A storm of thoughts and a few emotions entered Stiletto all at once:
Anger, frustration, and confusion.
He wondered why the system chose this exact moment to notify him.
Maybe it was a coincidence.
He also questioned what skill he could even possibly gain, given that he'd only experienced a handful of things in the approximate hour since he took over his predecessor's body.
Stiletto even considered letting the skill go and simply taking the punishment instead.
So close...
He was so damn close.
In the midst of his whirlwind of thoughts, he was snapped from his reverie by a shrill yelp, echoing his previous one.
"AHH! WH—WHAT?!"
Her juicy ass still up in the air, Mya's whole body bounced at Stiletto's frustrated remark, causing her to scream too.
She jolted her head back to face him, her face mixed with concern and...
Annoyance?
"Young Master, why use such crude language? What's going on?"
Mya bounced her hips, her pussy-lips rubbing against his tip.
With a slight moan, she continued:
"W—Whatever is going on... please don't keep me waiting any longer. Take me now~ I can't—"
"Mya, you need to leave."
"S—sorry?"
Stiletto took a deep breath, and then urgently checked Mya's status page.
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(Mya Caster)
Stage: 1
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'5
Skills: None
Favorability: 99/100, +18
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'Interesting... I still don't know if the favorability is purely sex-based, but it seems that she has grown exceedingly fond of me since an hour ago. Almost too much... I wonder what factors truly affect things. In any case, it seems that for her it works that way... a very general hypothesis, though.'
He blinked.
'But... this is good. I have a decent cushion this way.'
He had made his decision.
"I said, leave."
"B—but... Young Ma—"
"Now."
Mya's face in that moment was difficult to read..
At first, she looked frustrated—confused.
Then, disappointed.
And lastly, she seemed...
Empty.
With a curt nod, she quickly sat upright and stepped off the bed, her face blank.
At that moment, the system abruptly forced itself into his vision, covering the sight of the maid hurriedly dressing.
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'FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!'
Stiletto's world seemed to come crashing down in the blink of an eye.
As well as his erection.
And as if that weren't enough, his heart burst when he glanced back at Mya in a panic.
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(Mya Caster)
Stage: 1
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'5
Skills: None
Favorability: 67/100, -32
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Her favorability was plummeting...
Fast.
'SHIT! I can't let it end like this.'
Moving quickly to resolve the situation, he stepped off the bed as well and grabbed Mya by the arm.
Mya—her maid outfit only halfway fastened around her lower half—turned her head toward him.
Her fleshly tits bounced as she spoke:
"Wha—mmMpH—wait, stop."
In that motion, Stiletto pulled her in for a kiss—but she had swiftly pressed a hand to his bare chest and pushed him back.
"You don't get to do that now."
"Mya... please. Trust me when I say this isn't your fault, okay?"
She lifted the dress over her shoulders haphazardly, her still-hard nipples retreating from the air.
"Sure..."
Not giving him a chance to respond, she went on:
"I would ask you to button the back of my outfit... but you seem too busy for that, so..."
With a now-frustrated glint in her eye, she began to sloppily put on her socks.
Stiletto could only watch.
'Fuck... I can't even be mad at her. This is such a dick move. I just made this married, mature woman cast everything aside for me—just to end it right at the last moment. Shit.'
Noticing that Stiletto hadn't lifted his eyes from her—a silent plea—she shot him a lazy, empty glance as she pulled on her other shoe, muttering under her breath:
"What do you want me to say...?"
Stiletto's heart thumped in his chest.
He reached down, caught her hand, and pulled her to her feet.
Wrapping an arm around her slender waist, he lifted her chin with his free hand, tilting it upward to hold her gaze.
"That you forgive me, Mya. That's what I want. I promise you—I care deeply for you. Nothing I said earlier is a lie. Just... trust me, okay?"
"I... I don't—"
The air seemed to freeze between them.
Stiletto felt his balls in his stomach as he sincerely observed the beautiful woman in his arms and the raging turmoil behind her eyes.
Finally, after seeing how worked up he was, she let out a slow breath and turned her gaze aside, a strange pout forming.
"Fine, Young Master..."
With that, she tried to ease her way out of his embrace.
Stiletto only held tighter.
Determination burned in his eyes as he spoke boldly.
"It's not enough. Kiss me. Then you can leave."
"You—"
Mya's face nearly twisted with anger before it softened, realization settling in.
Her Young Master just didn't want her to leave the room angry. No matter how disrespectful the command may have sounded, the intent behind it was sincere and innocent.
As the woman who had raised him all his life, she knew that.
So, despite her current feelings, she tried to appease him. Rising onto her tiptoes, she kissed Stiletto on the lips.
A quick peck.
Then, when he released her, she snatched up the rest of her belongings and headed for the door.
Her face was extremely red.
And she was almost on the verge of tears.
'What the fuck is going on with me?! Am I insane? I just need a second alone to think—fuck... wait!'
Swiveling her hips while keeping her face turned away from Stiletto—trying to hide her emotions—she spoke dryly, her voice firm:
"The Baron wishes to speak with you before lunch..."
A pause.
"That's all."
That had been the original reason she'd come to Stiletto's room in the first place—to relay his message.
Stiletto tried his hardest to smile.
"Okay, Mya. I will meet him. Thank you."
Just before the door closed behind her with a hollow, dull thud, Stiletto made sure to check her status.
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(Mya Caster)
Stage: 1
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'5
Skills: None
Favorability: 77/100, +27
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Stiletto wasn't sure what to think.
He was relieved he'd managed to somewhat salvage the situation, raising her favorability in the end.
Still, the fact that it dropped to a 50/100 so easily disturbed him greatly.
Worse yet, Mya had left the room with a poorer impression of him than when she'd first entered.
But it was far from terrible.
And quite frankly, he had learned a lot from just this one experience.
Speaking of experience...
"FUCK!"
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Moving faster than he ever had—even compared to his toughest stunts as a gymnast in his previous life—he jutted out a finger and accepted.
'This better be fucking worth it.'