Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 28 (pt. 1)

On the nineteenth day of living with Sylvie, the weather was sunny.

Sunlight slipped through the gaps in the curtains, leaving the room dim but clear enough to see.

Sylvie’s eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her fingers moved unconsciously.

The embrace she lay in was soft.

The person holding her from behind smelled especially pleasant.

After a whole night, it felt like Sylvie was being steeped in that scent.

She silently lifted her gaze.

The woman lay slightly on her side, her black hair slightly messy, her long lashes resting calmly.

One arm rested across Sylvie’s chest as she slept soundly.

Sylvie blinked, quickly realizing something.

A hint of shy annoyance flashed in her misty blue eyes.

Her lower abdomen felt strange, filled with a sensation of being stuffed.

This person’s c0ck was still inside her body!

Her attempt to pull away clearly woke the woman.

Wei Qing squinted her eyes open slightly, her gaze hazy with sleep.

Sylvie met her eyes for a moment, her expression harmlessly curving.

“…”

Sylvie’s eyelids twitched.

She noticed the thing inside her body distinctly swelling.

“Master?” Sylvie says.

“Hm,” the woman responds nonchalantly, closing her eyes again.

The arm across Sylvie’s chest tightened slightly, pulling her closer.

The part that had slipped out pushed back in.

Sylvie, “…”

She couldn’t tell if this person was truly awake.

The fullness made her slightly uncomfortable.

As her awareness returned, her body’s sensations grew clearer.

A faint soreness lingered, especially in her legs, which felt immobile.

Any movement made the soreness more pronounced.

Yesterday, the woman had carried her to clean up, but now her body felt sticky again.

Sylvie clearly noticed the woman’s breathing quicken slightly.

“Want to do it?”

Sylvie asked softly after a quiet moment.

The woman continued pretending to sleep, but her eyelids visibly trembled.

Sylvie couldn’t help but curve her lips.

She subtly tightened her legs.

Tightened.

… Tightened!

“…Don’t tease,” Wei Qing said, unable to keep pretending.

Without opening her eyes, she lazily glanced at Sylvie, then closed them again, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Hm,” Sylvie replies.

“Can you pull out?” Sylvie asks.

What did she mean by pull out?

Wei Qing thought this situation was utterly debauched yet intoxicating.

In broad daylight, how could they do such a thing?

“Hmph,” Wei Qing huffed, her tone carrying a mix of topic-shifting, feigned ignorance, arrogance, and pretense.

She didn’t speak after that.

The woman slid her knee between Sylvie’s legs, her hips suddenly moving.

The soft, limp flesh that had been nestled overnight swelled, pulling out slightly, bringing a tingling sensation that couldn’t be ignored.

It thrust back in, the hard crown pressing against the deep walls.

“Hmm…” Sylvie let out a sound from the sudden movement, her breathing quickening.

The erect c0ck, tinged with morning’s physiological desire, stirred.

The woman gave a faint laugh and began moving slowly in this position.

Sylvie’s lashes lifted slightly, and she let out an amused breath.

This woman, really.

Tightening her arms, the pleasure of being enveloped made Wei Qing squint.

She found it so soft and hot inside, a real person proving yesterday wasn’t a dream.

Though things had developed unexpectedly, it didn’t seem bad.

This was so comfortable it made one want to indulge in daytime debauchery.

The girl’s body perfectly accommodated her erect c0ck.

The wet, soft walls contracted and squeezed with her movements.

Wei Qing closed her eyes contentedly, finding Sylvie’s soft body pleasant to hold.

Even after a night, her pvssy remained wet, and thrusting felt incredibly good.

Or perhaps yesterday’s cleanup wasn’t thorough?

She might have ejaculated too much inside.

“So wet. Did you use me to pleasure yourself before I woke up?” Wei Qing asked, her voice puzzled.

Sylvie, “…”