Chapter 271

Natalie put on her uniform.

She stood from her seat and hesitantly began unbuttoning her Tenet top. The experienced combat lead didn’t so much as glance up from the paperwork she’d started on. That both emboldened and discouraged her. The tight-fitting combat-ready blouse came off, and still Robin didn’t look up.

To her delight and terror, though—a very excited sort of terror—when Natalie stripped her bra off, there was a glance upward of blue eyes, which paused however briefly on her exposed chest. They flicked down quick enough that Natalie couldn’t say she knew Instructor Robin was interested, but it gave her some confidence.

Confidence she quelled in short order. The most logical explanation for Robin’s behavior here was that she was seeing if Natalie could be baited into acting inappropriately. Though was there any such thing as her acting inappropriately, given the situation? When she’d been ordered by a superior officer to strip naked and put on a slutty maid uniform?

Then again, considering the particular situation that had led to Natalie being disciplined in the first place, maybe Robin’s choice of trial was reasonable.

Either way, it was an awful mess she was in.

Instructor Robin’s studious focus didn’t falter as Natalie stripped, not even when she had bared her lower half to the air. She liked to imagine Instructor Robin had to fight particularly hard to not steal a glance, but maybe Natalie was deluding herself.

Panties, bra, socks, and skirt followed, and then she donned the new outfit. She slipped on the maid’s tight blouse last.

She had to admit Instructor Robin had been right. She had an eye for picking the right size. The uniform fit snugly, just tight enough for her to be all but spilling out of the frilly black and white lace, yet with the clothing still fitting. Not that any normal person would walk in and think, oh, that’s a normal maid uniform, but hey, her nipples weren’t showing, and neither was anything else sensitive. So in a way, she was ready for service.

Besides the erection she was sporting.

Instructor Robin looked up from her paperwork, and her gaze didn’t so much as hesitate at the ten throbbing inches of girlcock that were proudly bulging up the skirt she’d given Natalie. She briefly wondered whether she was going crazy, the lack of reaction Instructor Robin gave.

“Supplies are in the cabinet, as I mentioned,” Robin said.

Blushing furiously, she went and retrieved said supplies. There was a disinfectant spray—or so she assumed, since it was an unmarked bottle—and a thick sponge, along with a duster. When she’d finished pulling them out, Instructor Robin had set a light-blue crystal on the front of her desk. She caught the way Natalie’s eyes widened at it.

“You know what this is?” Robin asked.

“A recording crystal, isn’t it?”

“Indeed.”

Recording crystals were absurdly expensive, because the magical artifacts required complex and precise magical workings to make function. Even more importantly, they were a relatively new invention and thus in low supply. It hardly surprised Natalie that Instructor Robin had one, though. She was a high-ranker. She could afford much more expensive toys, if she so desired.

“You’re ... going to record me?”

“For review later, yes,” Instructor Robin confirmed. “As I will with most of our sessions.” She tilted her head. “Does that make you uncomfortable? I can assure you of my discretion.”

Natalie swallowed. Uncomfortable? Definitely. But not in a bad way. Rather, in that same manner that had her skin already hot and her cheeks flushed.

There was, like usual, a veneer of practical explanation for why Instructor Robin would be recording their sessions for review—to go over what she’d done or said in more detail and adjust her approach for the next session.

In reality, it had to be because Instructor Robin wanted to be able to summon an illusionary image of Natalie crammed into the inappropriate maid outfit whenever she desired. What would Robin really be doing with the recording?