The System latched onto me, ordering me to humiliate the villain, Jane Schwimmer—a poor scholarship student. Too cowardly for real cruelty, I meekly pushed my chicken leg onto her plate. "It's got my germs. You have to eat it." She blinked, confused. Later, learning her mom was drowning in medical bills, I threw a black card at her feet. "On your knees. Be my dog." A shadow crossed her eyes—then she knelt, gripping my ankle. "Okay." When the System checked my progress, I slapped Jane, proud of her "humiliation." The System laughed coldly. "Moron! You didn’t humiliate her. You got her off." Shock hit me—my fingertips still tingled where I’d touched her. 1 It’s been a month since I was dropped into this world, and I’m still hopelessly spineless. The System was practically vibrating with frustration in my head. «Seriously, what are you waiting for? Your character is a filthy rich heir. Are you actually scared of some girl from the wrong side of the tracks?» «Just go! Humiliate her! Show her how cruel the world really is!» I fidgeted. “But… how do I do that?” Before I was shoved into this story, I was just a normal, quiet guy. My life was about grades and getting into a good college, not bullying people. Besides, what kind of man picks on a girl? Then again, calling Jane a "weak girl" felt like a stretch. I’d heard rumors she fought in underground circuits—the brutal, no-holds-barred kind of fighting. I was terrified she could flatten me with a single punch. Right now, she was sitting alone in the corner of the dining hall, a picture of quiet intensity. On her tray was a plain bread roll and some of the free kimchi. «Stop dawdling,» the System hissed. «Go over there, knock her tray onto the floor, and make her lick it up.» Taking a deep breath, I picked up my own tray—piled high with steak, roasted vegetables, and a side of truffle mac and cheese—and walked over to her table. She glanced up. Her gaze was flat, impassive. She held it for a second before returning to her meager meal. I summoned my best sneer. “Jane!” Her eyelids lifted slowly, one eyebrow arching in a silent question. She didn’t speak, just watched me, a palpable pressure emanating from her stillness. My hand trembled. I used my fork to spear the chicken leg I’d already taken a bite of and dropped it into her bowl. “I bit this. It’s tainted,” I forced out, my voice cracking slightly. “Now you’re going to eat it!” I immediately felt like scum. Making her eat my leftovers? It was genuinely humiliating. A wave of guilt washed over me as I met her gaze again. “What are you looking at? In case you haven’t noticed, I can’t stand you! I’m not eating any of this. Now you can lick the whole damn plate clean!” The dining hall fell silent for a few heartbeats. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I could see her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the table. I’d definitely gone too far this time. The next second, Jane reached out. I flinched, instinctively pulling back. But she just calmly picked up the chicken leg. As I stared, completely stunned, she took a bite right where my own teeth marks were. “…” “W-Why did you eat it?” I stammered. The muscles in her throat moved as she swallowed, and for some reason, the sight made my face burn. “Isn’t that what the young master wanted?” Her reaction completely blindsided me. All the nasty lines I’d practiced were stuck in my throat. “You… you…” Her eyes narrowed to slits. She wiped her fingers on a napkin, then stood and leaned in close, her breath ghosting against my ear. “Does the young master want to watch me… lick everything clean?” “Like hell I do!” Clapping a hand over my flaming ear, I shoved past her and bolted from the dining hall. «Why are you running?» the System deadpanned. «You’re making it look like you’re the one being bullied.» «Get ready for the next plot point. Her mom’s sick. It’s time to throw some money at her and make her your dog.» 2 Steeling myself, I had my family’s butler, Arthur, withdraw a fat stack of cash. Dressed in my most obnoxiously expensive clothes, I went to Jane’s apartment. It was in the tenement blocks on the east side, a world away from my family’s estate. I raised my hand to knock, but the door creaked open before my knuckles could connect. «Look at you, being all polite,» the System sneered. «Just kick the damn door in! Anyone would think you’re here to give her a charity donation.» Jane stood in the doorway, her lips pale, a flicker of surprise in her eyes when she saw me. The System’s voice spurred me on. I decided to strike first. “I heard your mom’s sick. Needs half a million for surgery, right? I—” I didn’t finish. Her gaze sharpened. “You’ve been digging into my life?” The question was so direct it short-circuited my brain, and I forgot the rest of my villainous monologue. «Stop wasting time!» the System screamed in my head. «Throw the money in her face! Humiliate her! Now!» I took a shaky breath, gathered my courage, and slammed the heavy envelope of cash against her chest. Bills exploded outwards, scattering across the grimy hallway floor. A few fluttered into the dark apartment behind her. “So what if I have?” I snarled, my voice trembling. “Now get on your knees and pick it up. Be my dog, and