Pitiful Young Master in a Reversed World

Chapter 8

Leaving Zenia's room, I brought the ring on my finger to my lips as I headed back to my own room.

"Nadia."

-Yes, what is it?

I recalled the clothes Beya had been wearing and spoke up.

If they were enchanted with a cleansing spell, it might not be necessary, but just in case.

"Could you bring some clothes for Beya to wear and a simple meal?"

-Of course. However......

"However?"

-I'm not sure if we have anything that fits.

"Why wouldn't we have anything that fits?"

There are so many clothes in this mansion, how could there not be anything for Beya?

I tilted my head in confusion.

-H-her chest......

"Ah, that's what you meant?"

Beya is rather big, after all.

Since the rest of the family is on the smaller side, it probably stands out even more.

"She is rather big, huh?"

-Y-yes......

Nadia replied in a dejected voice.

Maybe she was feeling inferior because of her chest size.

"Aren't there a few people in the organization with that size?"

-There are, but all their clothes are worn out, and the fabric isn't very good, so it wouldn't be proper to just wear them.

"Is that so?"

-Yes.

Then I guess we'll have to give up on the clothes. Just bring some food, then.

-Understood. Should I bring it to your room, young master?

"Yeah."

As I ended the communication, I turned the corner of the hallway.

'...That's.'

The room next to mine.

There was someone standing in front of Beya's door.

At first, seeing the black hair, I thought it was Mother,

but since she lacked Mother's overwhelming presence, it seemed to be my eldest sister.

"Louis."

The woman leaning against Beya's door called out to me.

"Sister?"

With features identical to Mother, the same black hair, even dressed in a suit.

This woman, who resembled Mother, was my eldest sister, Luia Cartio.

Unlike Mother, her presence was almost undetectable, making her easy to tell apart.

"What brings you here? You barely show up except at mealtimes lately."

Luia chuckled quietly and took out a cigar with her gloved white hand.

It was the kind of cigar Mother usually smoked.

Luia didn't light it, just rolled it between her fingers.

"I had business with Black Robe."

"Black Robe? Ah."

At Luia's words, my interest quickly faded.

"Aren't you curious what I was doing there?"

"Not really. What else is there but commissions and deals?"

Since Black Robe is the group our organization is most closely tied to,

I wasn't particularly curious what Luia had gone there for.

I have some minor connections with Black Robe myself.

"There's one more. Cooperation."

Well, that's something our organization and Black Robe have always done.

"More importantly, what I'm curious about is why you're here."

"Can't I come see my little brother?"

"You don't usually come to see me."

The only relatively normal family members I had were my eldest sister Luia and my father Nord,

but Luia was always off somewhere, I had no idea where, and Father was busy managing internal affairs and training in dark magic, so I was left suffering between my second sister Hamila and third sister Zenia.

"Come by more often."

When I looked at her with a hint of resentment, Luia gave a wry smile and approached me.

She stroked my hair with her gloved hand and spoke softly.

"I was planning to come more often anyway. To keep an eye on you and Beya, so you don't do anything weird."

"What weird things would I be doing?"

"What else is there that a man and woman can do together?"

"Like what?"

Pretending not to understand, I asked, and Luia grinned and pointed at the collar in her hand.

She then slipped her hand back into her pocket and walked past me.

I watched as Luia turned the corner at the end of the corridor and disappeared from sight.

"L-Luia?"

It seemed she ran into Nadia on the way, as I faintly heard Nadia's voice from afar.

After a moment, Nadia came carrying a small basket with some sandwiches and such.

"Louis, I brought the simple meal you asked for."

"Yeah, good work."

I took the basket from Nadia.

Nadia glanced at the collar I was holding and spoke.

"Then I'll take my leave now."

Watching Nadia bow and walk away, I raised my hand and knocked on Beya's door.

"Miss Beya. May I come in?"

-Come in.

As soon as I got Beya's permission, I opened the door and entered.

Beya was sitting in the middle of the empty room with her eyes closed, but she opened them as I came in.

"You must be hungry? I brought a simple meal."

I showed Beya the small basket.

Beya stared blankly at the basket, but then her gaze suddenly fixed on the collar and the stick with round beads I was holding in my other hand.

"Louis, that is......"

"This? I got it from Zenia. She said it might be useful, but I have no idea how to use it."

"......I see."

I held out the collar and the stick to Beya.

