The Maid named Charlotte woke up in a rge penthouse room, with a terrace. The te evening sun bsted onto her eyes, brightening her now dimming surroundings.

  She was in a bathrobe, out of her normal Maid clothing. She turned her head and noticed the muscur Alpha, Chad Thompson, was sitting on a long couch in a bathrobe.

  He watched the sunrise silently, holding a wine gss in his hands. In front of the porch was a rge beach, the sound of waves crashing ringing in her ears.

  “You… What have you done to me? Where am I?” Charlotte asked as she rose from the couch, her small eyes gring at his back.

  Chad turned around and stood up, shaking his head.

  “Nothing. You were asleep for a week or two, so I lent you this pce to rest and came to check up on you. Heh, it’s what you deserve, with all of your hard work.” He said as he smiled at her, the sunlight beaming on his face.

  “Is he dead?” Charlotte asked, ignoring Chad’s complements.

  Chad looked at her silently, considering what she had asked. After a few seconds of silence, he chuckled, sipping his wine.

  “Yes. McDickerson is dead. His legacy lives on with his fuckin’ Remnant, his children who assembled for revenge. But besides that… He’s dead.” Chad replied in a cold tone, pcing his wine gss on a nearby table.

  Charlotte stayed silent, staring down at her hands. She shook her head slowly, clenching her fists.

  “McDickerson was a bad man. You knew that. He didn’t care for you or anyone else for shit. Just for his own pleasure. That’s what made him a degenerate. He had it coming, as hard as that is for you to hear.” Chad stated calmly, his eyes focused on the shorter maid.

  “I know. Even then, he treated me better than anyone else had. He gave me a purpose when I had none… What can a b experiment like me do without him…?” Charlotte said as she wiped a tear from her eye, slightly trembling.

  “Do what you want. You’re free now… But, I know that’s not what you wanna hear. Too much freedom is a prison in itself. So, I have a proposition…” Chad replied with a smile.

  Charlotte looked up at him, her small eyes opened up slightly.

  “I’m not going to date you. Or have sex with you.” She responded with a straight face, her gre strengthening. She covered her slightly exposed chest with her bathrobe while she spoke.

  Chad ughed when he heard her, shaking his head slightly.

  “I already have a woman. Me and you, that was just a one night stand thing. I was thinking of something else.” Chad said as he tightened his bathrobe.

  “That poor woman. You’re an awful partner.” Charlotte sighed.

  She quickly noticed Chad walking up to her, moving past the rge couch he once sat on. He had a somber look on his face, one that the maid had never seen on him before.

  “Perhaps. I try my best… But my point is that I want you to work under me. Be my maid, assistant or whatever you’d like. Just as long as you’re with me, that’s all that matters.” Chad decred as he stood over her.

  “Eh?” She gasped in disbelief.

  He spoke with the exact same certainty as McDickerson, but instead with a level of vulnerability he would never show.

  It made the seemingly all powerful Alpha appear more human to her, more simir to a weak freak like her.

  “I’m trying to make this world a better pce. But it’s not ready for that change… So I have to work from the shadows… But, I can’t do it alone, even with my strength. I need partners and associates, no matter how scummy they are. But I also need good people to help me. To keep me in check…” Chad expined as he shook his head.

  “Good? How am I good in any sense… I tried to kill you… I let all of those women suffer beneath him and did nothing… In fact, I facilitated his behavior! I’m far from good… I’m a freak…” Charlotte replied with a solemn look.

  “Trust me, babe. I’m a good judge of character… I know deep down, past your cold exterior, you’re a good woman. And not a freak, not a true one... If you don’t have any purpose, then join mine. You can make up for what you’ve done in the past with McDickerson… Sounds good or what?” Chad replied with a smile, holding his rge hand out.

  She stayed silent for a few seconds, closing her eyes for that moment.

  “Fine… Just give me some time to think about everything…” She sighed, shaking his hand. Her tiny pale hands shook his weakly, causing Chad to smile.

  “Of course! Take care of this pce, it’s yours now. If you need anything, just let me know. I got enough cash to take care of you for as long as possible!” Chad chuckled as he sat back down on the couch behind.

  “Thank you… Sir… Thompson…” She said slowly, her voice becoming fainter as she said Chad’s name.

