Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 12 (pt. 2)

Unfortunately, the clothing store was closed today.

Wei Qing’s plan to buy everything at once fell through.

“Was there a clothing store here before?” she asked, touching her chin.

Sylvie glanced at her, her gray-blue eyes a bit misty.

Wei Qing felt she understood her meaning.

—You’re asking me?

Wei Qing found it oddly funny, held her forehead, and stifled a laugh.

Alright then.

So, did she have to unlock things one by one?

In the game, the first outing unlocked the dessert shop, and the second was the clothing store or something, right?

There was also a nighttime clothing store and other places.

How did it work that the same shop sold different things day and night?

Normal clothes during the day, then at night they switched to lingerie or something?

… This shop owner worked hard to make money.

Wei Qing’s hand paused on her forehead, and she felt a sudden sense of admiration.

—

They went to the farmers’ market next, ate lunch somewhere, and planned to buy some groceries.

Wei Qing didn’t usually cook.

This place was a bit far from where she lived, so it was her first time here.

Her eyes widened, and she felt shocked.

The crowd bustled, and the lively atmosphere was strong.

Before or now, she had never been to a place like this.

The ground had some vegetable scraps and trash.

Outside the market, vendors’ stalls lined up tightly, filled with life, their calls rising one after another.

“Hey, flatbreads, flatbreads!”

“Miss, come take a look…”

“Handmade tofu pudding, handmade tofu pudding…”

…

“So many people,” Wei Qing said, her face full of curiosity. “There’s so much stuff for sale here.”

“You’ve never been here before?” Sylvie asked, glancing at her.

“Nope, it’s too far. I’m too lazy to come,” Wei Qing replied.

She quickly walked to a stall, eagerly paid, and joined a short line as the crowd grew.

Then she stuffed a warm flatbread into Sylvie’s hands.

“…”

Sylvie stared silently at the flatbread for a moment.

If she remembered correctly, they had just eaten lunch not long ago, right?

“The owner even gave me one for free. Nice guy,” Wei Qing said.

She praised the vendor casually, her gaze shifting, then fixed on another spot.

She pulled Sylvie over to a stall surrounded by people, white steam rising from the middle, selling something unknown.

“Guess what they’re selling here,” Wei Qing said.

Sylvie glanced at her, stayed silent, and didn’t want to guess.

“…”

Wei Qing laughed and ruffled her head. “Alright, don’t lose it,” she said.

She moved closer to the stall herself.

Sylvie looked up, watching her tall, slim figure, which stood out in the crowd.

Some eyes focused on her.

The woman might have noticed but didn’t care, her expression relaxed and carefree.

This person often teased her when they were together, but now showed the ease of someone who grew up in a privileged environment, unfazed even with many eyes on her.

She found a spot, glanced inside, and nodded with satisfaction, standing elegantly even while observing.

Sylvie watched her back and got lost in thought.

Compared to a doctor, her appearance and personality seemed more like a pampered rich girl who grew up without worries.

Why did she talk like that sometimes?

She didn’t need to consider others’ feelings.

Everyone liked her and indulged her, even when she was overly blunt.

Sylvie noticed the gazes on the woman, lifted her head, and coldly met a few sticky stares.

**

“Ugh, I’m exhausted,” Wei Qing said, collapsing onto the sofa and rubbing her legs.

Their day’s haul was two big bags of stuff, though Sylvie carried the heavier one.

Sylvie had planned to carry both, but the woman dramatically hesitated, then refused, saying it would draw attention and make her look like she was abusing a minor.

“…I’m an adult,” Sylvie said.

“Huh? You’re an adult?” Wei Qing asked.

She looked surprised, unsure if she believed it, then seemed to think of something, showing a thoughtful expression.

Sylvie lowered her eyes to her clothes’ hem, a hint of confusion in her gaze.

Well, not really.

After blurting it out, she realized it wasn’t quite right. She couldn’t clearly remember her age.

Why had she said that?

Maybe… she didn’t want the woman to underestimate her?

…

Character: Sylvie

[—Extracted keyword, Age: 17 (new)]

Mood: Happy

Time: The tenth day of living together (evening)

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

Affection Level: 50 (your relationship is pretty good)

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

Depravity Level: ? (to be unlocked)

Fragment Capture: She… is very pretty

“…?”

Extracted keyword… that works? Pretty advanced.

“Finally happy for once,” Wei Qing said, sighing in the dark, then couldn’t help but laugh and rub her eyes.

“…17, still a minor, huh?” she said.

Her breathing slowed, sleepiness settling in, and her mind replayed some daytime scenes.

…

She leaned closer, the girl’s misty blue eyes reflecting her face, trembling slightly, a faint blush seeming to rise under her pressure.

“You… are very beautiful, the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” Sylvie said.

Her soft voice was so cute it made Wei Qing’s ears tingle.