Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 37

Character: Sylvie

Age: 18

Mood: Restless

Time: Day 59 (Evening)

Health: 85 (Healthy)

Affection: 89 (She won’t refuse some excessive requests)

Killing Intent: 0 (You are very safe)

Lewdness Value: 778 (Sensitivity Rating: Good)

Captured Fragment: [Wei Qing… I like Wei Qing]

[ Task 1/3: Please pat Sylvie’s head (Completed) ✔ ]
[ Task 2/3: Morning kiss (Completed) ✔]
[ Task 3/3: Have s3x with Sylvie]

[ Note: The character is in a state of sexual craving~ ]

An affection level of 90 seemed like a deep threshold.

It reached 89 in the first month, and almost another month later, it is still 89.

Ten minutes ago, Sylvie drank the aphrodisiac potion.

It was Wei Qing’s first time playing like this.

She was curious about how the girl would react with all her sensitivity maxed out.

On the bed, the pale-skinned girl wore nearly transparent white gauze, her body curved delicately and softly.

Her n1pples stood erect, rubbed by the thin fabric, revealing pink underneath.

Two cat ears sprouted among her long silver hair, white and fluffy with soft pink insides, looking very realistic.

The girl lay on her side, her legs tightly crossed and rubbing against a pillow, her cheeks wet and messy, her breathing rapid and heavy.

Something seemed pressed between her hips.

A closer look revealed a thin white tail, vibrating and swaying on its own.

As for where it started… no need to say.

Staring too long felt erotic, like the scene blurred with desire.

An unspeakable urge heated her breathing, and a bulge rose under her sleep pants.

It made her head spin.

“Mmm…” Sylvie whimpered.

Tears of restlessness welled in her eyes, her misty blue gaze faintly glowing pink, her expression dazed.

Her lips, red and stretched around a black ball gag, were tied with a delicate black strap and silver buckle.

Even through her nose, she let out soft, seductive moans.

Her hands were bound, tied to the bedpost above her head.

Her soft, pale body writhed unconsciously on the bed, her thighs wet and sticky.

Her misty, unfocused eyes seemed to say she’d let Wei Qing do anything, desperate with need but unable to beg with her mouth gagged.

The ropes, drawn a few days ago, heightened sensitivity, stacking with various tools.

Sylvie was now in a state where a single touch could make her squirt.

When the potion first took effect, Sylvie was curious.

After Wei Qing explained its purpose, the girl innocently tilted her head, her eyes curved obediently, sparkling with curiosity.

“It tastes okay,” Sylvie said.

Then she drank it all in one gulp.

She put on the outfit herself and climbed into bed.

On the first day after her period, her body craved intensely.

The outfit, bought a month ago at a clothing store, included soft cat ears clipped in her hair and a matching tail with a small, rounded stick at the base.

After inserting it briefly in her front, it slid slowly into her back hole, slick with fluids.

They hadn’t done it for a week. Wei Qing swallowed hard.

Sylvie’s health reached 80 recently, and her period came for the first time.

Wei Qing was stunned when she saw it, as she hadn’t had one since arriving here.

Her first thought was guilt, wondering if she’d been too rough the day before, causing bleeding.

Sylvie raised her hips, letting out a soft pant.

Wei Qing kissed her for a while, pulling away with strings of saliva.

Sylvie chased her lips reluctantly, her eyes showing a hint of restlessness.

Wei Qing pressed her forehead back.

“Be good,” Wei Qing said, her voice coaxing.

The girl, with soft cat ears, knelt on the bed, the white gauze barely covering her snowy body.

She obediently stretched out her hands.

Wei Qing paused while holding the rope, her face warm.

“Why are you so obedient?” she asked.

“Master can do whatever she wants,” Sylvie said, smiling at her.

Wei Qing touched her face, her expression pleased, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Call my name,” Wei Qing said.

“Wei Qing,” Sylvie said.

“Open your mouth,” Wei Qing said.

The girl obediently opened her mouth wide.

The long-unused ball gag was used for the first time today.

The strap clicked into place with a snap.

Sylvie’s cheeks flushed, her eyes glistened with moisture.

Wei Qing looked at the remote in her hand, swallowed, and pressed the button.

The bound girl on the bed frowned instantly.

A buzzing vibration came from behind her, and the tail began to sway.

The tail’s soft, fluffy tip seemed to beckon a touch.

Sylvie’s eyelashes trembled, her breathing quickened.

Wei Qing reached out and touched it.

The texture was incredible.

As she stroked it, the tail shook more eagerly, its soft fur wrapping around her hand.

The buzzing grew louder.

Wei Qing’s mind blanked; it was motion-sensitive.

Different spots triggered different vibration frequencies.

It was too advanced; the 888 wasn’t wasted.

She touched Sylvie’s ears, which twitched.

The girl’s eyes under the ears were wet, her long lashes fixed on her.

Wei Qing covered her nose, feeling like she might get a nosebleed.

So adorable.

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When the potion fully took effect, Sylvie’s skin glowed cherry-blossom pink.

As Wei Qing’s fingers brushed her collarbone, the bound girl leaned toward her as if drawn, her thighs trembling violently.

The tail buzzed at a high frequency, making an embarrassing sound.

Wei Qing’s c0ck ached, her rationality fading.

She climbed onto the bed.

Sylvie’s legs wrapped around her like a snake, her breathing rapid, her body burning hot.

Wei Qing leaned down, licking the tears from her eyes, tasting a strange sweetness in the saltiness.

The inside of her thighs was soaked, transparent fluid dripping from her pvssy, some flowing into her butt crack, wetting the tail’s fluffy base, matting the fur.

More stained the bedsheet with dark patches.

Her hands were tied to the bedpost, her misty blue eyes drowned in desire.

“Want this?” Wei Qing asked, gripping her erect c0ck, its tip rubbing Sylvie’s trembling knee as she pressed against her.

Sylvie’s eyes widened, drool leaking around the gag’s edges, making muffled sounds.

Wei Qing bent her legs, spreading them.

The pink lips of her pvssy opened and closed with the vibration’s rhythm.

The trembling hole suddenly squirted transparent fluid, splashing Wei Qing’s open robe hem.

“You…” Wei Qing’s mouth opened, her breath caught.

Her red, throbbing c0ck thrust inside.

Sylvie arched, letting out a muffled scream, her back hole tightening as she gushed fluids.

Wei Qing’s long-pent-up force was unrestrained, the flesh slapping with loud, wet sounds.

The deep red c0ck, veins bulging, glistened after a few thrusts.