"Bring me the moon, Elias!"
"Clean the attic, and make sure it's spotless! And don't forget to count every dust particle."
"Paint the entire manor in the color of my nails. And no shortcuts, use a single brushstroke for each wall."
"Find a unicorn, I think it would make a splendid pet."
"And, oh, build me a miniature replica of the Eiffel Tower... by hand, of course. No machines."
A dignified voice, full of humor and unfailing patience, replied each time, "Yes, my lady. As you wish, my lady."
The voice belonged to Elias, the butler of the grandiose mansion. The luxurious household had it all—golden chandeliers, a grand piano played only for special occasions, devices of wonder at every corner—but its most extraordinary luxury was Elias himself.
Elias was no ordinary butler of course.
His skills were unmatched; he could hack into highly classified networks, program advanced AI systems in just two hours, cook the finest gourmet meals, do laundry with the precision of an artisan while painting with his foot, design architectural wonders while brushing his teeth—there was nothing he couldn't do.
The lady of the house, with all her unreasonable demands, had the finest butler imaginable, one who came from an old, distinguished lineage.
The blood of Genghis Khan ran in Elias's veins—the strongest, most valorous lineage that carries a great history unforgotten by people.
His ancestors, though blessed with strength and libido, chose not to follow the path of dominion and conquest like their great forefather. Instead, they chose a life of discipline, training their offspring to become butlers of extraordinary prowess. And Elias was one of them.
He don't know what the hell his ancestors were thinking when they decided to be a family of butlers, but well fuck them. Butler turns out to be a great and perfect gentelman cover for a lust-drive head like him.
Like his ancestors, Elias was disciplined.
His desires, though very much present and enormous like the hunger of a dragon, were kept in check. He had a taste for the finer things in life—including women—but only those worthy of serving, those who matched his standards, drew his attention and he would want to serve.
However, as he looked at the current lady he was serving, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
"BUT! Why the hell did I get this pig?!" Elias raged silently, just as he finished fulfilling another absurd request from his lady.
He was supposed to be serving the daughter of a descendant of a royal princess from Camelot—a lineage of nobility and grace. Instead, he ended up serving a woman who, in his view, was the complete opposite.
Not only was she unattractive by his standards—overweight like a pig, condescending, lazy, and incapable of doing anything—she was also dumber than a stone and haughtier than a peacock.
She had no redeeming qualities that Elias could find, and each day in her service felt like an affront to his dignity. And yet, Elias maintained his composure, swallowing his resentment.
After all, if one were to define him in the terms of a video game, he would be an SSS-ranked butler—the best of the best.
The one that has maxed all of his stats.
A level 100 with an SSS-ranked rarity character.
But yet...
The lady had no sense of gratitude or decorum. She believed herself to be above everyone and everything. She had never known hardship, never had to work for anything, and it showed in her behavior. To her, Elias was nothing but a tool to fulfill her every whim, no matter how absurd or degrading. And that fact gnawed at him every single day.
"What are you looking at? Come and clean my foot," the pig-like lady ordered, her tone dripping with disdain.
T-This pig....
Elias felt his entire body tense up.
Veins threatened to pop from his forehead. He swallowed his anger and, with a radiant smile that could make any woman swoon, knelt before her. Unfortunately, his dazzling charm had no effect on the "lady," who merely snorted in response.
I bet her type is an orc or an actual male pig.
With a practiced grace, Elias approached her feet.
He would clean them—he had done worse before, but it did not make the task any less degrading. He had served countless noblewomen before, women of true grace and refinement, and yet here he was, tending to a woman who had none of the qualities he respected.
He meticulously wet a cloth and began the process, skillfully wiping the surface of her foot, applying the exact amount of pressure necessary to stimulate blood flow without causing discomfort.
An amateur would scrub clumsily, leaving the skin irritated, but an SSS-ranked butler like Elias knew the difference. His touch was precise; his motions were calculated. He was not just cleaning—he was performing an art form perfected by his lineage over centuries.
Each stroke was deliberate, ensuring that the foot was not only clean but also massaged to perfection.
As his fingers worked over the contours of her foot, Elias couldn't help but think, I feel so stupid for taking pride in cleaning a pig's foot.
Of course, I would very much praise my perfect movement, but it's disgusting to think that I'm cleaning this pig's foot. Should I throw her to a mud pool just like how much of a pig she is?
And yet, his discipline would not allow him to do anything less than his best. His ancestors had always said that no matter how low the task, a butler must always perform it to the best of his abilities.
Finally, he finished, drawing back with a polite, "It is done, my lady."
The lady gave him a sneering grin, and to Elias's disbelief, she purposely dropped a half-eaten brownie onto her foot.
"There, your reward," she said, her eyes glinting with malice.
For a moment, Elias couldn't believe it.
She was trying to humiliate him—for the first time, she had decided to try breaking his dignity completely.
She has alwasy been very demanding and have no mercy.
But this is the first time, that he saw such thrill and passion on her eyes.
A joyful gaze that harbor the great desire to humiliate him
He inhaled deeply, putting on his best polite expression.
"It is inappropriate for a lady to do such things," he said, his voice calm.
"I don't care," she snapped back. "Quick. Do it."
Elias felt his patience vanish.
Veins pulsed visibly on his forehead.
I can't.
This is impossible.
This is my limit.
"YOU SHOULD STOP THE FUCK OFF, YOU PIG!!!" He shouted, his anger boiling beneath the surface.
He had endured so much, served so many absurd requests, but this—this was a step too far.
He has lost his composure entirely, and he could see that his lady is surprised with his sudden shout.
He gave her a cold, steely gaze, and in an instant, he lunged toward her. His hands moved with unmatched skill and precision, ripping her clothes apart—garment after garment torn away in swift, deliberate motions. He wasn't trying to harm her; it was an act of defiance, an attempt to embarrass her, to make her understand what it felt like to be stripped of her dignity.
"Hahaha! How's that! Show the world... How... A pig... You are..."
But it didn't work.
Instead, she looked at him, her eyes widening not in horror but in something else—something Elias hadn't anticipated.
She wasn't afraid, nor was she angry. Instead, there was a twisted satisfaction in her gaze, a perverse enjoyment that made Elias's stomach churn.
But her figure.
Everything about her naked body.
D-Devilish Ugliness...
"S-Such monstrosity..." he whispered, his voice trembling.
He felt something crack inside him—his resolve, his discipline, his very spirit.
For the first time in his life, Elias, the SSS-ranked butler, felt defeated.
His heart pounded violently, and his vision began to blur. The air seemed to grow thicker, and he found it harder to breathe.
He stumbled back, feeling the weight of his actions crushing him. His breath caught in his throat, and he struggled to take in air.
Is this my end?
What such a pathetic end.
I haven't even fuck a single girl yet because of this fucking damned pig.
Is this the end of the godly SSS-ranked butler?
Dying after looking at a pig?
The room around him seemed to spin, and slowly, inevitably, Elias fell to his knees.
His vision darkened, and everything around him faded. He could hear her voice echoing in his ears, a mocking sound that seemed to drive the final nail into his coffin.
He don't really know either if it's a laughter, a mockery, or anything.
But he only have one thing to say.
"Rot in hell... You fucking piggy bitch,"
And that was the end of the great SSS-ranked butler of Earth.