Levi gritted his teeth as he angrily scratched out the diary entry for January 8.
Damn Richelieu.
To think she'd sneak an attack on me under such an excuse.
He had already been utterly defeated twice in a row.
He couldn't afford to lose again.
First, he lost to Belfast. Then Richelieu. After that… no more losses!
Levi opened the system interface and checked today's mission.
"Today's Mission: Accept a spa service request from Sirius while maintaining your personal boundaries."
"Mission Reward: Enhance physical fitness."
"Mission Judgment: If Sirius succeeds in seducing you, mission fails and reward is lost."
Sirius?
Another spa session?
Fortunately, this one had a slight difference from before.
It only required acceptance—enjoyment wasn't mandatory.
Levi frowned slightly, suddenly understanding something.
So that's it… Belfast, you scheming beauty, you hijacked the plan.
Turns out Sirius initiated this first, and Belfast just swooped in halfway.
Normally, the smart, meticulous, perfect head maid wouldn't come up with such a trick.
But Sirius? That fits perfectly—this idiot maid who knows nothing except how to tempt the Commander.
Heh. I know all your little tricks now. No way am I falling for the same trap twice.
Sure enough, just like last time with Belfast, Sirius personally sent Levi a message, asking him to let her help him recover from fatigue at the spa.
Levi had intended to refuse outright, but he worried that declining would count as "not accepting Sirius' spa service," and he'd fail the mission. So he reluctantly agreed.
However… this time, Levi was the one setting the trap.
How could he satisfy the shipgirl while still securing his reward?
Of course, a little help from some tools was necessary.
As for where the tools came from…
"Belfast, any ideas?"
"Master, you intend to use these for—"
"No questions. Just prepare them."
"Master, if you require them, I can retrieve them from the maid dormitory."
"And Sirius has some too?"
"…Yes."
"Then we'll use hers."
"Yes, Master."
Problem solved.
Beyond that, some other arrangements needed attention.
That afternoon, Levi returned to the spa.
Sirius wore her maid uniform, curves accentuated to perfection, every advantage fully on display.
"My proud Master, welcome," Sirius greeted, bowing. "Your unworthy maid wishes to help relieve your fatigue."
Levi nodded. "Then I'll leave it to you."
The room was the same as before, the process identical.
What changed was the shipgirl… and the outcome of the task.
"My proud Master."
Sirius, unaware of her future, pushed a cart full of bottles and jars into the room, locking the door behind her—just like Belfast had done before.
Levi pretended not to notice the subtle move.
Girl, you're blocking your own escape route.
Levi skillfully lay down on the massage bed, casually asking, "Are we using massage oil again this time?"
"My proud Master," Sirius said, a flicker of excitement in her eyes. "The head maid mentioned a new product has appeared in the spa—it's more convenient. Would you like to try it?"
Levi raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"My proud Master, please see," Sirius said, handing over a spray bottle. "This is the product. It supposedly has the same effect as massage oil… Of course, if you prefer the oil, that's fine too."
Levi gestured, "Let me see."
Given Belfast's previous "incident," Levi couldn't fully trust her. If she'd set up a double trap with Sirius, it would be unbearable.
So Levi decided to test it himself.
He sprayed a little on his hand, tested it, and confirmed it had no effect on him. Only then did he relax slightly—between shipgirls and the Commander, surely no one would choose anyone over him.
"Sirius, come here."
"My proud Master~ What would you have me do?" Sirius leaned closer, her generous chest pressing slightly against Levi.
Levi sprayed her directly.
"Eeek!" Sirius exclaimed. "My proud Master, what do you mean by this?"
Levi crossed his arms, watching the change.
Within seconds, Sirius went limp, barely able to hold herself upright, collapsing into Levi's embrace.
"My proud Master…"
"Sirius, you answer my questions. Understand?"
"Yes, my proud Master."
"You wanted to serve me willingly—what was your real purpose?"
Sirius didn't even try to hide it. "To gain your favor, my proud Master."
"Was it you who requested the spa session a few days ago?"
"Yes, my proud Master."
"And you prepared a special bottle of massage oil?"
Her eyes widened. "…Yes, my proud Master."
"What does that oil do?"
Sirius blushed. "It… makes you temporarily powerless…"
Heh… as expected.
Everything matched.
Levi deliberately darkened his expression.
"Sirius, I am angry."
"My proud Master, please don't be angry," she panicked. "I am willing to take full responsibility—punish me as you see fit!"
"Punish?" Levi sneered. He knew this "devoted" maid too well. "Punishment will only make you happier."
Sirius: …
"Of course, punishment is still necessary."
Levi's cold sneer shifted into a mischievous grin. "But this… this is the real punishment."
From the cart, he pulled out the small toy Belfast had prepared in advance, ignoring Sirius' widening eyes.
"No… my proud Master, please don't—"
Sirius quickly realized his meaning, her voice trembling with a hint of tears.
"Now you understand, do you? Too late!"
Minutes later, Levi left the massage room, forbidding any maids from entering until nightfall.
…Several hours remained until darkness.
When the maids eventually entered, they found Sirius restrained on the massage bed, her face flushed, utterly incapable of releasing herself.
A strange buzzing seemed to recount her ordeal.
"Congratulations, mission complete! Reward has been issued!"
Levi, finally victorious, felt as if he were basking in spring sunlight.