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🕑 Added 2025-09-13 20:49:56 +0000 UTCEP.297 Maid Training Log (3)
Let’s think about this.
If Bruno had simply been a netorare masochist, then from the moment he entrusted Rei to me, there should have been a shift in his behavior.
But back then, there was no noticeable change in his reaction.
If that kind of fetish had been there, he would have leaned into it more openly.
Instead, Bruno handed Rei off to me without any particular reaction.
‘Unless he was hiding it from me?’
No, that possibility was slim.
Before the world of altered common sense, maybe.
But now? There’s no need to suppress fetish. If he had it, he’d flaunt it.
And when he first heard that Rei had been fucked by me, he had no real response either.
But what did catch his attention was after
when Rei said she’d been ruined and made a mess of.
‘So… it’s that, isn’t it.’
Bruno treasures Rei.
Not just as a master would value a servant.
But with a warmth almost like family.
If my guess is right, then his immunity to the altered world becomes clear.
Bruno wants to see this cherished person, Rei
whom he treats like family completely broken.
Not just in a lewd maid bikini.
But destroyed in dignity as a human being, degraded to filth, reduced to an animal.
‘Normally, such a thing is hard to realize about oneself.’
But it wasn’t that difficult to uncover. Rei was the only maid in the mansion.
She kept the place flawless, as though dozens of maids worked there.
And not once did she look strained.
She’d shown a near-complete perfection.
‘So because she was perfect… he wanted to destroy her?’
It’s human instinct.
Like the urge to knock down a sandcastle once it’s finished.
Or to scatter a completed puzzle.
When that desire is directed not at objects, but at a person
that’s undoubtedly an abnormal, deviant fetish.
‘Which is why he resisted the altered world.’
It felt like half the puzzle finally fell into place.
The problem was Rei.
Could she really climax simply from Bruno’s twisted enjoyment?
She had dripped nectar when she saw him aroused.
But she still lacked that final, decisive trigger to reach climax.
What was missing?
What thing was actually preventing Rei from coming?
“You’re back, Mr. Kim Jinwoo. Though I see you’ve gone invisible since last we met.”
Returning to the room, Sahwa welcomed me.
The door had been opened already when I came in, making it unlikely she’d noticed visually.
“How did you sense me?”
“I felt your presence. A skilled assassin might’ve slipped by, but merely hiding your figure? That’s easy to detect.”
So that was the skill of a special forces veteran.
Sensing the movements of an invisible man.
If even an assassin came, she’d pick them up instantly.
Still, Rei’s problem took precedent even over Sahwa’s remarkable detection.
“Quite the degenerate fetish.”
“Well, you’d need to be, to resist altered common sense.”
After I explained Bruno’s interest, Sahwa nodded, murmuring her own impression.
To want to see someone you cherish broken…
It was something I could never understand.
But it did make my work far easier.
“That just leaves finding the way to make Rei climax. Feels like I’m missing the last piece of the puzzle.”
“Mr. Kim Jinwoo. That monocle you bought was that just decoration?”
“Ah…”
Damn. That thing existed.
The monocle that could uncover even hidden or suppressed sexual fetishes.
With it, I could see Rei’s own true desires.
Have I been living as a single-cell organism?
Given my rut-fueled life, I wouldn’t be surprised.
But still. The point stood.
“Thank you. With that, we’ll manage.”
“Think nothing of it. My life is at your side, Mr. Kim Jinwoo. Command me whenever.”
When she spoke like this, Sahwa was truly reliable.
Immediately, I summoned Rei.
Wearing the monocle, I waited as Sahwa bound her with some small talk.
It wasn’t long before Rei entered.
“You wished to see me?”
“Yes. I just had some questions.”
While Sahwa engaged her, I peered through the lens
into the hidden depths of Rei’s subconscious.
And what I saw… was not at all what I expected.
I’d thought something twisted, dark, lewd by the standards of this altered world.
Yet all I saw was her daily life with Bruno, exactly as normal.
The only difference? Bruno smiled a little more often.
That was her hidden sexual fantasy?
It was so lofty, so boring I nearly yawned.
“Thank you for that advice on breast massage. It’s good to avoid blocked ducts.”
“With your care, I’m sure you’ll produce fine milk.”
Huh?
Even my stray thoughts jolted at that interruption.
Their wholesome-sounding words grated against the grotesque puzzle around me.
Sahwa glanced at me and shrugged.
“Work calls. If you’ll excuse me.”
“Forgive me for detaining you.”
“No, I should apologize for leaving. If time allows, let’s do this again later.”
With that, Rei bowed politely and departed.
Footsteps faded in the hall. Silence hung over us.
Finally Sahwa ventured:
“Well?”
“Even less clue than before. Thought I’d find something but no.”
I knew the monocle worked.
It had uncovered the Queen’s suppressed fetish last time.
So Rei’s sexual dream… was simply Bruno’s smiling face?
To have a fetish for one person’s smile
impossible for me to comprehend.
