Lily stared down at her chest in utter, profound disbelief.
Her fingers fell limply to her thighs, and in sheer disorientation, the girl touched her right nipple - the tissue was numb, dull, and completely devoid of sensation, as though someone had stripped the entire nervous system right out of it.
“C-Cordelia...” she forced out, flustered, tilting her head.
“B-but this fluid really isn't working at all! You said it would trigger terrifying sensitivity, but I feel like my boobs have literally just gone to sleep!”
Cordelia, with stoic calm, set the empty glass bottle onto the nightstand and turned to face her, adjusting the position of her glasses on her alabaster nose.
“The state you are currently experiencing represents merely the initial, preparatory phase of the compound’s application,” the Head Maid explained in a cool, matter-of-fact tone.
“The applied formula must penetrate very deeply into the skin and reach the neural receptors. For roughly the first ten minutes, all sensory receptors are completely dulled and paralyzed, manifesting as this very numbness.”
Lily trailed her hand over the smooth skin beneath her collarbone, narrowing her eyes uncertainly.
“A-and... what happens after those ten minutes?”
“Once that period elapses, a sudden, almost instantaneous 'rebound' of sensation occurs,” Cordelia replied without batting an eye.
“The dulled receptors will explode with multiplied force, and the promised effect of extreme, downright overwhelming hypersensitivity of the tissue will linger for the next several hours.”
Lily swallowed hard, her fluffy ears twitching with quiet dread.
“S-so... what's happening right now... is just the calm before the storm...?”
“Precisely so, Lady Lily,” the Head Maid agreed with a nod.
As she spoke, Cordelia turned back to the bed and began arranging the various pieces of the bunny suit prepared for today onto the dark velvet with flawless, professional precision.
Lily stared at the laid-out fabrics with mounting anxiety. The combination of knowing her breasts would explode with extreme sensitivity in less than fifteen minutes, coupled with the fact that she was about to squeeze them into a tight, chafing corset, sent a wave of cold, terrified shivers down her body.
Cordelia arranged the scraps of material in silence, and though Lily initially glared at them with anger, as the minutes ticked by, her gaze softened, her face assuming an expression of deep, gloomy gravity.
Up until now, she had treated her filthy interfaces and the unique Submissive perk purely as a hilarious video game mechanic.
However, what had transpired moments ago... was something entirely different.
When the words That is an order left Cordelia’s lips, her own body had simply ceased to belong to her. Her spine had arched on its own, her breasts had thrust forward, and her hands had laced behind her nape without any consent or participation from her own will.
If she had wanted to run away, drop her hands, or shield herself in that second, she could have done absolutely nothing. She had been utterly locked inside her own body.
In her imagination, a terrifying, dark scenario immediately bloomed.
What if, one day, she stepped outside the safe private wing of the palace?
What if she ran into some strange, powerful demon lord or an enemy who discovered her Sex Slave class and simply shouted at her: Kneel, that is an order!, and then commanded her to do something utterly repulsive?
Would she become a completely helpless doll in the hands of anyone who learned the magic phrase?!
The vision of becoming a walking, completely mindless security flaw caused Lily to instinctively tense her shoulders and wrap her arms tightly around her waist, trembling with fear.
“C-Cordelia...?” she forced out softly, a note of genuine, authentic terror lacing her new, sickeningly sweet voice.
The maid arranged the wrist cuffs on the sheet and lifted her chin.
“Yes, Lady Lily?”
“Can... can literally anyone in this world command me using the words 'That is an order' and completely take over my body...?”
Cordelia paused her hand, turning her body completely toward the bunny girl. Seeing that the girl was neither complaining about high heels nor throwing a tantrum, but genuinely petrified of losing her own autonomy, her burgundy eyes softened by a barely perceptible spark behind her glasses.
“Calm yourself, Lady Lily,” the maid spoke in a composed, professional voice.
“The architecture of the System and the submission perk relies upon a strict canon known as Command Authority. The automatic compulsion to execute a directive does not trigger off just any random phrase spoken by anyone.”
Lily lifted her head uncertainly, her ears twitching.
“I-it doesn't...?”
“Decidedly not,” Cordelia clarified. “Full, absolute authority to issue commands is possessed exclusively by your direct Owner - Her Majesty Vespera. The System recognizes solely her deep, spiritual impulse. I was able to issue said directive to you for one reason only: Her Majesty formally delegated a portion of her administrative authority to me as your guardian and head of household for the duration of this morning's procedure.”
