[Floxi]
[STR: 14]
[STA: 11]
[INT: 14]
[CHA: 8]
[MP: 137]
[Affection: -78]
[Obedience: 16]
[Value Assessment: 70 gold coins]
[Trait 1: Alchemist (A-)]
[This unit has a strong interest in alchemical principles and enjoys various mathematical and scientific knowledge.]
[Trait 2: Devout Believer (S+)]
[This unit possesses excellent theological talent. A favorite of the gods, a natural devout believer.]
[Trait 3: Precision Work (D-)]
[Assigning this unit to a craft workshop or atelier provides additional bonuses.]
[Trait 4: Arcane Mage (C-)]
[This unit’s magical talent is superior to that of ordinary people.]
[Romance Quests Available]
[Quest 1: Confirm a romantic relationship with “Floxi.” (0/1)]
[Quest 2: Train “Floxi” in any career path until she passes the corresponding professional association exam. (0/1)]
[Quest 3: Extract value from “Floxi” to accumulate a net profit of 30 gold coins. (0/30)]
[Notice: First time contracting a growth target. “Human Resource Management” function unlocked.]
Luve stared at the panel before her eyes, momentarily speechless.
Even though she had made the game herself and had expected this… seeing such an abstract panel displayed right in front of her was still a bit of a shock.
Anyone would look at this and ask, “What’s wrong with your UI? Isn’t this supposed to be a romance game?”
Actually, she had her big boss to blame—a pig riding a trend, a dog of Wall Street, and a capitalist through and through.
It was him who, with a wave of his hand and over the objections of everyone else, changed the entire game beyond recognition.
Within a week of its release, it was bombarded with criticism.
[The new release from a famous game company is just a pay-to-win mess disguised as a romance sim. Normal players have no game experience at all…]
[The game’s economic system is broken, its values are distorted, and it feels like capitalism wrapped in a candy coating…]
[I came here to play a game, not to work for you!!]
The big boss had a sudden “bright idea,” and the planners were the ones sent to the chopping block.
Whether the game was playable or not was one thing, but Luve was nearly lynched by an outraged mob.
People came for romance, only to find their hard-earned partners categorized under [Human Resource Management].
At the same time, the settings for [Asset System] and [Influence] allowed players to develop land, inflate prices, and even act like capitalists by plundering resources from other players and squeezing out newcomers…
The game experience was abysmal, and the negative feedback was sky-high.
Some even said playing this game was worse than looking in a mirror.
As the planner, Luve could only be nailed to the pillar of shame, shedding tears as she looked at the floating wood in the sky.
To apologize, she didn’t hesitate to sell out her own image, letting the project team turn her into a villainous girl and stuff her into the game…
In short, while this game wasn’t meant for humans to play, Luve could play it.
After all, she had filled in the values herself and painstakingly designed the gameplay.
Raising beautiful girls, treating them like employees, accumulating resources like a snowball to raise even more girls—this was the true way to play this game!
“The strategy is quite clear then…”
Luve murmured.
As the first heroine of this work, Floxi was destined to take revenge on her in one month.
Luve would never choose to train her.
Therefore, she had to find other targets to raise.
Looking at the restless Floxi before her, Luve sat on the edge of the bed, mindlessly swinging her legs.
Floxi’s romance quests could be progressed, and the rewards were quite rich.
The completion conditions were simple, making them essentially free resources.
For example, the first one… confirming a romantic relationship.
Come to think of it, for a romance game, having the entry barrier be “confirming a romantic relationship” was a bit too blunt, wasn’t it?
Thinking this, Luve began to undress…
“Princess?”
Floxi stood timidly to the side, looking at Luve in confusion.
“Help me get dressed.”
The girl’s cool voice reached her ears, pleasant like a mountain spring, yet faintly carrying a hint of chill.
Princess Luve was very different today…
Normally, as long as she appeared before the Princess’s eyes, she would be subjected to beatings and scoldings.
But for some reason, despite committing such a major blunder at last night’s banquet—where even the Lord Duke’s eyes were filled with disappointment—Princess Luve hadn’t had an outburst.
Instead, she had simply punished her by making her her maid…
The Princess’s personality was as fickle as a stray cat—one moment she might be affectionately rubbing against your leg, and the next she would be baring her claws and leaving marks.
At that thought, some of the nasty rumors about Luve flashed through Floxi’s mind… but she quickly pushed them aside.
