Chapter 410: Triss's Ordeal

The Illusion Alemann created was a perfect replica of the real Triss. No matter how you looked at it, they were identical.

Moreover, this Illusion could move and speak. It even felt solid to the touch. You could say it was a real person.

It could even overlay itself on a person, making the Illusion that much more vivid.

Draping the Illusion over himself, Alemann got used to his new state, then asked, “Duan Someone, what’s your plan?”

“Of course, we’re going to do some outrageous things to make everyone here despise Triss. First, we’ll start by disgusting the staff. You were an employee here for a few days—do you know what the benefits are like?”

“Eight-hour workdays, work one day and get the next off, five days of paid leave per month that can be accumulated and used at the end of the year. The military pays our salary directly, but there’s an internal bonus system, and the bonus is double the salary.”

Duan Fei stroked his chin. “So, we can’t touch the salary, but we can mess with the bonuses. Simple enough. Step one: get rid of the bonuses.”

“Leave this to me. I know this part inside and out.”

He immediately took the Illusion to the finance department. Illusion Triss let out a cough, then said to the Chief Financial Officer, “From this day forward, all bonuses are canceled.”

“Why?!” the Chief Financial Officer exclaimed in shock. “I just bought a house last year! I still have hundreds of thousands in mortgage payments!”

“My boyfriend’s birthday is coming up, and I’m planning to throw a huge party. By the way, none of you are invited, because everyone attending will be… just like me.”

The Chief Financial Officer stared blankly at Triss, learning for the first time that his superior had such a shameful hobby.

After a long silence, he finally stammered, “But… my house… my mortgage.”

“That’s your problem, not mine. Also, the old training uniforms are too plain. I need to get new ones.”

This news brought some life back into the Chief Financial Officer. Replacing the training uniforms would require a massive procurement, and that meant plenty of opportunities for a cut.

Even without going through shady channels, he could still make a tidy sum through kickbacks and other discreet methods.

The Chief Financial Officer finally managed a smile. He looked at Illusion Triss and asked, “So, what kind of design did you have in mind, sir?”

“Like this.”

Picking up a nearby pencil and paper, Illusion Triss immediately began to sketch.

At first, the Chief Financial Officer could shamelessly suck up to him, but as Illusion Triss finished the rough draft, he was gradually rendered speechless.

Though it was only a sketch, the artist’s perverted desires were on full, naked display, impossible to ignore.

Pointing at the sketch, the Chief Financial Officer’s finger trembled. “You… you want this to be the trainees’ uniform?”

“Yes.”

“But this is a women’s high-cut swimsuit! A tight one, at that! And all our trainees are men!”

“Exactly. Don’t you think it’s sexy?”

Illusion Triss licked his lips at the perfect moment, his thirsty expression sending a chill down the Chief Financial Officer’s spine.

Finally, after Illusion Triss hinted that he could do as he pleased, the Chief Financial Officer agreed. He immediately used a computer to refine the sketch and, using Illusion Triss as a model, sent out the new swimsuit design.

Thanks to the base’s advanced communication network, every trainee saw the message. They all fell into a unanimous silence.

Leaving the finance department, Duan Fei looked at Illusion Triss—or rather, Alemann under the Illusion—and said with admiration, “You’re a true master. I never thought you’d be able to disgust a group of people so thoroughly. But I have a question. I get making them wear women’s swimsuits, but why did they have to be tight?”

“Once you’ve seen enough XPs, you’ll understand. Alright, let’s keep going!”

“Not yet. Let’s split up for now and use our tablets to stay in touch. We need to give them some time to react, then we’ll slowly back them into a corner.”

After agreeing on how to communicate, Duan Fei returned to his dorm room to find Fatty and Old Hei looking pale with anger.

“Duan Someone… that new notice… did you see it?” Fatty asked in a low voice.

“I saw it. What about it?”

“…That’s all you have to say? ‘What about it?’ Okay, I know you’re a tough guy. Even if you put on a Maid’s dress right now, we’d still think you’re a man! But… but… this is a high-cut swimsuit! What the hell do they mean by this!”

“Exactly,” Old Hei lamented. “And it’s tight!”

Duan Fei was finding it harder and harder to understand why these guys were so hung up on the fact that it was tight.

After letting the news ferment for a while, Duan Fei issued the next directive through Illusion Triss:

“All personnel on base are to greet each other with a cheek kiss.”

This time, the trainees erupted.

The trainees expressed intense outrage at Triss’s actions. They said that just imagining a bunch of rough men in swimsuits giving each other cheek kisses was enough to make them want to puke.

Especially after training, when everyone was drenched in stinky sweat. You could smell the overwhelming sourness before you even got close. Exchanging cheek kisses at a time like that would probably kill someone.

To this, Illusion Triss’s response was: “That’s an easy fix. Everyone can just shower together, scrub each other’s backs, and then exchange cheek kisses in the bathhouse afterward.”

“…FUCK!”

“Oh, right. To monitor everyone’s compliance, I’m going to install multiple cameras in the bathhouse. The cost will be deducted from your meal allowance. Don’t worry, I won’t sell the footage. I’ll just… use it a little, at most.”

“SCREW YOU!”

After tormenting the trainees, Duan Fei and Alemann didn’t spare the other staff members either.

All employees were gathered and forced to listen as Illusion Triss passionately announced his next plan.

The Magical Femboy Project.

Illusion Triss used this as an opportunity to unleash his XPs. He demanded that everyone write a script based on the framework of a love-hate struggle between a muscular magical femboy and tentacles.

At the same time, he also provided his own sample script.

That sample was basically the pure, distilled essence of perverted XPs melted down. The twisted kinks made everyone’s stomach churn.

Some people began to suspect that the Triss before them wasn’t the real Triss, but with Duan Fei’s help and prompting, Illusion Triss quickly convinced them that he was, in fact, Triss.

In just half a day, Duan Fei and Illusion Triss had utterly destroyed the real Triss’s reputation, turning him into an out-and-out pervert in everyone’s eyes.

That evening, when the real Triss returned, he found that the situation was completely off.

Knowing that their target was back, Duan Fei and Alemann made a swift exit.

Relying on his extraordinary escape Talent, Duan Fei led Alemann to find Jinghong, who had disengaged from combat. They then hid in the ducts and began to brew their next despicable plan.

And as for Triss, his ordeal had only just begun.