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

“Hey, Lilia.”

Mary’s voice suddenly became soft and sticky-sweet, cloyingly sugary.

She reached out with both hands and grabbed the apron straps at Lilia’s waist.

“Since Sister Hera doesn’t know how to appreciate…”

“Since she’s hogging the spot without doing anything…”

Mary stood on tiptoe.

That cute little face kept enlarging in Lilia’s field of vision.

“How about…”

“Playing with me?”

The alarm bells in Lilia’s head instantly maxed out.

Play?

Play what?

The kind where parts get dismantled?

“Mary… you must be joking…”

Lilia took a step back, her lower back hitting the table.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

“What do you want to play? Cat’s cradle? Hide-and-seek? Or storytelling? I can do all of those…”

“I don’t want those boring things.”

Mary shook her head.

She stepped forward.

Her entire body almost pressed against Lilia.

Though small in stature, that sinister aura coiled around like something tangible.

“Let’s play something for adults.”

Mary extended a finger.

Through the stockings.

The touch was icy to the bone, yet carried a strange electric current.

Lilia’s scalp tingled.

“Look.”

Mary said with a grin.

“Someone like Sister Hera, an old antique, must be very boring. Aside from keeping a cold face, all she does is use that scythe to chop people.”

“She definitely doesn’t understand how to make people happy.”

“But I’m different.”

Mary blinked, looking like a little devil tempting Eve to eat the apple.

“I know which parts of this body are the most XX.”

“I know how to make someone cry and beg for mercy, yet be unable to bear stopping.”

“I know so many… fun things.”

The hand gripping the apron strap tightened slightly.

A light tug.

The neatly tied bow instantly came undone.

The apron slipped off (only the apron).

“You wouldn’t want to always be just a decoration that can only watch but never taste, right?”

Mary leaned close to Lilia’s ear.

Warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe.

“Since she doesn’t want you…”

“How about giving you to me?”

“I can teach you.”

“Teach you… how to become a real… adult.”

Starting something like this at the slightest disagreement, and even planning on hands-on teaching—wasn’t this a bit too ahead of its time?!

“N-no way!”

Lilia suddenly shoved Mary away.

The movement was so forceful that even the teacup on the table was knocked over.

Brown tea flowed along the edge of the table and dripped onto the floor.

“I am Lady Hera’s maid!!”

Lilia brought out this shield.

Though saying it usually felt humiliating, right now it was a lifesaver.

“Without my master’s permission, no one can touch me!”

Lilia crossed her arms over her chest, her face full of chastity and resolve.

She looked exactly like a virtuous woman who would rather die than submit.

Mary was pushed back two steps.

She didn’t get angry.

Instead, her smile grew even wider.

Mary licked her lips.

“That makes it even more interesting.”

“The toy I set my eyes on—whether it’s a duke’s daughter or a beggar by the roadside—I take it if I want, and play with it if I want.”

“Stealing someone else’s things, even if they’re trash, is more exciting than playing with my own treasures.”

“Not to mention…”

Mary looked Lilia up and down.

“You’re not trash.”

“You’re top quality.”

She stepped forward again.

Lilia looked at the little girl in front of her—barely reaching her chest, holding a tattered teddy bear—and felt her worldview shatter beyond repair.

Was this really something a carbon-based lifeform could say?

Was this really the mindset a “child” who had lived for hundreds of years should have?

And she even wanted to teach on the spot?

Teach her how to become an adult?

This was absurdity opening the door to absurdity—absurd to the extreme!

“Y-you’ve lost your mind, haven’t you?!”

Without thinking, Lilia clutched her collar tightly with both hands, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She even forgot that the other party was an Abyss demon general capable of crushing her skull with one hand.

“If you dare try anything, I—I’ll scream!”

The threat was weak.

In this side hall, where the soundproof barrier was thicker than city walls, let alone screaming her lungs out—even setting off fireworks here probably wouldn’t make a sound outside.

But Lilia couldn’t care about that.

She shrank back, all the way until the edge of the table dug painfully into her lower back.

Mary stopped.

The small hand that had just been tugging at Lilia’s collar hovered in midair.

She tilted her head.

Her expression was puzzled, as if she couldn’t understand why anyone would refuse such a fun game.

“Scream?”

Mary blinked.

“Go ahead.”

“The louder you scream, the more excited I’ll get.”

Lilia nearly choked on her breath.

Were these lines from the wrong script? This wasn’t the set of some third-rate erotic game next door!

Just as Lilia despaired, thinking she was truly doomed tonight, even considering whether to use her pitiful remaining free attribute points to fight for her life—

Mary suddenly withdrew her hand.

“So boring.”

The little girl pouted, looking displeased.

“Forcefully picked melons aren’t sweet.”

She lifted the ragged teddy bear in her arms; the one-eyed bear stared lifelessly at Lilia.

“Playing like that feels like handling a corpse. No response at all—boring to death.”

Lilia’s whole body relaxed, cold sweat instantly soaking her back.

She survived.

Though the reason was humiliating, at least she survived.

“Th-then… Mary, please take care? I won’t see you off…”

Lilia cautiously made a “please” gesture, just wanting to send this plague god away as soon as possible.

“Who said I was leaving?”

Mary hopped back and sat directly onto Lilia’s narrow single bed.

Her two legs in white lace stockings swung back and forth.

“I won’t touch you.”

Mary raised a finger and waved it in the air.

“But I have a condition.”

Lilia’s eyelids twitched wildly.

Her instincts told her this was definitely a trap.

And a huge one.

“W-what condition?”

Mary smiled.

Revealing two sharp little fangs.

“Very simple.”

“Since you say you belong to Sister Hera, then prove it to me.”

Mary pointed at the brightly lit Bedchamber next door.

“Two days.”

“I’ll give you two days.”

“If before sunrise two days later, you fail to climb onto Sister Hera’s bed, fail to make her ‘eat’ you clean…”

Mary paused, her gaze suddenly deepening, crimson eyes flashing with undisguised malice.

“Then it proves that, to her, you’re not any important personal possession at all.”

“Just disposable trash.”

“At that time…”

Mary stuck out her soft pink tongue and licked her lips.

“I’ll take you apart.”

“Piece by piece, dismantle you, and stuff you into my bear’s belly, so you can stay with me forever.”

Boom—!

Lilia felt like a thunderbolt struck her skull.

Her entire body went numb.

What kind of insane condition was this?!

This was basically pushing her straight into a pit of fire!

Within two days?

And she had to make the Demon Queen take the initiative?

The difficulty level was like asking an ant to trip an elephant!

“W-wait… Mary, isn’t this asking too much?”