“Even I… I don’t know what to say about that.”
Sahwa herself could find no words. Even she was stunned silent.
Could that even be called a sexual dream?
Wasn’t it just compassion masquerading as lust?
I thought I’d found an escape.
Instead, I’d discovered an even deeper labyrinth.
“My body’s returning to normal.”
“Already? So the potion’s worn off.”
The transparency faded, colors returning to my body.
I’d gone invisible naked so my sudden naked form was hardly dignified.
“Will you continue observing their life from now on?”
“No… it’s better to see Bruno’s sexual desire directly. Guessing is one thing direct seeing is another.”
Like reading the answers at the back of a workbook.
But who cared?
As long as it got results, looking at the answer key was only common sense.
Besides, it’s not like Bruno had forbidden me from trying.
“-Uhhhokk♥! Uhhiiiiiit♥! Master, look at me♥! At my filthy self♥!”
“-Ahhh, Rei…”
Shocking.
I’d expected Rei ruined.
But this
Her pure maid’s body scrawled in obscene graffiti,
her face dumb, shaking breasts and ass in grotesque display.
Clown play.
That he wanted to see a treasured person humiliated, ridiculous…
‘As expected of Reverse Change. Not ordinary in the slightest.’
Even worse was he himself didn’t seem aware of this lust.
At that level it was almost impossible to be unaware.
How much had he suppressed himself over his life?
It left me impressed despite myself.
“Did you discover something?”
“W-well…”
I’d seen Bruno’s fetish with my own eyes.
But how could I tell him directly?
“Your fetish is clown play with your beloved… it’s grotesque.”
I couldn’t bring myself to say it aloud.
Even my shameless mouth failed.
But Bruno older than I, schooled in nobility and politics, reading people…
He must have seen my hesitation.
Lighting a cigar, he muttered:
“So disgusting, was it? My fetish.”
“…I’ll respect it, regardless.”
“No matter. The simple fact I resisted the altered common sense that itself proves how wretched my libido is.”
Resigned.
He didn’t truly grasp the details.
But he seemed to compare himself to other Reverse Change members, infer enough.
At least he chose not to press me further.
Not to make me voice it outright.
“Well, even just that you’re doing this much for me I’m grateful.”
“No need to thank me. So long as you accept it.”
If not for this fetish, he would be an elder any man could respect.
A dignified figure, admirable.
Yet such a bizarre twist had warped him.
“Did you never marry?”
Then, a thought struck me.
He’d focused on preserving his family name.
Yet he had no heir, no family by his side.
The suspicion hit me so strongly I had to ask.
Bruno exhaled smoke and sighed.
“I divorced. Caught her in the act, with another man. And discovered the child wasn’t mine. So I left her cleanly.”
“…I’m sorry.”
“No need. You asked earnestly. Even now, I see it clearly. My always-dignified wife, reduced to that ridiculous scene.”
Ridiculous.
So that’s how he acquired this fetish.
Burnt into his mind that vision of betrayal.
At the time, his rage must’ve overpowered everything.
But later, remembering, his fetish awoke from the seed of her ridiculousness.
And so his walls of restraint broke, twisted into clown play.
Of all kinks… clown play.
Her lover had peculiar tastes, clearly.
“Don’t rush. Take your time to understand it.”
“That’s my intent.”
Even just the information I’d gotten today was more than enough progress.
Now the real obstacle was Rei.
How to make her climax.
Still, so long as her erogenous zone was Bruno,
watching their relationship will reveal the way eventually.
“Progress is slow, but I’ll look forward to tonight.”
“It’s only the first day. Too fast would be stranger. Tonight, Rei handles the dinner expect much.”
At his words I nodded, withdrawing quietly.
Yeah. It was only the first day. No need to rush.
I’d end it here for today.
Later, I’d train more with Sahwa.
One day even her real pussy would be broken into onahole.
She may not yet endure me fully,
but she lasted over a minute now at 10% power.
In time, even Sahwa would fall.
Alright let’s keep working.
“…What’s this?”
Rei, walking in the hallway, stumbled upon something dropped.
The monocle.
She knew the mansion’s possessions like the back of her hand.
So instantly she recognized it as belonging to the guest.
If he didn’t normally wear it, then it must have a function.
Normally, she would’ve returned it quickly.
But curiosity won.
She put it on
and peered through the crack in the door, at Bruno working diligently.
“!”
Projection filled her vision
Bruno’s deepest sexual fantasies.
And the center of them was her.
At once, nectar drenched down her thighs.
She couldn’t understand it all,
but one fact stood out with certainty:
Through her own sacrifice, she could please Master Bruno.
Just that knowledge made her womb throb.
‘If this is Master’s will… then I shall accept it gladly.’
Rei straightened, immediate resolve.
She would not act simply as the fantasy dictated.
No she would make it reality, perfectly, fully.
And to do so, she would go to the one person who could help her.
The guest.
The one who owned the monocle.
To beg him
to destroy her, exactly as she had seen in that vision.
