Still Too Early for Proper Discipline
With the match's end came thunderous cheers. Leaving them behind, I headed straight to the lounge for some rest—and it wasn't long before a visitor sought me out.
"Great job today~"
Renes. The damned fox who'd put me in this mess to begin with. Flanked by Martina as her guard, she gazed down at me from where I sat, her voice brimming with excitement as she continued.
"You exceeded every expectation. Thanks to you, audience satisfaction hit an all-time high. Hehe, see? I do have an eye for talent."
An eye for talent, huh. It sounded like praise at first, but I could tell right away it was all empty flattery.
"Did you really think I'd beat her?"
Skill-wise, wasn't that girl on par with Martina and Helia? My win was just because I didn't feel like dragging it out—if I hadn't had the wits to block her firepower, I'd be a bloody pulp rolling on the ground by now.
"Of course not~ She's one of my top subordinates, lazy or not."
But Renes didn't hide the brutal truth at all. She spoke it without a shred of guilt.
"Petunia fights without holding back once she gets going, so I usually deploy her for jobs that need wrapping up fast. But to think a man could tank her firepower head-on, drag it into a war of attrition, and wear her down... I never imagined it."
"...So you matched us assuming I'd lose from the start."
"A little stimulus now and then is good for you. There's solid demand for seeing a man battered and crawling in the dirt."
She smirked, lifting the corners of her mouth high as she brazenly revealed her intentions. Just facing her made my blood boil, but Martina—her actual guard—stood silently by her side. Head bowed, eyes squeezed shut, like she had no face to show me.
"...Hoo."
Yeah, calm down. Even Martina, way stronger than me, couldn't defy her. If I lost my temper here, punishment was guaranteed.
I stayed quiet, holding my ground, and she pressed on with her triumphant glee.
"Everything's gone smoothly since you came under me. Crowds flock from all over just to see you—too many to count—and plenty are high-ranking nobles and tycoons. Where people gather, money and power follow."
Her hand reached for me, inching closer. Without hesitation. No doubt in her mind that I'd slap it away.
"Your value to the territory's boom alone puts you on equal footing with the Three Knights... no, surpassing them, considering you're the rare man who beat one. And if you're delivering that kind of power, you deserve treatment to match."
Her hand settled on my cheek, and with a soft gaze and whisper, she murmured,
"Anything you want? If you've got a wish, name it."
"A... wish?"
"Yeah~ Anything I can grant, I'll make it happen."
She caressed my face like she was polishing a gem, her touch meticulous. Her words made it clear: she saw me as someone important.
"Anything goes. Money, land—I've got more than I know what to do with... Ah, but no freedom. You stay the arena's idol until I say you've done enough."
Anything, as long as I stayed under her thumb. For a guy with nowhere else in this world, it was tempting. But what flashed in my mind first was something else.
What if I demanded her body right here...? Even one night in bed with me—would she accept?
Thump, thump. My heart raced wildly at the thought.
I wrestled hard with voicing that wish. It might be my chance to screw over the bitch who'd mocked me and trampled my women's dignity.
If I could really pound this cursed woman in front of me like a dog...
"Taking your time~ Got too many desires to pick one?"
She probed my silence. Feeling the pressure, I rushed to a decision on my dilemma and answered.
"...Upgrade my lodging. Somewhere good for training, if possible."
It stung, but the time wasn't right. I swallowed my lust, settling for what seemed best for now.
I wanted to ravage Renes. Stuff every hole, defile her, reduce her to the world's most pathetic slut.
But not yet. The power to grant wishes was hers—she'd surely recoil at a mere slave daring to bed her equal.
Forcing her down meant facing the whole city's guards protecting her, including Martina and Helia. No matter their feelings for me, they couldn't defy Renes's orders.
If I made her my enemy, we'd clash. I hated that. Fighting women I'd given my heart to, for any reason.
"We're here. This way..."
Better to retreat for now and bide my time.
Renes granted my wish readily, sending a retainer to guide me. The destination: a grand mansion in the city. The kind for high nobility.
Stepping inside, a meticulously landscaped garden greeted me at the entrance—trees pruned into statue-like shapes. Topiary, right?
"This is my new place?"
"It's a villa Lady Renes uses for occasional retreats. From now on, this building and the surrounding land will be registered under Lord Adrian."
Ha, not even a month and a half in this world, and I'd basically scored a villa in Gangnam. Sure, her name owned it in truth, but it beat my old digs by miles.
Good enough for now. Heading inside, rows of people on either side bowed in unison.
""We greet the new master, Lord Adrian.""
Master. That title meant they were all mine to command—dozens of them, no less. Pure power rush.
...Except they were all dudes.
"By Lady Renes's orders, we will serve Lord Adrian as our new master."
"A butler's duty is total devotion to his tasks. Use us freely if you need anything."
"May our service bring you comfort and luxury."
Polite, professional—they looked good on paper. But to me, they were a massive annoyance.
Damn it, butlers should come with maids. Why are all the servants in this world dick-swingers?
Clap, clap.
Amid my frustration, applause echoed. Looking up, I spotted someone on the stairs gazing down.
A woman in a skirt, not pants—black-and-white servant attire, not a butler's suit.
"You've finally arrived. We've been waiting."
She descended with soft footsteps, then knelt gracefully before me.
"Pleased to meet you, Lord Adrian. I am Ekaterina, long-time retainer to Lady Renes, chief steward overseeing this mansion... and from now on, your personal attendant."
"Ah, yeah. So you're in charge of everyone here?"
"Yes."
Her voice dripped poise and elegance. Her posture was ruler-straight, disciplined; her pale eyes fixed on me without a flicker.
Like an emotionless doll. But even that aloofness felt welcoming to me.
In a world where servants were all cocks, a rare female butler was gold. Pretty face, ample bosom straining her uniform...
Ah, stirring down there. Personal attendant, huh? Wonder if she'd oblige a request...
"Any questions, my lord?"
Ekaterina's smooth query snapped me from my fantasies. I flinched—had she read my mind?—and shook my head casually.
"Oh, no. Nothing right now. Just wanna rest..."
"Of course—fresh from the arena. Let's save talk for later. A bath first."
"Ah, yeah. Bath..."
Bath. From her lips, it sparked ideas. Play it right, and maybe a naked romp together. Ride the mood, savor that killer body...
"Escort attendants, guide the master to the bath."
"Yes, Chief Steward."
"This way to the bath..."
But instead of her, her underlings led me. Unwilling to be dragged off, I impulsively called out as she turned to leave.
"Uh, wait—Ekaterina?"
"Yes?"
"Where are you headed...?"
"To handle my backlog as chief steward."
Her flat reply, like I'd asked the obvious. Tongue-tied, I listened as she continued.
"As you've noticed, the mansion is vast, with endless upkeep. Cleaning alone takes a full crew—managing them is no light task."
"Ah, yeah... You're busy."
"That's the job. I won't see you again until tonight at least. Relay any messages through the attendants."
With that, she left without a second thought. I got half-dragged to the bath by the servants.
A den crammed with frail-bodied, girly-mannered dicks, in a world where gender norms were flipped.
"Whoa, your body's so ripped~"
"Jealous~ Bet the ladies love you."
"What's your routine? Share with me?"
Fuck, a bunch of goddamn fags.