all this money is yours for your mother’s treatment.” Jane didn't move. She just stood there, her jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles straining. The silence in the hallway was suffocating, broken only by her ragged, suppressed breathing. Suddenly, a weak, rasping cough echoed from inside the apartment. Jane’s body went rigid. The storm brewing in her eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling calm. Slowly, deliberately, she sank to the floor, one knee touching the ground. Her long, slender fingers began gathering the scattered banknotes, one by one. This was the same woman who, in the underground fighting rings, beat her opponents until they begged for mercy. And here she was, on her knees, her voice terrifyingly steady. “Okay.” Even the System sounded impressed. «Now this is what I’m talking about. She’s at her breaking point. On the surface, she’s agreeing, but deep down, she’s plotting a thousand ways to kill you.» Feeling a surge of confidence, I pushed my luck. I stuck my designer shoe out in front of her. “This shithole of yours… you’ve gotten my shoes dirty.” “Lick them… No, wipe them clean.” Jane looked up. Her eyes were like deep, dark pools. “Ethan,” she said, her voice low. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” 3 It was the first time she’d ever used my name. My heart hammered against my ribs. In the original story, the villain held grudges like a religion. Once she amassed power, anyone who had ever crossed her met a grim end. And I was at the top of her list. “Oh god, I’m so scared,” I whimpered internally. Pissing off the villain? I’m so dead! «I praise you for one second and you fall apart,» the System griped. «Once the plot is complete, you’ll be extracted from this world. By the time she’s powerful enough for revenge, you’ll be long gone. What’s there to be afraid of? Now, be more vicious!» Right. My confidence inflated once more. I deliberately nudged her knee with the toe of my shoe. “Who gave you permission to speak to me like that?” “Jane, do you want to pay for your mother’s surgery or not?” “I have a no-return policy on disobedient dogs.” She squeezed her eyes shut, her hands, resting on her thighs, clenching into tight fists. I could feel the rage rolling off her, so intense it felt like she wanted to crush me into dust. If she looked at me like she was going to flatten me, I was ready to make myself flat and roll away. After a long moment, she knelt completely, both knees on the floor. I stumbled back in alarm, but she shot out a hand and grabbed my ankle. Her palm was warm and dry, and the contact sent a jolt through my entire body. My voice came out as a squeak. “Wh-what are you doing?” I tried to pull my foot back, but her grip tightened. “Didn’t my master want his shoes cleaned? Why are you running away?” A faint smirk played on her lips. She lifted the hem of her own t-shirt, revealing a glimpse of a taut, well-defined stomach. My eyes widened as she used the soft cotton of her shirt to gently wipe the dust from my shoe. We were so close I could smell the clean, simple scent of soap on her skin. My face was on fire, and the point of contact on my ankle felt like it had been set alight. “Your pants got dirty, too.” Jane’s voice was a low, husky murmur. Her fingers brushed, feather-light, against my calf. “Should I help my master take them off and wash them?” “N-No!” I ripped my leg from her grasp and fumbled for the card in my pocket, throwing it on the ground. “Who told you to talk so much? Come to my house. Now.” “A dog belongs with its master. You’ll be on call, 24/7.” With that, I turned and fled. 4 Back in my room, I buried my face in a pillow. «Finally, the most important plot point is done,» the System said, sounding pleased. «That dramatic exit was pretty cool, you know.» Was it possible I was just running fast because I was terrified of getting beaten up? «By the way, I’ve picked up a side gig, so you’re on your own for a bit. Just remember: be domineering, be cruel. Humiliate her. Got it?» I grunted in affirmation. And just like that, the System went silent. Later that night, I woke up thirsty and padded downstairs barefoot for a glass of water. As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I ran right into Jane. “What are you doing here?” Arthur had already informed me that Jane’s mother was settled in a private hospital room with round-the-clock care. Jane had stayed with her until 10 PM before leaving. I had no idea where she’d gone after that. Her sudden appearance made me jump. