Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 30 (pt. 2)

Sylvie shifted from Wei Qing’s collarbone.

Their hair tangled slightly.

She looked up, meeting her eyes.

“So now, thinking of you, I feel like I’m not scared anymore.”

The girl’s eyes sparkled, glinting faintly.

Wei Qing stayed silent for a moment, then hummed awkwardly.

“It’s all in the past.”

She wasn’t sure which part she was responding to.

To say she wasn’t moved would be a lie, though she’d known this little slave’s early life couldn’t have been bright.

She rarely felt this way and didn’t know what better to say.

“Yes,” Sylvie said, her eyes curving slightly.

“It’s all in the past.”

She adjusted her position.

Wei Qing, thinking she was uncomfortable, loosened her hold slightly.

Sylvie’s knee slid along her thigh, pressing against the soft flesh through smooth fabric.

This time, it wasn’t accidental—it was deliberate.

Wei Qing frowned instinctively, her hand moving downward.

The woman’s hand tried to stop her, but the force was light.

Sylvie kept pressing with her knee until the c0ck began to harden.

“So… I’m really grateful to you. I want to repay you.”

“You haven’t been intimate with me since. I feel uneasy, lost. You clearly enjoyed it too…”

Wei Qing felt her breathing grow heavier from the friction.

The knee pressed precisely against the shaft, stirring desires that had stayed dormant.

She was about to stop her, but when their eyes met, silent tears had slipped from Sylvie’s reddened eyes, leaving wet trails on her face.

Wei Qing’s breath caught.

“Were you tired of my body after just one time?” Sylvie asked.

Large teardrops welled in her eyes.

The shadows of her childhood and the recent distance made her soft expression carry silent sorrow.

Yet her voice remained light and slow, almost detached from her face.

It felt a bit out of place, but this way of crying… It stirred two emotions: one tingling her scalp, the other tightening her lower abdomen.

Wei Qing stayed silent, then sighed.

“Why would you think that?”

After that day, no new tasks had appeared on the panel.

She’d been wondering if such things were necessary.

Doing it just for pleasure felt odd.

From her position, wouldn’t that make her an exploitative upper-class figure?

Though Sylvie wouldn’t mind—might even be happy.

“Your every action controls whether this happens,” Sylvie said, her voice still soft, her eyes red and wet.

Is that so? Wei Qing thought.

She had to admit, as someone who’d lived in the 21st century for so long, despite never dating or knowing if she liked men or women, she believed such things should happen naturally between partners.

But she didn’t have those feelings for Sylvie yet.

Maybe a slightly warped maternal affection?

Last time wasn’t entirely sudden, but reflecting afterward, she hadn’t expected Sylvie to think so much.

Sylvie’s hand lifted Wei Qing’s skirt, her soft palm gripping the erect c0ck, her slender fingers gently squeezing the base.

Wei Qing’s hips twitched instinctively.

Just friends with benefits felt strange.

Doing it purely for pleasure carried a vague guilt, so she’d avoided it.

… Fine, things had reached this point.

She sat up slowly, meeting those wet eyes for a moment.

She shifted, touching Sylvie’s leg, bending it.

The girl’s pvssy was already wet, the soaked fabric slightly sticky.

“It’s hard to explain. It’s complicated, but you’re not quite right,” Wei Qing said.

“Master…” The teary-eyed girl mewled like a kitten, tilting her head slightly. “What’s not right?”

She’s wearing panties this time.

“Don’t ask. Be good,” she coaxed softly.

She pulled Sylvie’s panties down, patting her soft hip.

She parted the pvssy and slid in a finger.

The wet, warm flesh enveloped it tightly, even around just one finger.

How could someone talk about such tragic things and still get this wet?

Did touching her make her wet too?

Her dark hair fell, obscuring her expression.

Only the slender finger moving shallowly between Sylvie’s legs was noticeable, easing the empty ache.

“Mmm, mmh…” Sylvie gasped softly.

It felt good but itchier.

Days of pent-up emotions poured out with her body’s wetness.

She couldn’t help moving her hips, gripping the woman’s finger.

Wei Qing’s hard c0ck brushed her leg.

Sylvie pressed her leg against the base, feeling the two dangling balls.

“Come inside, Master. Directly inside,” she said, her voice strained.

One finger wasn’t enough.

Wei Qing ignored her, adding another finger, stirring more deftly.

Her flexible knuckles focused pleasure on one side, occasionally curling or digging in rhythm.

Her thumb pressed Sylvie’s red cl!toris.

Sylvie’s moans soon grew loud.

Her body trembled, reaching a climax.

Her bent knee accidentally brushed Wei Qing’s full chest.

Wei Qing didn’t mind.

She steadied herself, using the wetness in her palm to stroke her c0ck twice, then entered Sylvie’s climaxing body.

The tight embrace instantly brought a sharp pleasure.

She gasped lightly, then began moving slowly.