17. Recruitment (2)

I’ve tried so hard to remain a kind master until now.

‘This feels a bit unfair.’

Unlike how I treated others, I went out of my way to soften my thorns for Lily.

I spoke gently, never raised my voice, and made every effort to avoid being coercive in my actions.

But the moment this cheeky slave showed the slightest sign of being upset, she started trembling like a rain-soaked puppy.

Of course, I did indulge my desires somewhat when playing sexual pranks.

‘Lily enjoyed it too.’

Jane, equipped with classic perpetrator mentality.

She felt strange, as if she’d somehow become a bad master after all.

Meanwhile, Lily’s frightened expression was so adorable she almost bit her on impulse.

“Hmm… Is that so?”

So she acted a bit petty.

Right during the time when there’d be no customers.

Holding the soft body quietly in a corner of the silent shop.

All she did was gently rub the soft lower abdomen.

“Hng, nn…”

While Lily traveled to dreamland, [the Seed] was planted.

Now all that remained was to infuse it with magic power to induce sprouting.

During this process, Lily’s womb where the seed took root continued to be stimulated.

And her body learned to recognize the touch on her belly.

What Jane hadn’t anticipated was how remarkably well-developed Lily’s body was.

It reacted as sensitively as if alraune sap had been applied to her mucous membranes.

“Ah, aah…”

Thanks to this, Lily soon stretched her legs straight and reached orgasm.

And her small bladder sac opened wide too.

-Drip drip

Jane didn’t particularly mind the warm moisture soaking her knees.

She didn’t have a urine fetish, but she thought she could even drink it if it was Lily’s.

The real problem lay elsewhere.

Lily realizing something was wrong with her body.

It was still too early to tell her about [the Seed].

It would be fine to explain slowly after a proper sprout had grown.

“Ah, sorry.”

Jane apologized first.

Instead, she decided to make use of this situation.

‘Should I apply some light pressure first?’

***

“Why? Why?”

Did it just suddenly come out?

Something must be wrong with my body.

Reaching climax just from having my lower belly stroked is absolutely not a normal reaction.

A single assumption flashes through my mind.

Could it be that Master did something to my body?

There were suspicious circumstances.

Waking up drenched in sweat even after Jane installed temperature control magic in the room.

It wasn’t from lack of sleep-just some mild body stiffness-so I let it pass, but…

I shook my head.

No, that can’t be.

The affection Jane has shown me until now is undoubtedly genuine.

My mind became tangled.

Then Jane whispered in my ear.

“Ah, you peed again.”

“Eek!”

Her voice was terribly chilling.

“Lily says she’s not a bedwetter, but honestly, that’s not very convincing.”

For someone who just apologized, there was considerable pressure in her words.

I hastily defended myself.

“But it’s because Jane pressed on my belly-“

“Who could’ve imagined pressing your belly would make you pee? Did you need to go to the bathroom?”

“N-no, that’s not it…”

The atmosphere was strange.

It felt like she was gradually interrogating me.

“Then what do you think about this situation, Lily? Ah, could you be in pain somewhere?”

Jane’s voice carried thick concern.

Making me feel like I’d truly become a child who couldn’t control my bladder.

“N-no…”

This is unfair.

Looking back, most times I’ve wet myself were related to sexual pleasure.

And the only person who could do that to me was Master.

But seeing Jane so worried makes it seem like there’s really something wrong with me.

She merely touched my belly, and I suddenly had an accident, so…

Wait, did she deliberately touch my belly?

Or did I just react sensitively when she simply hugged me?

Now even the earlier situation is becoming confusing.

Wanting to disperse this stifling atmosphere, I quickly spoke up.

“Um, should we wash up first? You’re wet too, and so am I…”

At this, Master stood up from the chair while still holding me.

I could see her top was wet too.

“W-wait! It’s dirty!”

“So what?”

But Jane showed no sign of hesitation.

She simply flicked her fingers to clean the floor and chair, then headed straight to the bathroom.

***

We washed up lightly without exchanging any words.

The flowing silence weighed heavily on me.

I felt like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

“Lily.”

The archmage judge who’d been pondering deeply finally spoke.

