Chapter 8

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 8

Chapter Title: EP 2. Stone Mountain - Reversal Curse (Brainwashing, Corruption) (2)

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The next morning when I woke up, I felt strangely refreshed for some reason.

As I opened the wardrobe to change out of my pajamas, I suddenly froze, noticing something.

My gaze landed on a brand-new maid uniform hanging there.

In this mansion, there are new-style and old-style maid uniforms, divided clearly.

The old style is the typical kind. Clichéd and classic, you could say.

The new style is an off-shoulder one-piece with an extremely short skirt. The kind where your panties are just barely peeking out even when you're standing still.

It also comes with stockings, a garter belt, evening gloves, a frilled headband, and a collar.

After putting it all on, I stepped in front of the mirror and gazed at my reflection, letting out a gasp of admiration.

"So cute..."

There in the mirror was an angel. A lewd, pure-white angel straight out of some fantasy.

The heavy exposure made me a bit embarrassed, but at the same time, my heart was pounding like crazy.

"That bald guy... I don't know about anything else, but he sure has a knack for picking women's clothes."

I'd heard that the chief steward himself had designed this new-style uniform.

I muttered it absentmindedly, then felt a pang of guilt and hesitated.

Being bald isn't a crime, after all.

Besides, he's technically my superior.

Maybe I shouldn't badmouth him.

"No, but come on, he's still the jerk who did all that!"

I shook my head to chase away the stray thoughts and left the room.

Today's assignment was cleaning the bathrooms again.

Specifically, the one in the guard barracks, known as the filthiest of them all.

Obviously, most of the guards are men. Actually, since I haven't seen a single woman around, it's safe to say they're all guys.

So, naturally, the stares pouring in were intense.

"That's the new maid who just started, right?"

"Looks like it. Killer body."

"Man, I just wanna grope that ass once."

Whispers all around.

Listening to them made my chest flutter.

Why was that? Just yesterday, it had annoyed me to no end.

Now, it was... embarrassingly thrilling, somehow.

My body heated up from the excitement. I could feel my pussy getting wet with slick juices, soaking my panties too. I wasn't even wearing a bra, so my stiff nipples poked right through the thin fabric, their pink outlines blatantly visible.

I hadn't realized it before.

Getting compliments and validation as a woman could feel this good.

Maybe it was because I'd been worn down lately by the unfair treatment and backstabbing from the other maids.

At least these guys were judging me objectively and fairly.

I turned toward the whispering men, flashed a bright smile, and gave them a little wave.

They all grinned back warmly.

Their faces flushing bright red with shyness—it was adorable.

Aah, they're all such kids.

With their pants bulging from those raging hard-ons.

Can't be helped, I guess. But if it weren't work hours, I'd pull them out myself.

Still, gotta work. Hard. No slacking.

I started with the first-floor bathroom in the barracks.

Normally, I'd do the dining hall or command center first since no one's there in the morning.

But really, no need to avoid them.

It was still early, so the first-floor bathroom buzzed with guards taking care of business or washing up.

"Coming in for a bit."

I stepped inside.

"Whoa!"

"Oh my."

They all looked startled. I felt bad for inconveniencing them.

"Don't mind me. Go about your business."

They nodded silently, but the awkward vibe lingered.

I pulled cleaning solution from my basket, dipped the brush, and got to work.

Having been a guy not long ago, I knew exactly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠what situations turn men on and which parts they fixate on.

I deliberately bent over, sticking my ass up high to show off my best assets: the pink labia dripping with juice, my plump cheeks, and firm thighs.

I felt their eyes locking on. A shiver ran through me. But I didn't hate it.

Why would I? This was proof they all loved me. It's not like it wears out from being looked at. Like a polite greeting. A little courtesy goes a long way to make everyone happy.

Besides—

"Haa...♥"

The various scents filling the bathroom.

Shit, bachelor stink, sweat, and the musky night-flower aroma.

Stenches I'd found revolting yesterday.

Today, they hit like intoxicating aphrodisiacs.

Like the musty basement dust—addictively compelling, begging to be sniffed more.

Best of all? The cock smell.

Especially the unwashed ones, smegma clinging tight, faintly wafting semen right to the tip. Perfection.

There were no other women in the barracks, so they probably jerked off all night.

Tonight, I might be their fap fuel. The thought sent a dizzy thrill through me, my pussy throbbing.

"'Scuse me~."

