Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 18 (pt. 2)

Sylvie opened her eyes.

The room was dark.

She turned her head and checked the time.

[23:30]

She did not sleep.

No drunk man took off his pants and entered her room.

The door stayed tightly closed.

The outside was silent.

Today will pass soon.

Today was day 17.

By normal progress, she needed to sleep with a man.

If things didn’t go smoothly, everything would reset.

She did not know if it would happen this time.

She felt worried.

Her chest rose and fell slightly in the dark.

She did not want to reset.

This might not happen; maybe, or maybe not.

If it reset… she did not know if it would still be this woman next time.

[23:32]

The woman relaxed her expression.

Her slender hand propped her chin.

She smiled at her.

She didn’t look that much older, right? Sylvie frowned.

Before today, she probably never considered this.

After all, how should two women do it?

And most of the time, the woman seemed to have no other intention beyond admiring her beauty.

The development of events was the same yet different from before.

[23:34]

Did the woman have that thing? A man’s thing?

Why would a woman have a man’s thing?

She felt it was absurd but not that shocking.

After all, this endless resetting was already baffling enough.

Because the event never progressed, did the source of this farce simply swap her for someone else?

She thought of the woman’s panicked expression in the morning.

She felt the warm, firm touch under her hand.

She gripped it slightly.

The woman leaned against the wall.

That thing twitched slightly in her hand.

Her eye corners turned red.

She held back a sound.

She also thought of the day before in the fitting room.

The woman’s stiff expression came when she accidentally stood fully naked.

She looked very uneasy.

Why was she so awkward?

Did she react back then?

Sylvie sighed with some regret.

Why didn’t she look down and check then?

She somehow had a dream that day.

In the dream, she couldn’t control her body.

She saw herself climb onto the woman’s bed.

She stripped naked.

She spread her legs lewdly.

Her pvssy rubbed against the woman.

In the dream, the woman had a man’s c0ck.

Her eye corners turned red, cold yet seductive.

The c0ck grew slowly, hard and straight, looking somewhat cute.

The size was not cute.

Her pvssy dripped.

She hugged the woman’s neck.

She swallowed that thing down.

Why did she dream of this?

—

In the morning, she cleaned herself.

She checked the time.

It was already a bit late, but the woman still did not get up.

She walked over to knock on the door.

Her hand just lifted when the woman came out from inside.

She looked dazed and bumped into her.

Something hard poked her waist.

It hurt a bit.

She grabbed that thing instinctively.

The woman looked confused, then panicked.

She tried to push her away.

Her eye corners turned red, erotic and somewhat charming.

Her expression matched the dream.

If it was a woman, she didn’t seem to mind that much.

[23:40]

Sylvie stood at her room door.

[23:42]

She turned the knob and walked in.