From Pawn to King: Ruling a Harem of Chaos

Chapter 2: A Mouthy Maid Deserves to Be Taught a Lesson

Clearly, the game allows you to control a godlike protagonist, but instead, it forces you to experience the perspective of the male lead.

Even during the gameplay, you are nothing more than an ordinary person without any special powers—just a support role with maxed-out auxiliary skills.

Your game experience revolves around mastering side professions.

Such as crafting weapons, brewing potions, or cooking for the woman you love (Lilith) so she can woo other women she loves…

It's the ultimate beta experience.

While you might seem like Lilith's boyfriend, in reality, it's just a convenient title she uses to disguise her true intentions. You're nothing but a pawn to aid her in her pursuits.

Shia couldn't help but find it absurd every time he played this cursed game.

How could one line of manipulation from the protagonist, Lilith, instantly max out the affection points you painstakingly farmed?

Then, he'd stand outside the door, watching her unlock new CGs with other girls.

Sure, the illustrations were stunning, but from this perspective, the overwhelming feeling was nothing but humiliation.

You work hard to raise her affection level, only to let your fiancée enjoy it while you stand idly by?

Thinking about the frustrations he endured while playing the game, Shia couldn't help but feel his temper rise as he faced the arrogant, tea-sipping young lady in front of him. Even though it was just a hologram, his anger surged uncontrollably.

Anger level: MAX!

The champion of pure love was about to fall into the abyss of betrayal.

How he wished he could make this arrogant protagonist experience the misery of being a victim.

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On the other side.

Tia gazed at the image of the young lady, her expression composed and solemn, but a fervent adoration gleamed in the depths of her eyes.

Only when the image faded did the fervor in her gaze gradually recede. When her eyes landed on Shia, they turned cold and disdainful.

A stark contrast.

"You heard what the young lady instructed, didn't you?"

Her icy tone was filled with blatant contempt.

"The young lady has high hopes for you. You'd better strive to get into the Seven Shields Academy soon and complete the task she entrusted to you."

The white-haired maid's lofty demeanor made it clear she was acting on behalf of her mistress, reprimanding Shia as if he were a subordinate.

But would Shia put up with that?

"Oh."

His response was indifferent, completely unfazed.

"Why doesn't Lilith come to see me herself?"

In response to Shia's question, Tia only snorted coldly.

She tilted her chin slightly, casting a sidelong glance at Shia.

"The young lady has more important things to do than waste her time with you."

Her scornful expression seemed to say, *Someone like you dares to expect a personal visit from the young lady?*

"Heh."

Shia chuckled mockingly, his tone dripping with derision.

He knew full well that Lilith was either working on her academy ranking or flirting with other girls. After all, the life of an overpowered protagonist boiled down to these two activities.

She had time to play with her dog but wouldn't bother spending a moment with you!

But his attitude clearly displeased Tia.

For someone of the young lady's stature, leaving behind a hologram for this loser was already a tremendous favor. How dare he treat her so dismissively?

"Loser, who gave you the right to talk about the young lady like that?"

Tia stepped forward, narrowing her eyes. Her curvaceous figure exuded a dangerous aura.

The oppressive atmosphere suddenly intensified.

But Shia merely glanced at Tia coldly, showing no reaction.

In the game's early stages, Lilith still behaved like a human being. To motivate him, she would occasionally give small rewards like potions or scrolls.

Even a dog gets some treats now and then, right?

But!

Those rewards were always intercepted by this maid in front of him.

Not a single item ever made its way into Shia's hands.

Tia didn't snatch these things because of their value.

No, it was because they carried Lilith's scent.

Yes, you heard that right.

While Tia appeared to be a cold and aloof maid, she was, in reality, a pervert obsessed with anything that bore the young lady's essence!

Back in the game, Shia had no way to deal with this foul-mouthed, creepy maid.

But this was reality now!

And Shia's personality was straightforward—he did whatever came to mind.

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Tia initially planned to teach Shia a lesson and make him respect the young lady properly.

She never expected the next second to be met with a powerful force. The world spun, and her back slammed against the hard wall.

The sudden, forceful impact caused her curves to ripple dramatically.