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, creeping around in the middle of the night?” I clutched my chest. “Get on your knees and apologize!” After a full day of playing the villain, the lines were starting to come naturally. Jane’s eyes were dark pools in the dim light, making her look even more intimidating. I was already regretting my outburst, thinking I should just ignore her and leave. But then, without warning, she knelt, her hand closing around my bare ankle. The unexpected touch threw me off balance. I gasped, grabbing her shoulders to steady myself. Mortified and flustered, I tangled my fingers in her hair. “You pervert! How dare you touch me? I’m going to punish you!” Something soft and plush enveloped my feet. It was the slippers I’d had the maids prepare for her. She let go of me, her voice hoarse. “The floor is cold.” I looked down, the tips of my ears burning. “Master,” she murmured, her gaze lifting to meet mine. “How are you going to punish me?” Her hand, impossibly warm, slid up from my ankle, tracing a line of fire along my calf. A jolt of pure, mortifying shame shot through me. I slapped her, the sound sharp in the silent house. “Bad dog! Don’t you ever touch me unless I tell you to!” Her head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. She worked her jaw, her tongue darting out to press against the inside of her cheek. A dark, unsettling look crossed her face. This is it, I thought. I’m dead. But then I noticed something on her other cheek, near her jawline—a faint, reddish smear she hadn’t quite washed off. It looked like dried blood. “You have a cut on your face.” My anger evaporated, replaced by a pang of something soft and unwelcome. I reached out, my fingers gently brushing the mark. “Does it hurt?” Jane’s breath hitched. Her hand, resting by her side, clenched into a fist. “You went fighting again, didn’t you?” She remained silent. She led me to the living room sofa and sat me down. Just as I was about to get up, I lifted the hem of her shirt. Her torso was a canvas of bruises and faded scars. “I gave you the money. Why are you still doing something so dangerous?” She calmly pulled her shirt back down, her eyes fixed on mine. “Is my master worried about me?” “W-Worried? Don’t be ridiculous! I just… you’re my toy, that’s all. But I’m the only one who gets to break you. No one else is allowed.” She swallowed hard. Her gaze was intense, indecipherable, and it made my heart beat erratically. I scrambled up, avoiding her eyes, and retrieved the first-aid kit, tossing it into her lap. “Heal up so you can serve me properly. If I see you injured again, I’ll find a replacement.” As I started up the stairs, I heard her quiet reply from behind me. “I understand.” A pause, then her voice, low and resonant, filled the space. “From now on, Master… you can bully me all you want.” 5 Jane was always busy. She had classes to attend, her mother to visit at the hospital, and her duties as my personal maid. I kept her running ragged with my demands. In the morning, she had to be up before me to prepare a lavish breakfast spread, which I would then pick at for a few minutes before pushing it all towards her. “You only deserve my leftovers!” I’d declare. When it rained, I would deliberately stomp through the deepest puddles. And when she’d kneel to offer me a piggyback ride, I’d wrinkle my nose in disgust. “Your clothes are too rough, they’re scratching me! Have Arthur buy you something decent before you’re allowed to touch me again!” And whenever there was a thunderstorm, she was required to make a pallet on my floor, talking to me until I fell asleep. “If you dare fall asleep before me, I’ll make you sleep without a blanket!” I was a monster. 6 Jane’s mother’s surgery was a success. On the day of her discharge, I tossed a set of keys at Jane. “Don’t go back to that dump. My legs were sore for a week after climbing all those stairs.” “This apartment is a dump too, obviously not up to my standards, but at least it has an elevator. It’ll save your mother the trouble of dying from exhaustion on her way up, which would just stick me with the funeral bill.” “And take all this fancy health food I can’t be bothered to eat. Make sure your mom takes it on schedule. If any of it expires, I’ll ban you from the dinner table!” She just stared at me, her eyes glistening with an unfamiliar moisture, the corners turning red. All the torment I’d put her through these past weeks… it must have been pure agony for her. I scoffed, tilting my chin up. “Once you’re done here, get back to the mansion. You have to do my group project for me.” “Yes, Master.” I magnanimously granted her a few days off to spend with her mother. That night, however, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, the sheets tangling around my legs. I wanted to call her, but then I remembered I’d given her time off. That didn’t stop me. I grabbed my phone and fired off a text. «It’s so annoying. That stupid cat you brought home keeps meowing outside my window.» I added, «You only have three days off. Not a minute more!» Rain began to patter against the glass. I burrowed deeper under the covers. I was robbing her of precious time with her mother. Cutting her off from her only family would surely accelerate her descent into villainy. A smug thought crossed my mind. I was so perfectly, wonderfully evil. The System would be so proud of me when it got back. Heh. Content, I finally drifted off to sleep. In the dead of night, a faint noise stirred me from my deep slumber. I’m a heavy sleeper—the kind who could sleep through a marching band playing dirges on the front lawn. So I didn’t notice when Jane, drenched from the rain, slipped silently into my room. She tiptoed to my bedside, placing a glass of warm water on the nightstand. She then sat on the floor beside my bed, gently taking my hand and lifting it to her lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my knuckles. Carefully, she placed my hand back on the bed and tucked the covers snugly around my shoulders. “The cat is a good girl,” she whispered to my sleeping form. “She’s in the pet room.” “Master… did you miss me?” Before she left, she leaned over me, burying her face in the crook of my neck, holding me for a long, reluctant moment. 