The maid adjusted her white glove and continued matter-of-factly:
“This means that any stranger could scream the words 'That is an order' at you until they are blue in the face, and your body will not react in the slightest. Without a formal entry in the Queen's system, no one possesses the right to override your will.”
A gigantic, heavy stone fell from Lily’s heart with such force that a long, shuddering sigh of relief tore from her chest.
Her fluffy ears flopped softly against her cheeks, and all the tension in her muscles melted away in a fraction of a second.
“Oh God...” she mumbled, wiping her forehead with her hand.
“I thought I was some walking, free security vulnerability for every random passerby!”
“Her Majesty Vespera can be peculiar, unrefined, and extraordinarily capricious, Lady Lily,” Cordelia tossed out dryly, turning back to the clothes.
“She is not, however, so utterly incompetent as to expose her favorite mascot to the whims of just anyone.”
Hearing this resolute defense of the ruler's competence from the cool Head Maid, Lily nodded in appreciation.
Suddenly, a quiet, deep hum tore through the space of the bedroom. Out of thin air in the center of the chamber, a plump, pinkish-purple beam of magical light flared, from which burst a familiar, terrifyingly breathtaking figure.
“And just who are you calling 'unrefined', my dear Cordelia?!” chirped Vespera’s loud, amused voice.
The Demon Queen had appeared in the room literally out of nowhere, clad in her deeply cut purple gown.
Cordelia, though she twitched for a split second, startled by her sovereign's abrupt arrival, regained her composure in the blink of an eye and executed a flawless, deep bow.
“Your Highness,” the Head Maid replied without batting an eye and without a shred of fear.
Hearing that brazen, stoic response from her head of household, Vespera erupted into a loud, melodious laugh, waving her hand dismissively.
“Oh, Cordelia... You truly will never lose that rigid tongue of yours. You may take your leave now. I’ve changed my mind - I feel like playing with my sweet pet and dressing her personally!”
Cordelia raised an eyebrow, glancing at the outfit laid out on the bed.
“But Your Highness... I have not yet dressed Lady Lily in the attire prepared earlier...”
“Change of plans!” Vespera interrupted briskly, her lips splitting into a brilliant, terrifyingly sly smile.
“I have personally prepared a completely new, special set for my little bunny!”
Cordelia swallowed her remarks and bowed once more.
“In that case, I beg your pardon. I shall leave Your Highness.”
And before the eyes of the stunned Lily, the Head Maid simply dissolved in a red flash of magic, leaving the two of them alone in the vast chamber.
Lily blinked, bewildered, staring at the empty space where the administrator had stood.
I'm alone with her again... she barely had time to think, before being nearly trampled by the enthusiastically charging Demon Queen.
“Aaaaah! At last we’re all alone, my sweet little bunny!” Vespera called out, pouncing on her and seizing her in a hot, overwhelming embrace, burying her face straight into her bountiful bust.
“I was starting to get terribly worried my head would burst from the number of brilliant ideas that generated in my mind overnight!”
Lily, completely unsure of what was happening but remembering her drive to maintain her ruler's brilliant mood, decided to go entirely with the flow.
“I-incredible, Mistress! Your head has definitely generated the most brilliant and wonderful ideas in the whole universe!” she forced out in her new, sickeningly velvety voice straight into her corset.
Vespera smiled radiantly, releasing her from her embrace. A pink glow flared in her palms, and out of nowhere appeared a small, extraordinarily decorative, intensely pink box tied with a gold ribbon.
“To start off, you can wear this!” the Demon Queen exclaimed with wild enthusiasm, popping the lid open and pulling out a single item from within.
Lily looked down... and her entire cheerful demeanor vanished in the blink of an eye.
In Vespera’s hands lay a pair of extremely pink, impossibly frilly panties.
The main body was crafted from soft, shimmering pink satin, while the leg openings and waistband were trimmed with thick, fluffy, snow-white lace frills. In addition to the standard openings, this lingerie masterpiece featured a large, provocative heart-shaped cutout at the back, trimmed in white lace, through which her real bunny tail was meant to protrude proudly.
At the front, meanwhile, was a second, drastically smaller cutout, created perfectly for her small penis to pass through unobstructed.
Large, bright pink bows adorned each hip, with another situated right above the heart-shaped cutout at the back.
All this lace, these frills, and pink satin were a visual ordeal for the former Julian, but the absolute worst, most humiliating detail was the inscription embroidered in thick, shimmering thread across the front.
Right in a semi-circle above the cutout for her length boasted the personalized, proud text: "Miss Vespera" in an intensely pink, glowing shade.