Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 11

The next day, the weather turned bad and rain fell noisily.

Wei Qing leaned lazily on the windowsill, watched the drizzling lines outside, and yawned sleepily.

“It’s kind of cold,” she said, noticing the slight goosebumps on her skin.

“…”

Sylvie glanced at her arm and asked, “Do you want to put on a jacket?”

“Nah, I’m too lazy to wear much at home,” Wei Qing replied casually.

She closed the window, and stretched slowly.

She glanced at the person behind her and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

The little girl’s affection level had crept up to around 30 over the past few days.

Wei Qing felt a bit too idle at home.

It didn’t matter before, but now she teased the girl a couple of times when she had nothing to do.

She almost felt the excitement of playing a nurturing game.

Teasing such an obedient, pretty kid was the most fun… hehe.

She turned around and naturally patted the girl’s head.

“You care about me, huh, kid?” she said with a smirk, feeling pleased.

The rain continued for two days.

On the third day, the sunny weather was especially nice.

The sunlight shone brightly, the air felt fresh, and the ground had little dampness left.

…

Character: Sylvie

Time: The tenth day of living together (morning)

Mood: Normal

Health: 47 (old injuries, stomach issues, malnutrition, low bl00d sugar…)

Affection Level: 39 (you two are slightly familiar)

Killing Intent: 10 (the chance of her killing you is low)

Depravity Level: ? (to be unlocked)

Fragment Capture: …

For some reason, the affection level had stuck at 39 for two days.

Wei Qing wondered briefly, changed into new clothes, and tossed a jacket to Sylvie.

“You wear this,” she said.

“…”

Sylvie held the clothes, her expression unchanged as she watched the woman rummage through the closet.

Wei Qing took off her top, revealing a black tank top, her slim waist, and fair skin on her back that flashed boldly before she quickly changed into another shirt.

It happened smoothly and quickly.

Sylvie closed her eyes briefly, stayed silent for a moment, and lifted her hand.

She picked up the jacket Wei Qing had thrown her and sniffed it lightly, her small nose twitching slightly.

… No particular smell.

Sylvie put on the jacket, the long-sleeved thin fabric covering the deep red marks criss crossing her arms.

“Nice.”

Wei Qing said while turning back to look her up and down with a somewhat smug smile.

“Good thing I have lots of clothes.”

“Let’s go,” the woman said, putting on a black beret, tucking her dark hair behind her ears, and revealing her refined features.

She hummed a pleasant tune Sylvie hadn’t heard before.

Sylvie shifted slightly, and the woman grabbed her, saying, “Wait.”

A small shadow fell over Sylvie’s head.

She looked up instinctively, feeling something press onto her head.

Wei Qing casually placed a half-clipped sun hat with a hollowed-out center on her.

“Now we’re good,” Wei Qing said, smiling with satisfaction.

“…”

Wei Qing’s actions felt so natural that Sylvie let her adjust the hat, pulling the brim lower.

She followed the woman’s black skirt hem as they left.

—

Wei Qing had explored the area thoroughly when she first arrived.

This was a commercial street with a handmade bakery, dessert shop, coffee shop, bookstore, and a grocery store a bit farther away.

As they passed a shop, Sylvie’s gaze fixed on a sliced strawberry cake in a semi-transparent display.

The creamy texture and pink-white color looked quite tempting.

She glanced at it twice.

The person in front stopped suddenly.

A shadow loomed closer.

Sylvie’s pupils trembled slightly, but she stood still.

Her nose was barely a fist’s distance from the woman’s hair.

She had been distracted but stopped in time and stepped back slightly.

“What’s wrong, master?” she asked softly, calming her slightly racing heartbeat.

Wei Qing had stopped abruptly, and due to inertia, her dark hair lightly brushed Sylvie’s jaw.

A faint, familiar woody scent lingered in Sylvie’s nose.

“Don’t call me that outside,” the woman said, turning sideways to pat Sylvie’s head and ruffling it casually.

She glanced at the passersby on the street, coughed twice, looked a bit guilty, and added quietly, “It’s kinda embarrassing… calling me ‘master’ in public.”

“…” Sylvie’s eyes showed a rare hint of surprise.

Then she thought, was this woman getting more comfortable ruffling her head?

The woman said nothing more and turned toward the cake shop.

Sylvie followed, noticing they were heading exactly that way.

Her expression shifted slightly, feeling puzzled.

Was it really… a coincidence?

She pushed down her doubts.

“Then what should I call you?” Sylvie asked, looking at her back.

“Whatever you want,” the woman replied without turning, walking gracefully ahead.

“Auntie, sister, mom? Which do you like? I don’t mind, any work,” Wei Qing said.

“…”

Sylvie stayed silent for a long moment.

After a while, she decided it didn’t matter if it was a coincidence or not.

—

“Hello, welcome!”

The cake shop clerk, a young girl with some freckles and a high bun, greeted them.

Wei Qing glanced at her.

Sylvie’s eyes lingered on the display case.

Wei Qing smirked and muttered to herself, “What should I get… chocolate or strawberry? This yellow one looks good too.”

“The yellow one is mango-flavored, ma’am! You have great taste! The chocolate is delicious, and these are some of our best sellers,” the clerk said enthusiastically, starting to introduce them.

“Alright, I’ll take a chocolate one… and an iced latte,” Wei Qing said.

She touched her chin.

The wide brim of her white sun hat hid the girl’s expression, but Sylvie’s head seemed to lower slightly.

Wei Qing felt satisfied and chuckled inwardly.

The weather was great today, and they rarely went out, which sparked a rare mischievous streak in her.

She vaguely remembered this part.

The little girl wanted that strawberry cake.

In the game, during their first outing, there was a scene: Sylvie couldn’t take her eyes off the pink strawberry cake behind the glass counter, thinking it must be delicious… with a whole chunk of inner monologue.

Wei Qing recalled it as they passed by.

Since they were out, why not buy it?

It was no big deal getting the girl a little cake.

That said, teasing her a bit was still fun.

“Anything else, ma’am?” the clerk asked.

“No, that’s it,” Wei Qing replied.

“Wait… add a strawberry one too,” she said at the last moment while paying, brushing her hair back and sighing dramatically, lamenting how fickle she was.

Sylvie looked up, her eyes brightening slightly.

Her head tilted, following the clerk’s hands as they picked up the pink-and-white creamy slice.

The woman chatted with the clerk.

“Takeout?” the clerk asked.

“No, we’ll eat here,” Wei Qing said.

“Which flavor do you want, Sylvie?” the woman asked, lifting Sylvie’s hat brim with her finger.

The light brightened.

Sylvie instinctively held her hat to keep it from falling.

The woman paused, let out a soft laugh, and flicked a few strands of Sylvie’s loose hair.

Sylvie stared at the pink-and-white cake, feeling her heart race faster.

Her lips moved, and she said softly, “…Strawberry.”