined. What can I do?”

Father-in-law!

At that word, my eyes widened. The man twisted his lips in disdain.

“What? Are you surprised?”

Yes, I’m truly surprised.

‘Arbella, you were married?!’

So, she was living such a scandalous lifestyle while being married!

* * *

The man with black hair glaring at me was Arbella’s husband, Count Conte. He took me to Arbella’s office for the first time since I possessed her body. I didn’t even know Arbella had an office. She never seemed to leave the bedroom.

If I hadn’t asked if I could read books to pass the time, I might never have discovered the small library attached to the room and spent my days as a mere bedroom ornament.

‘This office looks quite official.’

The mahogany desk, heavy and solid, was piled high with documents. I was surprised to find that they were actually meant for me to handle.

‘Oh no, it looks like he’s trying to set me up. Should I pretend I can’t read?’

With my husband keenly watching for any mistakes, I felt nervous. I wanted to go back to being confined to the bedroom.

But my tension eased as soon as I looked at the documents.

‘Oh, this is easy.’

Most of the documents he gave me were financial records. They only required basic arithmetic skills.

‘Actually, this might be fun…?’

Having nothing else to do but slapping backs, cleaning, and bathing, this was a new and enjoyable pastime. Humming, I started writing on the papers with my pen.

* * *

…I take back what I said about it being manageable.

It’s been over a month since I started waking up every morning, kicking out the men, and performing the duties of a countess. Maybe it was because I was unexpectedly good at the job, but the way the servants looked at me had changed. Even a butler I’d never seen before came to see me.

Sure, it’s nice to be recognized. If I’m going to keep living as Arbella, I should raise her status to some extent. But I never wanted to be in this situation.

“Ah! What’s all this?! The workload just keeps growing!”

The simple arithmetic that used to be required in the paperwork had become increasingly lengthy and complex. Now, I was subtly being given all the documents related to managing the entire estate. When I complained, the butler wiped away tears and said:

– “This is originally the countess’s work.”

Apparently, he’d been struggling to handle it all because Arbella had neglected her duties. Grinding my teeth in frustration, I angrily scribbled my way through the paperwork.

“Damn it, Arbella just gets to have fun every day while I’m stuck cleaning up her mess!”

My irritation only intensified whenever the butler, who seemed to be expressing a liking for me, suddenly turned serious and said things like, “You know, I’m too old for anything to ‘rise’ anymore.”

‘What kind of life did she lead to make even the old butler wary of me?’

Arbella was definitely a full-fledged man-eater, not discriminating at all. While she continued her carefree existence, I, occupying the daytime hours, was pushed into being a diligent worker ant. This, in turn, somewhat improved Arbella Conte’s image.

She had gone from being a countess who lounged around like a grasshopper to one who worked hard during the day and fully enjoyed her nights. I thought this image improvement would make me happy, but instead, I felt more depressed. As I signed the endless documents, I clutched my chest in frustration.

‘This situation only benefits Arbella! This is so unfair!’

After sharing her body for so long, it was clear that the Arbella of the night must have noticed someone was using her body during the day. Overcome with frustration, I paused my paperwork and left a note for her.

[To the Arbella of the Night,

How about you start taking on some of the countess duties too? There’s too much work for me to handle alone.]

This is your job, after all. I wrote with a hint of annoyance, pressing hard into the paper. I didn’t really expect a response, though; she’d ignored my previous note.

But what do you know? This time, she replied!

[You sure demand a lot.]

It was a response that practically screamed intent to send me to an early grave from high blood pressure!

[If you don’t want to do it, then just quit. Life’s too short to do things you don’t want to do.]

On the surface, it seemed cool, but it was irresponsibly dismissive. I trembled with rage upon reading it.

“You, you!”

Arbella didn’t just leave it at that. She rubbed it in by being even more promiscuous at night. Whereas she used to bring one or two men into the bedroom, now it was five. The number of backs I had to slap to wake men up and the amount of cleaning I had to do increased. She was clearly provoking me.

The amount of passionate s*x she had at night left my body aching. As I sat down, my back screamed in pain. Gritting my teeth, I muttered to myself.

“Fine, if that’s how you want to play, I’ll make my move too.”

With a resolute expression, I ordered the butler.

“Send all the male servants in this guesthouse back to the main house immediately.”

“…Excuse me?”

I had come to learn that Arbella lived in a guesthouse a little way from the main estate. It seemed the Count Asil Conte had devised this arrangement to prevent Arbella’s scandalous lifestyle from leaking out.

There were about twenty male servants in this guesthouse, and they were all probably her lovers. I never saw them working during the day.

“You all need to work too. Just because you’re young and fit doesn’t mean you can live off being kept men.”

Evicting them from the guesthouse meant an end to the wild nighttime escapades. The butler, understanding my words, asked again, as if not believing his ears.

“All of them?”

“Yes, all of them.”

Clenching my fist and lifting my chin in a dignified manner, I replied firmly.

“Starting today, I’m leading a celibate lifestyle.”

The butler wept tears of joy, believing the countess had finally turned over a new leaf.

* * *

The response was immediate.

That night, Arbella left a hastily scrawled note, barely legible. It was the first time she had sent a letter first. The content was quite memorable.

[You fucking bitch, I’ll tear you apart and feed you to the dogs!]

I calmly folded it into a paper plane and sent it flying into the trash.

“Not scared at all. Go ahead, try to tear me apart. Your body will tear too.”

“You should have listened to me.”

So, you said do as you please, right? Then I’ll do as I please too. From the start, I never liked the idea of you enjoying your nightlife alone.

“From today, we will start a communist revolution. Our goal: shared labor, shared ownership, shared pleasure !”

Muttering a very loosely interpreted communist slogan that would make any scholar cry, I wrote back:

[If you don’t work, you don’t play.]

If Arbella Conte were just an ordinary woman, she might have sought a compromise there. But she wasn’t just an ordinary woman.

The next morning, I woke up without needing to slap any backs, but I was horrified to find the bed still in a mess, despite there being no partners.

“…What is this?”

As I moved the damp sheets, a branch-like object fell from between the covers and hit the floor. The black body, slick with some liquid, glistened menacingly.

The thing started vibrating as if a button had been pressed, and by then, I could no longer deny reality. It was a Dildo.

“Oh my God! Where did she even get this?”

Screaming, I stood up, and my eyes caught a bill on the desk for an unbelievable amount.

“Crazy woman! Crazy woman! Crazy woman!”

What is all this? How many adult toys did she buy? You’re a countess! Is this really okay?

Moreover, how do these things even work?

Holding the bill with trembling hands, I screamed.

“She spent the entire allowance allocated to the countess on adult toys?!”

I felt a throbbing at the back of my neck, like the kind you get before you pass out.

But if anyone should collapse, it should be her, not me. With a resolute glint in my eye, I hastily scribbled a note.

[Are you seriously out of your mind? Can’t you tone it down?]

I thought of much harsher words, but I tried to keep it as polite as possible.

Despite my considerate restraint, her response made my head pound.

[Go to hell.]

“You… you!”

Fine, so that’s how you want to play? I shoved the mountain of adult toys into an empty closet and shouted.

“Bring it on! This is a war between you and me!”

You’ve already blown all your pocket money, so there’s nothing more you can do! I can just ignore you now, right?

* * *