One day, Melissa called me with a serious look on her face and told me that something was bothering her. She said I was the only one who could solve it, and I couldn’t refuse because I had turned her into a slave in the first place, so I replied, “If you’re okay with me, I’ll consult with you, and I’ll do my best to help you if I can.”
I followed her to the basement, where I was called, worried about what had happened. As soon as I entered the basement, the first thing I heard from her was,
“Please step on me.”
—Do you have any idea what in the world you are asking? Though I don’t know what she means either.
I felt like I was losing my mind.
It wasn’t hypnosis, mind control, or any silly things.
I could sense a glimpse of something much more terrifying.
If people aren’t careful and constantly aware of their surroundings, they will get consumed, and they will never be able to return.
I can sense such a bizarre fear from Melissa.
When you stare into the abyss (pervert), the abyss (pervert) stares back.
[ELN: It uses ‘sexual disposition; fetish’ here, but I think ‘pervert’ suits it better in English.]
No, but nothing has been decided yet.
It would be wrong to assume that Melissa is a pervert in the first place.
“Erm… Can you explain to me, step by step, why you want to be stepped on by me?”
[EDN: Heh, “step by step.”]
“Aah! Yes, that! That’s the perfect look!! … I’m sorry. I got a bit distracted.”
It looked like she was on the verge of tripping, or was it my imagination?
And as Melissa started speaking with an ecstatic expression on her face, my spirit got whittled away at an alarming rate.
To summarize Melissa’s story, she meant, ‘I twisted her sexual preferences. She wants me to take responsibility to get rid of those urges. She has been so frustrated lately that it’s starting to get out of control, so she wants me to help get rid of it while she’s still sane, and she wants me to get rid of it on a regular basis from now on.’
But wait… why is this my fault?
However, when I thought about what would happen if people found out that Melissa, the leader of the former maid slaves from the Kvist family, had lost her mind…
The best thing seems to be completing her request right here and now before the pent-up frustration explodes.
“Kaisar-sama, the words you said to me earlier, that you’ll do your best to help me however you can, was that a lie?”
No, it wasn’t one.
I wasn’t lying, so don’t look at me with that abandoned puppy-like expression.
[ELN: Demn, I bet these girls have learned how to wrap Kaisar around their fingers.]
I’d be tempted not to do something were it not for that look on her face.
But what Melissa is talking about is just support for perverted behaviour.
“…”
“… O-okay, I get it. But don’t go overboard, okay? Keep it within the bounds of common sense.”
“Y-yes! Thank you very much!”
Wondering if I ever had a child, how would I spoil them? I looked at Melissa, who had a big smile on her face.