A Secret Operation with the Butler (12)
A Secret Operation with the Butler (12)
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"You brought everything I asked for, right?"
"Yes. Here they are."
I scanned the supplies Rebecca laid out. A magic camera that didn't look anything like a camera. The Aphrodisiac Slime retrieved from Ariel. And the Holy Sword.
The camera was a given, since it had to collect evidence. The Aphrodisiac Slime was crucial, too. There were other ways to send the bastard into heat and make him pounce on me besides the slime, but the slime was the only way to wipe his memory.
The Holy Sword had thrown a fit about going into the inventory, so I'd left it with Reni, but I brought it along just in case. I couldn't afford to have my chastity endangered while shoving a pig into a trap.
"Good. You remember what to do?"
"Yes."
The plan I'd laid out was simple.
Lure the bastard in. Send him into heat and make him pounce on the maid—me. Then wipe his memory and mind with the slime and report the crime to the guard.
Naturally, in the process, it would just so happen that a camera recorded the room, and a maid passing down the hall—Rebecca—would just so happen to hear loud noises and look into the room, and then with unbelievably calm composure, the maid—Rebecca—would retrieve the evidence after the whole affair concluded and the bastard fell asleep, then submit it to the guard. And the maid in a panic—me—would vanish into the city's back alleys...
Rebecca let out a small sigh.
"...Even reconsidering it, it truly is a staggering plan. Everything so conveniently placed by chance. Isn't the situation much too contrived?"
"Well, do you have a better idea?"
"..."
Rebecca fell silent. Of course she had no better idea. Murder was the only solution you ever proposed!
But I didn't bother saying it out loud. It absolutely wasn't because thinking about it made my skin crawl. Making sarcastic remarks about other people's shortcomings wasn't something a person of character would do, so I was simply keeping quiet.
I let out a pointless cough and told her what I'd been thinking.
"Honestly, it doesn't matter whether the situation's contrived or not. What matters is creating rumors."
"Rumors, you say?"
"Yeah. Rumors."
I crossed my legs and put on what I thought was a cool villain's smile. Rebecca's brow twitched as if she'd seen it all, but what are you gonna do about it?
"I'll send the evidence to the guard and to this bastard's family, too."
"Why the family?"
Rebecca looked baffled. Why? Did she not understand even that? Come to think of it, did this girl have a family? Maybe she didn't understand because she had none.
"You said it yourself. That he chased off his whole family."
"He did, but."
"And you said the rest of them are all cut from the same cloth? That works out well for us."
"Works out well..."
Rebecca tilted her head.
"Think about it. They're just like him, and they got thrown out, so they'd be seething with resentment, right? And then, lo and behold, some dirt shows up? They'll raise absolute hell... Ahem."
"..."
"Anyway. They got kicked out, and now the bastard’s made a blunder like this, so they’ll do everything they can to shove him into a cell. If he ends up in jail, what happens to his fortune?"
"...!"
"When money’s on the line, family can be even more vicious than a total stranger. Where I used to live, we had proverbs and even fairy tales about blood relatives fighting over an inheritance."
"...Just what kind of place did you come from..."
Rebecca stared at me in disgust. Did this world not have similar stories? Something like Heungbu and Nolbu? No, this girl simply lacked common sense.
"If they still do not make a move, we can distribute copies to newspapers and the like. We brought plenty of cameras, right?"
"We did, but..."
"Whatever the case, the scandal itself is what matters."
We'd scale it up so the rumors of rape spread far and wide. They weren't entirely baseless, either. The signs were already there. The Silver Tier had said that unsavory rumors were starting to circulate about the estate. We'd amplify those.
Rape was a serious crime in this world. If the crime were proven, the perpetrator's dick would be cut off. I didn't know whether that would actually happen here, since the victim—me—would disappear, but the evidence would be more than enough to spread the rumor.
Rumors of sexual assault were bad enough, but what if the target was a child unable to resist? And what if the resentful, greedy family joined forces with the press? His reputation would plunge straight into the abyss.
And then what? We'd watch how things played out, and when the bastard left his post because of the investigation, it would just so happen that a thief would break in and just so happen to discover the secret room. In the process, the imprisoned maids would just so happen to wake up.
Once the kidnapped maids were discovered, it would truly be the end. At that moment, Ariel would seize on the disgrace to break off the engagement. Around then, the asset recovery Rebecca mentioned would proceed as well.
And well, the thief would steal all sorts of treasures from the estate and just so happen to swipe the Polymorph Artifact, too.
Hmm.
Not perfect, but for something cobbled together, it was a passably usable scenario.
"Got any better ideas?"
"...No."
"Then that's settled."
If the one who'd been thinking about this longer than me couldn't come up with anything, then that was the end of it. Though it also seemed like her brain was so locked into the murder track she couldn't think of anything else.
In any case, I felt refreshed. Was this the smug high of being a modern man in another world? How did you like that for the thinking of someone from a world full of conspiracies and smear campaigns?
I smiled at Rebecca, trying to convey exactly that, but she looked distinctly uncomfortable.
"It really is a vicious trap. Not that I'd ever call it excessive for that man. But still, the method..."
Rebecca trailed off. This one, always talking about casually killing people, yet she gets squeamish over something like this.
"Well, it wasn't exactly a rare thing where I used to live."
The number of people who'd fallen to ruin over sex scandals wasn't exactly one or two. Some were real criminals, and some were just framed.
Still, I had never imagined I'd be the one doing the framing. Was this what they called a victim becoming a perpetrator? I'd never been a direct victim, of course, but I'd empathized with victims of false accusations, so could that not make me an indirect victim?
...My head was about to get complicated for no reason. I swept away the stray thoughts.
"All right. Let's get started right away... You okay?"
"I'm fine."
That was what she said, but Rebecca looked a little tired. That was only natural. She'd been running around everywhere getting the necessary items in a short span of time.
"Hold still. I've got a fatigue recovery skill, you know? Starting now, I'll..."
"I'm fine. If I borrow your abilities, I think I'll only end up more exhausted."
Tch. Sharp one. She'd figured out that my 「Recovery Sex」 was related to sexual activity. But a true master digs two traps.
"No. You need to renew your Polymorph anyway. Stop arguing and get on all fours."
"Ugh..."
It couldn't be helped. Rebecca had reverted to her original body while gathering supplies outside the estate at night, so naturally the polymorph needed to be reapplied. Silly girl. I was killing two birds with one stone, and she didn't even know to be grateful, refusing me like that.
"There. Unbutton."
"Kgh..."
Rebecca undid her buttons, letting out meaningless moans.
I licked my lips and teased Rebecca’s nipples, which had grown shy all over again.
Truly fun breasts.
...
"Nnghaaah?! S-Stop!"
"What do you mean, stop? I told you fatigue recovery comes with it too, didn’t I?"
"Th-This much is en-enough! Hyaaak!"
"Quiet. What if someone hears?"
"?! Mmph! Mmph! Kghmph! Hmph!"
"Hey, I've got a question."
"Mmph...?"
"When you wash your chest, how do you... Never mind. Forget it."
"Hmph!..Mmph....Kghaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!"
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Rebecca was incredulous.
Just as Yoo-jin had said, hiding in a corner of the room with the image-storage artifact, suppressing her presence—up to that point, it was fine.
She did not know how Yoo-jin had done it, but when he successfully lured Sivter into the room, she had inwardly cheered. But this...
"Oh! My great master! Are you going to ravish me violently?!"
Yoo-jin had told her to trust him. But when the moment actually came, his acting was truly...
"No! I don't want this! Please don't!"
'Isn't that far too clumsy?!'
Rebecca screamed a silent scream.