The uniform was tight.
It hugged Takuya Kazama like a possessive lover, its midnight black fabric clinging to his chest with a tenacity that left little to the imagination.
Silver embroidery traced the coat's edges, catching the chandelier's golden light, while the trousers—fuck, these trousers—molded to his thighs and groin, outlining every curve with shameless precision.
Polished boots added a hint of stature, transforming him from naked bath intruder to a manservant who looked ready to serve… or seduce.
Takuya shifted, the tight collar grazing his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
Five hours, 21 minutes, the timer ticked.
Lady Seraphina Grellhart watched from her ornate writing desk, her ice-blue eyes unreadable beneath a mask of noble composure.
Her midnight silk gown hugged her full breasts and flaring hips, a single velvet glove on her left hand glinting like a dark promise.
A maid—older, mid-40s, with a stern bun and a flush that screamed repressed desire—fastened the final button on Takuya's collar, her fingers lingering a moment too long.
Seraphina's voice cut through the air, dry as winter frost. "I trust you are… comfortable?"
Takuya smirked, his pervert brain already scripting scenarios. "It's not quite a bath, but I'll manage."
She ignored him, her gloved hand flexing subtly, the velvet creaking.
Instead, she turned to the two noblewomen lounging on silver-velvet chaises, their presence filling the study like predators sizing up prey.
Lady Vellora, plump and soft-voiced, her steel-gray hair piled high, wore a corset that strained against her ample curves, each breath a test of its stitches.
Madame Renne, leaner and sharper, drowned in pearls, her gown a cascade of cream silk. Her dark eyes raked Takuya like he was a prize steer at auction.
"This," Seraphina said evenly, "is my unexpected guest. I'm considering employing him in a… personal capacity."
Vellora raised an eyebrow, her lips curling. "A manservant, my dear? How traditional."
Renne sniffed, her gaze lingering on Takuya's trousers. "At least he's well-shaped. Is he mute?"
Takuya bowed slightly, letting his coat part to reveal a sliver of chest. "Only when I'm being useful, Madame. Otherwise I tend to be… quite vocal."
The system pinged, crimson text flickering in his vision.
Arousal Aura Detection: Vellora: 12%, Renne: 9%
New Sub-Target Potential: Noble MILFs of Matronia Unlocked
Skill Boost: Social Volley – +5% effectiveness in courtly teasing when multiple MILFs are present
Takuya's grin twitched.
Two more MILFs? Jackpot.
The study's air thickened, heavy with violet and amber perfume, undercut by the faint musk of his own arousal.
Seraphina folded her gloved hands in her lap, her ice-blue eyes never leaving him.
"This one thinks he's charming," she said to the others, her tone cool as a blade.
"Is he?" Vellora purred, leaning forward, her corset creaking as her breasts strained the fabric.
"I do like charm. Especially when it's disobedient."
Takuya met her gaze, letting his eyes linger on her curves. "You'd find me dangerously enjoyable then, my Lady."
Vellora's cheeks flushed, a soft pink blooming beneath her powder.
Renne sipped her wine, her eyes tracing his legs with a predatory glint.
"Turn," she said simply.
Takuya turned, the trousers hugging his ass like a second skin.
The room fell silent, the noblewomen's stares a tangible weight, their breaths shallow.
The system chimed.
System Update:
Time Until Penalty: 5 hours, 21 minutes
Target Orgasm Requirement: 1 (Minimum)
Additional Bonus: Public display triggers sub-target reaction
"No pressure," Lyseria's voice whispered in his mind, honeyed and teasing, "but I'd start pushing buttons now, lover."
Takuya turned back to Seraphina, her ice-blue gaze fixed on him, her lips a tight line beneath her bored facade.
The velvet glove on her hand twitched, a subtle tell that sent his pervert brain into overdrive.
She's watching. She's feeling it.
He inclined his head, voice smooth as silk. "I hope you're enjoying your… interview."
She blinked once, her composure a brittle mask.
"Yes," she said. "You'll be accompanying me to tea with the Council shortly."
"Am I to serve… or to entertain?" Takuya asked, his tone teasing, suggestive.
"Both," Seraphina said.
For the first time, her lips curled at the corners—a flicker of a smile, sharp and dangerous.
The system pinged.
Skill Unlocked: Whispers of the Body – Passive ability to detect subtle arousal cues in targets.
Arousal Aura: Seraphina: 35%, Vellora: 14%, Renne: 11%
Takuya's heart raced.
Game on, milady.