Aleena suddenly grabs my shoulders and starts shaking me like she's trying to wake the dead.
"Jacob! You won't believe what happened!"
I blink a few times, still half-lying on the bed and feeling like absolute crap. "What now…?"
"I met a Baron!"
"A Baron?"
"Yes!" she says, her excitement making her elongated ears twitch. "I went to meet someone about some materials and ended up talking with him. While we were chatting, I told him about my friend who has the Pornstar Class."
I slowly sit up, the small sleep evaporating instantly. "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, "he said he actually needs someone with that kind of Class."
I narrow my eyes. This already sounds suspicious. "What kind of job is that?"
Aleena leans closer and lowers her voice. "He wants help training his new maid."
"Training?"
"Yes."
"In what way?"
Aleena scratches her cheek, suddenly looking a little awkward. "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. The gears in my head slowly start turning until the meaning finally clicks.
"Oh."
Aleena nods. "The sex aspect."
I immediately jump off the bed.
"I'll do it."
Aleena flinches at my sudden movement. "Eh? That fast?"
"Yes," I say firmly.
"You disgusting perv!" She crosses her arms, giving me a worried look. "Are you sure you can handle it? The request is a bit… absurd."
I wave a 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." I pause, feeling a small surge of pride. "In other words, this job was basically made for me."
Holy shit. My first proper job using my Class. I can't screw this up.
"I'll take it," I say confidently.
Aleena scratches the back of 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… typical Aleena.
"But!" she adds quickly, pulling out her phone. "I sent you the address. You can talk to him directly."
My phone buzzes. I check the location. It's in a fancy district meant for the upper class.
I start getting dressed immediately wearing my shirt, pants, coat and within minutes I am done.
Just as I'm adjusting my collar, something small suddenly crashes into my back.
"Wah—!"
Two arms wrap tightly around my waist. I nearly jump out of my skin.
"Aleena!"
Her petite body presses against my back as she hugs me.
"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. "So what? Friends can hug."
"Not like that."
She laughs, then suddenly starts rubbing 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 and whistles.
"Maybe."
"You finished everything already?!"
"Well, good luck!" she says cheerfully while pushing me toward the door.
What the heck… I swear this girl treats me like her personal grocery supplier.
About forty minutes later, I step out of a mana-powered carriage.
The estate is massive, reinforced with tall iron gates, stone walls, and a huge mansion rising behind them.
I walk toward the gate, but two guards immediately step forward.
"Halt."
I stop.
"What business do you have here?"
"I'm here to see the Baron," I reply.
The guards glance at each other before one looks at me more carefully. His eyes narrow.
Ah. There it is. That 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. They inspect it, and a few seconds of tense silence pass before the guard finally sighs.
"You may enter."
He steps aside, though his expression clearly says he'd rather I didn't.
A servant leads me through the courtyard and into a large office.
Inside, a burly man stands behind a desk. He has blond hair, a thick beard, and sharp brown eyes. The guy looks like he could snap bones if he wanted to.
"You must be the one Aleena mentioned," he says in a deep voice.
"That's me."
He walks around the desk and extends his hand.
"I am Baron Halver."
I shake it. "My name's Jacob."
"Sit."
I take the chair across from him. The Baron studies me for a moment before smirking.
"So… you have the Pornstar Class."
Straight to the point. I like that.
"Yeah."
"Good. Good." He leans back in his chair. "I'll be blunt. I recently acquired a new maid. She's technically a servant assigned to my household, but she has proven to be extremely stubborn."
I listen quietly as he explains. She performs her basic duties just fine, but refuses to serve him as a personal maid.
"And you want that… corrected," I say.
"Exactly. 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. I'm here to teach a maid how to please her master, hehe.
"Where is she?" I ask.
The Baron turns toward the door.
"Mira."
The door opens and a girl walks in.
Holy shit.
She has smooth pale skin, long wavy black hair, and striking crimson eyes. And then there are the horns—two thick, curved, goat-like horns.
A half-demon.
Her maid uniform is tight, hugging her slim waist and wide hips, with her breasts straining against the fabric. Her arms are crossed, and there's a clear scowl on her face.
She looks like she wants to kill her master.
A small tail sways slowly behind her.
Her crimson eyes lock onto mine with open hostility. It's clearly a warning.
But I don't give a fuck. I need the money.
"Mira," the Baron says, gesturing toward her. "This is the man who will be training you."
She snorts, her tail flicking as she glares at me.
The Baron looks amused.
"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.