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Speaking of masochists, you considered Gerty's constant desire to push herself to be an interesting parallel to Herta's own masochism.
You could thank the Goddess of Artifice for how many masochist women were in this world...
Anyway, in contrast to the goddess, your Holy Knight mostly expressed her masochism in the form of chivalrous devotion to you— always willing to follow your orders to the letter. Proving this point, she'd built some infrastructure around the place with the help of the construction clankers. It was normal stuff; upgrading the dirt paths into stone roads and connecting the manor to the abandoned iron mine via railway.
"Sir!" Your Knightly Secretary saluted. "I took the liberty to connect all major locations in your territory!"
"And you did this without my explicit blessing?" You said harshly, feeling proud of how she went above your expectations. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"But you specifically instructed me to-"
"Are you challenging my words?"
"No! Forgive me, Master!" She gave you a determined look, her bowed head not hiding the rising blush on her face.
"The fact that you're still bold enough to stand before me shows how brazen you are." You smiled.
"I realize that woman like me is unworthy to even be in your presence." She lifted her head to look into your eyes. "Even so, Master, thank you for showing such kindness to a fool such as myself." She clenched her fists, then placed a balled hand on her heart as though making a solemn vow. "Master, I swear to uphold your banner and dedicate my life to you — whether in sickness or in health, even if the whole world is against-"
"Who said you could talk so much?" You slipped a hand under her clothes and gave her softer parts a strong squeeze. "You've defied me enough. A maso-bitch like you should know her place."
"I understand." She said, her eyes lighting up excitedly. "Punish me to your heart's content, Master!"
And you do so.
But Gerty and Herta weren't the only ones who had done well this week.
Cattleya, as she informed you earlier, went on to clean the trash and scrap around the mansion proper. She kept herself limber while doing so, jumping about from place to place in order to make the estate presentable. Her nerves were only calmed by your massages.
Her increasing happiness made you glad you'd decided to go through with saving your cat-dad. Her respect for you went through the roof as a consequence. What's more, besides having noticed that she was happier than before, Catty sought out intimate moments with you when possible.
