Neko stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a plush pink robe that hugged his new, fuller curves tightly. Water still dripped from his hair, the air thick with the lingering scent of the sweet oils he’d used during his bath.

  He took a ragged breath, trying to steady his trembling hands, and headed straight for the massive wardrobe. He wanted to hide his body behind the familiar yers of his daily maid outfit as quickly as possible, hoping the stiff fabric would restore some shred of his sense of control.

  He shoved the heavy wardrobe doors open, but his hands froze in mid-air. Not a single maid uniform remained inside. Empty hangers swayed slightly, as if mocking his consternation, and beside them hung garments he had never seen before - outfits that certainly didn't look like a maid’s attire.

  “What… where is it?” he stammered, his eyes widening.

  He began a frantic search of the room, peering into every corner, under the bed, even into trunks he hadn't opened before. His heart hammered harder as the reality set in: his outfit was simply gone.

  Then, like an icy shower, the memory of the previous night hit him. He recalled the distinct sound of tearing fabric when Lilith, with one predatory flick of her fingers, had ripped his clothes to expose his breasts.

  A cold shiver raced down his spine, and he hugged his arms around himself as if trying to shrink away.

  Don't tell me that was my st set… he thought with mounting dread.

  His gaze, wandering chaotically around the room, finally nded on the dresser. On a decorative cushion y his stilettos, arranged with almost reverent elegance - the same ones he had worn before, polished and ready.

  But beside them sat something new: a piece of strange, thick paper with gold embellishments along its edges.

  Neko frowned, sensing another of Lilith’s games. He approached the dresser slowly, every second of silence amplifying the beat of his heart. He grabbed the paper with shaking fingers. He saw rows of careful, swirling characters, but despite his intense staring, he understood nothing. The symbols blurred into an unintelligible tangle.

  “Of course…” he sighed, resigned, silently cursing his illiteracy in this new world. “Nothing is going right. I can't even read a stupid note.”

  Suddenly, he remembered the System handbook he’d received at the start. He dashed to the nightstand and pulled out the leather-bound volume. He knew a magical lens for transting unknown texts was hidden within it. He extracted it carefully - a small, shimmering disc that seemed to vibrate with faint energy - and pressed it to the paper.

  Only now, peering through the magical lens, did the letters begin to move, shifting their shapes and arranging themselves into words he could understand. Neko held his breath, his eyes scanning the text that was about to change his entire morning.

  “My dear, little Kitten...

  I am writing this to head off any attempts you might make to find me. I will be incredibly busy for the next two days, and I fear I won’t find sufficient time for you. My wife requires my full attention now.”

  A soft sigh of relief escaped Neko's chest. Two days? Two days without her? A spark of hope flickered in his mind. Maybe my body will finally stop burning, and this metal between my legs will stop chafing. It’s almost like a vacation.

  “However, recent events have shown quite clearly that someone like you cannot even handle the simplest maid duties. You are charming, but as a servant - completely useless. Therefore, I have pnned some slightly different tasks for you.”

  The boy winced, his pride stung. “I tried my best!” he muttered under his breath, though deep down he knew he had failed while cleaning that tex room…

  “One of your new duties will be studying. After all, my kitten cannot remain an illiterate idiot who looks at letters as if they were magical incantations. That would be humiliating for both of us. I have found a truly kind teacher for you, whom you should find to your liking.”

  Neko went rigid, the lens nearly slipping from his trembling fingers. An illiterate idiot? This woman really knows how to hit where it hurts, he thought, but it was the mention of a “kind teacher” that terrified him most. Knowing Lilith’s definition of “kind,” he could expect someone who used a whip instead of a pointer.

  “Your outfit is waiting for you in the wardrobe. Dress properly and do not be te for your first lesson. Have fun, Neko.

  Your Mistress, Lilith”

  Neko lowered his hand with the letter, feeling his tail drop limply against his calf. “‘Have fun’?” he repeated skeptically.

  Neko approached the wardrobe, his cat ears twitching with anxiety and his hands - still damp from the bath - clenching the belt of his pink robe. Lilith’s promise of a “proper outfit” sounded like a death sentence in his ears, especially after what he’d endured with Elene’s maid uniform, where every yer of fabric seemed designed specifically to degrade him.

  He took a deep breath and shoved the wardrobe doors open.

  What he saw brought a dead silence to the room, broken only by his sharp intake of breath. No maid ruffles hung on the hangers now; instead, it was a set that was the quintessence of a perverse “good schoolgirl” vision, seasoned with Lilith’s demonic sadism.

  The ensemble began with a white, short-sleeved blouse made of cotton so thin, so nearly ethereal, that it was obvious at a gnce it would become completely transparent if it got wet or hit strong light. It was tailored so aggressively that it ended just below the line of his new, more prominent breasts, leaving his entire midriff and waist completely exposed. The colr was high and stiff, designed to hold a blood-red silk bow that looked more like an ornamental colr than a school uniform element.

  Below y a skirt - navy blue, pleated, and so scandalously short that Neko wondered if the system even cssified it as clothing anymore. It was barely a dozen centimeters long, which, given his new rounded buttocks, meant the fabric would end just beneath them, swaying enticingly with every step. Worse, small gold rings were sewn into the waistband, with bck ce garter straps attached to them.

  She really wants me to go to lessons in this? Neko thought, his face erupting in a vivid crimson as he imagined the new teacher’s reaction. This looks like a costume from some sick adult movie!

  His trembling fingers moved over the rest of the ensemble: a pair of bck over-the-knee socks finished with provocative white ce, and dark pumps with the same heels Elene had given him. At the very bottom y the lingerie - tiny, ce panties with a special cutout in the back for his fluffy tail.

  Neko began to dress, struggling with every button and strap. His [Perfect Skin] meant that the touch of coarse ce and cool silk sent shivers through him that he couldn't suppress.

  When he pulled on the tight shirt, the material strained precariously over his breasts, highlighting their shape so clearly he felt entirely exposed. The skirt barely clung to his hips, and every movement caused the metal rings to jingle softly.

  Finally, with a sigh full of resignation, he reached for the pink bow with the bell and tied it to the end of his tail, just as Elene had done before.

  Clink.

  The clear, high sound of the bell announced to the world that Lilith’s new student was ready. Neko stood before the mirror, adjusting the skirt that refused to cover anything more. He looked like the embodiment of innocence defiled by dark desire - a perfect, sweet girl who was about to be subjected to stern discipline.

  “I hate this...” he whispered, staring at his reflection, while his own body - traitorously and against his will - pulsed with a quiet excitement at the thought of what the first lesson would bring.

  TorQ