The Beauty of Damnation

In which a general is in need of a secretary, yet for some reason, no one is satisfactory; no matter what man he chooses, they just refuse to perform adequately.

"Oi, I heard there's a position open, can I join?"

Then, a new arrival appears, and not only are they the perfect assistant he's been waiting for... but also a woman?!
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"Are you a woman?"

Unblinking silver stared up into the general's narrowed eyes, the beautiful face devoid of emotion.

"No."
"Then what of your face?"
"You've never seen a pretty boy before? You ought to get out of the rock you've been living under—even if it is a nice one."
"... What of your physique—"
"Not my fault I was damned with a thinner bone structure. Besides, what commoner can eat properly in the heaven forsaken kingdom."

The general's mouth and brow furrowed in annoyance; he knew the "boy" in front of him was a woman, yet here she was, shamelessly saying otherwise.

"Take off your shirt. If you're really not a woman, then—"
"Alright."

And just like that, she began to pull off her shirt.

"W-Wait a second, what are you—have some propriety, I—"
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