Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 36 (pt. 1)

“Is this it, Master?” Sylvie asked.

“No, that’s just grass,” Wei Qing replied.

“How about this?” Sylvie asked.

“No, I said pink and blue… forget it, it counts as a flower,” Wei Qing said.

Wei Qing squatted on the grass, took the red flower Sylvie handed her, and calmly pinned it to her collar.

“Even though no one is here, I told you not to call me Master outside. You need to get used to it, Sylvie,” Wei Qing said.

Sylvie blinked her eyes, her gaze soft.

“Okay, can you wear it on your head?” she asked.

Wei Qing frowned.

“Why?”

“It feels like it suits you. It will look nice,” Sylvie said.

Wei Qing opened her mouth, awkwardly huffed.

“No, this color is too tacky,” she said.

“Please, sister,” Sylvie begged.

Sylvie leaned forward slightly, her eyes showing a pitiful expression.

Wei Qing poked her forehead.

“No, acting cute won’t work. Let’s change places; we probably won’t find it here,” Wei Qing said.

She changed the topic, stood up, and brushed the dirt off her clothes.

Sylvie’s face showed unavoidable disappointment.

As she looked down, her hair was tucked aside, and the woman placed something behind her ear.

Wei Qing looked at her and smiled with satisfaction.

“You picked it, so you wear it,” she said.

Sylvie touched her ear, tilted her head, and smiled at her.

“Does it look nice?” she asked.

“It looks nice,” Wei Qing said, touching her face.

The girl’s face leaned into her hand, her lips pressed lightly against Wei Qing’s mouth.

Wei Qing didn’t pull away, her face slightly warm.

***

On the forty-fifth day of living with Sylvie, Wei Qing completely gave in to her feelings.

Since that day, they slept together, and sometimes unavoidable intimate things happened.

Once, during an intense moment, Wei Qing thought Sylvie’s moans sounded beautiful, making her lose control.

When she came to her senses, she had already kissed Sylvie’s lips.

They were soft and warm.

She swallowed the moans spilling from Sylvie’s mouth.

Sylvie held her head, her pupils slightly dilated with excitement, her v4g1na tightening, her climax coming suddenly, causing Wei Qing to release too.

After completing a task a couple of days ago, Wei Qing impulsively spun a wheel.

She won a book.

It had a thin, rustic brown cover with the word “Harmony” written on it.

She flipped through it casually.

Energy potion ingredients: xxxx plus xxx.

Effect: (Doubles energy, doubles lewdness value for internal ejaculation.)

Aphrodisiac ingredients: xxx, xxx plus xx.

Effect: (Doubles sensitivity, lowers climax threshold.)

Oh, she remembered; the jungle mission.

It felt like someone set her up.

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[ Task 1/2: Please kiss Sylvie and call her a good baby. ]

[ Task 2/2: Please collect materials in the jungle for making potions, pink flowers 0/10 and blue flowers 0/10. ]

[ Reward: 1000 yuan or one random wheel spin. ]

They called it a jungle, but the area seemed too vast and vague.

It was near the city’s outskirts, a bit remote, covering a huge area.

Looking out, they saw wide grasslands and lush trees at the edges.

“It’s so big… how do we find them?”

Wei Qing leaned on Sylvie, grumbling from the heat.

The green grassland stretched out, the weather was nice, and colorful flowers dotted the ground sparsely.

Sylvie glanced at her face, pale with a thin layer of sweat, looking resentful and wronged.

She couldn’t help but laugh.

After laughing, she fell into memories, her gaze slightly dazed.

She had been here before, and those days now felt like a lifetime ago.

During one of her escapes, she came to this grassland and slept under a tree.

She never thought she’d return here, though she didn’t know why the woman wanted to collect these two colored flowers.

Sylvie subtly led her toward that tree to check it out.

Wei Qing didn’t care about the direction.

As they got closer to the tree, she suddenly said, “Hm?”

She squatted down with some excitement.

Sylvie paused, looked at her dark hair, where some strands stuck up at the crown.

She resisted the urge to touch it and squatted down too.

“Is this it?” Sylvie asked.

A bush hid a few pink flowers in the middle.

“It should be. Why are they hidden so deep? Damn it,” Wei Qing said.

Wei Qing pushed aside some branches and picked all the pink flowers.

“One, two, three, four…” she counted.

Six flowers.

After picking them, Wei Qing examined one closely, and Sylvie watched her seriously.

“It feels… kind of ordinary,” Wei Qing said, pondering.

Sylvie thought, “…” What else could they do?

She asked the question out loud.

Wei Qing put the flower down, glanced at her.

The beautiful woman in a white dress squatted with her, wearing a straw hat.

Her silver-gray hair fell to her knees, her skin was snowy, and her big, bright eyes looked at her, pure and startling.

Wei Qing’s thoughts wandered uncontrollably.

She swallowed, her face still calm, and huffed coldly.

“I won’t tell you,” she said.