This Is Absolutely Insane!

In the guest suite reserved for VIPs, Nelia was throwing a full-blown tantrum.

The moment she heard the chairman of Nostrum Trading Company’s proposal, she had tried to kill him on the spot. Only Sara’s desperate intervention had stopped her. Even so, Mateo had simply smiled with that infuriating composure and granted Rose time to think it over in the private room.

“Captain! Screw thinking about it—just wreck them all! Steal everything and build a grand fleet! No one would dare touch us then!”

Nelia rambled on with manic excitement, but Rose only shook her head quietly. If things were truly that simple, there would be nothing to fear. But right now her fighting force consisted of only three people: herself, Sara, and Nelia. The three of them could win battles. They could not rule the seas.

There was only one path Rose could choose.

Accept Mateo’s offer.

Giving up her ship and pirate crew to start over from zero was impossible. All the keys would be stolen by the protagonist, and once they fell into his hands, taking them back would be like plucking stars from the sky.

Mateo’s proposal had been straightforward. The Black Rose pirates, including Rose, would become affiliated with Nostrum and carry out three missions. The exact details, however, would remain secret until the contract was signed.

Normally she wouldn’t have agonized this much. Missions from a trading company were usually nothing more than retrieving lost cargo or wiping out nearby pirate groups. But things were different now. Because of the mod Rose herself had installed, a miserable fate awaited every female character.

There was no way these missions would be ordinary.

“It’s time,” the servant announced a short while later as the door to the suite opened.

Rose and her companions stood before Mateo once more. Nelia gripped the hilt of her dagger, clearly waiting for the order to strike.

“The proposal…” Rose paused for a moment, then spat out her decision with clear resignation. “I accept.”

“Captain!”

Nelia cried out in shock and drew her blade.

“Sheathe it. It is the captain’s decision.”

Sara remained calm as she restrained her companion. Once Nelia reluctantly put her weapon away, Mateo produced a prepared contract as if he had known this outcome all along.

Blood Contract. A magical item used to seal agreements. Whatever was written inside had to be obeyed without question.

“There is plenty of time. Please read it carefully.”

The contents of the contract Rose received were not complicated. She simply had to complete the three missions Mateo assigned. Even in failure, she would only receive new ones. There were no special financial penalties. It even stated that if an impossible mission was forced upon her, the contract would be voided and Mateo would cover all repair and towing fees.

But there was one clause: if Rose refused a mission she was fully capable of performing, her body and freedom would belong to Nostrum Trading Company forever.

It was an obvious trap.

Yet there was no other path. She could only charge forward through the thorny road laid before her with everything she had.

Rose pressed her thumb beside her name. Blood welled from her fingertip and left a clear fingerprint on the document.

With a snap of Mateo’s fingers, the door opened again. A servant appeared carrying a tray. On it rested three black leather chokers.

“A gift to celebrate the signing of our contract. You will accept them with joy, yes?”

Mateo spoke with a sly, mocking smile. At first glance they looked refined, but Rose knew exactly what they were—slave chokers meant to control them.

“It seems our honored guests are still weary from their journey and lack the strength to move. You lot, put them on for them.”

When Rose simply glared at him in silence, Mateo gave the order to the servants. The servants trembled violently under Rose’s murderous gaze, but in the end they fastened the slave chokers around the necks of Rose and her companions.

“With this, the contract is complete. We will have your ship repaired spotlessly, so please rest comfortably.”

After Mateo’s final words, Rose and the others were led to their quarters.

They’re treating ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠us far too well.

Rose thought as she looked around her private room. She had expected to be treated like a slave, yet the room assigned to her was luxurious enough for a princess of a nation. Several maids had even been assigned to her, standing quietly in the corner on standby.

Of course, they were clearly there to watch her.

A short while later, dinner arrived. The meal was equally extravagant and sumptuous. Rare ingredients that only nobles would enjoy covered the table. It was so luxurious that even if she took only one bite of everything, she still wouldn’t be able to taste it all.

But Rose did not let her guard down. In the game she knew, it wouldn’t be strange at all if the food had been drugged. Not poison, of course.

She tore off a leg from the perfectly roasted turkey and examined it from every angle, but there was nothing suspicious about it. On the contrary, her stomach and mouth, irritated by all the inspection, drooled desperately, begging her to hurry up and eat.

In the end, Rose took a bite despite her suspicions—and the moment that heavenly flavor hit her tongue, she could not stop. She devoured everything like a ravenous beast, then threw herself onto the bed and fell fast asleep.

Rose woke again only after lunchtime the next day. Even then, the maids had to wake her, saying it was almost time for her mission.

The extreme tension she had been under had piled her fatigue to the limit, but after filling her belly and sleeping in a luxurious bed, she felt like a completely new person. Even her worries about the mission had vanished. Right now, she felt like she could accomplish anything.

Today’s meal was far simpler. Honestly, if they had prepared another feast like yesterday’s, Rose herself would have felt burdened.

“This is your first mission.”

As Rose was nearly finished eating, the maid attending her delivered a message from Mateo.

“Admiral Rose is to work as an employee at the Nostrum Casino for the day.”

Rose’s mouth froze mid-bite. Being a casino employee did not mean carrying drinks or doing simple chores. Now that she had slowly begun to accept the reality of being a woman and was growing accustomed to this body, she immediately understood what task had been given to her.

They wanted her to be a damn bunny girl.

As if to confirm her suspicion, one of the maids behind her brought over a neatly folded uniform and placed it on the bed.

“But before that, the master has arranged for you to relieve your fatigue at our spa.”

Even after clearing away the tray, the maids did not leave the room. Rose stroked the choker around her neck and reminded herself of her current situation. The maids were not making a suggestion.

“That son of a bitch.”

