"Achoo~"
Caught a cold? The Kingdom of Michel is in late spring. The game world has seasonal changes like reality. Since it's near summer, it's probably just a coincidence.
Well, it's unlikely to catch a cold while soaking in a warm bath barrel anyway.
The game's setting mimics the medieval period, so naturally, there are no bathtubs or shower heads. I heard some players used real-world knowledge to simulate modern shower facilities, but they didn't catch on due to cost. Wooden barrel baths are humans' most common bathing method; even nobles are no exception.
My massage level is Lv. Max. In the game's settings, massage skills actually include all bathhouse services, like... chest... uh... chest... m-massage...?
"Chest massage is... that bathhouse service?"
I suspect some strange people infiltrated the game development team. Why are there such weird skill branches?
The two gilded words "Legendary" at the end are particularly eye-catching. Each skill branch has five levels: Novice, Proficient, Expert, Master, Legendary, plus an unlisted "Unlearned." Lv. Max means every branch of the skill has reached maximum level. I understand the logic... but, Legendary-level chest massage? What exactly does that mean?
To verify whether I truly possessed these skills, I deliberately avoided using auto-cooking while preparing dinner. Logically, my first time cooking slime should be like a beginner's. But in reality, the cooking process flowed naturally, without any awkwardness or unfamiliarity, as if I had truly cooked countless slimes before.
By the same logic, my chest massage technique...
"I can't think about this anymore!"
I slapped my cheeks hard to stay clearheaded. Any further would be hell.
Calming down, I notice many things about my body that defy common sense.
I cup some clear water, watching it flow through the gaps between my slender jade fingers.
It might be strange to describe my own hands this way, but these hands have a delicacy unbefitting my status. A maid's work isn't limited to serving Young Miss refreshing black tea—heavy housework is also part of a maid's duties.
After the original master stopped logging in, only Anastasia remained in the mansion. Cleaning this huge mansion fell entirely on one person's shoulders.
Based on my previous life's impression, a maid's hands should be... to put it dream-crushingly, rougher. But my hands don't look like those of a servant experienced in manual labor—they're closer to the well-maintained, delicate hands of a pampered young lady. The same goes for other parts: despite having great strength, pinching my arm reveals barely any muscle.
My body is far more delicate than I imagined, like an exquisitely carved artwork—beautiful but fragile, shattering at a touch.
Yet this fragile body was given such...
No matter how you look at it, they're huge.
I blink while looking down.
I'm one of those oppai people Young Miss hates most.
Thanks to them, I'm experiencing for the first time what it's like to not see my feet going down stairs.
With my years of experience serving Young Miss, I can easily imagine the scene if I met Young Miss with this body.
—Y-you! How dare you have such lewd breasts behind my back?! Turn off your restriction switch! Stand still ♂!!!
—Young Miss, I'm not... Ah! There, you can't...
"Blub blub blub blub..."
Shuddering, I curl up under the water, blowing bubbles to escape reality.
Come to think of it, it's almost midnight.
My fate will soon be revealed.
Two minutes.
One minute.
Midnight, my fate is—
...Nothing happened?
I surface from the water, looking up confused.
"Um... Game Admin sir?"
No response.
I feel so stupid.
I kept warning myself to stay alert, thinking maybe officials had discovered and were fixing this. But as time passed, about half an hour went by. If I hadn't used fire magic to maintain the water temperature, the barrel would've gone cold.
I felt no data interaction at all.
Nothing happened, making me, who specially waited for midnight, look like an idiot.
I realized something: if even the officials couldn't detect my anomaly as the event's central character, the probability of them discovering me in the future probably approaches zero. Though I could try to inform them, I'm already dead in reality—doing so would be suicide.
From now on... will I continue living as a game world maid NPC?
What will happen when the game shuts down? Why exactly did I come to the game world? My head's a mess.
"As Young Miss's servant, one must never abandon hope."
I murmur the precept of Young Miss's household servants, regaining my spirit.
So what if I became a game-world NPC maid? Don't underestimate human potential! I'll live on, and I'll live on strongly.
First then, I need to adapt to life as a girl. Let's look for useful knowledge in the merged memories!
"Oh oh, hair should be tied up while bathing... I see, learned something."
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"Wasn't it said... beautiful girls don't need that? They do... Well, needing to eat, that's not incomprehensible..."
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"Huh? I'll also have it once a month?! Having it monthly means I can get pregnant? Why be so detailed about this kind of thing?!"
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"Bedchamber service level Lv. Max... must be my eyes playing tricks. Close eyes, one, two, three, open! Bedchamber service hasn't changed. Bedchamber service... bedchamber service... ha, hahaha..."
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"Young Miss... save me..."