Stunned by the unexpected assault, Tia's vision blurred, and a handsome face filled her entire view.

"Bang!"

The heavy, muffled sound might have been the slap of a palm against the wall—or the sound of a heartbeat.

Caught off guard, Tia froze.

She stared blankly at the black-haired man in front of her, unable to reconcile him with the loser in her mind.

Shia stood over her, looking down with emotionless eyes.

Tia's hand was pinned against the wall by his grip.

He leaned closer, his face nearing hers.

As he moved in, his chest pressed against her trembling curves.

Then.

She heard a low, magnetic voice, its tone chilling despite the deep resonance.

"Let's not forget—I am, at least in name, your young lady's fiancé."

"Is this the way a maid should address me?"

**Tia finally snapped out of her shock.**

At the same time, her feelings of humiliation deepened.

Being overpowered by someone she looked down on—a loser—was an outright insult to her.

"Loser, what do you think you're doing!?"

Her eyes burned with fury, full of disdain and disgust.

It was as if she had been tainted by something filthy.

However, her response was met with a slap.

The crisp sound echoed, sending her barely-recovered composure flying out the window again.

A fiery pain spread across her cheek.

She stared blankly at the man before her, rendered speechless.

At this moment, he seemed to dominate her entire world, exuding an aura of absolute authority.

Today's Shia was completely different from the one in her memory.

The overwhelming pressure he emitted left her stunned.

She even forgot she possessed strength far superior to his.

As for Shia?

His goal was simple.

For an arrogant, foul-mouthed maid, discipline was the only answer.

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With a swift motion, Tia was spun around, her face pressed against the wall, her ample curves squashed flat.

Her hands were restrained behind her, rendering her utterly immobile.

"Just a mere maid, remember the tone you use when speaking to your future master."

Shia's voice was calm and deliberate, carrying an unspoken elegance and an innate sense of superiority.

As he spoke, his actions followed through seamlessly.

Restraining her hands with one of his, he delivered a swift and firm punishment.

The pain from earlier hadn't yet dissipated, and now it was compounded further. For the white-haired maid who had never been taught a lesson in her life, this was agony to her core.

The ice began to crack.

The always-arrogant Tia now wore an expression of rare fear.

In the large floor-length mirror, the entire room was reflected clearly, and Shia could see Tia's face—a mix of pain and terror.

It was truly satisfying.

Shia took great pleasure in his disciplinary efforts, though his hands showed no intention of stopping.

*Slap, slap, slap…*

The pain accumulated, and Tia's legs began to give way, almost causing her to slide down the wall.

She was at his mercy now, forced to endure silently.

The stark contrast between her frightened expression and the cold disdain she had displayed earlier was striking. The icy, sharp-tongued maid now revealed a vulnerable, submissive side.

It was… rather pleasing to the eye.

Shia was quite pleased with the results of his lesson.

Reality was far simpler than the game.

With a playful and yet threatening gesture, he pinched her cheek. His movements were light and elegant, underscored by a casual yet firm warning:

"Don't let it happen again."

Leaving behind this parting remark, Shia turned and left with elegant strides, the picture of a refined gentleman.

All that remained was a white-haired maid slumped weakly on the ground, like someone who had narrowly escaped disaster.

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It wasn't until Shia's footsteps faded completely that Tia managed to snap out of her dazed fear.

Her gaze gradually focused.

Staring at her own disheveled reflection in the mirror, she could barely recognize herself.

The pain on her ass slowly eased, and her trembling body began to regain its strength.

Tia's emotions gradually settled.

But as her composure returned, she finally realized something wasn't right.

Now fully awake, Tia bit her lip in frustration. She finally recalled Shia's identity.

He was just the young lady's lapdog—a weakling with no talent for cultivation.

How could she have been overpowered by him!?

The memory of her earlier performance filled Tia with intense shame and anger.

A lapdog like him dared to treat her this way?

And worse, he had succeeded.

Her eyes brimmed with humiliation and regret, which quickly shifted into an undisguised hatred.

But soon, she suppressed it all, her expression returning to its usual coldness.

This debt… would be repaid in due time.