Reincarnated as a Mob in an Otome Game, but the Characters Were Worse Than I Expected, So I Crushed Them All and Destroyed the Story - Chapter 43: Mob Makes a Proposal

Chapter 43: Mob Makes a Proposal

“Haah… haah… So? What do you think?”

“Uuuh… woof…”

I was completely speechless.

Right in front of me stood Charlotte and Lisa—Charlotte wearing cat ears and Lisa wearing dog ears.

And that wasn’t all.

Their outfits also had tails… and more importantly, there was something seriously wrong with the clothes themselves.

(Wha—!? Why are they showing so much skin…!? Isn’t this the kind of outfit that would get an unmarried noble lady labeled a pervert!?)

Just the fact that they were meowing and barking while dressed up as a cat and a dog already crossed the line into “weirdo” territory.

But these outfits? They took things even further.

They weren’t quite bikinis, but the amount of exposed skin was nearly the same.

To top it off, the tails attached near their backsides only made things worse—adding an extra layer of something… uncomfortably suggestive.

(And why is Lisa dressed up too!? I figured she’d be here, sure, that much was within expectations. But both of them already wearing costumes the moment I walk in!? That was definitely not part of the plan!)

For the record, I never told Charlotte that I was getting discharged today.

She had simply said, “Come straight to me when you’re out.” So I did.

And yet she was already dressed like this…

Don’t tell me she’d been waiting in that outfit this whole time?

“Fufu… Ufufu… You’ve arrived at just the perfect moment.”

“L-Lady Charlotte… I-I really don’t think I can wear something like this…”

Lisa’s face was bright red all the way up to her ears. She kept trying to tug down the thin strip of fabric barely covering her lower half—so short it didn’t even qualify as a proper skirt.

Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if calling it a skirt was accurate anymore.

She kept trying to hide herself, but it wasn’t helping at all.

In fact, her flustered reactions were making things way more awkward on my end. What was I even supposed to do in this situation!?

[So, Master… how’s that plan of yours going?]

(Are you seriously asking me that after seeing this disaster? Do you actually think this is fixable?)

[Not a chance. I doubt it’s even close. It’s like… your plan’s starting line isn’t even on the same track as hers.]

(Exactly! This is impossible, right!?)

I mean, come on—who in their right mind jumps into full-speed perversion mode from the very beginning?

Sure, I already knew Charlotte was a complete degenerate… but this? This was next-level.

At this point, nobody could keep up with her pace.

“U-Um… may I ask why exactly you’re dressed like that…?”

Worried someone might pass by and see this madness, I quickly shut the front door and turned to Charlotte with the question.

I shoved the ridiculous thought out of my head.

There was no way even Charlotte would predict my exact discharge date and then dress up in cosplay to wait for me in advance, right?

…Right!?

“Oh, that’s easy. You were taking forever to recover, so about three days ago, I started playing with Lisa to pass the time.”

“………”

As expected of the genius that is Charlotte.

She didn’t just confirm the worst-case scenario I had in my head—she blew right past it into something even worse than I could’ve imagined.

I’d been too naive…

“So—go ahead and give us some orders ♡♡”

Charlotte looked up at me, her expression completely melted with desire—hearts practically sparkling in her eyes.

Okay, maybe not literally, but it sure felt like I could see them.

“…Miss Lisa, don’t tell me…”

“I-I’m not like that! I-It’s not what you think! Lady Charlotte just ordered me to wear this, that’s all!”

“Heehee… But you blushing like that is so cute, Lisa. You’re just begging to be teased…♡♡”

“Wha—!? L-Lady Charlotte…! …~~!!”

Lisa’s face turned even redder from embarrassment.

Hey now, don’t start looking like you’re kind of okay with it.

Also, Charlotte—make up your mind. Are you an M or an S?

Though, judging by her personality, being a sadist actually makes more sense, so I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sit right with me.

But then again… when it comes to how she treats me, I’m still stuck on a big “hmm…”

I mean, this is the same woman who just earlier told me to “Give me orders,” remember?

