Taboo Sin System

Chapter 12 Master and Servant

[Dark Secret Revealer Lvl 1]

[The skill reveals one dark secret of the target. The weight and scale of secrets furnished depends on the skill's level.]

Activate.

The blue interface pulsed once. The familiar cold pressure settled behind his eyes as the system locked onto the woman standing over him.

[Evelyn Chestnut, 38]

[Affection 0, Lust 0, Submission 0, Fear 0, Resentment 20, Trust 0, Corruption 0]

Twenty points of resentment already. The lady butler hated him more than his own sisters did. That tracked. She had been the one holding the belt for years, and every scar across his back carried her handwriting as much as Gregory's.

[Excavating buried secrets…]

"Did the cat get your tongue, Pangborn?" Evelyn snapped. "Say yes, ma'am, and get to work. Before I bring out the whip."

Under any other morning the threat would have been enough. The old reflex still twitched, the same one that had always made him drop his eyes and take the punishment without a word.

Today the reflex died halfway. The system had given him sharp teeth.

A new window opened cleanly across his vision.

[Secret: Evelyn Chestnut has taken eleven bottles of aged wine from the Osborne cellar. Total value sixty-four thousand dollars.]

[Evidence: Only Evelyn holds cellar keys. CCTV footage can be pulled.]

[Witness: Maid Clara, fired last month for catching Evelyn with a bottle.]

A slow smile pulled at the corner of Pan's mouth.

Sixty-four thousand. This was not petty theft, and not a single bottle taken in a weak moment.

It was a pattern, and a habit. A crime that would destroy the butler's position and possibly put her in handcuffs if Gregory ever learned the truth.

"What are you happy about?" she demanded, clearly unaware that Pan had already won.

"About what is about to happen."

Evelyn gave a short, dry chuckle. "What is about to happen is a young man's brutal spanking. Perhaps with the pants pulled down. I will give you three seconds."

"Three."

Pan did not move.

"Two."

Pan folded his arms and held her gaze.

"Three!"

Evelyn grabbed him hard by the collar, her fingers digging in, and grinned. "Now drop your pants and bend over, Pangborn."

"I know about the stolen wine," Pan said to her face.

The words cut the air clean. Evelyn's expression shifted in real time. First the leftover glee of dominance, then blankness, then something colder and tighter.

Fear. Real fear. Something he had never seen this woman exhibit before.

"What did you just say?"

"I know you took aged wine bottles from the cellar. I would place the loss at over sixty thousand."

Her hands slipped from his collar. She took one full step back. The laundry room shrank around them in an instant.

"That is nonsense. Ridiculous. Even if it were true, you could never prove it."

Then the soldier in her surfaced. Evelyn closed the distance in one stride and had him by the throat against the dryer, her forearm across his collarbone, boots planted.

"Or I could beat it out of you right now and say you fell down the cellar stairs."

Pan did not struggle. He let his hands hang at his sides and looked up at her, and that was what unsettled her. A boy who cried, struggled, and fought back could be handled. A man who looked into her eyes without fear was a different species.

"I'm late for college and can guarantee I will walk out of here within fifteen minutes."

The forearm stayed. The lady butler's breathing came fast against his cheek.

"You will not be walking anywhere," Evelyn said, and even she did not sound convinced of her words anymore.

Pan's smirk widened. "Is that so? How about we check the CCTV footage over the past year?"

"And if we summon Clara, the maid you fired last month for no proper cause. Do you think she might have something interesting to say?"

Evelyn's lower lip trembled once. Her eyes cut across the room, checking the corners, checking the half-open door, making sure no one else was close enough to hear.

[Evelyn Fear +2]

"How did you know?"

"This is my home," Pan said. "I will eventually own everything. Do you really think I wouldn't notice the crime happening here?"

The lie was smooth, but the claim over the Osborne inheritance was heavy.

The system had handed him the truth on a plate, but the butler did not need to know that.

Let her believe he had always been watching. Let her wonder how long he had held this particular weapon. Let her realize how powerful Pan had become.

Evelyn's throat worked up and down. The authority over him that she wore like a second uniform cracked further at the edges.

"Fine," she said, her voice thinner than before. "You can go. I'll have someone else do the laundry."

Pan laughed once, natural and sharp. "I can go? Weren't you just about to spank me bare bottom in front of the servants?"

"No. I changed my mind. Just get lost."

Pan stepped forward. The movement was small. Evelyn stepped back again in response, almost without realizing it. The power balance in the room had tilted, and she could feel the floor shifting under her boots.

"Get on your knees."

Her eyes widened. "What are you saying—"

"I said get on your knees, or I will send a message to my father right now about your daylight robbery."

Anger flashed across the woman's face. Her breathing turned rapid.

For a long moment she stood locked between rage and arithmetic. Pan's eyes followed her working it out in her depraved mind.

If she refused, her career at the Osborne household was over. One way or another she would end up in prison.

The veteran used to giving orders was being forced to measure the cost of defiance, and the price kept coming back too high.

On her face, pride fought arithmetic and lost.

Then the lady butler's tall frame buckled.

Evelyn Chestnut went down on her knees on the laundry room floor. The motion was stiff, reluctant, and almost violent in its own resistance.

Her pride folded in real time. The woman who had once held the belt over Pan now knelt at his feet, trembling once as her weight settled.

Echoes of the past flashed through Pan's mind. He was nine years old then and getting spanked.

Count them out loud, Pangborn. I will start again if you lose the number.

Pan had imagined this victory over Evelyn a hundred times as a boy, always as a fantasy of violence. The real thing was much quieter. She was simply down there, and he was simply up here, and nothing in the room had needed a raised hand or a weapon.

[Evelyn Submission +2] [Evelyn Fear +1]

"What do you want?" she asked, from below him.

Pan let the silence run for half a minute. The payback for eleven years would come back to her all at once, from the wrong direction.

He moved forward until he towered directly over Evelyn, his crotch inches from her face.

Pan looked down at the top of her head, at the perfect part in her hair, at the rigid set of her shoulders, and the huge breasts under the crisp uniform.

Your punishment begins now.