I squeezed between two occupied urinals, kneeling to scrub the floor and walls.

While at it, I sneaked peeks at the cocks on either side.

All rock-hard.

That one's super long.

Even spotted a foreskin-covered newbie. Kinda cute. Wonder if peeling it reveals a smegma jackpot. Just imagining made my mouth water.

But their piss streams were weak.

Probably from the erections. Gets the urethra pinched when it's that swollen.

Poor things. I eanna suck 'em. Those cute, stinky cocks.

I licked my lips without thinking.

Then snapped back, shaking my head.

What am I thinking?

Sex and dating are strictly forbidden in this mansion by the rules.

Besides, sucking cock? Me, who used to be a guy? That's... that's...♥

"Hey, you fuckers! How long you gonna dawdle in the shitter?! Get your asses out here!"

A uniformed officer bellowed from the entrance.

The unit commander.

They bolted in panic.

"Miss, try not to clean here during peak hours. This place is full of horny mutts—discipline goes to hell. Appreciate it."

He scratched his cheek, eyes averted. Adorably flustered.

"Y-yes... sorry."

"No need to apologize. Hey, you in the stall! Out, now!"

He kicked a stall door, roaring. A guy inside hastily pulled up his pants and scurried out.

"Fucking prick jerking off first thing in the morning. Anyway, carry on. Good luck."

"Y-yes..."

Once he left, the bathroom fell deathly quiet.

"Tch..."

So disappointing.

Like getting blue-balled mid-fap when your parents barge in unexpectedly.

"Work's work."

I slapped my cheeks to focus.

I scrubbed every spot with the magic cleaner brush, wiping away grime and stains.

"Scrub-a-dub~."

I hadn't noticed before, but work felt... fun.

Then I spotted piss stains outside a urinal and paused.

Hesitantly, I leaned in close and licked.

Bitter and salty.

"Huu...♥"

It was exhilirating.

I couldn't stop—I lapped up every drop nearby.

After thes first floor was spotless, I did the second and third.

Normally, I'd slack off waiting for time to pass, but looking back, that was wrong.

If you're gonna do it, do it right.

Plus, work's enjoyable.

Night fell, it was overtime time.

I scarfed dinner and raced to the chief steward's room.

More work after hours? Pure bliss.

Overtime, late nights, extra shifts, are the best!

Then I remembered something important I'd forgotten.

"Right, the basement!"

Something even more pressing.

All work matters, but this topped the list.

Cleaning could wait.

I carefully rolled up the rug, opened the hidden door, and descended.

Nothing much changed from yesterday. Good—they hadn't noticed us poking around.

"That mirror's still bugging me."

I muttered at the full-length mirror, so out of place here.

[1. Smash the mirror.]

[2. Investigate the mirror.]

I chose 1.

A die appeared.

I rolled the die.

Got a 6.

"Yes!"

The moment I grabbed a chair to smash it high overhead—

I froze.

"Ugh..."

I froze.

Suddenly realizing what I'd been about to do horrified me.

What was I thinking? If this mirror's innocent—just a mirror—smashing it would be unforgivable.

Be careful. Think it through. Rashness isn't me. I calmed myself.

I lowered the chair and calmly examined the mirror.

"Ugh...?"

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My mind blanked out briefly, then cleared.

The creeping doubt and unease vanished in an instant, leaving only strange certainty.

This mirror's nothing.

This room's nothing.

It is obvious now. Leaving a weakness so close?

Footsteps above.

I exited, closed the door, and replaced the rug.

About then, the chief steward entered.

"Ah..."

At the sight of him I drew an unwitting gasp.

That infuriating bald head, frivolous looks—now the epitome of flawless manhood.

"W-welcome home, Master."

Snap out of it.

I remembered my maid duties and bowed hastily.

Master smiled wordlessly. It was so enchanting, so cool—my face flushed, lips curving up too.

"You went into the basement?"

"...Yes."

I hesitated briefly before answering.

No reason to hide. Nothing suspicious about Master.

Suspicion should fall on Lena or Millia.

Especially Millia.

She slandered and doubted him.

Her first impression sucked anyway.

Elves are petty and scheming— it was common knowledge. Big ears mean you're untrustworthy, was an old saying.

"How was it?"

"Just a normal room. Except for that beautiful, captivating mirror."

"Of course."

Master approached, hands roaming my pussy and ass.

Up close, he looked even more like a flower boy.

