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🕑 Added 2025-09-14 01:04:51 +0000 UTCChapter 12: Disciplining the Lord (Delusion)
After being selected as a gladiator by Renes, I was led by the servants she assigned to a new residence.
The place I arrived at was incomparable to the inn room I’d stayed in before.
The furnishings, the bed’s softness, and even some gold-trimmed, valuable-looking décor were all present.
“This will be your private room, Sir Adrian.”
“I can use this place freely?”
“Of course. Lady Renes has instructed us to take special care of your daily life.”
Well, I guess being highly rated in the arena comes with proper treatment.
I wasn’t thrilled about being forced into gladiator work, but for now, I couldn’t complain about living like this.
“Sir Adrian, we’ve brought your meal.”
As I was looking around the room, new servants entered.
On their trays were foods that could only be described as delicacies.
The glistening oil, the beautiful colors, and the aroma alone made my mouth water.
Even in my old world, I’d only get food like this at a buffet, so it felt overwhelming for someone who’d never had such luxury.
“Will I be getting meals like this from now on?”
“Yes. As long as Lady Renes’s favor continues.”
As long as her favor continues... That means I’ll only get this treatment if I keep performing well in the arena.
I’d never done physical work before, so I felt a bit worried.
But the sight of the feast before me made me forget my worries for a moment.
Well, they say even a ghost looks good after a good meal so I’ll eat first and think later.
I sat down and started eating the food in front of me.
“Does it suit your taste?”
“Ah, yes. It’s really delicious.”
The meat melted in my mouth, blending with the spices in perfect harmony. It was truly beautiful, worthy of being called gourmet.
As I ate with satisfaction, the butler-uniformed servants watching me smiled contentedly.
“We’re glad you’re satisfied. It makes all the effort worthwhile.”
I flinched a little.
I couldn’t ignore that comment, so I put down my utensils and looked at the servant who’d spoken.
“Uh... Did you make this?”
“Yes, I’ll be responsible for your meals from now on.”
A man, small in stature, with a soft voice.
Combined with his domestic skills, it clashed with everything I knew.
Oh, right. This is a world where gender roles are reversed.
So men do the cooking here... which means I’ll mostly be eating food made by men from now on?
And not by tough, professional chefs like in dramas, but by men who act like sissies?
“...”
“Oh, you don’t look happy. Are you feeling unwell...?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
I forced down my feelings and continued eating, thinking how odd it was to hear a man say “oh my.”
“Then, let me show you to the bath.”
After finishing my meal, the servants cleared the table and led me to another place.
It was a large bath, with steam rising and the scale rivaling a luxury bathhouse from my old world.
The marble floors, golden statues, and even the water itself exuded luxury.
“We’ll help you undress. This way...”
As I stared at the bath, the servants approached and reached for me.
The moment their hands touched me, I recoiled in surprise.
“W-what are you doing!?”
“We’re here to help you undress and bathe, Sir Adrian.”
“Is there something on your body that shouldn’t be seen?”
“No, it’s not that...”
“Don’t worry. We’re only following Lady Renes’s orders and wish to serve you.”
“Please relax and leave everything to us.”
Despite my discomfort, they kept trying to undress me.
I felt strong resistance, but in the end, I had no choice but to let them undress me.
Right now, I was at Renes’s mercy.
If I made a scene with her servants, it could cause trouble. So I had to learn to accept whatever came with a calm attitude.
Yes, that’s how it should be...
“Oh my, look at his skin so smooth!”
After I was undressed, the servants, now undressing themselves, started making comments that sent chills down my spine.
Their conversation was flirtatious in a way I never thought men could be.
“Look at that glow on his skin!”
“To be loved by women, you have to take care of yourself, right?”
“I’m jealous~ Can you share some of your beauty tips?”
Women in a changing room, complimenting each other and sharing beauty secrets... In my old world, that would be normal.
But in this world, it’s men acting like that and that’s not considered strange.
I understood it in my head. But I couldn’t suppress the revulsion I felt on a psychological level.
“Sorry for chatting so long. Please have a seat. We’ll wash you.”
Those men, who disgusted me, led me to a seat and started scrubbing me all over with bath tools.
Men washing another man... It’s not so strange. In bathhouses, men scrub each other’s backs, and there are even professional scrubbers.
“Wow, look at Sir Adrian’s body.”
But usually, it’s done in silence. As they kept talking, I grew more and more uncomfortable.
