Chapter 2: Stocking Hell!

” Miss Aida, you…”

“From now on, you’re the maid of the Esbell household, Miss Mellow. And I am your mistress, so you

should call me Madam.”

“Yes, Madam. It’s just that… right now, you’re…”

“Quiet. Stand up straight. Chest out. Hands folded just below your belly. Mm-hmm, yes—just like that… Not bad, not bad.”

Aida walked around Mellow, looking her up and down. She nodded from time to time, clearly pleased and very satisfied.

At this moment, Mellow was dressed in a black-and-white maid outfit. She stood there with her back straight and posture proper.

But the expression on her face wasn’t quite natural. It was unclear whether she was embarrassed from Aida’s intense gaze or simply ashamed of wearing girls’ clothes for the first time.

Or perhaps… it was both.

Seeing the faint blush on Mellow’s cheeks, Aida smiled playfully and asked,
“So? How does it feel wearing girls’ clothes for the first time, great hero—Radiant Knight?”

Mellow’s face turned red immediately, and she looked both embarrassed and a little angry.
“Please… please stop calling me a great hero. I’m not the Radiant Knight anymore… and I’m definitely not… a man.”

Even though it was now a clear reality that she had become a girl, her heart still couldn’t fully accept it.

“Alright, alright. I’m even happier if you’re okay with being called ‘Miss Mellow’. So? Tell me—what does it feel like?”

Aida wasn’t giving up on teasing Mellow.

The elegant, mature woman had discovered something interesting: making the once-great hero—one of the strongest 28 Title Knights, possibly the strongest Radiant Knight—feel flustered like this gave her a strange thrill. A strong sense of satisfaction.

She suddenly understood why so many men fantasized about powerful, high-status women. That feeling of ‘conquering’ was addictive.

Mellow, on the other hand, felt completely overwhelmed by Aida’s pressure.

Her cheeks burned red as she looked away and murmured like a mosquito,
“It… it feels very light… almost like I’m not wearing anything…”

Even Aida, who was standing right next to her, could barely hear what she said.

But instead of gloating about her teasing, Aida just rubbed her chin and looked Mellow over again.

“Hmm… very light… and feels like you’re not wearing anything…”

Hearing Aida repeat her words made Mellow’s face turn even redder. Finally, she couldn’t hold back

anymore and grumbled,

“That’s only because this outfit you gave me is way… too short! If I move just a little too much, it won’t

cover anything!”

She pulled the skirt down in frustration.

Yes, it was a maid outfit. But this particular maid outfit… was definitely not right!

Why was the skirt so short? Just a bit higher, and it would be at the top of her thighs!

Mellow was convinced that if she bent over right now, her entire butt might be exposed!

Aida’s eyes sparkled as if she just got a new idea.

“Okay, it’s not that bad. I wouldn’t want my adorable little maid giving those men a free show. But you’ve

reminded me—you are missing two very important things! Wait right here!”

And with that, she rushed out excitedly.

It was obvious that Lady Aida of the Esbell family was in a very good mood.

What could Mellow say? She could only sigh helplessly.

After all, she had technically sold herself to this woman.

Well… “sold” sounded a bit too harsh.

Let’s call it repaying a debt of gratitude.

After all, it was Aida who saved her when she was near death. It was Aida who gave her shelter when she had nowhere to go. It was Aida who gave her a new name and a new identity.

Most importantly, Aida even supported her quest for revenge!

Mellow still remembered the way Aida’s eyes lit up when she said she wanted revenge.

Aida had told her that her late husband used to be a Title Knight too—not one who earned it through

military service like Mellow, but through the Knight Arena. Still, the Esbell name had once echoed through

the Federation.

Unfortunately, her husband died in a trap. The once-glorious Esbell name fell into ruin.

Now, she and her daughter lived off his inheritance in a small, remote country—practically in hiding.

She could never forget what her husband had written in his last letter:

He told them to stay far away from the central capital, from the Federation, from the knight tournaments,

and especially from the Title Knights!

But…

Aida was not content.

She wanted revenge!

After five years of investigating and pulling every string she could, she discovered the truth: her husband’s death was tied to a power struggle among the Federation’s top leadership!

Yes—her husband, Mr. Esbell, one of the top 28 knights in the Arena, was killed in a political battle!

She was beyond angry!

But she was also powerless.

Until Mellow appeared.

Because Mellow’s story was so much like her husband’s…

And more importantly—Mellow had the power to take revenge!

Mellow… would be the dagger she used to stab her husband’s enemies!

Aida didn’t hide anything from Mellow. She told her all about her grudge—and openly asked Mellow to take revenge for her.

And Mellow agreed.

That was one of the reasons why she stood here now, dressed in a maid uniform.

Alright, maybe the maid outfit was more about Aida’s personal taste than anything else.

Mellow swore this uniform had been intentionally tailored by Aida to look this way.

Clearly, it was for her own amusement!

Soon, Aida returned—carrying two shopping bags.

She looked like a little girl who had just gotten a brand-new doll, happily dumping the contents of both bags onto the bed.

As Mellow stared at the pile of items, black lines formed across her forehead.

Stockings.

More stockings.

Black ones. White ones. Skin-colored ones. Even color-changing ones!

All kinds of stockings!

Every denier level, every texture—Aida had it all!

And besides the endless variety of stockings, there were…

High heels.

This was a nightmare.

Mellow’s breathing grew heavier. She suddenly wanted to escape this hell of stockings!

“Here, try this one first!” Aida said.

She dug through the pile and finally picked out a pair of pure white thigh-high stockings.

Mellow held them in her hands, feeling their thinness and softness. A strange urge quietly rose in her heart.

Maybe… she should try them on?

They probably would feel nice.

It felt like a little devil whispering in her ear:
“Try them on. They’ll definitely feel amazing~”

…Alright! That devil voice really was Aida!

Aida, you stocking demon!

Mellow glanced at Aida’s legs.

Even though Aida was already 35, time hadn’t left any mark on her face. Her figure was still perfectly shaped.

Mellow wasn’t sure if it was due to good skincare or a strict workout routine—or both.

But what made it worse was Aida’s incredibly long and slender legs.

At the moment, those legs were wrapped in a pair of deep purple stockings—full of mysterious charm.

And the last thread of resistance in Mellow’s mind was cut… by Aida’s long legs that looked like a pair of scissors.

In the end, she put on the pair of pure white stockings—symbols of innocence.

“Hmm… something’s still missing,” Aida muttered, frowning slightly as she gave her opinion.