Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 17 (pt. 1)

Wei Qing opened her eyes, her whole body sweated.

She stared blankly for a while.

Her hand reached down; it felt wet and sticky, something hard stood up.

Wei Qing pinched herself in panic, she didn’t control her strength well.

The pain made her groan for a while.

Heat flowed downward, the sensation in her lower abdomen felt strange and unbearable.

She closed her eyes again, buried her whole head inside the blanket.

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Character: Sylvie

Age: 18 [New]

Mood: Normal

Time: Day 17 (Morning)

Health: 55 (Old injuries, stomach issues…)

Affection: 70 (She won’t refuse most of your requests)

Killing Intent: 0 (You are very safe)

Lust Value: ? (To be unlocked)

Captured Fragment: [Why…?]

[ Task: Today is Sylvie’s coming-of-age day, please help the heroine complete her first time~
Reward: 10,000 yuan or 10 random mysterious small gifts~ ] [ To be completed ]

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Wei Qing’s eyes went black, she almost suffocated in the blanket.

Her hand trembled, her eyes darkened, her mind floated between self-castration and not doing it.

She lay flat in shock for a while.

It only said there was this task, so if she didn’t do it, it should be fine, right?

It wasn’t mandatory anyway.

She didn’t want this ten thousand bucks.

Wei Qing’s head came out from the blanket.

She covered her face, shielded her eyes.

Her face showed a lingering fear of surviving a disaster.

It felt too scary, how could she have such a dream?

That thing down there still stood hard, it carried leftover sensations from the dream.

It got erect, the underwear tightened some; it stuck to wet, sticky fabric.

It felt uncomfortable.

She climbed out of bed.

One thought filled her mind.

She needed to go to the bathroom, rinse it off, solve it.

She really got scared, her head felt dizzy.

Sitting up made it worse, her temples throbbed uncomfortably, she pushed the door, walked out.

She didn’t notice someone standing at the door.

Sylvie stood at the door.

Her hand just lifted to knock when the door suddenly opened from inside.

She looked surprised, her lips moved, “Master…”

The woman seemed lost in thought.

Her gaze met her, but her body didn’t react, still collided fully with her.

“Ugh,” Wei Qing groaned in pain, instinctively hugging her in her arms.

She froze completely, realized something.

The erect thing below hit the girl’s hip bone, it sent some sharp pain.

Sylvie’s mind went blank too.

The incoming heat wrapped her.

The woman’s body felt soft, her arm rested across her waist, something hard pressed against her lower belly.

She looked at the woman’s panicked, slightly red face, her hand already reached down instinctively.

Wei Qing’s heartbeat stopped for a moment, she quickly let go, instinctively wanting to push her away.

Sylvie lowered her head, her hand already gripping precisely this thing that suddenly poked her waist.

It felt hot, bouncy, and a long strip.

“…”

Wei Qing’s body stiffened completely, it felt like someone grabbed her lifeline.

Sylvie blinked her eyes, the touch under her hand came through the woman’s skirt fabric.

It felt very strange, hard but not that hard, somewhat warm, it pushed the cloth up a lot.

Her hand moved instinctively.

The woman’s breathing got heavier at once, she leaned on the wall nearby, she looked somewhat unsteady.

“Stop…”

Wei Qing tried to stop her.

She looked confused for a while, stared at the bulging outline for a long time.

She seemed to think about something, then she suddenly smiled.

Her gray-blue eyes curved, she tilted her head toward her, her voice sounded cool.

“Master, why do you have this kind of thing?”

Wei Qing opened her mouth, this sentence made her waist and legs go weak, her gaze scattered, her eyelids trembled, a huge sense of social death covered her.

“I, you first… let go”

Sylvie never saw her with this expression.

The woman’s nose tip looked red, her eye corners stretched long and upturned, sweat wet her forehead some, her nightgown hung messily, the skewed collar revealed most of her snow-white, straight collarbone.

… This person usually looked casual, but never let herself lose composure even a bit.

Her hand moved slightly.

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

She tilted her head, her gaze stayed on the woman’s face for a while, then moved down, explored below her collarbone.

Her br3asts looked obvious, round and full.

… No matter how you looked, it seemed a superior female appearance.

Sylvie slowly ruled out the chance she was a man, her initial stiffness turned into a weird sense of relief.

Wei Qing breathed deeply for a while.

She finally steadying her voice, it carried some desperate shame and anger, “Let go of me.”

“You…” Sylvie opened her mouth.

“None of your business.”

Wei Qing interrupted her, annoyed and ashamed.

The woman’s gaze avoided her, her face turned to one side.

Her long eyelashes trembled, her voice sounded stern but restrained.

“…” Sylvie’s lips curved slightly, almost unnoticeably.

She looked at the woman for a while.

Wei Qing felt her gaze seemed strange.

She didn’t know what she thought, but she slowly let go.

Wei Qing quickly pushed her away, rushed into the bathroom.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long time, rinsed that thing until it softened, dawdled, took a shower, then came out.

She stood at the door, pretended to be calm, glanced outside, no one stayed in the living room.

The breakfast sat prepared on the table.

Her body relaxed slightly, she thought she probably went back to her room.

She pressed her forehead, finally cursed weakly, “…What a melodramatic plot.”