Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 22 (pt. 1)

Wei Qing felt dizzy and overwhelmed by Sylvie’s blunt and bold words.

Her emotions swung so much that she even sensed a sudden absurdity.

She already had a guess—you absolutely dreamed too and tried to hide it—but, good girl, did you have to say it so directly?

The person under her blinked her eyes.

Her once gentle expression even showed some pleasure.

Wei Qing’s eyelids twitched.

She didn’t figure out the meaning yet.

After blinking twice, she looked at the girl.

Sylvie’s eyes looked pretty, her thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she gazed at Wei Qing innocently.

Sylvie seemed not to understand Wei Qing’s reaction.

Her eyes showed confusion, but she stayed obedient.

“…Master?” Sylvie mumbles unclearly.

Her soft lips rubbed against Wei Qing’s palm during a small struggle.

Some wet, warm breath came out between her lips.

…!

“…”

Wei Qing got scared and released her hand.

Strange, too strange.

She panted heavily and tried to sit down.

Someone grabbed her wrist in return.

Wei Qing looked at Sylvie, confused.

The hand holding her felt slightly cool.

Sylvie smiled at her, her voice soft.

She pulled out a wet wipe and wiped Wei Qing’s palm slowly.

“Master, I ate food, and my mouth has oil, dirty,” Sylvie says.

Her eyes looked gentle, her movements soft, obedient, and caring.

… It seemed like the person who said those words earlier wasn’t her.

“How do you now…”

Wei Qing muttered completely instinctively.

Really strange, an indescribable strangeness.

Her mood felt indescribably complex now.

She looked at Sylvie and felt odd, everything odd.

She started a sentence but didn’t know what to say.

Her fingers gripped uncomfortably.

She frowned and felt pulling back her words might seem stranger.

She let Sylvie wipe her hand completely, somehow.

“Master, what do you want to say?” Sylvie asks.

The silver-haired girl put Wei Qing’s hand down and tilted her head to look at her.

Wei Qing glanced at her hand awkwardly, picked up her chopsticks again, and frowned bitterly.

“…Never mind, nothing,” Wei Qing says.

Sylvie then curved her lips.

—

She truly felt pleasure.

This pleasure started when she opened her eyes this morning and saw the familiar setting.

It grew stronger when she casually pushed open her room door and saw the sleeping person.

She stood at the door for a long time, until the woman woke up.

The woman’s reaction and that hesitant question also confirmed many things for Sylvie.

For example—whether the woman had awareness yesterday or not, it seemed likely she didn’t, because she apparently thought it was a dream.

Maybe Sylvie’s external actions in reality influenced it too, but it also showed the woman already had some thoughts like that, so she dreamed such content.

Deeper things didn’t matter much.

Because what did the woman mutter then: How again…? Again what? You even dreamed this more than once?

Looking back on their short daily interactions, the reason came easily.

That day in the fitting room, Sylvie’s naked body accidentally showed in front of the woman.

They squeezed in a small space.

Warm yellow light lit the woman’s shocked, slightly lost expression.

The next day, Sylvie unexpectedly found the woman had that thing, a c0ck-like hard object trembling in her hand.

Did the woman dream of her that night too?

That kind of dream?

Did she get hard in the dream because of Sylvie?

Did the woman feel something for her body?

No matter what feeling, this was enough.

—

After breakfast, the time reached past 10.

Wei Qing thought about the hassle and need for lunch.

She quickly decided to take Sylvie out, but not now.

Wei Qing returned to her room and lay down.

She took some time to study the panel.

She stared at the last line of text for a while, troubled, and muttered in her mind, “Can I trade the reward for 8,000 yuan and two spins?”

The facts now told her the potion worked by accident and proved useful.

She felt maybe she could try two more uncertain things, but not completely uncertain.

After a long time with no response, Wei Qing gave up.

She closed her eyes, rolled her eyes, and cursed the system panel.

Then, 10,000 yuan.