Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 35 (pt. 1)

On the thirty-sixth day of living with Sylvie, her room was tidied up again.

The tasks these past few days repeated endlessly, like they were cursed, until they finally stopped today.

They spent a few somewhat erotic days.

Wei Qing stood at the room’s doorway, hugged Sylvie, and they wished each other goodnight.

She let go, but the girl still held her, her head buried in Wei Qing’s neck, unmoving.

Wei Qing patted her.

“What’s up?” she asked.

Sylvie looked up.

“…Don’t I need to help you tonight?” she says.

Wei Qing instantly recalled something, her eyelids twitched, and she lifted them to cover it, saying slowly, “No need.”

She looked down at the girl.

Sylvie’s hair was fluffy at the top, her face softly pressed against Wei Qing’s neck.

Wei Qing’s lips curved unconsciously, and she blinked, unsure what she was expecting.

But Sylvie just hummed softly and let go of her.

She tilted her head, smiled at her, and said goodnight again.

Wei Qing felt a strange disappointment.

“You…” she opened her mouth.

She didn’t know what she was disappointed about.

“Hm?” Sylvie says.

“Forget it, nothing,” Wei Qing said.

Sylvie looked at the hesitating woman, tilted her head, and curved her lips.

Wei Qing returned to her room and lay down, blinking.

It hadn’t been that many days, yet her room already felt unfamiliar.

She rolled over, thought for a bit, and figured it out.

These past few days, the little girl liked to cling tightly to her while sleeping.

Her body was soft and warm, and hugging her felt nice.

Wei Qing had actually gotten used to it.

But why didn’t Sylvie ask her to stay?

Didn’t she always say she wanted to sleep together?

Wei Qing rolled out of bed again.

Sylvie’s room was next door.

She walked out, and the door to Sylvie’s room was slightly ajar, the light still on.

Light and sound spilled through the gap.

Wei Qing’s steps paused, her mind went blank.

Faint, broken moans came from inside.

“… Master, mm… hah, mm… ha.”

Was she… masturbating?

Her gaze stiffened, her eyelids trembled.

The door was slightly open, and the scene through the gap was impossible to ignore.

The silver-haired girl lay on the bed, her skirt hiked to her waist, her pale legs spread, revealing her wet pvssy.

Her toes curled slightly.

One hand kneaded her br3ast, her fingers moved quickly in the red flesh, making faint wet sounds.

The obscene scene focused on the girl’s naked lower body.

The light glinted off the moisture between her fingers.

Her pvssy swelled slightly, and Sylvie’s voice was sticky and sweet, like it carried a teasing hook.

Wei Qing’s hand unconsciously gripped the door frame tightly.

Her breathing stalled.

–

Her eyes couldn’t look away, every movement clear.

Sylvie’s pale fingertips circled her cl!toris quickly.

When she pressed harder, she let out a high-pitched moan.

Her legs tensed suddenly, then stopped.

Sylvie panted, released her hand, and whimpered in dissatisfaction, her voice tinged with a sob.

Wei Qing’s breathing grew heavy, following the scene through the gap.

The floor creaked faintly as she stepped forward unconsciously.

Startled, she froze, her body stiff, watching the girl on the bed pause too.

…

Sylvie slowly rolled over, her head facing the door.

Her misty blue eyes narrowed, and she seemed to curve her lips.

Her bare legs stayed spread, her red, swollen pvssy facing Wei Qing.

Wei Qing could even see her slightly erect, deep red cl!toris, hardened from rubbing, and Sylvie’s pale fingertips, slick and wet.

Her voice was soft and light, calling her.

“Master?” she says.

Her cheeks flushed, lips wet, a faint smile and deeper desire hidden in her eyes.