Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 45 (pt. 1)

In late October, the weather gradually cooled.

The panel hadn’t appeared in a long time.

Nobody knew where its upgrade went.

Wei Qing wondered briefly about it but soon stopped caring.

She felt her days were quite pleasant now.

They strolled the streets, took walks, bought clothes, and shared sweet moments.

They visited a familiar shop to buy autumn clothes.

After greeting the owner, they picked some long-sleeve shirts and innerwear and went to the fitting room.

Wei Qing didn’t know why, while trying on clothes, they ended up kissing again.

She hadn’t put on her new top yet, wearing only a black bra.

Her full br3asts were wrapped tightly, one slender, pale arm hooked around a long-sleeve shirt, the other hand steadying Sylvie.

In the cramped fitting room, faint sounds of saliva exchanged.

They didn’t kiss for long.

Wei Qing had learned during this time what “Sylvie can’t live without you” meant—her clinginess.

The girl’s face flushed red, her eyelashes trembled, clearly struggling to breathe.

Wei Qing pulled back, catching her breath, but she handled it better than Sylvie.

She felt slightly smug, brushing back her thick, dark hair.

Tilting her head, her hair fell to one side, her jaw lifted, and her shoulder and collarbone lines looked stunningly beautiful.

“Baby, you need to work on your lung capacity,” she says.

Sylvie clung to her.

The woman’s eyes had a faint red tinge, her lazy, seductive gaze captivating.

Sylvie’s breathing deepened, her lips pursed, and she leaned in again.

Wei Qing blocked her, placing her palm between them.

“What? No more kissing,” Wei Qing says, her lips curving, voice teasing.

“Isn’t kissing at home every day enough?”

“Not enough,” Sylvie says, tilting her head, voice soft, rubbing against her.

“Kiss a bit more…”

“I’ll let Wei Qing fvck me at home,” she adds.

Bargaining, her knee even nudged Wei Qing’s inner thigh.

Wei Qing raised a brow, dodging, just opening her lips.

Sylvie moved down, licking the woman’s prominent pale collarbone, then biting it.

Her wet lips nibbled and sucked.

Wei Qing felt a slight sting from her teeth.

“Hiss,” Wei Qing said, wincing from the pain but finding it thrilling.

She tried to hold back but couldn’t stop laughing.

How could someone love kissing so much?

She rubbed Sylvie’s soft hair, lifted her chin, and looked at the faint bite mark on her collarbone.

Her fingertips slipped into Sylvie’s mouth, exploring.

Sylvie opened her mouth cooperatively, her red lips framing neat white teeth, sharp canines slightly pointed.

Her restless tongue, soft and wet, licked Wei Qing’s fingertips.

So cute, little sharp teeth, Wei Qing thought.

“Not bad, baby’s got great teeth,” she says, satisfied, pressing down on the tongue, pinching it twice.

She kissed her again.

“Is Sylvie a horny baby? Always thinking about getting fucked?” she asks.

The delicate girl panted, unhesitatingly agreeing, her voice carrying a seductive lilt.

“Yeah, I want Wei Qing to fvck me, to do it with Wei Qing,” she says.

Her hand touched the woman’s bare, smooth waist.

Her cool palm made Wei Qing shiver unconsciously.

Then it slid down, grazing her c0ck through her jeans.

The soft denim, slightly loose, highlighted her slim waist and long legs.

Pressing down, there wasn’t much bulge.

Wei Qing instinctively pulled back, grabbing Sylvie’s wrist, glaring playfully.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

Sylvie smiled faintly, her face innocent.

“Just curious if it’s hard,” she says.

“It’s not. This door isn’t soundproof. Don’t tease,” Wei Qing says, poking her forehead.

This wasn’t the place to get carried away.

Sylvie shook her head, her gaze dropping to it, pursing her lips thoughtfully, her expression almost cute.

She paused, then spoke.

“It’s not… so amazing. It’s so small when soft, but it turns into that when hard,” she says.

Her slender, pale index finger pointed at it vaguely.

Her silver-gray hair and soft, beautiful features showed rare, obvious curiosity and exploration, as if she might poke it any moment.

Curious at the wrong time, Wei Qing thought.

“It gets that big…” Sylvie said, her thumb and index finger pinching the air in front of it, slowly pulling apart.

“So impressive,” she says.

Goddamn “so small when soft,” Wei Qing thought.

Sylvie looked down earnestly, focused on the spot between Wei Qing’s legs, where nothing suggested a c0ck.

Her long eyelashes framed her small, delicate nose, slightly wrinkled.

Wei Qing felt she might squat down and pull her pants off.

And with the same serious expression, Sylvie might approach it academically, studying “the visual size difference of her reproductive organ between erect and flaccid states.”

Playing with her soft c0ck, licking it skillfully, taking it into her mouth.

Her soft tongue teased the tip, slowly hardening it.

Observing the change from soft to hard, the c0ck turned from pale pink to deep red, rising into a menacing, thick rod.

Her mouth’s saliva, like pvssy juices, drenched the veined shaft, the deep red gleaming with a glossy sheen.

Her sharp canines lightly grazed the shaft, making Wei Qing feel both pain and pleasure.

Unable to resist, she thrust into Sylvie’s throat a few times, fucking her mouth.

The throat squeezed the tip.

The girl’s pale face flushed, her teary, beautiful eyes misted over.

But the good girl excelled at sucking c0ck.

Even with red, teary eyes and a wronged expression, her hands didn’t stop.

Her tender palms rubbed Wei Qing’s balls, gripping the base that couldn’t fit, circling most of the reddish-purple root, stroking to heighten her pleasure.

Then the balls twitched, thick cum shooting from the tip into her mouth.

The beautiful girl’s expression was innocent yet erotic, swallowing the musky liquid satisfyingly.

Some unswallowed cum trickled from her red, rubbed lips, the white semen on her face sparking arousal again.

“…What’s Wei Qing thinking about?” the good girl asked, standing straight, her gaze moving from Wei Qing’s crotch to her face.

She smiled lightly, leaning in closely, dependently, her cheek rubbing Wei Qing’s soft chest.

Wei Qing snapped back slowly, patting Sylvie’s head.

Her sense of public shame made her lower her voice.

“… Thinking about how to fvck you when we get home, naughty baby,” she says.