Ikemen Villains: Maid for Your Command

Alfons Sylvatica: Deserving Punishment

"I can't believe you don't have any experience with this kind of roleplay. What kind of boring, innocent life did you lead before you got here? Knowing that I'll be able to corrupt you so much sends a shiver down my spine."

"This is the first time I've heard about this! I'm... I'll sue you for fraud!"

My face turned bright red as I stood there in a maid's uniform and glared at Alfons.

"Ahha! On what basis? This is your penalty for losing the game."

Liam and Alfons had invited me to play a card game with them in the parlor, so I'd joined them. However, I ended up losing spectacularly.

Alfons was the winner and only THEN did he inform me that my penalty for losing was to be his personal maid for the day.

"Come on and sit down right here. You are my maid, correct? You have to obey your master's orders, no matter what... or else. Who knows what sort of awful punishment you might receive."

Ugh...

Sitting down with my back facing him made me feel strangely nervous.

"D-doesn't the master usually sit in the chair and the maid stands beside him?"

"Yes, but I'm a kind master who wants his maid to have a seat."

It's really impossible to win an argument against him...

"Just don't do anything weird, all right?"

"Hm, you're giving orders to your master? What a troublesome maid."

"It's not an order, it's a request."

I reminded him as I sat down. His looming presence right behind me made me feel restless.

"People love roleplaying, don't they? Do you know the purpose of such games?"

"I'm afraid to ask..."

"It's about being liberated. When you roleplay, you can forget who you really are and throw away your shame and inhibitions. All you have to do is focus on what feels... good."

Alfons circled around to the front of me and sat down on the table, then held out his hands.

"Take them off. Oh, and don't use your hands. Use your mouth."

I stared at him in shock, feeling the heat creep into every inch of my face and tingle down deep in my belly. Leaning forward, I bit the tip of his black leather glove.

I'm obeying him because I lost and these were his conditions. That's all. That's the only reason I'm going along with this...

For some odd reason, my heart began to pound wildly as I slowly removed his glove, exposing his bare skin.

"Heheh. What are you imagining right now, with that enthralled look on your face? What a bad maid you are, [Name]."

"...I'm not imagining anything."

"Really? Well, you'd be a failure as my personal maid if you couldn't imagine something dirty after doing that."

I gazed up at his handsome face, my thoughts running wild in turmoil.

"I'll need to train you so that you can't stop yourself from having naughty fantasies when you take off my gloves."

...Is he going to show me an illusion again?

Alfons had the ability to distort people's perceptions of reality by touching the nape of their necks with his bare hands. I couldn't help but brace myself for that touch, and unconsciously writhed on the chair.