Lord of Perverted Ladies

Chapter 12: Punishment

The realization unsettled me more than the threat itself.

Bianca wasn’t losing control.

She wasn’t acting on impulse.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

And she was having fun.

The silence lingered for several seconds.

Nobody at the table seemed eager to be the first person to speak.

Charlotte eventually let out a small laugh, though it sounded far less confident than before.

"You’re taking this a little seriously, aren’t you?"

Bianca looked at her.

Just looked.

The smile never left her face.

Charlotte’s laughter died almost immediately.

Around the table, several girls suddenly became very interested in their tea.

One of the servants quietly swept up the broken pieces of Bianca’s teacup without drawing attention to herself. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

The atmosphere remained tense.

Then, surprisingly, Bianca sat back down.

The pressure hanging over the pavilion eased slightly.

Only slightly.

"Continue," Bianca said.

Nobody moved.

Her smile widened.

"I said continue."

Conversations slowly resumed.

The girls spoke again, but there was a noticeable stiffness to the discussion now. Nobody seemed interested in testing Bianca’s patience a second time.

Charlotte returned to her seat without another word.

Emma remained standing behind her, looking like she wanted to be somewhere else.

I couldn’t blame her.

A servant eventually approached me carrying a small medical kit.

Apparently Bianca hadn’t completely forgotten about my leg.

The servant knelt beside my chair and carefully rolled up the damaged fabric around the wound.

The moment fresh air touched the injury, pain shot through my thigh.

I hissed through my teeth.

The servant paused.

"I’m sorry."

It was the first apology I’d received since arriving in this world.

That alone felt strange.

She cleaned the wound with practiced movements before applying disinfectant.

The burning sensation nearly made me jump out of my chair.

Observation activated automatically.

______

Unknown Servant

Current Emotional State: Concerned

______

I blinked.

Concerned?

That was new.

Most people I’d met today ranged from amused to possessive to outright insane.

Simple concern felt almost refreshing.

The servant finished wrapping the injury and stepped back.

"It shouldn’t reopen if you’re careful."

If.

That was an optimistic assumption.

The system suddenly appeared.

______

[Hidden Event Complete]

Tea Party Attendance

Reward Granted

+8 Sin Points

Current Sin Points: 8

______

A second notification immediately followed.

______

New Observation Available

Multiple Targets Identified

______

Before I could figure out what that meant, Observation activated on its own.

My gaze landed on Charlotte.

______

Charlotte Ashford

Current Emotional State: Interested

______

Interested.

Not surprising.

I looked away.

The notification vanished.

Unfortunately, another appeared almost immediately.

______

Senior Student

Current Emotional State: Curious

______

And another.

______

Senior Student

Current Emotional State: Interested

______

I frowned.

The system had never done this before.

The girls around the table continued talking, drinking tea, and discussing upcoming events.

But now I couldn’t stop noticing the glances.

Every few minutes someone looked in my direction.

Some were curious.

Some seemed entertained.

A few were harder to read.

Then Observation activated again.

______

Bianca Hartwell

Current Emotional State: Satisfied

______

Satisfied?

I slowly turned my head.

Bianca was watching me over the rim of a freshly replaced teacup.

The moment our eyes met, she smiled.

Not the fake smile she used in public.

Not the dangerous smile from earlier.

Something softer.

Which somehow worried me even more.

I immediately looked away.

A quiet laugh reached my ears.

Bianca had noticed.

Of course she had.

The tea party continued for another thirty minutes.

By the end of it, I had learned three things.

First, rich people spent an unbelievable amount of time discussing other rich people.

Second, nobody at this university thought Bianca was normal.

They were just too afraid to say it.

And third...

The more time I spent around the girls of Sinners Academy, the more convinced I became that the original Adrian had somehow survived a nightmare for four straight months.

The real problem was that I was starting to understand why he eventually died.

Because if this was considered an ordinary afternoon, I wasn’t sure how anyone stayed sane here.

Just as that thought crossed my mind, another system notification appeared.

______

[Main Story Event Approaching]

Time Remaining: Less Than 24 Hours

Associated Character:

Noah Walker

______

The message vanished.

My expression immediately stiffened.

The protagonist.

He was coming back tomorrow.

And judging by my luck so far, that probably meant things were about to get much worse.

Charlotte smiled again, though this time it looked forced. Whatever confidence she had before was gone.

She reached into the ornate bag beside her chair and pulled out a sleek black remote.

Bianca’s eyes drifted toward it.

Charlotte immediately took the opportunity.

"This?" she asked with a small smile. "It’s connected to the toy inside Dona."

She pressed a button.

A faint buzzing sound broke the silence.

One of the maids—a petite brunette whose name tag read Dona—immediately stiffened. She was already kneeling near the edge of the pavilion with her head lowered. The moment the vibrations intensified, her entire body tensed. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, but it was obvious she was struggling to maintain control.

Charlotte continued speaking as though she were discussing the weather.

"I placed an egg vibrator inside her before we arrived."

Another press of the button.

Dona let out a small, broken whimper.

Her face flushed a deep red.

"She overslept this morning and failed to complete her duties on time," Charlotte explained. "So I thought a little punishment would help her remember."

Dona’s breathing became uneven. Her hands clenched against her skirt as she fought to remain still.

Observation activated automatically.

______

Dona (Charlotte’s Maid)

Current Emotional State:

Overwhelmed / Humiliated / Aroused

______

Charlotte seemed pleased by the reaction.

"See?" she said. "She’s quite sensitive."

Another vibration passed through the toy.

Dona shuddered.

The movement was impossible to miss.

Charlotte gestured toward the two maids standing behind her.

"Do the usual."

Neither maid hesitated.

They stepped forward immediately.

One lifted the hem of Dona’s skirt while the other knelt beside her.

For a brief moment, I caught sight of strawberry-print panties before the first maid pulled them aside.

Dona lowered her head even further.

The humiliation seemed almost worse than the punishment itself.

With the fabric moved aside, the toy hidden inside her pussy became visible for a moment before the first maid reached between her legs and slowly pulled it free.

The egg vibrator emerged slick with moisture. A thin strand briefly stretched before breaking as it left her body.

Dona’s entire body jerked.

A soft cry escaped her lips.

The sudden emptiness left her trembling, her breathing uneven as she struggled to stay upright.

Before she could recover, the second maid pressed a larger vibrator against her and slowly pushed it into her pussy.

Dona gasped.

Her hands tightened into fists.

The two maids held her steady while she trembled in place, her face burning red as fresh stimulation overwhelmed her already exhausted body.

Nobody at the table reacted with shock.

Nobody seemed surprised.

The girls simply watched while sipping tea.

To them, this was normal.

Charlotte turned back toward Bianca.

"I’m truly sorry for causing you any displeasure, Senior Bianca."

Her smile returned, polite and eager.

"If it would help smooth things over, I can send Dona to your estate tonight. She’s obedient and easy to manage."

The pavilion grew quiet again.

Bianca didn’t answer immediately.

She sipped her tea while her fingers tapped lightly against the side of the cup. Her gaze moved from Charlotte to the kneeling maid and then back again.

Nobody interrupted her.

Nobody seemed willing to risk it.

Meanwhile, I sat there with my injured leg throbbing beneath the table and cat ears still attached to my head, surrounded by people who treated scenes like this as ordinary entertainment.

The longer I spent in Sinners Academy, the harder it became to remember what normal was supposed to look like.

This place really was hell.