How long had passed? Nefu slowly stirred awake. Before even opening her eyes, a muffled groan escaped her lips. Every inch of her body ached—especially her lower half.

Though her healing surpassed any ordinary human’s, she still furrowed her brows slightly.

“You’re awake?”

A gentle voice reached her ears. Warm and tender to most—but to Nefu, it slithered like a demon’s whisper.

She shivered. *This human girl is terrifying… I’m already getting trauma.*

“There, there, no need to be scared~”

Ophelia stood, tossed a maid outfit onto Nefu’s lap.

“Put this on and come to the living room. Don’t keep me waiting… or else.” *Hmph.*

With that threat, Ophelia left. Nefu stared at the outfit, expression uneasy.

Why did this fabric stir such shame? She couldn’t even trace its source.

*Do I really have to wear this?* She gritted her teeth. She wanted to rebel—but memories of Ophelia’s cruelty made her shrink back.

*Fine. Lie low for now. Wait for the chance… then make her suffer.*

Minutes later, Nefu fumbled with the sleeves, frustration simmering.

*Why invent such complicated clothes?!*

She finally got it on—but the skirt hung loose, exposing patches of skin.

*Is it supposed to look like this?* She tugged the hem. It wouldn’t budge.

*Time’s up. Just go like this?*

She opened the door.

At the sound of footsteps, Ophelia looked up—and her breath hitched.

“Trying to tempt me into repeating earlier?”

“N-no… not at all…” Nefu shrank back.

“Then why dressed like this? Adding *spice* for me?”

Ophelia stepped close, pinched her chin.

Nefu froze. *What now?* Too afraid to resist.

“Sigh… You really don’t know how to wear it.” Ophelia snatched the dress, swiftly adjusted it—then paused.

“Turn around.”

She tugged the back zipper. It refused to move.

Circling front, Ophelia let out a dry laugh. *Only exasperation makes you laugh like this.*

The fabric strained tightly over Nefu’s chest.

“Easy.” Ophelia pressed gently, then zipped it up in one smooth pull.

“There. Remember now?”

Her gaze drifted down Nefu’s spine to the curve of her rear. Unable to resist, she gave it a light slap.

“Mmph!”

Nefu jolted, covered her rear, and spun around with flushed fury.

*Why does even a light touch send shivers through me?*

Seeing her crimson cheeks, Ophelia smiled knowingly. *Still sensitive from earlier… Perfect.*

“Come here.”

She hooked a finger, tilted Nefu’s porcelain chin, and breathed softly near her ear.

“Brew me tea. The set’s over there.” She nodded toward the table, eyes half-lidded, voice honeyed.

*Brew… tea?*

Nefu’s mind drew blank. *Never heard of this human ritual.*

She approached the tea set, face tense. *I can’t do this… Wait.*

She glanced at Ophelia’s watching smile—and realization struck.

*Why obey her? I can’t fight… but I can sabotage.*

A sly smirk tugged her lips. She extended a slender arm—and nudged the set.

*Crash!* Cup and teapot shattered.

“Nefu… what did you do?” Ophelia hurried over.

“I-I’m sorry! It was an accident!” Nefu widened her eyes, voice trembling with feigned fear.

Ophelia saw right through it. *Let it slide… old and new scores settle together later.*

“I’ll clean up. Wait inside.”

Nefu walked stiffly away, unaware her barely suppressed smirk had already betrayed her.

*Silly girl,* Ophelia mused, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle.

Noon arrived. To celebrate her new personal maid, Ophelia splurged—ordering a lavish feast.

As dishes filled the table, Nefu (still standing punishment) stared, wide-eyed. *Only saw feasts like this in the Little Prince’s memories…*

Her throat bobbed. Mouth watered. Aroma coiled around her nose; her empty stomach burned. *Eat… must eat…*

*No. Resist!* She shook her head hard. *Don’t fall for it.*

“Let’s eat.” Ophelia smiled from her seat.

Nefu skipped toward the table—then froze. *Where’s my bowl? My spoon?* She’d studied human habits for days! Humans *always* used spoons!

Sensing her confusion, Ophelia clasped her hands, tilted her head cutely.

“Sadly, sweetie… after today’s performance?” She nudged a metal bowl on the floor with her toe.

“You’ll eat from here tonight.”

A pause. A teasing lilt.

“And~ no hands allowed.”

The meaning was clear: *Kneel. Lick it clean.*