Taboo Sin System

Chapter 13 Butler's Butter

Pan tilted his head at the lady butler and grabbed her strong military chin. She had just slapped him across the face, and he could still feel the burn.

This woman had been the closet monster throughout his childhood and haunted him even now.

"I am your master from now on. Accept that or don't. If you don't, you will go to prison. You can choose."

Evelyn swallowed. The wine theft was what Pan could prove today. She had taken eleven bottles and Clara's testimony would be enough for Gregory.

However, a real investigation would not stop at the cellar. She had buried more than liquor bottle corks, and an audit would drag the rest of it into the light with the receipts.

Evelyn lifted her eyes, pride still sitting in them even after the calculations had beaten it.

"You are my master. I am your servant."

Pan grinned. This was the woman who had made him count the lashes out loud and started at one again when he lost the number.

For eleven years she had stood in the dominant position where he was right now.

"When we are alone you will call me master. After I leave, you'll wash the staff uniforms and press them. All of them should be ready before the gala."

"I will, master."

The words of obedience came fast because prison was the other option, not because she liked saying it.

Pan let go of her chin and pointed at the washer. "Get up. Wash one piece in front of me so I know you mean it."

Evelyn stood. Her tits rose with the breath and her thighs shook once. The uniform shirt pulled across them with no slack.

The lady butler turned to the basket like it might save her. She found a dirty white shirt off the top, collar bent, with someone else's sweat in the cloth.

Evelyn opened the drum, shoved the shirt in, and measured the detergent powder with a hand that wanted to shake. She shut the lid and started the cycle.

She kept her back to Pan and waited, eyes on the drum, face hot with shame.

The system blinked on.

[Challenge: Braless Butler]

[Evelyn must remain without a bra or any supporting upper garment for 12 hours.]

[Reward: Unknown] [Penalty: You will get a boner for 3 hours]

Pan read it several times and wondered if accepting the challenge was a good idea. Not only was it ambitious, but if Evelyn refused his order, he'd get the penalty.

Even if she followed it and quit before twelve hours, he'll be penalized.

"There is one more thing."

"What is it, master?"

"You will not wear a bra tonight at the gala. I will check both at the beginning of the event and early next morning. If I get the slightest idea that you have supported your bust in any manner, you're done for."

Evelyn turned. Her mouth opened and nothing useful came out.

"What are you saying? This is ridiculous—"

"You heard me. I am late for college. Give me a yes or no."

The lady butler's eyes widened. A smaller leaner woman's braless chest could hide itself under starch and posture. Hers could not.

Evelyn was a thirty-six F, and the uniform shirt would print her nipples and swing and heave the second she walked the ballroom with a tray.

This would happen in front of the wait staff, Gregory's guests, Gemina's besties, Leo's friends, and Christina's church people.

Evelyn locked her jaw and color hit her neck. She would not give the boy the satisfaction, so she kept the pleading off her face.

"People will see that I am unsupported," she said. "You don't understand."

"I understand very well, and right now don't have time for your excuses."

Silence held while the washer hummed. Evelyn's hands had made fists at her sides and she opened them again.

Pan wanted payback through humiliation and the path of least resistance was the best.

"I will do it, master."

Pan smirked and slapped her uniform casually. "If I see a strap or a line under that shirt I will immediately tell Dad what you did. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master."

Pan had more plans for her than a missing bra, but he kept that to himself. He walked past her to the door.

Evelyn turned her shoulder to let him through with her head down, already building her own counterattack in her mind.

***

Cloyster University was no joke. Kids from money came here, and the gate was supposed to be his way out of the mansion. Most mornings it felt like the same house with a nicer name.

His brother Leo ruled Cloyster Academy. His smile sat on the boards, girls blushed, and boys moved aside for the name.

Everyone knew Pan was an Osborne. They also knew he was the house help who polished silver while Leo led the charity drives.

Girls glanced sometimes at the messy dark hair and the chore muscle on an eighteen-year-old. Then placed the servitude rumors about him against the surname and their eyes only showed pity and rejection.

"That's Pan Osborne? The servant kid? Leo is a thousand times better."

The guys laughed, hit his back too hard, or spilled coffee on his notes. The family tag did not protect him.

Pan slung the bag higher and crossed the quad.

He was still thinking about Christina in the kitchen, the moan she tried to kill, and how fast she ran after she threw the cufflinks. It had not been enough.

His sister had framed him that morning. She had been doing it mercilessly for years. A grope over jeans was not even close to what he wanted back. He was still unsatisfied.

Pan still had three Kiss Darts and three Flash Darts unused. The Sin Meter sat at 1 percent after the morning, then ticked to 2 when he thought about Christina's tight ass.

Jessica Jones cut across the grass with a portfolio under her arm, heading for the studios. She was his college crush.

Auburn hair, blue sweater, jeans. Top of graphic design. She had said hello in the library twice.

Pan checked the meter.

[Sin Meter: 0%]

Looking at her dropped it. The system that paid him for Christina and Evelyn had no interest in the girl he had actually wanted here.

Jessica saw him. "Hey, Pan!"

She waved, smiled, and kept walking with her friend toward an exhibit.

"Hi, Jessica!"

Pan kept the hand up a second after she was gone, then put it down and headed for the east-wing lockers.

His crush knew his name, but he obviously wanted more. The system was not going to give him the rest. Was it because he hadn't suffered injustice at her hands? Was the Taboo Sin System a weapon of justice?

Pan reached the east-wing lockers lost in thought. He ran the combo, 17-32-9. The door stuck on the last turn, then opened. He stuffed the backpack in and pulled out the chemistry notebook.

"Oi, Pan! If it isn't my favorite loser!"

A shadow fell over the locker row. The overly excited voice belonged to Carl Grundy, the college bully.