‘Maybe it was just a mindless act by the Princess. It couldn’t be for any other reason… right?’
Floxi lowered her eyes and stopped thinking about it.
She took out the luxurious dress she had prepared earlier and then gently removed Luve’s nightgown.
Fair skin, as delicate as fresh snow, showed a hint of rosy hue.
With her eyes lightly closed and an expressionless face, this state of being at someone’s mercy reminded Floxi of the doll her mother had given her as a child.
She wasn’t tall, her frame was petite, and her face still held a trace of lingering youth…
‘The Princess is actually quite cute when she closes her eyes…’
Floxi was surprised by the thought that flashed through her mind.
However, not having to endure that piercing gaze made her feel a bit more relaxed.
The rustle of clothes mingled with the breathing of the two girls.
She couldn’t help but steal glances at Princess Luve, who was completely defenseless against her.
Even though she had clearly shed her thorns, the Princess’s temperament remained as cold as a winter plum blossom.
‘If only her personality were a bit gentler…’
Before seeking refuge with the Caris family, Floxi had actually prepared herself.
She had expressed as much goodwill as possible… but she still couldn’t avoid Luve’s hostility.
Regarding Luve targeting her, the Duke actually sided with Floxi.
But the more the Duke spoke up for her, the deeper the resentment grew in Princess Luve’s heart.
Click.
As Floxi fastened the last button on Luve’s top, a thought suddenly rose in her heart…
Making her her personal maid—could such an unusual move be a sign that the Princess was willing to reconcile?
If she could take this opportunity to change her…
Floxi picked up a pair of white over-the-knee silk stockings.
The cool, smooth feel of the silk made her feel slightly dazed.
She looked at Luve’s legs, which were swinging slightly in the air.
Her feet were small enough to be held in one hand, porcelain white and tipped with a faint pink…
“Please excuse me…”
Floxi bowed slightly, took hold of her ankle, and gently began to slide the silk stocking onto her leg.
But in the next second, that small foot broke free from Floxi’s grip and pressed against her chin…?
“P-Princess?”
Caught off guard, Floxi looked panicked.
But when she looked up, she happened to meet Luve’s cold, dark eyes.
“Hmph, as expected, I’m still very annoyed…”
“Spilling fruit wine on me and making me lose face in front of so many nobles.”
“I guess I’ve been too kind to you, haven’t I?”
The face that had repeatedly appeared in her nightmares spoke with a terrifying expression.
“I’m terribly sorry! Your Highness…”
Floxi immediately knelt on the floor and bowed low in apology.
The next moment, she felt a weight on her head… Luve had stepped on her without hesitation.
“By the way, you must have heard some rumors about me, right?”
“Isn’t it strange that I didn’t punish you after you made such a huge mistake?”
Luve said with a cold sneer.
Hearing those words, a chill rose in Floxi’s heart.
She knew, of course—rumor had it that the spoiled daughter of the Duke had a twisted personality and enjoyed torturing young girls.
It was just that she didn’t want to think in that direction…
“You are the noble daughter of the Lord Duke, while I… I’m just a wild girl…”
Floxi’s eyes gradually filled with a layer of mist, and tears glistened in them.
“Whatever you wish to do with me… is fine…”
Luve, sitting on the bed, propped up her cheek with a look of dissatisfaction.
Her goal was very clear: maintain the villainess persona while minimizing the “revenge” in the plot.
But looking at the blonde girl before her, who was weeping like a broken doll, she let out a soft sigh.
‘Can’t you at least resist a little?’
‘Doesn’t the Duke have your back?
What’s with this unconditional obedience?’
‘What about your 14 points in Strength?
That’s seven times higher than mine!’
She was starting to suspect that this girl was intentionally swallowing her pride now just to unleash something massive on her in one month.
“Tell you what, I’ll give you two choices.”
Luve reached under the pillow and pulled out a collar engraved with complex runes.
This was a prop the “Villainess Luve” had prepared in advance to easily control someone like Floxi, whose Strength and Magic stats far exceeded her own.
“One, become my toy…”
“I’ll let you go whenever I get bored.”
Luve patted her shoulder, displaying the collar that symbolized slavery.
The girl’s trembling traveled through Luve’s palm, making her feel like she was petting a frightened rabbit.
“As for two…”
Luve spoke one word at a time.
“Enter a romantic relationship with me.”