“Your muscles are so firm. How did you get a body like this?”
“You must have had a lot of care before coming here. Otherwise, you couldn’t have a body like this...”
“Were you just born with it? Wow, your parents must be proud~”
“With a body like this, of course Lady Renes would love you.”
“I bet you’re popular with women. I’m jealous~”
Yeah, I did reincarnate well.
But if you’re going to compliment me, can’t you at least say “damn” or “fuck” or something? Speaking so politely just makes me want to throw up.
“Ah, I’ll wash the front now. Please turn this way... Whoa!!”
When I turned to face them, the servants gasped in shock.
Their eyes went wide, and their faces turned red as they stared right between my legs.
“I-it’s huge...”
“I didn’t know something could be that big.”
“Isn’t it heavy? It must swing around when you walk and be uncomfortable.”
I get it.
If it were women in a bathhouse admiring someone’s breasts, it wouldn’t be strange.
In this world, it’s not odd, and I understand that.
“C-can I touch it just once?”
But fuck, no matter how much I try to understand, this is too much.
It’s one thing to be jealous of a big dick, but to actually want to touch it? Am I supposed to just accept men rubbing dicks together like it’s nothing?
“I’ve never seen one this big. I just want to know what it feels like, just once...”
“Get lost.”
I’d had enough.
I finally snapped and shouted at the servants surrounding me.
“W-what?”
“I said get lost, you fucking queers. I’ll wash myself from now on.”
They all froze, as if I’d said something unspeakable, their faces full of shock and fear.
“Uh, um, did we do something wrong...?”
“Just existing is wrong, you disgusting bastards! Get out now!”
Crash!
I even threw the chair I’d been sitting on.
“Eek, s-sorry!”
Frightened by my outburst, the servants scrambled out of the bathhouse.
Once the noisy bath was quiet again, I finally relaxed and soaked in the bath, grumbling to myself.
“Shit, every word out of their mouths gives me chills.”
Does living as a man in this reversed world mean I have to fit in with those queers?
No, even if I tried a hundred times, I couldn’t do it.
I wasn’t exactly a man’s man in my old world, but I wasn’t gay either. Just because I ended up in a reversed world doesn’t mean I’ll change who I am.
“Sigh, how did I end up in a world like this...”
I soaked in the bath, reflecting on everything that had happened.
I fell into a strange world, my body changed, I almost got raped, then did the raping... and now I’m forced to be a gladiator slave for some damn woman.
Honestly, aside from the queers, the food and lodging are nice, but that’s only as long as I keep pleasing Renes.
If my next opponent is stronger, I could end up getting raped in front of thousands.
That could happen again, and as long as I can’t avoid it, I’ll always be at risk of having my dignity trampled.
To be utterly defeated and humiliated in front of tens of thousands, regardless of my will...
“...I really don’t want to be forced.”
Femdom is for guys with girly souls.
A real man should want to take the lead. So if I have to keep fighting, I need to get strong enough to always be on top.
And if I build myself up step by step, maybe one day I can crush that damn woman’s pride myself...
“...Fucking bitch.”
Just imagining that future made my dick react again.
Making a proud woman submit is just so damn hot.
“Ha, fuck... She’s a bitch, but her body is insanely hot.”
With a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, picturing her naked is all too easy.
She must have a perfectly sculpted body, befitting her status.
If she stood before me, naked, would her face show embarrassment or anger?
Either way, it would be hot as hell. Watching a proud woman reluctantly submit...
Splash, splash.
Imagining it, I stroked my cock underwater.
I imagined grabbing her voluptuous breasts, spanking her round ass, and my excitement built.
‘You... you think you can get away with doing this to me?’
It wouldn’t be bad if she spat out venomous words out of pride.
Then I could shove my cock into her mouth and do whatever I wanted.
‘Mmph, mmph, huff...’
Even if she wanted to curse, she’d just end up sucking my cock, gasping for breath, a fallen ruler.
As I thrust into her mouth, I’d be driven to climax, pouring everything into that once-noble mouth.
Splurt, splurt!
As I imagined climaxing, I came, my cum mixing with the bathwater until it disappeared from sight.
I didn’t feel bad about it. The water would drain and be replaced anyway.
So here, I could cum as many times as I wanted and never leave a trace.
“Whew, bitch. Fine, let’s go for pregnancy tonight.”
With no one watching, I enjoyed my happy time alone until I was satisfied.
