Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 33 (pt. 1)

Wei Qing poured a large glass of water for herself with a gurgle and filled one for Sylvie too.

The woman moved naturally.

Sylvie looked at the glass in her hand, took it, and drank a couple of sips.

Her throat, which felt uncomfortable, became much better.

“Thank you, Master,” Sylvie says.

The woman patted her head.

“… Master, when did you buy this?” Sylvie asked, pinching the bag in her hand and tilting her head in confusion.

Wei Qing handed her something like bread, wrapped in a transparent bag.

Sylvie pinched it curiously.

The crust was crisp, with a toasty aroma, and it felt solid and warm. It looked very appealing.

She had no memory of this thing.

“I conjured it,” Wei Qing said with a light hum.

“…”

Sylvie didn’t dwell on her nonsense.

She took a slow bite, and her eyes lit up quickly.

Her taste buds came alive after swallowing.

Her stomach stirred, contracted slightly, and finally sent some discomfort, growling softly a few times.

The woman sat down, crossed her legs, looked at her, and smiled brightly.

“So, isn’t it delicious?” she asked.

The panel’s product tasted really good.

No wonder it dared to use the “super delicious” prefix.

[ Super Delicious Apple Pie xxx* ]

The two ate slowly.

Wei Qing soon noticed she didn’t feel as awkward as she expected.

After getting out of the same bed, there was an unspoken understanding between them.

The atmosphere was harmonious, with an inexplicable warmth.

She glanced at Sylvie.

The girl sat obediently, head slightly lowered, nibbling the bread in small bites.

Her lips were red, her face pale.

Ah… so obedient, so pretty to look at.

Wei Qing’s toes curled unconsciously.

She hummed lightly.

Sylvie glanced at her.

*Cat tilting head/jpg.*

Wei Qing held back.

… She laughed.

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After eating, Wei Qing decided to temporarily forgive the panel that embarrassed her.

She squinted contentedly, sat for a bit, then remembered something.

She planned to clean up last night’s mess.

As she stood, she rubbed Sylvie’s face playfully.

The girl’s face lifted from the pinch but didn’t resist. It felt soft, and her expression was docile.

Wei Qing spoke precisely, “No sticking out your tongue.”

Sylvie pursed her lips, her voice a bit aggrieved. “…I wasn’t going to lick you,” she says.

Her slender brows furrowed, her eyes wet and slightly resentful.

The oversized sleep dress hung on her, the neckline revealing her snow-white collarbone and long neck, slightly askew.

Her shoulders were full yet not bony, a sign of her improving health.

Wei Qing’s lips curved unconsciously.

She almost had to admit her motherly love might have turned a bit perverse.

After doing it… she could always recall erotic scenes along the girl’s body.

Her gaze lingered a few seconds below Sylvie’s collarbone.

The girl leaned closer, letting her see more clearly.

“Master?” Sylvie says.

Deeper in the neckline were red marks from pinching and some other things.

There was no time to put on a bra.

The soft, pale area had bite marks from Wei Qing.

Her eyes trembled slightly.

When she looked up, she met Sylvie’s eyes.

The girl’s gaze was beautiful.

She tilted her head, her voice so natural it was like commenting on nice weather, soft and gentle. “… Master, you can do it anytime you want,” she says.

Wei Qing’s face heated up, and she felt speechless.

“Is that all I think about?” she asked.

Sylvie tilted her head innocently, her big eyes blinking.

Wei Qing felt inexplicably guilty under her stare.

“What? Don’t add drama… I just looked once,” she said.

She wasn’t that much of a beast, was she?

Sylvie could barely stand when she got out of bed earlier.

Sylvie thought for a moment, her expression serious.

“Then, Master, if you want to look, I can go without clothes at home,” she says.

“…”

Wei Qing pinched her face, unable to hold back.

Her voice was a bit helpless.

“Alright, little sister, what’s in your head all day?” she asked.

The woman’s skin was thin, the faint blush on her face obvious.

The cool white showed a hint of vivid color, subtle and light.

Her actions were noticeably more casual than days before… affectionate.

Sylvie looked at her, the smile in her eyes deepening.