Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 24 (pt. 1)

Sylvie tilted her head, her eyelashes slightly lowered.

She gazed at the person in front of her, somewhat distracted.

Wei Qing was puzzled; she noticed the person who had been quiet since earlier and remained so until now, turned back, and stopped to wait for her.

Sylvie’s gaze wandered, and she saw the waistline of the person who had paused ahead.

She instinctively stopped as well, and realized during her moment of clarity that she was still extremely close to this person.

“…”

Wei Qing glanced at her, speechless yet amused.

“Watch the road, why, you almost bumped into me,” Wei Qing says.

“Why did you buy these?” Sylvie raises her eyes and looks at her.

“Why? No way, for you to use,” Wei Qing paused for a moment, let out a very puzzled hum, and said.

“Isn’t it obvious, were you thinking about this the whole time?” her voice sounds faint.

It was obvious, just that Sylvie didn’t dare to confirm it.

Sylvie stayed silent for a while, and her gaze glanced at a faintly winding deep red mark on her wrist.

More old scars hid beneath her clothes.

“It’s expensive, Master, it’s not worth it,” Sylvie says.

She was just a slave, after all.

She didn’t know if this person knew… this price could even buy a healthy, labor-capable slave in the underground market or from some nobles.

Three jars, three slaves.

Just for the scars on her body?

“Uh… it’s actually not bad,” Wei Qing touched her chin, not catching the meaning behind her words, and said.

“If the effect is as good as he said, eight thousand isn’t really expensive, just that one jar feels a bit small, might not be enough, so I bought two more just in case,” Wei Qing says.

After all, Wei Qing compared the prices on both sides and genuinely didn’t think it was expensive for something of this nature.

She thought of the skincare products from her previous life, some specially customized, costing tens of thousands for a set.

Whether it was skincare or medicine, or anything for accidental injuries or wellness, the expensive ones indeed had high prices, but the effects were genuinely good.

Especially this one, which, according to the merchant, had absolutely remarkable effects.

She suspected it was probably some kind of magical ointment with game-like settings, like the kind that makes scars disappear when applied, which would make it not expensive at all.

The woman’s voice sounded relaxed, and her attitude toward this matter seemed somewhat casual, perhaps not even considering anything about slaves.

Her slender fingers touched her chin, showing an expression as if she recalled something with a sigh.

Sylvie fell silent.

But it seemed so, she realized.

This woman always seemed like this.

She was always casually kind to people.

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Sylvie came out of the bathroom, wearing underwear and panties.

Her hair carried the dampness of a hasty wipe, still somewhat wet and draped behind her.

The sky had darkened a bit, the girl’s pupils looked misty as she gazed over.

Her face was very pale, with a slight flush from the steam, a deep red scar circled her right collarbone.

Her wrist and arm on one side, her waistline slender, and a patch of deep red marks on her side waist.

Thin whip marks, some cigarette burns, and large areas of thin scabs from broken skin were clearly visible at a glance.

The female lead’s eyelashes still held water droplets, dense enough to retain them.

“Master,” the girl looks at her, softly calls out, and blinks her eyes, causing the trace of moisture to slide down her slightly red eye corner.

… The whole scene felt oddly erotic.

Wei Qing inexplicably sighed, and those strange feelings that had surfaced since they returned home not long ago seemed to resurface.

“Come here, I’ll apply the medicine for you,” Wei Qing says.

The girl walks toward her, sits down beside her, and Wei Qing glances at her, suppressing the discomfort in her heart.

“Too close, aren’t you?” Wei Qing says.

“Oh,” Sylvie says.

The girl scoots her butt a little to the side.

She twists open the jar, scrapes out a bit with her fingertip; the ointment is white and viscous, with a slightly sticky texture.

“…” Wei Qing hesitated, feeling the scene seemed somewhat familiar.

When she looked up, the girl was staring at her, and upon meeting her gaze, she obediently curved her eyes.

Wei Qing lowered her eyes, wondering why this stuff… was made in this color.

Whatever, it better be useful for her.

Wearing too much wasn’t convenient for applying the medicine, since the little female lead’s scars almost covered her entire body.

She couldn’t reach her back or some areas to apply it well, so she didn’t object to Sylvie’s outfit.

“Master, would it be better to take everything off?” Sylvie says.

“No need,” Wei Qing says.

Sylvie didn’t speak again, only watched her and subtly curled her lips.

Her gaze fixed on the person, she raised her hand, showing her wrist.

The woman tied up her hair, revealing a smooth forehead, her eyes lowered, her nose bridge high, her lips soft, her features exquisitely clear.

The woman grabbed her hand, her fingertips pressed on her wrist; the ointment felt somewhat cool but surprisingly absorbed well.

After rubbing for a while, Sylvie frowned, her fingers slightly curled.

“What’s wrong?” Wei Qing paused her movements and asked.

“It feels a bit hot,” Sylvie says.

“Hot? Isn’t it cool?” Wei Qing says.

She lifted her hand in confusion, rubbed her fingertips, and when she separated them.

The white viscous string of ointment stretched between her fingers and broke.

“…”

Sylvie’s gaze also fixed on her hand.

She saw the woman’s eyelashes quiver.

“Master, what are you thinking about?” Sylvie asks.

“Nothing,” Wei Qing says, her voice steady.

Sylvie’s mouth moved, wanting to say something, but held back.

She feared this person would get angry out of embarrassment again.

Then she realized… actually, she could just help apply it to the areas like the back that couldn’t be reached.

She didn’t know why the woman was so uneasy, but this person’s reactions throughout the day were truly entertaining, making her feel amused.

She clearly had those dreams about her, reacted to her, and could easily treat her as a toy to vent on.

Why was she so kind to her?

She was just a slave, after all.