The sensation beneath her fingertips made her feel as though she wasn’t touching human skin, but rather the jelly sold on the aristocratic streets of the kingdom—smooth and delicate.
The tender, supple touch sent a tremor through Liliya’s heart, with only one flaw marring such perfection: the hardened scab.
The scab clung to that flawless skin, making this delicacy imperfect, and leaving Liliya even more uneasy.
Yet, as Rosalia guided her hand, carefully scraping away the scab bit by bit to reveal the pristine skin beneath, much of Liliya’s unease faded away.
In her heart, two matters that had originally had nothing to do with one another quietly became entwined under Rosalia’s subtle guidance.
Obeying her mistress, handing over what had harmed her mistress of her own volition—perhaps this would lessen her own sins.
Bit by bit, the scab was scraped away. Normally, Rosalia should have let go of her fingers at that point, but she did not.
She still held Liliya’s hand, guiding it gently down the length of her smooth arm, touching Rosalia’s slender waist, her full thighs, then sliding into that black Silk Nightdress…
She wanted to pull her hand out from inside Rosalia’s nightdress, but Rosalia gave her no such chance, holding her hand firmly, making her glide over Rosalia’s skin.
Liliya instinctively glanced at Rosalia, searching for some hint on her face. And at that very moment, their eyes met; she saw pleasure—and a trace of playful mischief—on Rosalia’s face.
She watched as Rosalia’s crimson lips parted slightly, speaking slowly, “Why is my little pet so flustered? Could it be…”
Rosalia leaned forward, as she had several times before, pressing her lips to Liliya’s ear.
It was the same intimate gesture as always. She’d been treated like this more than once, yet Liliya still hadn’t gotten used to it.
Her ears were her weak spot; the warm breath against her sensitive ear always sent a tingling sensation coursing through her entire body, leaving her eyes dazed.
But, more than these tender gestures, what made Liliya feel even shyer were Rosalia’s next words.
“Is my little pet having some improper thoughts about her mistress?”
I… am I having improper thoughts about Lady Rosalia?
Liliya’s fingers became even more rigid than before, a thin sheen of sweat forming on them, and this reaction only drew another soft laugh from Rosalia. She guided Liliya’s hand, making it rest over her chest.
Unlike the coolness of Rosalia’s fingertips, this spot was warm. So close to her heart, Liliya could even hear the steady thumping of a heartbeat.
Rosalia seemed entirely unconcerned by this act of desecration.
Even though… she was merely a pet, she was now touching such a private part of her mistress.
Wouldn’t Lady Rosalia be angry?
“How does it feel?”
Rosalia’s lips curled in a gentle smile, her tone free of any hint of reproach.
Instead, she was actively inquiring after Liliya’s feelings, as if…
As if the relationship between them was not merely that of mistress and pet.
There was something far more intimate, intimate enough that a pet could so easily touch her mistress’s body—and even be asked how she felt about it.
What kind of person was I before all this?
For the first time, Liliya felt a curiosity about her former self.
In her eyes, Rosalia was a good mistress.
Though giving the wrong answer would earn her displeasure, most of the time, as long as Liliya complied, she could enjoy treatment far beyond what any pet should receive.
“Lady Rosalia’s body is so soft, and also… comfortable.”
What she really wanted to say wasn’t “comfortable,” but far filthier words.
How could a pet speak such words to her mistress? Besides…
Those words seemed more apt to describe herself.
Liliya’s body was even more alluring than Rosalia’s. Even dressed in that cute, princess-style gown, her figure’s curves could not be concealed.
That body, paired with those always-downcast, seemingly melancholic eyes…
Liliya simply couldn’t put such feelings into words. If she did, she felt she’d be even less than a pet.
“If you like it, then—when you’ve been good in the future—you can always make such a request to me.”
Rosalia’s eyes half-lidded, her long, fox-like brows raised, making her appear more enchanting than ever.
Those foxy eyes.
And now, those very eyes were looking at her, speaking words of temptation.
Is this… a reward?
Because she confessed her true feelings, she received such a reward?
Do I really like this feeling?
She didn’t know.
It was as if a part of her had once been gouged out, only to be regained not long ago. The return left her unable to make sense of her feelings in this area.
All she knew was that this touch made her body especially feverish, her breathing quickening, her long legs pressed tightly together—doing all she could to ease the heat inside.
Once again, it seemed Rosalia could see what Liliya was thinking. Still controlling Liliya’s hand, she made her gently knead, confirming for her, “This feeling you have is called liking.”
She liked this feeling.
Yes, that was it.
Contact with Lady Rosalia made her feel happy—even if that happiness was steeped in a haze of rosy desire.
Dizzied by the confusion in her mind, she blurted out her question: “Lady Rosalia, what exactly is our relationship?”
“Our relationship?”
Rosalia was amused by such an adorable question; two teardrops even appeared at the corners of her eyes from laughing.
“You are my pet, and I am your mistress.”
The expected answer. On the very first day she awoke, those were the words Rosalia had said to her.
But immediately, Rosalia added, “Our relationship is a good one. You’re my only pet. Besides Liliya, no one else can stay by my side like this, nor could I do such things with anyone else.”
Such words could only mean one thing.
She was special; this specialness went beyond merely being a pet.
The only one, unique.
Only she could do these things.
All of it left Liliya feeling both flattered and overwhelmed.
To the point that…
She began to think that her amnesia was not such a good thing after all.
She should recall something. Only then could she be worthy of her mistress.
A daze.
She remembered the pain from before.
If she kept chasing that pain, would she be able to remember something?
These things must not be known by her mistress, or Lady Rosalia would likely be displeased.
She didn’t seem to like it when Liliya tormented herself this way.
And so.
Liliya did not try to recall immediately, but waited for a moment when she could be alone.