Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 6
Wei Qing coughed for a while.
She lowered her hand and grabbed a few tissues to wipe the water stains on her chin and chest.
Then, she pursed her lips.
Her distracted mind remembered another person in the room.
She tilted her head slightly.
The woman standing upright turned around suddenly and met her eyes.
Sylvie was lost in thought; she didn’t retract her gaze in time.
The woman tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at her.
That expression probably meant, “What?”
They locked eyes again.
The woman’s pupils were light, her eyes slightly red from coughing.
Her face looked charming and beautiful.
“…”
Sylvie didn’t speak.
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending to panic.
The air seemed to stiffen after their gaze.
She curled her fingers.
Her mind slowly recalled the woman’s expression when their eyes met.
First, the woman looked stunned, then showed some surprise.
Surprise at what? Did a lowly slave dare to boldly sneak a glance at her?
The atmosphere grew silent.
Her eyelids drooped quietly.
Sylvie couldn’t figure out her own emotions.
She only felt curious and expectant.
Tiny goosebumps even appeared on her exposed skin.
She wanted to know what would happen next.
…
“Do you want to drink water?”
Wei Qing stared at Sylvie for a while.
She found the silence between them quite awkward.
She reluctantly spoke a greeting.
After living alone for so long, she wasn’t used to having another person around.
Also, why did this person sneakily look at her?
She was making this hard for her; she was a person under stress right now.
She felt sad.
She noticed her greeting was ignored.
The atmosphere remained silent with a hint of awkwardness.
“…” Wei Qing clicked her tongue.
She frowned, slightly dissatisfied.
“Why don’t you speak?” she asked again.
She didn’t hide the dissatisfaction in her voice.
Her second question clearly targeted Sylvie.
Sylvie’s head finally moved.
She hesitated for a moment.
Her voice was soft, sounding confused.
“…Master?”
“Hm?” Wei Qing’s expression looked more confused than hers.
Sylvie kept her head down.
In her peripheral vision, she saw the woman’s bare, slender legs.
She wore black sandals, her skin glowing like jade.
“You shouldn’t ask a slave’s opinion,” Sylvie said.
“…”
The woman stood upright again.
She regained her usual, not-so-serious, laid-back demeanor.
Her long black hair fell by her face.
Her eyes still had a faint redness from coughing.
She seemed speechless.
She let out an “Oh,” paused, and then spoke again.
“…So feudal.”
…
Wei Qing thought about it.
She decided she shouldn’t use modern society’s polite greeting culture to communicate with a “slave” defined by this era with a slave trade system.
It seemed too easy to embarrass herself.
This little slave looked silent and reserved.
But that was understandable.
In this world, if she wanted to go back (maybe she could?), she needed to get more information from the obviously important person in front of her.
Should she get closer to this person first?
Wei Qing rubbed her stomach.
Forget it, she’d eat first.
She turned and went into the kitchen.
–
The woman held one arm across her chest.
She frowned, her expression very serious.
She elegantly held something between her middle finger and thumb.
Wei Qing tapped an egg against the pan.
…
With the right force, she could crack the egg perfectly.
When she broke it, the egg would fall cleanly into the pan, becoming a perfect fried egg.
And the egg wouldn’t stick to her hand.
That was important.
This advanced skill required years of practice to crack so cleanly.
Wei Qing nodded, satisfied and confident.
With a sizzle, the aroma of food quickly filled the kitchen.
The yellow and white egg liquid sizzled in the pan and solidified fast.
Her mood lightened a bit.
She sighed, noting her one-handed egg-cracking skill was getting better.
She took two plates from a nearby cabinet.
She repeated the earlier action.
Then, Wei Qing scooped out two fried eggs, placed them on the plates, and carried them out.
The glossy fried eggs looked very appealing; not bad for one of Miss Wei’s two kitchen skills.
They looked appetizing.
She took milk from the fridge and poured a glass.
She grabbed two slices of cranberry toast she bought from the bakery yesterday.
She arranged them on the plate, somewhat balanced nutritionally.
She looked at Sylvie again and called, “Come here.”
Wait, why did it feel like calling a pet?
Sylvie paused, then walked toward the woman.
Soon, she stood close.
Wei Qing glanced at Sylvie’s left shoulder and arm.
The bright red scars on the girl’s body looked even more gruesome.
Wei Qing confirmed again she had transmigrated into an adult game.
The shock of a 2D character from a screen turning into a real person standing in front of her still lingered.
She even wanted to say “Wow” out loud.
Compared to the game’s abused, obedient, pitiful slave girl designed to satisfy players’ fetishes, seeing those scars and the girl’s thin body in real life felt completely different.
She didn’t feel pity now, just curiosity.
In her mind, this girl was still more like a “character” from the game, like an NPC.
Sylvie noticed the woman raise her hand through her lowered gaze.
Her expression stayed calm.
She didn’t react but felt curious about what the woman would do.
She felt the woman’s cool fingertips touch her scar.
…
The woman gently touched it, then pressed lightly.
She seemed focused, as if checking if the scars were real or fake.
The woman curiously pinched Sylvie’s arm.
She even let out a sound.