"Alright, let's eat. Remember—if you don't finish within the time limit, there *will* be consequences~"

Ophelia sliced a tiny piece of steak, popped it into her mouth, crossed her legs, and chewed while watching Nefu with clear anticipation.

She’d even placed the iron bowl right under the brightest light for the best view.

*Finish in time…* Nefu’s wrists were crossed behind her back, bound by a thin iron chain. To reach the food, she’d have to kneel and stick her butt up.

*Is this a test?*

Nefu didn’t understand Ophelia’s intent—only that the food smelled amazing. But kneeling… Her cheeks flushed pink.

This posture was deeply humiliating, whether seen through monster eyes or human ones. Was she really doing this? She was a noble Mimic, far above lowly humans!

Now expected to eat like an animal, butt raised?

"Not starting yet? Timer’s already running."

"..."

The steak was fragrant, but Nefu refused to sacrifice her dignity. As a being surpassing humans in every physical way, pride ran deep. And with the prince’s memories dominating her mind, that royal pride would never bow.

She recalled the little prince once used a hunger strike to protest—with decent results. Why not try it herself?

Nefu turned her head away sharply, refusal clear.

"Good."

Ophelia set down her knife and fork, visibly annoyed. *Her purchased maid, this defiant?*

Disobedience meant consequences.

Circling behind Nefu, Ophelia grabbed a handful of her silvery-white hair. Yanked upward, Nefu arched her chest and lifted her head with a muffled groan. Anxiety spiked—she couldn’t see Ophelia, couldn’t turn.

Ophelia let out a cold chuckle. She licked the sauce clean from the dinner knife, lifted Nefu’s hem, and slowly traced the curve of her lower back upward—peeling the fabric like unwrapping candy paper.

The blade wasn’t sharp, just hard and cold. Feather-light pressure. Deliberately slow. The uneven edge grazed warm skin in a teasing, lingering motion.

Just as Nefu thought it was over—a thinner, colder point pressed against her lower back, sliding slowly backward.

She didn’t know what it was, but her monster instincts screamed *danger*.

"Since you won’t eat nicely… I’ll feed you myself~"

The blunt tip dragged firmly across her skin, sparking waves of uncomfortable, tingling itch.

"One last chance, little one: eat or not? I’m soft-hearted—I won’t starve you. Just… a fresh experience~"

Nefu was scared. But she’d started resisting—she had to see it through. Even as her face burned crimson, she wore a look of stubborn resolve.

"No."

…Minutes later.

"I’ll eat! I’ll eat! Please… haa… ahn haa~ Stop… mmph~!"

Eyes squeezed shut, lip bitten raw. Her petite, curvy frame trembled; fair skin flushed an unnatural pink.

"What? Only 400cc and you’re done?"

Ophelia stepped around, pinched Nefu’s chin, and waved the syringe before her eyes.

"Little Nefu—hold it together until the bowl’s empty. Or we start over."

"Whimper…"

Nefu sniffled, face scrunched, eyes glistening.

*Toyed with like this by a mere human…* Her nose stung.

*And… even *I*, a monster, find this human method utterly twisted.*

After the "injection," true fear of Ophelia took root. Gritting her teeth against the ache below, Nefu stretched her face toward the bowl.

Food sat deep in the bowl. Hands bound, she extended her tiny tongue, nudging the steak upward bit by bit to bite it.

Cold as it was, the food brought slight comfort. *This human’s awful… but the steak’s delicious!*

Eating without hands was grueling—tongue stretching constantly to reposition the meat, all while fighting the bloated pressure below.

*One slip… and it’s over.*

Crouched nearby, Ophelia watched, amused. She hadn’t expected Nefu’s tongue to be so nimble.

She preferred medium-well steak—so Nefu’s was tough to tear.

Tongue pushing meat into her mouth, cheeks puffing with each chew… She looked like a tiny kitten tasting meat for the first time.

*Adorable.* Ophelia’s own cheeks flushed. *Such a clever little tongue… what else could it do…?*

A mischievous chuckle escaped her lips.

Hearing it, Nefu glanced up warily. Seeing no threat, she nudged the bowl closer with her chin and kept chewing.

She didn’t notice Ophelia’s eyes narrow.

*Guarding food? Unacceptable.*

The bowl vanished from under her.

Nefu froze, then let out an indignant "huff huff!"

*Is this human insane?! Who snatches the bowl mid-meal?!*

Ophelia’s heart fluttered. *So cute. Makes you want to tease her more.*

If she was a kitten before, now she was a puppy. Either way—badly in need of "training."

Ophelia pinched Nefu’s nose. While Nefu focused ahead, her other hand swung in a smooth arc—*smack*—right on that raised little butt.

"Mmph?! Haaah~!"