7 For three straight days, I woke up feeling like I’d been through a wringer, my entire body aching. There was a strange, lingering heat on the inside of my thighs. And I kept having dreams about a snake. In the dream, it would coil itself tightly around me, its head nuzzling against my lips, my earlobes, my neck. Just as I felt I couldn’t breathe, it would speak, its voice uncannily like Jane’s. “Shh, don’t bite.” I’d try to push it away, only to hear its low, husky command. “Your tongue. Give it to me.” “No,” I’d gasp. I’d shove at it with my hands, but the sensation would linger even after I woke up—a phantom wetness and a persistent itch on my fingertips, my palms, the back of my knees. It felt as if a thousand tiny ants were kissing my skin. The next time I saw Jane, I blushed for no reason, but quickly covered it with a complaint. “Come here and rub my shoulders,” I ordered. “They’re killing me.” She was wearing an apron, placing a perfectly fried egg on a plate. The picture of domesticity. At my command, she walked over obediently. Her face was serene, her voice cool. “Where does it hurt, Master?” I rolled my neck. “Right here.” Her warm hands settled on my shoulders. “You’re very tense.” “Just relax. I’ll be gentle. I won’t push too hard.” A strange, tingling sensation spread across my skin where she touched me. “Master, don’t clench. I’m stuck.” “…Okay.” “Not there.” “A little lower.” Her hands slid down my spine. “Here?” “Mmm.” “I’m going to apply more pressure now, Master. Can you handle it?” “If you hurt me, you’re dead!” Her fingers roamed, exploring slowly, then pressed down on a knot. An embarrassing sound escaped my lips. I quickly tried to change the subject. “I keep feeling like there’s something in my room when I sleep these past few days.” “It keeps rubbing against me, and pressing down on me. I can barely breathe.” “It has to be that cat of yours, sneaking in with its toys.” Behind me, Jane’s hands stilled for a fraction of a second. Her voice was thick when she finally spoke. “Yes. It’s the kitty.” “I knew it!” I spun around in my chair to face her, leaning on the backrest to lecture her. “Don’t let it in my room ever again!” She bit her lip, the tips of her ears turning a faint pink. “That… might be difficult.” I was about to explode, but I noticed her breathing had become heavier. Her dark eyes swirled with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. “Why would it be difficult?” I pressed, suspicious. Jane’s gaze dropped to the sliver of skin visible at the collar of my pajamas. “Master…” Her voice was huskier now, her fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of the chair. “The truth is…” «Host, I’m back! So, how did the mission go over the past year?» 8 The System’s sudden return cut Jane off. My excitement surged. “She’s completely under my thumb! My own personal dog. I’ve totally broken her. She must hate my guts by now.” «Oh? You actually managed that?» Terrified it wouldn’t believe me, just as Jane reached out to straighten my collar, I acted. I slapped her. Hard. She flinched, her expression unreadable, but her voice was a low, guttural rasp. “Master, what was that for?” I puffed out my chest. “See? Utterly humiliated! You want to kill me right now, don’t you?” The System was silent for a moment, then it let out a cold laugh. «You idiot! She’s getting off on this.» «I told you to humiliate her, not reward her!» A series of data charts and graphs flooded my vision, all tracking Jane’s stats. «You’ve practically maxed out her affection meter! What is this, a hostile takeover? Are you trying to steal the male lead’s job?» What? As I stood there, dumbfounded, a wet, tingling sensation spread across my fingertips. I snapped back to reality. Jane had grabbed my hand. Her tongue was tracing slow, deliberate circles over the pads of my fingers. So wet. So hot. Her eyes darkened. She leaned in, presenting her other cheek. “Master. You should hit this side, too. For symmetry.” The System’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. «So this is how you two have been ‘flirting’ while I was away?» No! This is a misunderstanding! My face burning, I yanked my hand back and scrambled upstairs to change. «The cruel young master and the dark, brooding villain.» «Tsk, tsk. I’m almost starting to ship it.» “There has to be a mistake!” “I’ll go down there right now and make her kneel and warm my feet, how about that?” «Save it. The female lead has just appeared. Your next mission is to sabotage her relationship with the male lead.» I pointed at myself. “Who? Me?” «Who else? Wrecking relationships is what evil side characters do for a living.» “System, could you please not say things that make me want to die?” «Her name is Laura. Your childhood friend. You go to the same university. Now go, give her this love letter.» The System issued its command.
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