  He smiled and chuckled, finishing his wine cup in a few seconds.

  “Back then, at McDickerson’s pce… You said that the Detectives messed with you, huh? How so? You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable, of course.” Chad corrected himself, putting his arm up to rex her.

  Charlotte stayed silent, rubbing on her rge forehead. This caused a gap to appear in the center of it, growing and opening until an eye formed. Her three eyes looked up at Chad, with the third one gaping rger.

  “Before degenerates became widespread, the Detectives focused mostly on the more ‘normal’ supernatural… Forces like monsters, creatures of the night and more. The world forgot about these creatures because the detectives did such a good job of fighting them from the shadows.

  And they achieved this through experimentation, messing with innocents to create soldiers and weapons. I was one of them… The field of psychics was one they became interested in, with them experimenting on numerous orphaned children. And I’m the result of their work.” Charlotte expined, with her top eye becoming watery.

  “I see… How were you freed? They couldn’t have just let someone as valuable as you escape.” Chad asked.

  “Once, while they were doing testing, one of their experiments went rogue, destroying the majority of their main center, the same one I was forced into… I escaped and ran as fast as I could. The others didn’t st, but I got far enough to hide… Until, McDickerson found me…”

  Chad stayed silent as he sat back on the couch, closing his eyes from anger. Charlotte saw Chad’s rage, with her three eyes blinking.

  “Why do you want to know this, Sir? The Detectives, they’re untouchable… There’s nothing you can do to them, with all of their resources…”

  “Not necessarily. If I were any normal fuck, sure, it would be impossible. But I’m the hero who once saved this world. If anyone can do the impossible, it’s me.” Chad smiled, pointing at himself with his thumb.

  “You pn to…?”

  “I told you, I want to make this world a better pce. That includes taking care of people like them… This is a new age, one that doesn’t need their antiquated style of dealing with issues. One where people are tortured and experimented on for ‘peace’ or ‘advancement.’ This is our world, not theirs.” Chad expined with a straight face, giving the normally calm Charlotte chills.

  “You’re not the dumb brute that I thought you were… Sir Thompson. Thank you…”

  “Of course… Heh.” Chad chucked, with the entire house becoming silent, allowing the rushing waves to be heard.

  After a few seconds of silence, Chad stood up, looking down at Charlotte with a smile.

  “Now, I’ll be leaving. I got to get home. But, my number is on this paper. I’ll keep you posted.” Chad smiled as he pced his card on the table, patting on it.

  Charlotte reached for it, holding it close.

  “Yes, Sir Thompson. Get home safe. And I’ll… I’ll see you ter. Be well.” Charlotte said, with her voice becoming less stiff the more she spoke.

  She saw him leave, silently watching him. After a few moments, she realized her third eye was still open.

  Normally, she would’ve kept it shut, as it grossed and creeped out everyone she interacted with. Even her precious former master, McDickerson.

  But Chad, he didn’t look shocked or disgusted in the slightest.

  …

  A few hours passed ter, Rolondo returned in the red Ferrari with all of the supplies Myusel asked him to get.

  He was now wearing what Milrd called more “Manly” clothing, such as baggy pants, a backwards cap and a T-shirt

  He put them all in the garage, too tired to move it into the kitchen. He didn’t care if he was going to get scolded by Myusel at that point. He just wanted to y down and rest.

  “These fuckin’ chores… Holy cow. Working me like a sve! Can’t wait to hit the sheets and sleep. Hell yes!” Rolondo muttered as he closed the garage entrance, stepping out from the expensive car.

  He enjoyed the new freedoms he had gained thanks to Milrd’s help. He also felt a lot braver now that he stood up and advocated for himself.

  Still, being forced to do what Chad’s servants and employees once did sucked a lot. He felt sore with his weak muscles, especially since Myusel forbade him from using his powers outside the house, unless it was a life or death situation.

  In all honesty, this week was the most fun he has had in the Man Manor. He was truly grateful for Milrd’s help, and wished to pay him back soon!

  That’s why he picked up a few sneaky beers and snacks, hoping to chill out with Milrd in his room the next day. It was going to be Milrd’s st day, so he wanted to celebrate their time together!

  But as soon as he closed the car door, he felt a wave of warm energy hit his head. He stumbled back as his vision became blurry, the groceries he held falling directly onto the floor, rolling around.