"Do you know what these are used for, Miss Beya?"

Innocent Louis knows nothing at all.

With that kind of expression, I asked Beya, and her neck stiffened rigidly.

Her jet-black eyes trembled violently.

Just what was she imagining?

In this world, women are stronger than men, and their sexual desire is greater too.

How strong? About as strong as men were in my previous life.

No, in some ways, women in this world might even have a stronger sex drive.

Maybe it's the difference between modern times, where the risk of death is low, and a fantasy world where danger lurks everywhere.

Being stronger means women are more exposed to combat situations.

In precarious survival conditions, it's only natural for a creature's desire to reproduce to increase.

Since Beya seemed to be a high-ranking adventurer, she must have faced plenty of danger herself.

Maybe her sex drive is incredibly strong too?

Hesitating, Beya pointed at the collar and spoke.

"Since it's a collar, it's meant to be worn around the neck."

I tilted my head.

"But I don't have a dog."

"Th-that......"

Beya pressed her forehead with her hand and avoided my gaze.

"You don't necessarily have to put a collar only on a dog."

"Then on whom?"

Without a word, Beya pointed to her own neck.

"You mean put this around your neck, Miss Beya?"

"That's right."

I shook my head side to side, putting on an innocent expression.

"How could I do that to my benefactor?"

"Louis, listen carefully."

"Yes?"

"For now, I'm your toy, right?"

"That's true."

"But if others see us as equals, what do you think they'll assume?"

Probably that Louis is too kind and soft-hearted to do such things,

or something like that.

But since I was curious what Beya would say, I kept my mouth shut.

"They might misunderstand that we're not just a typical toy and owner, but have some special relationship."

"A special relationship, like...?"

"......Lovers, or something like that. You wouldn't want people to think that, right?"

With a faint smile, I teased her.

"I wouldn't mind, though."

"Wha...?"

"Anyway, so shall I put it on you then?"

Seeing Beya slowly nod, I moved to stand in front of her.

As the distance closed, Beya swallowed hard and fixed her gaze on my face.

I picked up the collar.

Her eyes shifted from the collar back to me.

As I slowly bent my upper body to fasten the collar, Beya's gaze, which had been fixed on my face, also gradually lowered.

".....!"

Her eyes widened enormously at the sight of my chest, slightly exposed through my loose clothing.

Her dazed eyes were glued to my chest.

"Is there a problem?"

When I asked innocently, Beya's body trembled violently.

"...No. Keep going."

"Ah, and this collar also has a subjugation spell on it. If you don't like it, you can refuse."

"Uh-huh."

Regardless of what I said, her eyes remained fixed on one spot.

*

In the end, after Beya's strong insistence, I fastened the collar around her neck.

"This feels strange."

She kept glancing furtively at my solar plexus, now hidden beneath my clothes,

and her expression grew complicated as she fiddled with the collar around her own neck.

I enjoyed watching Beya like that.

'I really did a great job customizing her.'

I couldn't understand why I hadn't recognized her immediately at first.

Though, after 17 years, it's understandable if my memory was hazy.

"Are you really okay with this?"

"No problem."

"Then, leaving the collar aside... what on earth is this used for?"

I looked at Beya with bright, curious eyes.

"Is it something you really need to know? There are lots of things in the world better left unknown."

Beya took a bite of her sandwich and gave a hollow laugh.

I grabbed the end of the stick and waved it in the air.

"There's no way my sister would give me something without a reason."

Having finished her sandwich, Beya hesitated before opening her mouth.

"Actually, I do know what it's used for."

"Really?"

My eyes sparkled as I looked at Beya.

What would Beya say, I wondered.

"If you want, I could show you directly... no, no way. Forget I said that."

"Forget that you said you'd show me directly?"

Beya's face filled with self-loathing.

She let out a strange cry, covering her face with both hands.

"Miss Beya?"

"Uuuugh..."

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Beya, face buried in her hands, crawled over to the corner and banged her head against the wall.

I smiled faintly.

I never imagined she'd react like this.

Could it be she doesn't have much experience with men?

Even though she's a high-ranking adventurer, is that possible?

If Beya really had no experience with men, that would be great for me.

-Thud.

-Thud.

-Thud.

The sound of Beya banging her head against the wall echoed rhythmically.

Watching her do that, I stealthily attached a small bugging device under the bed.