Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 21 (pt. 1)

Wei Qing held her head and felt some pain there.

Her brain seemed like it broke after a hangover, and pain started faintly from deep inside.

Her body also felt strangely weak.

… Especially her waist; it hurt a lot.

Oh right, what did she plan to do today?

She needed to work.

“Tina… dessert shop…”

Wei Qing mumbled unconsciously.

When she looked up, her breath stopped slightly.

She covered her chest slowly and sighed long.

“That scared me… When did you stand there?”

Her fingers ran through her messy long hair, and her voice sounded faint.

The bedroom door stood open.

The girl stood outside.

The bright living room, lit by sunlight, glowed behind her.

When Wei Qing looked at her, the girl curved her eyes.

“You didn’t get up for a long time, so I came to check,” Sylvie says.

…

Wei Qing glanced at the clock instinctively.

She woke up late again?

[9:27]

… She remembered clearly that she slept early yesterday.

“Can I come in, Master?” Sylvie tilts her head.

“Come in?”

Wei Qing combed her hair with her hand and looked up.

“Come in to do what?”

The girl stood naturally, her eyes innocent.

Wei Qing widened her eyes slightly.

When Sylvie stopped, Wei Qing looked up at her. “I… That was a question, right?”

Her voice sounded confused.

“Yes,” Sylvie replies.

She stands by the bed and looks at Wei Qing.

“You said that sentence? It is.”

“…”

Wei Qing’s expression grew more confused.

She wondered if they misunderstood each other.

It didn’t matter if Sylvie came in or not, but… never mind.

“What’s wrong?” Wei Qing asks.

“You look a bit pale, and I worry,” Sylvie says.

Worry appeared in her eyes, and her thin eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh, really? Maybe I had a nightmare…”

Wei Qing touched her face instinctively.

The girl leaned down slightly.

Her hand rested naturally on Wei Qing’s forehead.

Wei Qing froze a little and looked up in surprise.

Soon, her gaze caught something impossible to ignore.

This person didn’t wear the clothes bought yesterday.

She still wore Wei Qing’s nightgown, loose on the fragile girl’s body.

When Sylvie leaned down, the neckline dropped.

The soft, round shape inside showed.

She wore no bra.

Her small br3asts, two little mounds, looked very white.

Pink n1pples sat on top.

.. Something flashed in Wei Qing’s mind.

Her breath paused.

She leaned back, her hands supporting her.

Wait… maybe it wasn’t a nightmare?

Sylvie’s hand paused.

Her voice sounded soft.

A tiny smile seemed to flicker in her misty blue eyes.

“Master, don’t dodge,” Sylvie says.

Wei Qing’s body stiffened a bit.

She watches as Sylvie presses one knee on the bed and leans down.

The back of Sylvie’s hand touches Wei Qing’s forehead again.

The cool hand rested on her forehead.

Wei Qing’s eyes dared not move down.

She looked only at the person in front of her.

Those misty blue eyes gazed at her intently.

After a while, the girl tilted her head slightly.

Her silver long hair fell like silk.

“No fever… that’s good,” Sylvie says.

She smiled in relief, and her eyes sparkled.

Wei Qing also sighed in relief.

“Master?” Sylvie says.

“Yes?” Wei Qing replies.

“Why did your face turn red?” Sylvie asks.

“The blanket made me hot,” Wei Qing says.

Sylvie looks at her thoughtfully.

“Since you have no fever…”

“Today, you also…?” Sylvie asks.

“What?” Wei Qing replies.

Sylvie’s gaze moves down.

“Did you get hard?”

Wei Qing’s brain buzzed loudly.

Her pupils trembled as she looked at Sylvie.

“You got hard yesterday, then woke up late. Today, too,” Sylvie says.

What are you saying?!

Can you say such things so calmly?

The fragile girl looked at her and seemed to think for a moment.

Her eyes softened, and her thin red lips parted slightly.

Wet, soft, and caring.

“… Need my help?” Sylvie asks.

…

Wei Qing was full of panic; she pushed her out.

Then she lifted the blanket and looked at her organ, which had no reaction before but now rose slightly.

She breathed deeply a few times, calmed her heart, and closed her eyes.