“Alright then… let’s get started right away…♡♡”

“Ah, wait. Before that, there’s something I want to talk about.”

“…Does it have to be right now?”

Charlotte made a face like someone had just told her dessert was canceled.

Not quite as terrifying as when Jessica barged in the other day, but still pretty bad.

Even though I knew Charlotte wasn’t short-tempered by nature, after witnessing what happened to Jessica, I couldn’t help but get a little tense.

(Guess I don’t have much of a choice…)

At the very least, I needed to have this conversation with her today.

Honestly, this topic was even more important than trying to fix her twisted preferences.

I let out a quiet sigh, then faced both Charlotte and Lisa directly.

“Sit down. We’ll talk first.”

“～～!! Haa… haa…”

Charlotte shuddered and started breathing heavily.

Yeah, she was completely and utterly conditioned at this point.

There’s no saving her.

Sexual preference correction: impossible!

“B-But…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. Just think of it as part of the play.”

“Y-Yes…!”

Charlotte let out a soft sigh and collapsed on the spot, sitting down in a girlish pose with her legs folded to the side.

For fans of the original story, seeing the proud villainess Charlotte sitting like that would be a rare, drool-worthy moment…

But her current outfit utterly destroyed the worldbuilding, her character image, and basically everything else.

Right now, she was nothing more than a hot pervert.

Lisa quickly rushed to support her, but her, uh, “skirt” was so short that it almost exposed her entire thigh gap.

She must’ve realized it at the same time I did, because she immediately blushed and covered herself with her hands in a panic.

Yeah… this whole situation was absolute chaos.

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After resetting the scene, the three of us gathered around a table, sipping the tea Lisa had prepared.

Lisa, ever the dutiful maid, refused to sit and instead stood quietly behind Charlotte.

“S-So, um… what did you want to talk about?”

“Yes. It’s something really important…”

Honestly, I wanted to dive straight into the main topic.

But Charlotte and Lisa were still in their pet cosplay outfits.

With that kind of distraction in front of me, it was seriously hard to stay focused enough for a proper conversation.

Still, complaining about it wouldn’t get us anywhere.

I swallowed my words and got straight to the point.

“I’ll be direct. Lady Maxwell, would you consider becoming my ally?”

“Ally?”

Charlotte tilted her head slightly at my words.

The way her cat ears twitched with the movement hit me right in the heart… but I kept that reaction to myself.

“That’s right. Or to be more specific… I’m talking about overthrowing the Criminal Kingdom.”

“…! Are you insane?”

Charlotte’s expression, which had been a little relaxed just moments ago, suddenly turned sharp and serious.

Her piercing gaze hit me with an overwhelming intensity—but I couldn’t afford to back down now.

“You don’t say something this reckless as a joke. I mean it.”

“…Heh.”

“You feel it too, don’t you, Lady Maxwell? Dissatisfaction with the way things are.”

“That’s something every person carries, big or small. And it’s something that will never truly disappear.”

“But it can be reduced. Drastically. Don’t you think this world’s gotten boring? Everything about it?”

Charlotte wasn’t the kind of person who would be crushed by the weight of others’ expectations.

If anything, she had the talent and relentless drive to easily surpass whatever anyone imagined of her—and produce real results.

That’s exactly why she thought it.

“Boring, huh.”

That’s why, when she finds something she can throw herself into wholeheartedly, her eyes light up like a normal girl her age.

It’s why she got so excited trying out that bizarre cosplay for the first time.

Charlotte was the kind of person who found pleasure in intense, thrilling experiences—things that everyday life could never give her.

And above all else, I knew that because the original story made it very clear.

“It’ll be exciting, I promise. Turning every powerful figure in the kingdom into your enemy… and etching your name into history. Doesn’t that give you chills?”

I posed the question.

But no answer came.

Even so—I was satisfied.

Because Charlotte’s expression told me everything I needed to know.