My idol, crush, right here.

Plus the fondling.

Ecstasy barely kept me standing.

"I acquired that mirror by chance years ago. After much study, I discovered it held an ancient, potent black magic: the Reversal Curse. I added rituals, remaking it for my plans."

Something from a book surfaced.

Ah, so the mirror's incredible after all.

I was relieved it ended up with Master.

Villains like Millia or Lena would've misused it.

"Hng...♥ I see...♥"

His fingers ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠plunged inside my pussy, fingering deep—I writhed in bliss.

Amazing♥ Master♥ His Index finger so long and thick♥ Big fingers mean big cock, someone said♥ True♥

"Staring long swaps souls—you lose your body to your mirror self. Your original soul is trapped inside. It is irreversible until the mirror breaks."

"I see...?"

"I added a Binding Curse too. It makes swapped souls obey me absolutely. Easy—the projected soul has zero resistance. Anyone swapped via the mirror becomes mine effortlessly. Thus, I claimed the mansion staff and that haughty Iron Lady."

"Such..."

My head was spinning.

Sounded like Master was the villain Lena and Millia claimed.

"Follow me."

Master stopped fondling, grabbed my hand, and led me to the basement.

"Look in the mirror."

He shoved me toward it.

Reflection: me—

But it was off.

It showed my terror-stricken face, staring back at me.

Instinct clicked.

As Master said— it was not me, but the other me beyond.

The original 'me'.

"What... why...?"

While stunned—

Master yanked down my panties, grinding his cock against my crotch.

"Haang♥"

My aroused hole met Master's massive shaft—electric pleasure surged, my heat switch flipped.

Master's cock♥ Cock♥

"Chance for you. Push that mirror—break it—and you're the hero saving everyone. The Lady, dozens of maids here. Including yourself."

"Huat...♥ The... mirror...?"

Destroy this precious mirror?

The me in the reflection beyond clamored to be freed.

Just push.

A light tap.

But—

Doubt bloomed.

Why should I?

"Your face says no."

Master gripped my chin, forcing eye contact.

Closer—glans slipped between my soaked labia, the tip catching my hole.

A bit more♥ Just a bit♥

"Nngh♥ Of course... that me beyond... was one that was rude to you, Master...?"

On the first night here, during the harem call, I blew my shot at favor.

I upset Master.

I angered my caring seniors and maids.

I slacked off.

I ignored womanly duties.

I was stubborn, materialistic, lazy, dumb.

The worst.

"So... I don't wanna go back to that 'wrong' me...♥"

I gazed up pleadingly, shaking my hips to tease the tip in my pussy.

Reflection 'me' twisted in despair.

She heard.

Or guessed.

Either way, her face thrilled me.

Idiot♥

Should've played nice with Master.

"Even if it dooms the others?"

"Who cares♥ They're all devoted to you willingly now, right? Me too...♥"

Master seemed satisfied.

His long-awaited cock plunged deep.

"Huaang♥"

My lips parted in joyful moan.

Bliss spread from my crotch, flooding me with fulfillment and joy.

This is my purpose.

The only one.

"Ang♥ Aaang♥ Haaaang♥"

"You dared to act bratty last time. Repent, slut!"

"Yes♥ Repent...♥ Huaang♥ I'll repent♥ Atone♥ Punish me♥ Aaang♥ Befitting for the insolent bitch who defied Master♥"

Squelch squelch.

Master's proud cock thrust in my juice-filled hole—consciousness drowned in ecstasy, fading and resurfacing repeatedly.

I was drowning in pleasure.

I strained to stay awake, to savor every bit.

I was greedy to remember it all.

My gaze drifted to mirror.

There, 'me' beyond screamed, tears streaming, begging for release.

Pathetic.

Unknown sadism boiled from my depths.

So I moaned louder.

"Aaang♥ Master's cock too good♥ Discipline cock♥ Taming arrogant slut with that stud cock♥ Hauk♥ Jaaa♥"

"That good? Is it worth trading for dozens of souls?"

"Yes♥ For Master, more than that♥ Anything♥"

Finally, cum flooded in.

It filled my pussy, with my womb full I smiled happily.

But Master didn't stop.

Ass, tits, mouth—all were used, glazed in semen.

Purging every impure remnant.

I was purified.

Drenched in thick cum.

"Now you're part of my harem."

Master declared.

I savored the facial cum on my tongue before replying.

"Yes, Master♥"