Two days in the outside world had been dozens of days and nights of unrestrained revelry inside the room.
Mo Qingqing slowly walked up to that familiar door. Her fingertips rested on the cold doorknob, a trace of barely noticeable curiosity in her eyes. To be honest, she really did want to see how that little fox brat, Su Yun, would spend this rare period of relaxation.
She gently pushed the door open. The sight that greeted her was an unexpected tidiness.
The soft bed was neatly made, the fluffy blanket folded into a perfect square. Not a speck of dust could be seen on the carpet, and even the snack wrappers in the corner had been cleaned up. It was nothing like the mess she had imagined.
Except…
Mo Qingqing’s gaze suddenly halted, landing on the figure in the corner. Her expression instantly turned strange.
The figure was wearing an exquisite black-and-white maid outfit. The skirt hem just reached the knees, revealing two slender, pale calves. A small maid’s cap sat atop the head.
The face… was exactly the same as hers. Even the faint teardrop mole at the corner of the eye was replicated flawlessly.
She stood there quietly, back straight, eyes vacant, like a soulless doll.
And in the center of the room, in the gaming chair, Su Yun was sprawled out. One leg was propped up on a nearby shelf, the other pale, slender calf dangling in mid-air, swaying gently along with the gunfire from the game.
She wore an oversized, pure cotton nightgown that almost covered her ankles. The collar hung loosely, revealing a small patch of delicate collarbone. Her hair was a messy mop on her head, her fluffy fox ears twitching every now and then.
Headphones covered her ears, blocking out most of the sound. Her eyes were glued to the holographic screen in front of her, fingers dancing rapidly across the virtual keyboard. She was muttering under her breath, “Dodge, keep dodging! See if I don’t turn you into Swiss cheese!”
With her current mental fortitude and physical abilities, playing this kind of shooter game was simply a case of overwhelming superiority.
Her reaction speed was absurdly fast, her aim terrifyingly accurate, her movement utterly despair-inducing. Fighting against other players was like a professional player facing off against an infant who had just learned to hold a gun.
Even opponents using cheats couldn’t help but question their life choices upon seeing her gameplay, wondering if their hacks weren’t working properly.
So satisfying!
Mo Qingqing didn’t speak up immediately. She circled the maid-doll that looked exactly like her a few times, her footsteps light, not making a sound.
Her fingertips gently brushed the doll’s cheek. The texture was warm and soft, almost indistinguishable from real human skin. But when her fingers probed the side of the doll’s neck, they touched a hint of cold, metallic texture.
Under her mental detection, she could sense densely packed metal parts and circuits inside.
“Is this a product from another world?” Mo Qingqing mused to herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, a flicker of interest in her eyes. The craftsmanship was quite exquisite. If it could be taken out, it would make a fine puppet.
A pity. Anything created in this room couldn’t be taken out.
With a thought, the permissions she had granted Su Yun were instantly revoked.
The next second, the doll in the corner seemed to lose all support, dissolving into specks of light that dissipated into the air. Only the black-and-white maid outfit remained, fluttering gently to the floor.
Mo Qingqing bent down, picked up the maid outfit, and ran her fingers over the soft fabric, a playful curve lifting the corner of her mouth.
She didn’t say a word, simply turned and walked into the adjacent changing room. A moment later, when she emerged, she was wearing that very maid outfit.
The generous fabric perfectly outlined her slender waist. Her legs beneath the skirt were straight and long. Her originally cool and aloof features were given a different kind of charm by the outfit.
She walked softly to stand behind Su Yun.
The little fox brat in the gaming chair seemed to sense something. Her fluffy ears twitched slightly, and even the gunfire in the game couldn’t drown out that familiar presence.
She hurriedly took off her headphones and turned her head. Seeing the “doll” wearing the maid outfit, she patted her chest as if relieved, her tone carrying a hint of petulant complaint, “You scared me! I thought it was someone else… Come help massage my shoulders. They’re so sore after playing for so long.”
With that, she turned back around, put her headphones back on, and glued her eyes to the screen again, not a shred of suspicion in her mind.
After all, in her view, someone as lofty as Mo Qingqing would never wear such clothes.
It must be the doll she’d forgotten to put away earlier.
Seeing her completely unguarded back, the smile on Mo Qingqing’s lips deepened, tinged with a bit of mischievous malice.
A shoulder massage, was it?
Using a puppet with her face to serve herself, was it?
This little fox brat really needed a spanking every few days, or she’d start tearing the roof off. Her wings had hardened, hadn’t they?
She extended her long, pale hands, placing them seemingly gently on Su Yun’s collarbone. But her fingertips exerted a slight pressure, accurately pinching that soft flesh.
“Ah—!!! That hurts!”
Su Yun instantly yelped in pain. The headphones clattered to the floor. Her body jerked forward, but her shoulders were firmly held in place, unable to move.
She struggled to turn her head, meeting Mo Qingqing’s deep red eyes that held a hint of amusement. Her entire body froze. The color visibly drained from her face, turning deathly pale.
“W-wait! No! Master!” Su Yun’s voice trembled, tears instantly welling up. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
Mo Qingqing’s fingertips continued to gently knead, the pressure not heavy but carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.
She leaned down, her warm breath brushing against Su Yun’s fluffy fox ear. In a playful, amused tone, she said, “Oh? Should I… call you ‘Master’?”
That voice was like a hook, making Su Yun shiver all over, goosebumps rising.
“Ahhh… I’m sorry! I was wrong! I really didn’t mean to!”
Su Yun was so scared that tears pattered down. Her lips trembled as she tried to explain, but she didn’t know where to start.
She couldn’t very well say she kept it because she found the puppet with her master’s face pleasing to the eye, could she?
Would that be believed?
If that was believable, then pigs could fly!
It’s over. It’s completely over. This time, I’m really done for.
Su Yun thought despairingly, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Mo Qingqing watched her tear-streaked, snotty face and couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle.
She hadn’t expected that just a few dozen days of relaxation could make this little fox brat reveal her true colors, emboldening her so much that she even dared to create a “replacement” of her.
She’d probably been having too much fun, long since forgetting her master existed.
Her gaze inadvertently swept downward, landing on Su Yun’s two short legs dangling in mid-air.
The hem of the oversized nightgown had ridden up a bit, revealing two pale, slender calves, the skin as fine as the finest white jade.
Under the nightgown… she was actually wearing nothing.
Mo Qingqing’s eyes flickered slightly.
Before, the image of Su Yun being timid and submissive in front of her, not even daring to breathe loudly, had been enticing enough.
But for some reason, this current Su Yun—completely unguarded, with a touch of dishevelment and panic—made her heart itch even more.
Ah… just why was that?
Mo Qingqing continued her leisurely “massage” while observing her with keen interest.
Su Yun’s cheeks were faintly flushed, teardrops hung at the corners of her eyes, and her lips were pressed together slightly from nervousness. Those round eyes were full of terror, yet also held a trace of obedient submission, not daring to resist.
Without the usual deliberate attempts to please, without the cautiousness of hiding her abilities, she was like a little beast that had caused trouble—flustered and panicked, yet utterly real and adorable.
Finally, Mo Qingqing reached a conclusion—naturalness.
Yes, that was it. Naturalness.
Compared to the Su Yun who was cautious in every way, afraid of displeasing her, this Su Yun was the most authentic version.
No concealment, no pretense. Just like the slightly mischievous, slightly timid, innocent little girl next door.
This state of complete vulnerability was the most alluring.
Mo Qingqing’s fingertips paused slightly. A dark, unfathomable light flashed in her eyes, and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened further.