Is It Wrong for an Extra to Steal the Protagonist's Harem?-Chapter 69: Your maid is bullying me.

Lily pouted, her golden eyes flashing with disappointment, but her survival instincts clearly won out over her lust. She quickly pulled her maid uniform back on, smoothing out the wrinkles, leaned down to kiss me deeply on the lips, and hurried toward the door.

I reached for my shortsword on the desk, preparing to mentally brace myself for the Yandere’s arrival.

But I didn’t have to wait long.

As Lily reached for the brass doorknob and pulled it open, she froze in her tracks.

Standing perfectly still in the dimly lit hallway, illuminated only by the flickering magical sconces, was Emma.

She was wearing a pristine white nightgown that made her look like a literal angel descending from the heavens. Her blonde hair was brushed perfectly, falling over her shoulders. But the atmosphere around her was thick, suffocating, and dripping with an invisible, murderous mana.

"Lily?" Emma tilted her head to the side, her golden eyes curving into the most beautiful, charming, and utterly terrifying smile I had ever seen. "Ah. I see you are still alive."

It was the cruelest, most casual death threat delivered with the sweetness of a morning greeting.

Lily stiffened for a fraction of a second, but she was the Head Maid of the Edelhart household. She didn’t cower. In fact, her posture straightened, a confident, mocking smirk replacing her earlier panic.

"I see you have not changed, Lady Emma," Lily replied smoothly, stepping perfectly into the center of the doorway to block Emma’s path. "Still the same cynical style of speaking. It’s a miracle you haven’t bitten your own tongue and poisoned yourself."

Emma’s angelic smile twitched. Just a millimeter, but it was there.

"Well, someone has to look out for my dear Sir Alex," Emma said, her voice dripping with venomous sweetness. "I have to keep the filthy, perverted bimbos from taking advantage of my man while his memory is fuzzy."

As she spoke, Emma’s golden eyes darted downward, glaring furiously at Lily’s chest.

Next to Lily’s absurd, overflowing, gravity-defying proportions, Emma’s own chest—while decent—was decidedly modest. The sheer difference in sheer volume was a massive blow to the noble girl’s pride, and the jealousy radiated off her in waves of actual heat.

Seeing exactly where Emma’s eyes had dropped, Lily’s smirk widened into a predatory grin. She decided to go for the throat.

"Oh, what can I say?" Lily sighed dramatically, bringing her arms up and crossing them tightly beneath her massive breasts.

The motion violently pushed the heavy mounds of flesh upward, practically shoving her deep, impressive cleavage right into Emma’s face. The buttons of Lily’s maid uniform strained visibly against the sheer pressure.

"The young master just likes big things, you know?" Lily teased, her voice taking on a husky, mocking tone. "He is quite... fond of these. He can’t keep his hands off them."

SMACK.

The sound echoed sharply in the quiet room.

Emma hadn’t cast a spell. She had simply raised her hand and slapped Lily’s left breast with vicious, open-palmed force.

The impact sent a violent shockwave through the soft flesh. Lily’s massive breast wobbled and jiggled erratically, the heavy, pliant mounds bouncing up and down against her crossed arms like water balloons, the sheer volume of her chest making the kinetic rippling effect last for several mesmerizing seconds.

"Ouch!" Lily gasped, taking a half-step back, rubbing her stinging chest.

"You dairy cow," Emma hissed, her angelic mask completely shattering. Her golden eyes were wide, manic, and burning with homicidal rage. "I will take a pair of garden shears and cut those fat, ugly things you’re so proud of right off your chest!"

"Hah! You wish," Lily scoffed, recovering quickly. She didn’t draw a weapon; she drew a memory. She leaned forward, looking down at the furious noble girl.

"If you even harm a single hair on my head—let alone my body—I don’t think the Master will ever look at you again. Or have you conveniently forgotten what happened when you attacked the laundry maid five years ago?"

Emma froze. The color drained entirely from her face.

I watched from the bed, my mind piecing together the lore Lily had told me earlier.

How could she forget that? When Emma had threatened the servant, the original Alex had been so disgusted and horrified by her violent obsession that he had completely shunned her. He locked his doors, refused her letters, and wouldn’t even look at her during banquets. For a Yandere whose entire existence revolved around her target’s validation, that isolation was a fate worse than death. It had shattered her.

Emma’s hands began to tremble. Her fierce, murderous aura collapsed inward, replaced by a sudden, desperate vulnerability. She bit her lower lip so hard a drop of blood welled up.

"Huh," Emma huffed, turning her head away haughtily, though her voice was shaking. "I will deal with you later. I don’t want to foul my mood talking to the hired help."

Saying that, she violently shoved past Lily, rushing into the center of my bedroom.

Instead of leaving for the servants’ quarters, Lily simply laughed—a rich, triumphant sound. She stepped backward into the room and pushed the heavy oak door shut, turning the iron lock with a loud click.

Since they had already crossed paths and Emma had seen her in my room at night, there was no point in running away now. Besides, looking at the smug, victorious grin on Lily’s face, the maid was clearly having way too much fun tormenting the psychotic noble girl.

Emma stopped in the middle of the room, smoothing out her white nightgown, and looked at me sitting on the edge of the bed. Her golden eyes were instantly filled with tears, her lower lip trembling.

"Sir Alex..." she sniffled, looking like a kicked puppy. "Your maid is bullying me."

I rubbed my temples, feeling a massive headache coming on.

’Two fiercely devoted, heavily armed, jealous women locked in my bedroom at midnight,’ I thought, leaning back on my hands.