After Gender Transformation, I Was Adjusted by the System into the Demon Queen’s Strongest Maid

The arms Camilla had been holding across her chest had unknowingly lowered.

The smile on her face had long since disappeared, replaced by a complex expression of shock and a trace of admiration.

She hadn’t expected that this little white rabbit, who looked like it could be crushed with a single sexual activityueeze, actually hid such sharp claws.

Interesting.

Far too interesting.

Camilla finally spoke lazily, breaking the suffocating silence.

“Alright, Venessa, and you, Fiona.” She pointed at the blonde succubus. “Apologize to Lady Lilia.”

“It seems our Chief Inspector doesn’t like overly enthusiastic welcoming methods.”

Venessa and Fiona trembled all over, not daring to hesitate in the slightest, immediately bowing.

“We’re sorry, Lady Lilia! We overstepped!”

Lilia did not respond immediately.

She knew that relying on brute force alone wasn’t enough.

They had to understand from the bottom of their hearts who was truly in charge here.

“Raise your heads.”

The two succubi raised their heads tremblingly.

Lilia walked up to them and reached out, gently lifting Venessa’s chin.

Venessa shuddered violently.

“I’ll say this again.”

“The matter we’re handling is under the Queen’s watch.”

“If anyone forgets that…”

The corner of Lilia’s lips curved into an extremely faint arc. That smile, however, was colder than ice and snow.

“I wouldn’t mind helping her leave that disobedient hand here forever… as a souvenir.”

After saying that, she withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, turned around, and walked back to her desk to sit down.

“Alright, now begin your introductions.” Lilia picked up a blank parchment and a feather pen from the table. “Name, specialty, and which department you previously served in.”

The storage room fell into dead silence.

The succubi looked at each other.

Camilla leaned against the doorframe, watching everything with great interest, the smile at the corner of her lips growing deeper.

Next, the succubi stepped forward one by one, properly reporting their information.

“Venessa, specialty: interrogation and torture.”

“Fiona, specialty: infiltration and disguise.”

Then there were “Emily,” “Sophia”…

As Lilia wrote, her head began to ache.

She didn’t remember a single name.

She only knew that none of these women were easy to deal with— all of them were elite agents transferred from various critical departments.

Camilla had assembled a female commando suicide sexual activityuad for her!

After everyone finished introducing themselves, Lilia put down her pen and rubbed her aching temples.

“Very good.”

She cleared her throat and looked at the ten “new employees” in front of her, who had completely restrained their seductive demeanor and were standing upright.

“Starting today, there will be a three-day pre-job training.”

“The training content is simple.”

Lilia stood up, placing both hands on the desk and leaning slightly forward, her gaze sharp as a blade.

“The first lesson is to forget everything you’ve learned before.”

“Here, you don’t need to use your bodies to obtain intelligence, nor do you need to use beauty to confuse enemies.”

She pointed at the pile of old, moldy documents stacked behind her.

“Your enemies are these.”

“The lies hidden between the lines, the falsified numbers, the negligent officials.”

The succubi looked completely bewildered.

Making them deal with ledgers? That was worse than killing them.

Lilia completely ignored the resistance on their faces.

“The first rule of training, and also the most important one.”

She paused, enunciating each word clearly.

“During working hours, any form of ‘sexual activity’ is prohibited.”

“……”

The entire storage room once again fell into deathly silence.

The ten succubi looked as if they had just heard something utterly absurd.

Prohibited… ‘sexual activity’?

For a succubus, wasn’t that equivalent to forbidding humans from breathing?

How was that even possible?!

Looking at their collectively petrified expressions, a trace of a victorious, wicked smile finally appeared at the corner of Lilia’s lips.

Couldn’t handle the Queen, but couldn’t handle you little vixens?

“What? Any problems?”

Lilia’s voice echoed through the empty storage room.

Once certain words were spoken, the atmosphere became extremely bizarre.

It was so quiet that even a needle dropping could be heard. The ten succubi widened their watery, soul-stealing eyes— now filled instead with confusion, as if they had just seen aliens.

Forbidden… that?

For the succubus race, that was probably equivalent to telling fish not to drink water, birds not to fly, or telling the System not to screw people over.

Venessa clutched the wrist that had just been reattached, still faintly aching, and cautiously asked, “My lady, the ‘sexual activity’ you’re referring to… does it include physical contact, verbal suggestion, or…”

“All of it.”

Lilia interrupted her expressionlessly, while internally she was frantically pinching her philtrum.

She had to stay steady.

If these walking hormones were allowed to run wild in the study, she wouldn’t even need Hera to notice— this body’s CPU would burn out first. She was a mentally and physically healthy (former) male soul; even if she had turned into a beautiful girl, her orientation hadn’t changed along with it!

With all these long legs, black stockings, and overwhelming curves filling the room, if anyone suddenly made a move one day, how was she supposed to explain that to her master?

“Pull your collar up.” Lilia pointed at Venessa’s leather armor neckline, which was practically falling to her navel.

Venessa froze, instinctively wanting to argue that this was standard succubus battle attire. But upon meeting Lilia’s completely emotionless red eyes, she swallowed and obediently pulled her collar higher, covering that dazzling expanse of pale skin.

“And you, your skirt is too short. Find a cloth and cover yourself.” Lilia pointed at Fiona in the corner.

Fiona looked like she was about to cry. If succubi didn’t wear short skirts, what were they supposed to wear? Cotton pants?

“What? You have a problem with that?” Lilia raised a brow, her fingers lightly tapping the desk, producing a series of rhythmic crisp sounds.

“N-no! No problem!” Fiona jolted in fright, hurriedly grabbing a piece of coarse cloth used to cover miscellaneous items, wrapping her legs— enough to drive anyone mad— tightly.

Looking at this group of formerly alluring succubi, now wrapped up like refugees, Lilia nodded in satisfaction.

Although the aesthetic had collapsed a bit, at least it was safe.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Lilia clasped her hands behind her back, pacing in front of the makeshift desk. “You think I’m deliberately making things difficult, that asking succubi not to flaunt their charm is a waste of talent.”

The succubi didn’t dare speak, but their eyes clearly said, “Isn’t it?”

“Completely wrong!”

Lilia suddenly stopped, slamming both hands onto the desk and leaning forward, her presence oppressive.

“You used to conquer others with your bodies and extract intelligence with seduction. That’s low-level taste! That’s primitive behavior!”

She casually picked up a thick ledger and slammed it onto the desk, sending dust flying.

“In this room, we use our brains! Logic! These boring numbers and texts— to drag out those rats hiding in the gutters one by one, and nail them to the pillar of shame!”

Lilia’s voice rang with force. Even she felt like she was bluffing, but combined with her imposing maid outfit and the lingering intimidation from earlier, it was unexpectedly persuasive.

“Take the thoughts you use to seduce people, and apply them to seducing— no, to finding data loopholes!”