  He saw a pool of blood extending towards him, with a red aura surrounding a powerful figure. This figure held a brooded and beaten woman in his hands, with red tears dripping down his face.

  The figure slowly turned his red haired head, his bloodshot eyes focusing on Rolondo’s tender frame. A wave of boiling energy rushed at Rolondo, sending him flying back.

  He nded on the side of the Ferrari, with sweat dripping down his forehead.

  “W-what was that…? Was that… M-milrd…?” Rolondo questioned as he stood up, picking back up the fallen groceries.

  Was it his memories? Or, a future that could come?! Rolondo was scared, knowing whatever it was, it was magical in nature. He had to be careful in this house, since something was up.

  But as he began to pick up the vegetables, he heard some creaking and grunting noises.

  “Give me a break! I see some crazy vision crap and now we’re getting attacked?! B-by the McDickersons? More of them!? Again!? Hell no!” Rolondo whispered to himself as he became alert.

  He crouched down and hid behind some furniture in the living room, soon realizing the noises were coming from his room!

  He started to get scared. Maybe they got to Myusel and Milrd and were attacking his room to search for him!

  Why else would they be in his room, his sanctuary! Rolondo knew whoever did this was going to pay for messing with his safe space!

  He kept sneaking and eventually reached the crack of the door. The noises got even louder and scarier to Rolondo.

  But then, he heard a familiar moaning noise coming from the crack. One he could easily recognize from the sheer number of times he heard it.

  It was Myusel. Specifically, it was the loud moaning she gave off when she was being fucked!

  Rolondo peeked through the door frame and then saw something disturbing.

  It was Milrd and Myusel, both fucking each other on his bed! They were sweating and squirting all over his sheets!

  His room was destroyed by their powerful love-making, with his TV shattered, his toys dragged around, and his clothing scattered!

  They continued as if they had no care in the world, with Milrd ripping Rolondo’s curtains and throwing them around, pushing Myusel’s sweaty breasts onto the gss window.

  This caused Rolondo to fall on his back and crawl backwards silently. He ran to the garage and fell into a fetal position on the floor, nearly throwing up.

  “F-fuck! FUCK! T-this can’t b-be real?!! M-milrd! Why? WHY! I-I don’t even give a fuck about you fucking her! I don’t care! But why there? Why in my bed? Why? The one clean pce, the one safe spot! NO! Fuck! On my bed!? My sheets?! Fuck! Damn this all!!! I thought we were allies! But no! This fucking house! It corrupted him! H-he’s become on their level! The same! Everyone in this pce, they’re all my enemies! They’re all fucking crazzzy!! Fuck! DAMN IT! FUCK!!” Rolondo cried out as he smmed the ground.

  It caused the garage tiles to shatter a bit and a photo frame to fall nearby.

  He began to fix the tile with magic, scared of what could happen to him if Chad found out.

  He then turned around to see the photo frame, pnning on fixing it. He then saw the photo of Chad and Mysuel, smiling at his face!

  He began smashing his fists into the photo in rage. They were ughing at him. Both of them together. Laughing at him, mocking him for everything.

  “It’s just like back then… Everything was getting better again… I was with my r-real family… I got into a good university! Everything was going well! But… the War happened… And now… Just as I was about to become free… A-and grow… He came… Gave me hope and… Ruined it! Milrd! MILLARD!!!” Rolondo cried as he clenched the gss shards in his fists, cutting into his skin. It was the only thing he could do to calm himself.

  He pressed his head against the ground and looked up, noticing the wand he had in his pocket. It had fallen out during his rage and y by the door.

  To Rolondo, it represented his abilities, his magical girl strength. Not only that, but the powers of a femboy emperor that y dormant within!

  “But the difference from then… Is that now, I have power… I can gain power… I can show them! I can fight back! I can get… revenge! Revenge against this goddamn world and those who pushed me this far!!!!” Rolondo thought as he gripped his bleeding hands, throwing the gss shards aside.

  He grabbed at his magical girl wand, gripping onto it as blood smeared across it.

  He began to tear up, swearing that he would become more powerful over and over. He y in the garage corner, with his eyes becoming hazy and vengeful.

  He then felt weak from the blood loss and cried himself to sleep on the cold garage floor.