Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 1
June 21; the morning was clear and not too hot.
The sun just peeked out slowly.
The bedroom had a gray-white tone.
The air carried a woman’s low panting sounds softly.
The soft white bed sheet was slightly wrinkled.
The woman’s face was unclear; she lay on her side in the middle.
Her long, black hair stuck to her face.
Her nightgown was messy.
Her bare legs curled slightly.
One hand moved slowly between her thighs.
The woman had a great figure.
Her thin red dress contrasted with her exposed skin vividly.
The visual effect was striking.
Her body shifted slightly.
She tilted her long neck upward.
The corners of her narrow eyes turned red faintly.
“Hmm…”
The woman’s fingers were inside her pvssy hole; it squeezed out some cloudy liquid excitedly.
…
Wei Qing washed her hands thoroughly.
She opened the window slowly.
She brewed herself a cup of tea leisurely.
She stayed in this place for three months already.
The pampered Miss Wei died suddenly.
She opened her eyes and arrived in this strange, unknown place.
There were no smartphones or entertainment activities.
The era felt chaotic.
The streets bustled with traffic.
The buildings resembled the quaint style of Western countries from the last century.
People’s clothing looked somewhat like the Republic of China era.
Most people were white, with high noses and various eye colors.
Occasionally, she saw some dressed in non-mainstream, punk girl, or beggar-like rags, blending cross-era elements oddly.
The owner of her body ran a private clinic.
Luckily, it matched Wei Qing’s profession.
She wasn’t highly skilled, but she worked in a proper hospital for over half a year competently.
At least she didn’t have to close the clinic in ignorance immediately.
When she graduated, she was full of passion.
Her family wanted her to study abroad, but she refused stubbornly.
They indulged her and donated money to the hospital where she was interned.
They let the young miss enjoy herself fully.
After her internship, the director confirmed her permanent position immediately with an overly warm smile.
The enthusiastic Miss Wei worked diligently at the hospital for nearly half a year.
When she grew bored, she returned home and lived as a second-generation heiress comfortably.
In the main bedroom on the first floor, Wei Qing found the body owner’s photo and diary.
The diary recorded some patients’ visit dates and cases briefly.
She flipped through it roughly.
The thin medical record spanned nearly two years from the first entry to the latest.
The most recent entry was half a month ago.
Wei Qing thought: Was business this bad?
Her second thought: How did it not go bankrupt with such poor business?
Magically, it wasn’t a body-swap.
Her body’s appearance resembled her original look by seventy or eighty percent.
Her skin was very fair.
Her light brown eyes were long and slightly upturned, looking somewhat charming.
Her nose was straight, and her lips were soft.
Wei Qing sighed.
She genuinely thought her face looked pretty nice.
She felt both unfamiliar and a bit excited then.
Wei Qing hadn’t examined her face so closely in a long time.
The person in the mirror had fair skin, red lips, and captivating eyes.
She seemed like Wei Qing, yet not quite.
After staring, it felt like there wasn’t much difference; both were great beauties anyway.
Wei Qing pinched her face and smiled happily.
She returned to the bedroom and changed clothes.
The bedroom’s decor was bland, overly simple.
The walls were stark white, the light was plain, and there was one bed, one table, and one wardrobe.
Every time she scanned the room, she felt a bit down.
Wei Qing frowned, her expression gloomy.
Even with a face seventy percent similar, the original doctor in the photo had an upright demeanor and stern expression.
Despite no change in clothing, the vibe was still very different.
She hoped the body’s owner had no close friends or family.
She wasn’t good at acting.
Well, that wasn’t too important.
The one thing Wei Qing couldn’t accept most was this: despite her young, beautiful face, her body had– uh?
…Damn, it was hard to say.
It wasn’t just decorative.
It could actually get hard.
Why didn’t they just make her a man outright?
What was especially horrifying was sometimes, in the morning, when she opened her eyes to the first rays of sunlight, she saw the blanket tented up.
It came with a strange feeling in her lower abdomen.
She knew what this physiological phenomenon was called.
Wei Qing just never imagined it would relate to her.
She rolled her eyes gloomily.
For this face, so like her own, and this extra thing, she only wanted to say one word—
Fvck!
She initially tried cold water to calm it down.
After several failed attempts that left her uncomfortable, she laughed in frustration.
She gritted her teeth and eyed the kitchen.
Of course, she didn’t act on the idea of chopping it off.
The young miss propped her chin and pondered life sadly.
She was grown, and though she never tried it herself… hadn’t she seen it in action?
Compared to the organs in the adult films her friends showed her, hers wasn’t ugly.
Its size was quite impressive.
Plus, with a bit of curiosity—yes, a mindset of “since it’s like this, might as well try”—she went for it.
She gripped the thing reluctantly.
Then Wei Qing unlocked a new world’s door.
She stared at the sticky stuff in her hand, shocked and uneasy.
That feeling was indeed much better than cold water.
Still, she mostly chose cold water.
Wei Qing snapped back to reality.
She looked in the mirror and curved her eyes charmingly.
“Hmph,” she says.
Wei Qing nodded satisfactorily.
Yes, at least her face was still hers.
She stepped forward, planning to fry an egg.
Later, she would go for a walk to pass her boring day.
Goddamn, she missed her phone terribly.
Just then, a rhythmic knock sounded at the door—
“Knock, knock, knock…”
Wei Qing paused her steps.
She blinked slowly, very surprised.
What the hell? No patient was scheduled today.
This private clinic used a booking system.
She certainly didn’t know anyone familiar enough to visit unannounced.
She glanced at the bright daylight outside.
She blinked again.
Good, it was broad daylight.
She opened the door calmly.