Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 19 (pt. 1)

The curtains did not close tightly; some faint moonlight came from outside the window.

The woman on the bed lay on her side.

She slept deeply.

This person always wore whatever she wanted at home.

The night already felt a bit cool.

The woman wore a light black camisole; it covered the white softness of her chest.

From Sylvie’s view, she saw her skin and slim waist.

The woman looked very obedient while sleeping.

Her long hair was a bit messy.

The blanket only covered her stomach shallowly.

Her full chest rose and fell slightly.

A faint, even breathing sound came from her.

She stared at Wei Qing’s face for a while, then she looked down.

Her clothes were too thin; they barely covered the fullness of her chest; it almost spilled out.

Her eyelids twitched twice.

She quickly looked away.

The blanket covered the abdomen; it completely hid any movement or shape underneath.

It seemed like the morning was just a dream.

But… how could she believe it was a dream?

The sweet taste of the cake from the evening still lingered clearly.

She thought again about why this person had that thing.

She remembered the feeling when she grabbed it in the morning.

Her brows wrinkled unconsciously.

But the woman’s panicked expression made her feel less shocked.

It was long.

The temperature felt higher than other parts. It was hard.

The woman leaned against the wall weakly then.

Her eye corners turned red.

Her annoyed and embarrassed look made people want to laugh.

Sylvie stood by the bed.

She thought and moved at the same time.

Her clothes slid off her slim body.

Soon, she stripped herself naked.

Faint moonlight hit her body.

Dark red scars twisted like centipedes on her arms and torso.

She looked at herself quietly.

She frowned while examining, but she still climbed onto the bed carefully.

She lay side by side with the woman.

A faint scent from the woman’s body surrounded her slowly.

Sylvie pulled the blanket up gently.

She held her breath slightly. It covered both of them.

The unspoken shame in her heart faded a little.

She looked at the woman’s sleeping face.

Her features were delicate.

Her eyelashes curled.

She slept deeply.

She felt hesitant again.

She stared at Wei Qing’s face and spaced out.

A man’s face flashed in her mind.

The clothing store owner’s eyes glowed green that day; it was like the huge ring on the merchant’s hand each time she restarted.

Sylvie licked her teeth slowly.

Her heartbeat sped up unconsciously.

She stared at Wei Qing’s face closely.

She thought about how to start.

Her hand reached down.

She searched for the position of that thing.

She feared the person would wake up too fast, so her movements stayed light.

She first touched the woman’s leg.

The smooth, bare texture made her hand feel weak.

She stiffened for a moment.

Her hand moved up and finally felt some fabric.

Sylvie frowned; she felt a bit nervous.

Her hand rested lightly over it.

A soft, bulging shape was there.

Her movement froze for a while.

The woman still slept deeply.

She increased her strength a little.

Her fingertips rubbed it gently.

That thing seemed to twitch slightly, but it stayed still.

Sylvie grew bolder.

After touching for a while, she even dared to pinch it.

It felt soft; the elasticity was excellent.

The woman’s brows suddenly moved.

A soft hum came from her mouth.

Sylvie stopped her hand quickly.

Her eyes watched the person in front of her.

She felt nervous.

That thing seemed to rise a bit from her playing.

But it was a false alarm.

The woman seemed to have some dream.

Sylvie poked her face gently.

She sat up.

She thought and pulled the blanket off both of them; it exposed their bodies.

She adjusted her position and looked at the slight bulge between the woman’s legs.