Aleena suddenly grabs my shoulders and starts shaking me dramatically.
"Jacob! You won't believe what happened!"
I blink a few times, still half-lying on the bed.
"What now…?"
"I met a Baron!"
"A Baron?"
"Yes!" she says excitedly, her elongated ears twitching slightly as she talks. "I went to meet someone about magical materials and ended up speaking with him. While we were chatting, I told him about my friend who has the Pornstar Class."
I slowly sit up.
"You told a noble about my class?"
Aleena tilts her head innocently.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"
"Then what?"
"Well," she continues, clasping her hands together happily, "he said he actually needs someone with that kind of Class."
I narrow my eyes.
"What kind of job is that?"
Aleena leans closer and lowers her voice slightly, like she's being cautious.
"He wants help training his new maid."
"Training?"
"Yes."
"In what way?"
Aleena scratches her cheek.
"Well… apparently the maid is extremely stubborn and refuses to properly serve him. So he needs someone experienced to… teach her."
I stare at her for a few seconds. Then the meaning finally clicks.
"…Oh."
Aleena nods.
"The sex aspect."
I immediately jump off the bed.
"I'll do it."
Aleena flinches a little at my sudden movement.
"Eh? That fast?"
"Yes," I say firmly.
"You disgusting perv!"
She crosses her arms and looks at me with a slightly worried expression.
"Are you sure you can handle it? The request is a bit… absurd."
I wave my hand dismissively.
"There's no specific Class for something like that. If someone needs training related to sexual activities, it naturally falls under the Pornstar Class."
Aleena's ears twitch again as she listens.
"In other words," I continue, "this job was basically made for me."
Holy shit. My first proper job using my Class.
I can't mess this up.
"I'll take it," I say confidently.
Aleena scratches her head.
"Well… I actually didn't discuss the fee with the Baron yet."
"You didn't?"
"Nope. I don't know how much you're going to charge."
Sigh…
"But!" she quickly adds, pulling out her phone. "I sent you the address. You can talk to him directly."
My phone buzzes a moment later.
I check it and see the location. It's in a pretty fancy district meant for the upper class.
Not surprising.
I start getting dressed immediately. Shirt, pants, coat… done.
Just as I finish adjusting my collar—
Suddenly something small crashes into my back.
"Wah—!"
Two arms wrap around my waist from behind.
I almost jump out of my skin.
"Aleena!"
Her petite body presses against my back as she hugs me tightly.
"What are you doing?!"
She giggles.
"I'm sending you off properly."
I pry her arms off and turn around.
"Stop hugging me like that," I complain. "You already said you're not interested in dating me. Or even thinking about it."
Aleena sticks out her tongue playfully.
"So what? Friends can hug."
"Not like that."
She laughs again. Then she rubs her stomach dramatically.
"By the way, I'm hungry."
I stare at her.
"And?"
"And you should buy groceries on your way back."
I rub my forehead.
"Didn't I just buy food three days ago?"
Aleena looks away.
"Maybe."
"You finished everything already?!"
She whistles innocently.
"I don't even know how much this job pays," I mutter. "And you're already ordering me to buy food."
"Well, good luck!" she says cheerfully, pushing me toward the door.
What the heck…
I swear this girl is treating me like her slave provider.
---
About forty minutes later, I step out of a mana-powered carriage.
The estate in front of me is huge. Tall iron gates, stone walls, and a massive mansion sitting behind a wide courtyard.
I walk toward the gate, but as I get closer, two guards immediately step forward.
"Halt."
I stop.
"What business do you have here?" one of them asks.
"I'm here to see the Baron," I reply calmly.
The guards glance at each other. Then one of them looks at me more closely. His eyes narrow slightly.
Ah.
There it is.
That look. The look of disgust.
Right. I'm a bloody vampire.
Humans don't exactly love our kind.
"What proof do you have?" the guard asks coldly.
I pull out the badge Aleena gave me and show it to them.
They inspect it carefully.
A few seconds pass.
Then the guard sighs.
"You may enter."
He steps aside.
But the expression on his face clearly says he'd rather not. The other guard opens the gate.
I walk through without saying anything.
No point arguing.
A servant leads me through the courtyard and into the mansion.
A few minutes later, I'm brought into a large office.
Inside, a man stands behind a desk.
He's big, almost my height, with broad shoulders, blond hair, and a thick beard. His brown eyes are sharp and observant.
Yeah… this guy definitely isn't some lazy noble. He looks like someone who could break bones if he wanted to.
"You must be the one Aleena mentioned," he says.
His voice is deep and steady.
"That's me."
He walks around the desk and extends his hand.
"I am Baron Halver."
I shake it.
"The name's Jacob."
"Sit."
I take the chair across from him.
The Baron sits back down and studies me for a moment. Then he smirks.
"So… you have the Pornstar Class."
Oh. Straight to the point.
"Yeah."
"Good. Good."
He leans back slightly.
"I'll be blunt. I recently acquired a new maid." He chuckles.
"She's technically a servant assigned to my household. However… she has proven to be extremely stubborn."
I listen quietly.
"She performs basic duties," the Baron continues, "but she refuses to properly serve me as a personal maid."
"And you want that… corrected."
"Exactly."
He folds his hands together.
"I want her trained in the sexual aspect so she can serve me satisfactorily."
He smirks again.
"I assume you understand what I mean."
I nod slowly.
Yeah.
I definitely understand.
So basically… I'm here to teach a maid how to please her master.
What the heck kind of job is this… a sadistic one.
Still.
Work is work.
"Where is she?" I ask.
The Baron turns his head toward the door.
"Mira."
A moment later, the door opens and a girl walks in.
The moment I see her, I blink.
Holy shit.
She looks… different. Smooth pale skin. Long wavy black hair flowing down to her lower back. Striking crimson eyes.
And then—
The horns.
Two thick, curved, goat-like horns protrude from the sides of her head.
So she's a half-demon.
Her maid uniform clings tightly to her body, accentuating her slim waist and wide hips. Her full breasts strain noticeably against the fabric.
She crosses her arms as she walks in, a clear scowl on her pretty face. She is definitely not happy to be here and looks like she wants to kill her master. Behind her, a small demonic tail sways slowly.
Her crimson eyes lock onto mine. There's open hostility in them, like a warning.
But I don't give a fuck.
I need money.
But yeah… "stubborn" is an understatement. She looks like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
"Mira," the Baron says calmly, gesturing toward her.
"This is the man who will be training you."
She snorts. Her tail flicks again. Then she glares at me like she's imagining punching me in the face.
The Baron leans back in his chair with an amused expression.
"This," he says with a smirk, "is my troublesome maid."
Judging by the look on her face…
This job is definitely not going to be easy.