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 45: Mob Breaks into a Cold Sweat

Chapter 45: Mob Breaks into a Cold Sweat

“Come… let’s do it already… hah… hah…”

Charlotte stood up from her seat and slowly approached me.

Her eyes were hazy with desire, cheeks flushed, breath shallow and heavy—yeah, at this point, I was starting to get used to this being her default state.

(Seriously? We just finished talking and she’s already on the move!? Then again, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised—she was literally waiting in a cat costume before I even got here…)

[You agreed to Charlotte’s conditions yourself, didn’t you? Take responsibility and go along with it, Master~]

(If I break the deal, she’s probably the type to come after me with a sword… or worse—lock me up and force me into permanent cat roleplay. Either way, I’d really like to avoid that…)

Yeah… there was no version of this where things ended well.

I had already made the promise, so at this point, the best move was probably to just go with the flow.

“Fine… let’s do it.”

“That’s not how you’re supposed to say it, is it?”

“…Tch. Alright already—get over here so I can deal with you.”

“~~nh!”

I purposely avoided looking at Charlotte’s blissful expression as I walked over to the living room.

Sitting down on the sofa, I heard her footsteps following behind, and she took a seat about fifty centimeters away from me.

“Hey. You haven’t been trained properly, have you? Pets don’t sit on the same level as their owners.”

“S-Sorry… hah, hah…”

The moment I scolded her, Charlotte let out an even heavier breath and plopped down on the floor in a girlish kneeling pose.

With the cat ears on, the scene looked almost charming—like something straight out of a painting.

But that dazed, lovestruck look on her face kind of ruined the whole vibe.

Well… maybe some people would be really into that sort of thing.

Personally, I actually love cats, so I wouldn’t mind if she sat next to me—heck, I’d prefer it. But knowing Charlotte, I figured she’d enjoy being treated like this more.

And yep, I was right.

“Lisa. You too—get over here.”

“Eh!? M-Me too!?”

“Of course. It’s way more fun with both of us together…♡”

Please stop with the “perverted friendship club” logic.

If we keep adding more people to this madness, I’m definitely going to lose control of the situation… Not that I have control right now, anyway.

“Wait, why don’t you want to, Lisa?”

“B-Because… it’s just… really embarrassing…”

“Then this will be easy. If you’re already embarrassed, then you’re doing it right.”

“Huh…?”

“Isn’t that the whole point? To enjoy the embarrassment?”

I’ve never heard of cosplay being something you do just to enjoy being embarrassed.

I mean, cosplay isn’t inherently shameful. And even with those risqué costumes, most people either dress up for their own satisfaction or just post pictures online and call it a day.

At the very least, getting turned on while wearing one in front of a guy you’re not even dating feels… wrong.

…Right?

“Um… Lady Charlotte. This is really embarrassing, and I—”

“Haaah… Master’s orders. Now get over here.”

“Hiiee… I-I understand…”

…Pretty sure I just witnessed a blatant abuse of power.

Shouldn’t someone report this to, like, labor enforcement or something?

Lisa, still wearing her dog ears and tail, walked over hesitantly. As she did, she flicked a glance in my direction—brief but very clear.

We didn’t have any kind of special connection or anything, but even I could read what that look was saying: Help me.

(Do I throw her a lifeline…? But even if I’m acting as the “Master,” when Charlotte says something like ‘Master’s orders,’ it basically carries the weight of a duke’s command…)

Sure, this was just a private moment, so no one would say anything about the way she talked—but the fact was, we were still a duke’s daughter and a commoner.

Technically, someone of my standing shouldn’t even be allowed to hold a proper conversation with her, let alone step in during something like this.

Still… ignoring someone when they’re clearly in distress doesn’t sit right with me either.

“Um… Lady Charlotte—”

“Watch your words.”

“…Never mind.”

Charlotte’s one sharp comment shut me down completely, and I gave up trying to reason with her.

I think Lisa shot me a pretty intense glare full of betrayal, but that was probably just my imagination.

I mean, obviously, she’s thrilled to be personally invited by her beloved master. Definitely. 

Haha…

(Besides, Lisa’s caused me a fair share of trouble, too. And when I was the one in need, she didn’t hesitate to abandon me. Call it karma. It’s just part of life experience.)

I made a weak excuse to myself in my heart and pressed my hands together in prayer toward Lisa.

It was kind of pitiful, yeah, but hey—this was part of her job as a servant. She’d just have to power through.

“Come on, Lisa. You sit over here too.”

“Y-Yes… like this…?”

Following Charlotte’s lead, Lisa sat beside her.

She tucked her legs to one side in what’s commonly called a “lady’s sit.”

Seeing a noblewoman sitting directly on the floor like that was definitely rare… and kind of surreal.

Not exactly the kind of “fresh perspective” I wanted, but here we are.

“Look, I brought this for you too. Put it on.”

“I—I have to wear this!?”

Charlotte pulled out… a collar.

Not a cute choker or something subtle. This was the collar. The real deal. No disguising it.

For the record, it was the same type as the one Charlotte was wearing—just a different color.

“I-I mean… putting this on feels like I’m losing something important as a person… you know?”

“Oh? So you’re saying I’ve already lost something important as a person…?”

“N-No, of course not! I didn’t mean it like that!”

Yeah, sure. That pause was very telling.

Her eyes were darting everywhere—totally giving herself away.

“Hmm… so that’s how you really see me, huh, Lisa?”

“N-No! That’s not it at all! I would never—”

“Then you’ll wear it, right?”

“T-That’s… uuh, fine… I’ll wear it…”

Even though she clearly hated the idea, Lisa gave in with a reluctant nod.

Still, I couldn’t help but think—she was okay with wearing dog ears, a tail, and a bikini-looking outfit (okay, not exactly a bikini, but close enough)… but this was her line?

I didn’t get the logic at all.

As Lisa reached out to take the collar, Charlotte smoothly pulled it back out of reach.

Lisa blinked in confusion—only for Charlotte to shift her gaze toward me.

“You put it on her. It’s punishment for not agreeing right away.”

“…!?”

Lisa looked completely stunned.

To be honest, I kind of saw it coming, so I wasn’t that surprised. Still… wow. Ruthless.

Can someone actually be both a hardcore sadist and masochist at the same time? Her personality’s just overloaded at this point.

I took the collar from Charlotte and slowly stepped toward Lisa.

She didn’t fight it—probably because it was a direct order—but she glared at me with teary eyes that screamed don’t you dare enjoy this.

(Touch my hair or skin and I will crush it…)

(Let’s not ask what exactly she’ll crush—for the sake of my own safety.)

Lisa’s quiet threat sent a chill down my spine, but I still gently fastened the collar around her slender, pale neck.

Her face turned beet red as she looked down in silence.

“L-Lady Charlotte… it’s on.”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Now then… time for your punishment for saying something rude to me.”

“Eh—”

Lisa, who had already been trembling from embarrassment, froze completely. Her expression shifted from shame to pure despair.

And me?

Even though I wasn’t the one being targeted, I couldn’t stop the cold sweat dripping down my back.

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It started as a serious story, but somehow I keep ending up writing scenes like this…

Should I just rename the series to “Pervert Liberation Front”?

Next time: Lisa Punishment Arc — Duel, Standby! (clearly haven’t learned anything)