Taboo Sin System

Chapter 16 Velvet Collar

The ballroom was already loud when Pan walked through the service door carrying a tray.

He wore an assistant butler's uniform, the black fabric tight and restricting around his collar. The tray in his hands was laden with champagne.

Across the floor, the mayor stood near the orchestra with two influential men from city hall. Christina's church circle occupied a quiet corner, while Gemina's friends held the long table by the windows.

This was Gregory's idea of a small gala. There were no film stars or celebrities, but the room held enough wealth that a dropped glass would be remembered.

The orchestra was playing something safe enough for church money and loud enough to hide their private conversations. The floor still smelled like the wax Pan had put down before dawn.

The system had pinged him in the service corridor before the first guests even sat down.

[Challenge: Braless Butler—CLOCK ACTIVE] [Time remaining: 12:00:00]

It meant Evelyn had obeyed his command. She had taken off her bra and put on the butler uniform without anything supporting her huge breasts.

The anticipation of meeting her in the middle of the gala brought a surge of excitement in him.

Pan worked the edge of the crowd, keeping his face entirely blank. He had been playing the servant since he was eight years old, and he was good at it.

Good enough that nobody gave a second glance to the boy with the tray unless they wanted another glass.

Gregory spotted his adopted son only once. The gold cufflinks sat securely on his cuffs, Pan having returned them before six. The man had no idea the price his daughter had to pay for it.

Gregory looked at the gold with affection, but his gaze turned cold when it shifted to his son. The familiar anger and disgust still simmered just beneath the surface, as if he regretted losing the opportunity to whip the boy.

Then, without a word, the Osborne patriarch turned and walked into a knot of waiting men who greeted him joyously.

Leo arrived ten minutes later, drawing every eye in the room. His suit was dark, branded, and tailored exactly for the occasion.

"Doesn't he look like a CEO already?" a woman on the stairs exclaimed.

A top banker of the county nodded. "Cloyster City is lucky to have him. He's the future."

Leo shook the mayor's hand, wearing the same practiced smile that was on the school board banners. The girls from his academy circle and the billionaire daughters wasted no time crowding around him.

The heir of the Osborne family passed within two feet of Pan.

"Don't block the floor," Leo said quietly. "And stand straight while you serve."

Then he walked into the ocean of praise and let it close behind him. That was how Leo always treated his foster brother, by never acknowledging him as a sibling.

A man in Leo's cluster watched Pan's uniform and scoffed. "That's the adopted one, isn't he? The house help they could not get rid of."

The woman on his arm didn't bother to lower her voice. "Leo's the real heir after all. The pride of the Osbornes. Remember to shake his hand. We can ignore the servant."

Near the orchestra, the mayor clapped Gregory on the shoulder. "Good boy, that eldest one of yours. Student president already. His charm and popularity suggest he could replace me soon."

Gregory took a drink, agreed with him, and never mentioned a second son. In this room, Pan did not exist unless someone wanted another stick of finger food.

His jaw was locked, and the tray stayed perfectly level. He took the long way around the floor because standing still would have been worse.

Every compliment Leo collected landed on the same old bruise. It was eleven years of the exact torture. Only this morning, Pan had begun to shift the hierarchy, and it was time to see the results.

Pan set the empty glasses on a sideboard and picked up a fresh tray. The anger simmering inside him demanded an outlet, and he knew exactly who in this room was obliged to take it.

Evelyn was running the west doors.

She stood taller than the hired men, her hair parted perfectly, her white shirt pulled taut across her chest. She still looked like the ex-military woman who ran the house.

Pan had changed the seat of power this morning, and the guests had absolutely no idea.

[Time remaining: 10:58:12]

The female butler saw him approach, and the color instantly dropped out of her face.

She checked over both shoulders nervously. No guests or subordinates were close enough to hear their conversation, but that did not make her safe. It only made her available.

"Master," Evelyn said, ensuring her voice sounded thoroughly respectful. "I have done what you asked."

Pan's eyes lowered to her massive bust. The nipples were visible only if someone were actively hunting for them. Two faint points pushing against the fabric of the uniform shirt. A man ten feet away would have attributed it to good posture and moved on.

"How do I know you did it?" Pan asked with a shrug.

If they were alone, he could have simply touched them for confirmation. That was not possible in a crowded hall.

Evelyn's mouth opened and shut once. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. "What can I do to convince you?"

Pan thought about it for a moment. He wanted the proof on his skin, not from her mouth.

"Come up behind me and pretend you are fixing my collar. We can roleplay that you are disciplining me, like always. Nobody else will find out what we are actually doing."

Evelyn's eyes slowly widened as she realized what he was going to ask.

Pan patted his uniform. "Put your tits on my back and my shoulders while you pretend to sort my collar. Once I feel the nipples, I will believe you are not wearing a bra."