Morning light streamed through the window and into the room, illuminating a magnificent and soft princess bed. The September sun had lost its scorching bite, gently waking the beauty upon the bed.
The girl, with long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, slowly opened her eyes. Looking at the pretty maid still sleeping soundly beside her, a satisfied smile spread across her face. But soon, a wave of intense sorrow surged through her heart. The pain of "why don't I have my manhood anymore" destroyed all her good feelings.
"Master! Master! I'm getting up right now!"
Perhaps the nameless fire of Miss Pleasure was too hot, causing the maid on the bed to wake up in a start. Seeing the strange expression on her master's face, the maid practically bounced up, ignoring the sheets sliding off her body as she began to apologize in a tremble.
Looking at the beautiful sight before her, Trissy felt she should be "standing tall," but unfortunately, she no longer had that capability. With a melancholic sigh, she waved her hand. "It's fine. Go back to sleep for a bit. I'm going for a walk."
With that, she grabbed a silk nightgown from the head of the bed and threw it on. Without the slightest hesitation, she pushed open the French windows and leaned her lightly clad body against the balcony railing.
This was a detached house located in Bridge South District. Thanks to the low rent, Trissy had secured it without much effort. She had even hired four pretty, adorable maids, living the life of her dreams... except for the lack of her manhood.
While a Pleasure Demoness could obtain digestion feedback from female partners, no matter who her target was, she herself only ever received the feedback belonging to a female. However, as someone who identified as a male, she couldn't allow any foreign object to enter her own body. Thus, even when she grew close to her maids, she only brought them pleasure. She could only enjoy the mental satisfaction, which only served to make her physical emptiness grow more acute.
Back when she was still a young boy, she would still "self-generate electricity" every few days. But after becoming a Witch with even stronger desires, she had never once performed such an act.
Sensing her slow digestion progress, Trissy shook her head with a bitter smile. Though she knew "pleasure" was merely the surface and she needed to summarize the essence beneath it, she couldn't even heartfully accept the surface. How could she ever hope to experience the essence?
"I wonder if that damned cat knows..." Trissy's unfocused gaze gradually vanished into Backlund's morning mist, while her mind inexplicably drifted back to that cat.
Speak of the devil, it had been over ten days since she received help from that existence. Whether it was a coincidence, the work of fate, or some hidden move left by that existence, a piece of information suddenly surfaced in Trissy's mind just as she thought of it. It was an address.
"Am I supposed to go here?" Trissy took a deep breath and straightened her body. Though she had told the little maid to sleep longer, the maid--who came from a humble background--clearly cherished her job.
The little maid, with a faint blush still on her face, had already changed back into her adorable maid outfit. The classic black and white color scheme once again made Trissy feel a sense of helplessness over her lost manhood.
"Master, I'll prepare breakfast immediately. What would you like to eat today?" The little maid slipped on her shoes, speaking with a hint of nervousness, fearing her master might think she was taking her favor for granted.
Faced with this shy display, Trissy reached out and stroked the maid's head, which was adorned with a white headband. "Don't bother. I have to go out immediately, and I might return quite late today."
"Yes, Master. Do you need me to call a carriage for you?" The little maid nodded submissively, making no attempt to disobey.
"No need." Trissy shook her head. Under the maid's service, she donned her somewhat elaborate Loen-style feminine attire piece by piece.
The corset pushed up her chest, which had grown increasingly full after advancing to Sequence 6. Even she found the exquisite face in the mirror heart-stirring. As each piece of clothing became an ornament for her body, the uncomfortable sense of restraint grew stronger.
However, Trissy didn't choose to change into something more practical for a mission. After all, she was going to the West District, and dressing too casually wouldn't be appropriate.
...
Ring ring ring...
The crisp sound of a doorbell rang out. Snow, who was enjoying a lavish breakfast, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before giving Lily a look. Lily lifted her head from its plate of roast chicken breast and obediently hopped off the table, heading toward the door.
Click.
The exquisite brass door handle turned, and the front door slowly opened. Trissy swallowed hard, waiting for the "evil god worshiper" to appear. But as the door swung wide, a sleek, elegant black cat appeared in her sight.
"Why is it you, you damned cat?" Trissy's expression immediately faltered. Lily, looking up at her, simply turned her head back and called out, "Master, that stupid witch is here."
"Stupid witch..." Trissy's lips twitched, but she suddenly had a realization. How had this cat suddenly gained a female voice? Could it be...
"Welcome, Mr. Witch. It seems you've taken another step toward your goal."
Just as Trissy was growing suspicious, a teasing voice reached her from the end of the hallway. Snow, wearing a casual home shirt, walked forward with a playful smile. That tone, that smile... it immediately confirmed to Trissy that the guy before her was the same "damned cat" she had spoken with before!
"What do you want with me?" Trissy asked coldly, watching the black cat leap onto the man's shoulder. Snow turned his head slightly, adopting the posture of a host inviting a guest inside.
"Come in and we can talk."
"..." Trissy didn't hesitate, walking into the room with a stern face.
"Is black tea alright?" Snow asked, turning toward the tea shelf.
Trissy shook her head. "Let's get straight to the point. What do you want me to do? Kill someone? Save someone? Or perhaps help you pass on information?"
"Why so serious?" Snow smirked, giving Trissy a smile that made her skin crawl. He sat down on the sofa across from her and produced a paper covered in writing from beneath the coffee table, handing it over.
"I can't do it. I'm only a Sequence 6." Trissy glimpsed the writing and immediately refused.
Upon hearing this, Snow's lips curled into a smile that seemed bright at first glance, but grew more terrifying the longer one looked at it.
[Translated and Rewritten by Shika_Kagura]