“Rather than calling Marie, it’d be better if we go to the flower garden, right?”

“Huh?”

An abrupt statement came from her lips.

“Ah.”

I belatedly recalled that our original conversation topic had been about hiring staff.

“Let’s visit the flower garden while we’re at it. You’ve been interested in that place, Lily.”

“Okay…”

The atmosphere suggested she was letting the peeing incident slide.

I seized this opening to employ a skill honed in my past life.

“Sounds good. Should we stop by the market on the way back?”

Going with the flow to vaguely brush things aside.

“Sure, let’s do that.”

“Then I’ll quickly change and be right out.”

Wrapped only in a towel, I turned toward my room.

But Jane lightly grabbed my shoulder.

“I’ll pick for you.”

“Eh?”

Master always tries to dress me in frilly clothes, which I don’t particularly like.

Perhaps my thoughts showed on my face, as Jane added:

“We’re meeting a friend, so you should dress prettily.”

“Friend?”

“Marie is your friend, isn’t she?”

Her casual remark left me somewhat dumbfounded.

It reminded me of when we first went out and met Marie in front of the tavern.

Back then, she pressured us into shaking our heads when asked if we were close.

Now she’s acknowledging us as friends-it feels strange.

“Please choose something less fluttery.”

Still, no need to pick a fight and ruin the improving atmosphere.

Pretending reluctance, I followed Jane.

***

Just as I thought.

The greatest pervert I know, Master, wouldn’t let such an opportunity pass.

“Ugh…”

Holding Jane’s hand as we walk, my entire body burns hotter than my face.

The reason is simple.

I’m wearing a sign around my neck that says [I am a bedwetter].

Because of this, I feel like all eyes are on me.

Master explains to me in a composed voice, regardless of how I squirm in shame.

“When noble children misbehave, they wear necklaces describing their mistakes.”

Damn you.

“I’m not a noble, and definitely not a child…”

The scarier fact is that the necklace’s message was different originally.

The initial message was [I’m a pervert who climaxes and pees uncontrollably on Master’s lap].

But after I thrashed and resisted desperately, it was shortened to the current version.

Anyway, as I protest about not being a child, Jane says:

“Right, Lily’s an adult. That’s why you’re getting an additional punishment, aren’t you?”

“Guh.”

As she said, I wasn’t just wearing the necklace.

“Let’s go. If we don’t hurry, the flower garden will close.”

“W-wait! Slow down!”

Staggering, I struggled to keep up with Jane.

There’s no helping it-there are elements hindering my walking.

“Very uncomfortable?”

The second piece of shit-no, punishment-Jane gave me.

She attached a wagging tail and fluffy dog ears to me.

The discomfort from the tail especially is indescribable.

Though the ears were magically attached, why is the tail…?

“If you’re curious, how about Master tries wearing them too?”

To my rebellious suggestion, Jane refused by patting my head.

But her touch only contributed more to my rising blood pressure.

“Sigh… My life.”

As I press my throbbing temples, Jane gently rubs my forehead.

“You’ll get wrinkles?”

“Damn…”

I endured her choosing an especially childish yellow dress.

I endured her handing me white stockings and shoes to match.

But the result was disastrous.

“Can’t we fly?”

My master, who usually zooms through the sky, is now walking at a leisurely pace.

Because of this, I kept making eye contact with people around us.

She’s covering her face with a hood-why won’t she give me anything to cover mine…?

I’m so embarrassed I could die.

“Why a dog?”

My voice naturally turned irritable.

But Jane answered nonchalantly.

“Dogs pee everywhere, don’t they?”

“That’s to mark territory and communicate with each other.”

“Really? How interesting.”

Jane immediately showed interest when I mentioned something I’d heard in my past life.

Her relaxed, shameless behavior made me feel like I was wrong for feeling ashamed.

“Hoo…”

Let’s change my perspective.

How I perceive things changes based on my mindset.

So what if a guy pees a little!

Nothing to be ashamed of!

I began hypnotizing myself intensely.

Gradually, I felt more at ease.

Wearing a sign and doing a dog cosplay is nothing-

“Ah, fuck.”

I locked eyes with Hans heading home.

I resent the world.