Rose growled through gritted teeth. She had assumed he would assign her something trivial like pirate extermination, but he had struck her where she least expected. Still, she was in no position to refuse. In the end, Rose stood up.

Following the maids’ guidance, she arrived at a private spa reserved exclusively for honored guests. The grand facility, large enough to accommodate hundreds, was completely empty and silent. It had been prepared solely for Rose.

The opulent sight eased some of her irritation. Instead of simply ordering her to dress as a bunny girl, they were treating her with excessive hospitality. It was almost too much.

“That’s enough. You can leave now.”

Before undressing, Rose tried to dismiss the maids, but they did not budge.

“Then at least turn around.”

At her words, the maids exchanged glances, then began removing their own clothes. While Rose stood there stunned, the maids stripped themselves completely naked. Without a hint of shame, they stood like statues with their hands politely clasped in front of their groins.

Well… we’re all women here.

Rose tried to be as understanding as possible as she began to undress. Every single one of the maids was a stunning beauty. Standing naked among them gave her a strange thrill.

Plop.

The last piece of clothing fell to the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠floor, and Rose felt a sense of liberation. She stood there like a goddess more beautiful than the naked maids who worshipped her. Shame vanished, replaced by arrogance and a sense of conquest that wrapped around her body.

Rose walked between the lined-up maids and stepped into the bath.

“Haa……”

The warm heat melted the tension from every muscle in her body, relaxing her pleasantly.

“Would you like some wine?”

One maid approached. When Rose nodded, a glass filled with the finest vintage was placed in her hand.

“This is practically heaven.”

While she was enjoying the hot spring, a maid approached again.

“It is time for your massage.”

When Rose turned her head, she saw a massage table already prepared and the maids standing ready. She frowned. This was essentially product maintenance. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, but the dreamy warmth of the bath had put her in a good mood, so she rose from the water.

“Please lie down here.”

The maid’s tone was polite yet somehow coercive. Rose lay face-up on the table. No matter that she was surrounded by naked women, lying there completely exposed and defenseless was undeniably humiliating. On top of that—whether due to her constitution or the mod—her groin was completely smooth, without a single hair.

When she tried to cover her breasts and groin with her hands, one of the maids gently draped a towel over her body.

“Please relax your arms and let them rest at your sides.”

Rose had been tense, worried they might try something strange, but she told herself that women together couldn’t do much. Besides, in the game she had been considered the strongest in close-quarters combat. The maid’s hands began the massage slowly. It was a genuine top-class massage, soothing the knotted muscles in her shoulders, neck, and calves with refreshing skill.

“Eep!”

But while she had surrendered her body to the massage and was lost in that languid pleasure, the hands rubbing her shoulders slipped sneakily beneath the towel and dug into her armpits. At the same time, the hands massaging her legs crept up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her thighs and were already nearing her groin.

Rose tried to gently push the hands away, but there were simply too many of them. In any case, the hands continued the massage, and since her knotted muscles were actually loosening, she told herself she might be overreacting and endured it.

But her anxiety proved correct.

“What the hell are you doing!”

Realizing she wasn’t resisting, one hand boldly caressed the side of her breast. It was no longer a massage—it was closer to subtle molestation. Finally Rose exploded in anger and covered her body with her hands.

Yet the maids pretended not to understand, looking at her with genuinely puzzled expressions.

“That’s enough. I’m stopping this nonsense.”

As Rose tried to cover herself with the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠towel and leave, a massive shadow blocked her path.

“I came to see how well things were going, but it seems our girls have made a mistake.”

The newcomer was a new woman dressed in a maid uniform. She was even taller than Rose, possessing a height and build closer to that of a strapping man.

“The chairman specifically ordered us to treat our precious guest with the utmost care. I am truly sorry.”

When she bowed deeply to Rose with a smile, the other maids who had been at a loss hurriedly bowed as well. She appeared to be the head maid in charge of the others.

“If you understand, then move. I’m going back to my room.”

Rose spoke harshly, but the head maid did not budge.

“I apologize, but that is not possible. Our service is not yet finished, and if I let you leave like this, the chairman will scold me.”

Rose tried to push past the woman, who was smiling in a distinctly unpleasant way, when she suddenly felt all strength leave her body and collapsed.

Thud!

Rose couldn’t move a single finger. She lay sprawled on the tiled floor with her cheek pressed against the cold surface.

“What… did you do?”

She barely managed to lift her head and saw a small jewel in the head maid’s hand. It was a magic stone used to control the slave chokers.

“It seems your fatigue has not yet been fully relieved. That is only natural. Do not worry. Our girls will transform you into an entirely new person.”

The head maid snapped her fingers with a crisp sound. The maids lifted Rose and placed her back on the massage table. This time they did not cover her with a towel. Instead, they spread her limbs wide as if putting her on display.

“Ugh! Don’t touch me!”

Rose shrieked in panic at the hands touching her body. The head maid’s hand, which had drawn close, had gently caressed the area around her groin and slit.

“Such a small, beautiful slit. I had no expectations since I heard you were a pirate, but this… it looks like you’ve never known a man. Am I right?”

The head maid whispered so close that Rose could feel her breath. Rose blushed furiously and turned her face away. This body wasn’t even hers. She was a man. She had simply possessed this body. Yet the head maid’s words filled her with the shame of a young maiden.

“I’m dying to see this tiny gap spread open. Will you show it only to me?”

The head maid mocked her as she stroked the soft mounds surrounding Rose’s slit. Meanwhile, the other maids’ movements had grown ominous. They surrounded her as if preparing to perform a dissection on her body, each holding small vials of liquid in their hands.

“Then let us begin your education.”

The head maid whispered and stepped back. The naked maids pressed in close, one step closer to Rose.