“S-serve?”

The word was utterly foreign to Nefu. She had no clue what it meant—none of the human memories she’d devoured contained this term.

Seeing Nefu kneeling dazedly on the bed, Ophelia raised an eyebrow. *Shy, huh? Doesn’t know how to serve.*

A faint smile touched Ophelia’s lips as she slipped off her outer robe, revealing form-fitting undergarments that hugged every curve.

“Don’t resist. Obey my command. Now—take off your clothes.”

“T-take off… my clothes?”

Nefu murmured like a sleepwalker. A sharp *hmph* from Ophelia jolted her awake, spine shivering.

*She must not disobey!*

Tiny fingers hooked the hem. Hesitantly, Nefu peeled off the oversized, ill-fitting rag.

Strange… shedding useless cloth should feel freeing for a monster. So why did she want to flee?

Instinctively, she covered her chest—*Why am I doing this?*

Is this… human shyness? How curious.

She tried to lower her hands, to face Ophelia proudly—but that blazing gaze only made her clutch tighter.

“Hands down, Nefu.”

Ophelia leaned close, lifting a silken strand of hair, blowing a cool breath along her neck. A wicked smirk curled her lips.

“I *command* you.”

“B-but…”

Patience gone, Ophelia’s amber eyes flashed violet. Nefu gasped—her body froze!

Arms, tender as young lotus roots, dropped limply. Uncovered, her modest chest lay exposed.

“You—”

“The rest too. Off.”

Like a puppet on strings, Nefu bent, hooked the waistband, and yanked it down.

A hot flush burned her cheeks. *I never knew I could feel this…*

“Good.”

A light clap. The strain of resisting the Slave Contract vanished. Muscles slackened. Nefu slumped onto the bed.

“I’m coming.”

Ophelia whispered—and pounced.

“No! Stop!”

Nefu trembled, breath hitching. A strange warmth surged inside, stirring dizzying excitement.

*Is this… human? I must change—before it’s too late!*

Instinct screamed danger. But the Contract tightened with Ophelia’s approach, locking her limbs, freezing her form.

*No. I won’t be the first monster humiliated by a human.*

Pupils narrowed to slits. Shaking, she thrust an arm between them—fighting the Contract with every fiber.

Ophelia’s eyes gleamed with amusement. She pressed down slowly… testing limits.

But the fragile barrier collapsed like trampled grass.

*That’s all?* Ophelia shook her head. Pink light bloomed in her golden eyes.

“Get excited~”

Nefu’s eyes flew wide. Sensation flooded her—mind floating, toes curling, body arching helplessly.

Ophelia cupped her flushed face, locking onto her hazy gaze.

A crimson whisper brushed her ear: “Again~”

First time: unfamiliar. Second: lingering. Third: addicted.

After three rounds, Nefu lay still as a beached fish, pleasure drowning thought.

Long moments later, awareness returned.

“Awake at last~?”

Ophelia smiled against her lower belly, licking her lips. “Time for *my* relaxation~”

“Mmph…!!!"

Confusion tangled with sensation. *I don’t want this… I’m scared…* Yet comfort pulled her deeper.

Walking willingly into a sweet trap—knowing the danger, craving it anyway.

*Wait… isn’t this human mating behavior? Then why am I underneath?*

*Didn’t I possess a male human? Humans don’t switch genders… If I’m male, I should be on top!*

She pushed up—but Ophelia pinned her wrists behind her back.

“Don’t squirm~ I’ll be *so* gentle~”

*No. Wrong. I should be in control!*

A sharp slap stung her rear. Breath vanished.

“Be a good girl now… kit-ty~”

Flushed, Ophelia conjured a shimmering magical restraint, binding Nefu tight.

The real feast began. Her maid was wholly hers.

Dusk melted into deep night. Ophelia lost count—only remembering she’d used every single item from the plastic bag after surrendering to madness.

Gazing at the motionless girl beside her, she covered her mouth, murmuring:

“Oh dear… can my little maid handle it?”