Levi obediently turned around.
Belfast glanced at the unusual reactions in his body, and the smile at the corner of her mouth grew more pronounced.
Following her usual method, she massaged from his neck down to his abdomen, circling around the sides of his abs and tracing all the way to his thighs. Her technique was meticulous, and Levi could feel the tension in his body slowly easing.
…He had expected that Belfast would eventually "make a move," but the silver-haired head maid hadn't even touched him in that way.
Had the head maid changed?
Or was this task actually simple, and he had already completed it without realizing it?
"Commander, I am going to help you release all your stress now. Please do not hold back—let it all go."
She gently kicked off the high heel on her other foot. The delicate touch of her stockings immediately pressed against the part it was meant to, as if it had always belonged there.
…Even without looking, Levi could tell exactly what Belfast was doing.
…He had been naive to think it would end so simply.
"Commander, I've told you before, haven't I?"
Belfast worked skillfully, increasing the motion of her foot while continuing to tease him with a calm, teasing tone.
"You've been under so much stress these past few days, Commander. It must be released so that you can better manage the port, and work with everyone to build an even better fleet base…"
Levi said nothing.
He had originally wanted to exert some strength, or at least adjust his posture so he wouldn't be so completely passive.
But whether due to the previous massage or not, his body was far too relaxed, and he couldn't muster any strength.
…If he had to put it into words, everything but his mouth and his determination was soft.
Belfast, of course, noticed every subtle change in his body. Or rather, the Commander's every movement was under her complete control.
"Commander, your health is of the utmost importance in the port. You must take care of it. I believe this kind of massage will only benefit you—you should have it more often in the future."
The massage oil was working incredibly well.
The moment he had seen Sirius's request, he knew Sirius had something good.
Luckily, Levi had rejected Sirius's application and signed his own name.
Otherwise, that idiot who only knows how to fight would've gotten the advantage.
"I still feel a little off," Levi tried to sound tough. "I'll be fine soon."
Now, one by one, you'll press me down and drain me.
Heh…
Once I get my mission rewards, let's see how I repay all of you.
A victorious smile crept across Levi's lips.
However, Belfast misinterpreted the expression.
She assumed her Commander was reminiscing about the events of the past few days.
Since her Commander liked this kind of tone, then…
Thinking that, Belfast's voice softened even further. "My dear Commander, it's all the other shipgirls' fault."
Seeing that Levi didn't respond, she continued to comfort him from every angle. "Some shipgirls really do go too far. They only care about their own enjoyment, never thinking about their Commander's feelings."
Levi: …
So even my strict, proper head maid can talk so teasingly in situations like this?
You Royal Maids… each of you has a hidden side, don't you?
Complaints aside, Levi had to admit: Belfast's hidden "side" was devastating.
He had always thought she was meticulous and disciplined—but for the first time, he realized his head maid also had this other side.
Imagine a head maid who is perfect and disciplined in public, yet when alone with you, constantly emphasizes her possessiveness and indulgence.
Who could withstand that?!
Levi couldn't.
And so, he lost—completely.
"Despite your enormous stress, Commander, you don't even care about your own needs, only about satisfying yourself…"
"Ah… Commander, did Belfast help you relieve your stress properly?"
Belfast had already noticed the gap between the Commander's waist and the massage bed, and with her ten toes in perfect alignment, she applied just the right pressure.
Levi's body sank heavily onto the bed, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Mission…
Failed…
The reward for the first mission…
Was just gone…
My physical enhancement…
My cycle of completing missions…
My dream of turning the tables…
All gone…
Completely gone…
While Levi was still dazed, Belfast had already cleaned up with the soles of her feet, then looked at her Commander with a smile. "Commander, do you have any other instructions?"
Levi waved, signaling that he wanted quiet.
He had just summoned the system interface in his mind and seen four red words: MISSION FAILED!
No new tasks had refreshed yet; he didn't know how often the tasks would appear.
If it's once a week, then it would be another miserable week.
Belfast, satisfied with her work, restored the room to its original state and cranked up the ventilation to ensure no traces remained.
"Commander, you may rise now. Of course, you may also rest a little longer if you wish."
"Ah? Oh…"
Belfast moved to the head of the bed and lifted Levi, who was still weak, into her arms, silently apologizing—the intensity might have been a bit too much, leaving him drained.
"Commander, allow me to help you clean up."
"Alright."
"Commander, allow me to help you get dressed."
"Mm."
"Commander, allow me to escort you back to your room."
"Oh."
"Commander, would you like my services tonight?"
Levi shook his head violently.
"I need plenty of rest."
Belfast did not insist. "Very well."
On one hand, she had successfully snuck in today and was extremely satisfied with the results.
On the other, the port cannot be overexploited; the Commander needed rest in order to enjoy it for a long time.
Levi mentally reviewed the entire afternoon.
He sensed something vaguely but couldn't quite grasp it.
"Then I wish you sweet dreams. Good night."
Belfast kissed him on the forehead, then on the lips, and turned to leave.
Levi caught the slight upward curve of Belfast's lips, a hint of happiness.
Finally, he realized the thought that had been in his mind all along.
That bottle of massage oil… it definitely had something strange!
Belfast, the design… drained me again!