VILLAIN'S HAREM IN OTOME GAME

Chapter 23: Busty maid’s honey trap

As Eren said hi, the wooden box clutched against Mira’s chest fell, just like her soul leaving her body.

Her internal processing grid completely blacked out.

She had spent the past week carefully tracking Eren’s daily routine, his training hours, and his obsession with the workshop. According to her calculations, he wasn’t supposed to set foot there for at least another hour.

"W-When..." Her voice came out like a broken rap track. "When did you come back?"

Eren’s legs swung back and forth on the bed with relaxed ease. He leaned downward, face hovering close to her cute, sweat-beaded face.

"Right when you complained that instead of being a brainless, desperate loser who would easily fall for your charms, I somehow grew a fully functioning brain."

Mira went completely dead, kneeling there like a marionette doll with strings cut off cleanly.

Her green eyes looked over in absolute despair. It was over. A thief caught with the noble’s personal things would throw her into the dungeon to rot.

She looked up, expecting the typical noble calling for the guards. Instead, Eren just sat back on the bed, still looking down at her with that same relaxed amusement.

"Honestly," Eren mused, tapping a finger against his chin, "I didn’t even notice I had such a remarkably cute thief running around my room every morning. I must say I was relieved for some reason."

She blinked with an utterly thrown-off expression. There was no shouting. Instead, the smug, cool, yet strangely kind smile on his handsome face remained completely intact.

If only her original extortion plan had actually worked, having a sugar daddy this handsome wouldn’t have been a bad deal at all.

Then a sudden realization clicked.

’Wait... he isn’t calling the guards and... he’s just smiling at me. He’s a notorious pervert, a disgraced stalker! What if... what if he already has his eye on me? If I play my cards right, I can make him head over heels for me right now, and I can just manipulate him into handing over his fortune whenever I want!’

Eren tilted his head, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her go silent. "So, let’s get down to the fine print. Are you just a freelance thief, or is there a larger corporate entity paying for your—?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the busty maid suddenly got to her feet with velocity that her busty boobs bounced right in his line of sight.

Eren’s brain paused at the visual impact, and the redhead threw herself at him onto the mattress, her voluptuous frame colliding with his chest as she tightly wrapped her arms completely around his waist.

She pressed her soft assets against his torso, clinging to him like a life raft in a stormy sea

"Please forgive me, Young Master!" she cried out, her voice shifting instantly into trembling, tearful submission as she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "I will do absolutely anything for your forgiveness! Please don’t throw me to the guards!"

Eren blinked, hands hovering awkwardly in the air as he tried to get rid of her. "Whoa, hold on. What exactly do you mean by ’anything’?"

Hearing the word anything, Mira immediately doubled down. She loosened her grip slightly and looked up at him with wide puppy eyes, her lower lip trembling innocently.

"Of course... anything you could desire," she pleaded softly. "Please... use my body for your punishment. Let me make it up to you."

Eren finally broke free from her tight grip, grabbing her wrists and holding her at arm’s length. He stared at her tear-stained, overly dramatic face in sheer disbelief. "Are you completely out of your mind right now?"

Instead of backing off, Mira leaned forward aggressively, narrowing the distance between them. "I can’t help it..." she whispered shamelessly. "Ever since I joined the manor staff, I’ve been utterly fallen for you, Young Master."

To show her sincerity, she deliberately pulled down her uniform to show the breathtaking, smooth expanse of her generous cleavage.

Eren sat perfectly still, his blue eyes taking in the entire display.

’Wow. She really thinks she’s a mastermind, trying to manipulate me. She thinks she can use a textbook honey trap to turn me into an obsessed, obedient idiot who will hand over the family vault just for a taste of her assets.’

He thought with vicious amusement.

But of course, being him, a clear opportunist, how could he possibly miss an invitation like this?

This girl clearly had no idea what kind of absolute monster she was volunteering to step into the ring with.

A dangerous smirk stretched across his handsome features. "Are you entirely real about this, Mira? No regrets?"

A flash of triumphant hope ignited in the maid’s eyes, and she nodded with eager excitement.

’Victory is mine,’ she thought, internally cheering as she prepared to lock him in her trap.

Eren’s smile only widened, savoring the absolute, beautiful hopelessness of her assumption.

He casually sat back, and with zero hesitation, he unzipped his trousers, releasing his fierce, contained little brother completely free into the open air.

As the newly emancipated entity sprang forward, greeting her casual thud, Mira’s victory speech instantly disintegrated.

Her eyes locked onto the sheer volume of the prize she had just inherited, her brain processing the visual data with absolute, unmitigated horror.

It was colossal, even redefining the term overpowered.

And the most terrifying part? The dragon wasn’t even fully awake yet.

Yet its dimensions already outclassed every single standard expectation.

She gulped as her throat completely dried up.

Eren loved the expression she was putting on right now.

Absolute cinema.

If this was the baseline entry level, what would happen if this fully awakened monster attempted to breach her entirely unvisited, virgin gates? The mere thought made Mira briefly question every single life choice that had brought her to the Volsver estate.

Eren leaned back against the headboard with hands behind his head in comfort. "What’s the matter, Mira? You’ve gone awfully quiet. Don’t tell me you’re suddenly rethinking your undying, deeply passionate love for me?"

The challenge snapped her out of her daze. If she backed out now, she was going straight back to the slums.

Mira forced a trembling, yet determined smile onto her face.

"N-No! Of course not, Young Master!"

’It’s fine. There’s no way it can expand much further than this. I can handle it.’

She leaned forward over the mattress, presenting Eren with a spectacular, front-row view of her assets. With a shaking hand, she reached out and hesitantly wrapped her soft fingers around the center of his penis.

Her soft touch and view of her soft assets made the slumbering beast violently mobilized.

Right within her palm, the dragon began to rapidly inflate and harden, and within seconds, it transformed into a hard rod.

Mira’s grip was completely forced open. No matter how much she stretched her fingers, her palm struggled to cover even half of it.

"I... I have to do this," Mira whispered as she tightened her incomplete grip, preparing to face the full force of the Volsver raid boss.