Closing the door behind him, Stiletto resumed his strut through the hallways.
With half an hour to kill, he decided to take a leisurely stroll around the property.
His mind, however, was elsewhere—buried in thought.
'I know I said I'd take her... but is it really worth it? This dude's gross father spent all his time with her, after all.'
He passed beneath a stretch of opulent paintings lining the walls, scarcely noticing them as he walked.
'I mean… I don't actually know the guy personally, so maybe it shouldn't matter. And I wouldn't mind being with her—at least once. Still though… something about it leaves a sour taste in my mouth.'
The thought lingered. Twisted.
'Wait... maybe if there's a way to separate them for good. Then I could fuck her once and leave her be forever, causing both the baron and her despair. I wouldn't feel dirty then. Hmmm... or better yet, I can find a way to do it in front of the bastard.'
Stiletto flinched, a chill crawling up his spine.
'Preferably without him killing me.'
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
'Not a bad idea... let's go with that for now.'
His mind still wandering, his feet carried him down a familiar stretch of hallway—one that led straight back to his room.
It was a habit of the previous Stiletto to stay cooped up inside.
Ahead, he caught sight of a goblin maid from behind, engaged in conversation with someone he couldn't quite see.
Judging by their posture, it seemed to be an interesting exchange.
Turning toward his door, he resolved to return inside and spend some more time studying his system, curious whether there was still more to uncover.
As he approached, however, he noticed the woman speaking to the goblin…
"Mya?"
"Oh! H—hey, Young Master!"
Stiletto took note of her mannerisms—the faint blush on her cheeks and her noticeably disheveled appearance.
Wearing a confused expression, he spoke, his tone slightly awkward as the memory of how he had treated her earlier still lingered.
"Um… may I ask why you're still here? In front of my room?"
He hesitated, then added:
"I thought this was usually when you went to handle a few chores around the manor."
Mya nearly jumped out of her skin, hastily stammering as she raised a hand clutching a white towel.
"Y–Yes! I—I was just dusting some of the furniture when…"
She turned toward the goblin maid.
"Patricia here came up to me, and we… ended up talking for a bit."
Stiletto's gaze flicked briefly to the maid before settling back on Mya.
"I see. Well..."
He hesitated, deciding it would be best to apologize.
But first...
Turning to the goblin maid—a relatively tall woman with green skin and red hair pulled into a tight bun—he spoke.
"Would you mind giving Mya and me a moment? I have something I'd like to discuss with her."
In a surprisingly shrill voice, she replied:
"Oh! of course, Young Master! I'll be on my way then..."
With a polite bow, she hurried off down the hallway, though Stiletto didn't miss the amused glance she cast back toward her fellow maid.
Deciding not to dance around the issue, Stiletto fixed his gaze on Mya.
"What was that? And why..."
He reached forward, grasping a section of Mya's hair—still tousled.
"Is your hair still like this?"
Mya's lips pressed thin before she snapped back, spite flashing through her embarrassment.
"And whose fault is that?"
Stiletto blinked, momentarily taken aback—though perhaps he should have anticipated it.
Sensing that the hallway was not the place for this, he gestured toward his door.
"Care to talk inside? I feel we... both need it."
Tucking her towel into her apron, she nodded timidly.
Her thoughts still lingered on the heights of ecstasy she had taken herself to not even thirty minutes earlier.
"Lead the way, then... S—Ahem! Young Master."
She nearly slipped up, but thankfully Stiletto didn't seem to notice—he had already started toward his door.
He reached the door first and, without thinking, opened it for her.
Having a personal maid still felt strange to him, and so he found himself slipping back into the polite habits he'd learned back on Earth.
Mya nagged him, but he just brushed it off with a chuckle, attempting to ease the tension.
Taking advantage of the moment, he checked her status page, hoping it would help him gauge how best to approach his apology.
What he saw caught him off guard.
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[Watchful Eye]
(Mya Caster)
Stage: 1
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'5
Skills: None
Favorability: 100/100
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'What the fuck happened in the time between then and now?'
He was truly puzzled.
Not only because her favorability had maxed out, but also because the way she was acting didn't reflect that at all.
A stray, darkly humorous thought crossed his mind:
'So all that's left is stabbing her—and then I can give her a system. Ha...'
He still didn't know how to approach using {Toxic Benevolence}.
And he certainly wasn't about to experiment with it now.
Making his way over to the bed, Mya followed as Stiletto sat down. He patted the edge beside him, gesturing for her to join him.
She stopped, standing directly in front of him.
Mya's reply was flat.
"Is that an order?"
Once again, that strange attitude...
'Am I just seeing the 100/100 favorability, or...'
Stiletto shrugged, not wanting to escalate the situation.
Even though, as her master, he could order her—he chose not to.
He wasn't trying to appeal to his personal maid right now—but to Mya.
"No... it's not."
Facing the voluptuous beauty, he continued, speaking sincerely—straight from the heart.
He wasn't doing this as an act.
He genuinely cared for Mya, whether that came from the old Stiletto's inclinations or not. It might have seemed ridiculous to develop feelings for someone he had met barely an hour ago, but the truth remained.
Stiletto had never had the chance to interact with a woman who truly loved him for who he was. His earlier speech to Mya hadn't been a lie—he truly yearned for love and affection.
And he easily felt that with Mya, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"I wanted to apologize, Mya. I ask that you forgive me."
A pause.
Uncomfortable with the silence, he went on.
"It won't happen again, I—"
"Again?"
Mya furrowed her brows.
Realizing what she meant, Stiletto rose to his feet.
He closed the short distance, lifting her chin gently until she was forced to meet his eyes.
"Yes... again."
Taking a moment to steady himself, he held her eyes.
"I want to do it again with you—this time, the right way."
His other hand slid lower, resting firmly against her thick ass.
Mya's face flushed instantly, her head dropping as she stared at the floor.
Stiletto grinned.
"No interruptions, okay?"
Mya's body jolted.
Then, suddenly, Stiletto felt himself fall backward.
In a single instant, he hit the bed—Mya mounting him in the same motion.
He tried to speak, but the words died as her tongue slipped into his mouth.
"MmmMMmpHhh~"
After the kiss finally broke, Mya straightened, breath uneven as she hurriedly tugged at her apron, lifting it over her shoulders.
"Fuck. I can't hold back any longer."
Stiletto was stunned.
"Wha—what?!"
She didn't stop, fingers moving with startling efficiency as she worked at the back of her dress.
"You heard me... I'm saying you win, St—"
She froze momentarily.
"—Young Master."
She finished with the last button, then slid her arms from the sleeves, letting everything fall away without a hint of shame.
Her sexy, heavy mounds of flesh bounced above Stiletto, her nipples hardening.
"And that I forgive you~"