“Put this on.”
Mo Qingqing’s voice carried a hint of excitement. She pulled a neatly folded set of clothes from the wardrobe behind her and gently placed it on the dressing table in front of Su Yun.
It was a pure white dress made of extremely thin, nearly translucent chiffon. A few pale red and green ribbons adorned the hem, swaying gently with the slightest breeze.
Sunlight filtered through the fabric, casting a hazy, mist-like glow, seemingly transparent yet not quite.
At first glance, it seemed one might catch a glimpse of what lay beneath, but upon closer inspection, it was only an illusion, a vague mirage that made one’s heart itch with curiosity.
The neckline was an exquisite peter pan collar, making the neck appear even more slender. The skirt fell just above the knees, revealing a section of fair calf, perfectly matching the pair of pure white stockings placed beside it.
These white stockings were also specially chosen by Mo Qingqing. The material was as delicate as clouds, precisely the “loli finishing touch” she had learned about from the “Loli World” online forum.
The post said such white stockings made small, short legs look slender and soft, the most endearing sight.
“Yes…” Su Yun replied softly, her fingertips lightly brushing against the cool fabric, though inwardly she was secretly worried.
The dress itself was quite comfortable to wear, light and airy without much restriction. The skirt fluttered in the wind like a white butterfly.
But the white stockings were different. They clung tightly to her legs, the slippery material making her feel uneasy all over, as if something were crawling on her skin. She even found herself walking on tiptoe, afraid the smooth fabric might suddenly slip down.
But she never dared to refuse Mo Qingqing’s requests.
She could only obediently pick up the clothes, turn around, and walk into the bathroom, the soft rustling of fabric accompanying her as she changed.
When she came out after changing, Mo Qingqing was lazily lounging on the bed, still scrolling through the forum on her phone.
Hearing the movement, she looked up, and her gaze instantly became fixed.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled light and shadow on Su Yun.
The pure white dress made her skin appear even fairer than snow, the pale red and green ribbons adding a touch of delicate charm.
Her calves, wrapped in white stockings, were slender and well-proportioned. Paired with fluffy slippers, she looked like a little fairy rabbit that had strayed into the mortal world.
Mo Qingqing’s eyes suddenly lit up, like a cat spotting its favorite dried fish snack. She quickly put down her phone and beckoned to Su Yun, the excitement in her tone impossible to hide.
“Come here, come here! Quickly, come over to me!”
Su Yun hesitantly walked to the bedside. Before she could steady herself, Mo Qingqing reached out and pulled her, causing her to land lightly on Mo Qingqing’s soft stomach.
“Yes, yes, yes! Just like this, the ‘duck sit’!” Mo Qingqing supported her waist with her hands, carefully adjusting her posture, her eyes brimming with unconcealed delight.
“Bend your legs a little more, ah, yes, just like that, so good.”
Su Yun was forced to sit on Mo Qingqing’s soft stomach, her skirt slightly spread out, revealing her well-proportioned, stockings-clad legs.
She felt her scalp go numb, her head throbbing.
What in the world is this all about?
Clearly, I’ve been turned into a new toy by Mo Qingqing again.
How many strange things has she learned from the internet?
It feels like it’s getting more and more absurd, racing headlong towards some completely incomprehensible extreme.
A few days ago, she was a shut-in obsessed with fighting games, and today she’s become a master with weird hobbies who likes to dress me up. Who knows what she’ll be like tomorrow.
Mo Qingqing, however, was completely unaware of her discomfort. Her gaze was glued to Su Yun, examining her inch by inch as if admiring a rare treasure.
Her eyes swept over Su Yun’s faintly reddened earlobes, passed over her delicate chin, scanned her slender wrists, and finally settled on the legs wrapped in white stockings. Her fingertips even couldn’t resist lightly touching them. The texture was smooth and fine, with a slightly cool temperature, making her sigh involuntarily.
Lolis really are just too wonderful.
I really wasted all those years before, not knowing that holding such a soft little thing in your arms could be such a mood-boosting experience.
I used to always think about how to dominate her, how to make her cry and beg for mercy. Now I realize, just looking at her like this is enough to fill my heart with joy.
A term she’d seen on the forum suddenly flashed in her mind. It seemed to be called… a human-shaped popsicle?
Mo Qingqing couldn’t help but lower her head, her nose nuzzling the top of Su Yun’s hair.
With cleansing magic, Su Yun was always impossibly clean, carrying a faint milky scent, like a freshly unwrapped dessert—sterile, harmless, ready to eat.
And it was a dessert that belonged to her alone.
Mo Qingqing’s fingertips gently traced Su Yun’s spine, the touch soft yet carrying an undeniable possessiveness.
She watched as Su Yun’s powder-blue ears drooped, like a docile little animal, and the feeling of satisfaction in her heart almost overflowed.
Su Yun is mine. Completely and utterly mine.
From the moment I picked her up, it was destined that she could never escape in this lifetime.
Never leaving, forever staying by my side, being my little fox, my one and only treasure.
Once this thought surfaced, Mo Qingqing couldn’t help but want to laugh. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. It felt like a fluttering little bird was trapped in her chest, even her fingertips trembled slightly.
She could no longer restrain herself. She reached out and pinched Su Yun’s cheek, gently kneading it. The pressure wasn’t heavy, but it carried a hint of wanton maltreatment, deforming that soft, plump cheek.
“Mmm…”
Su Yun’s cheek grew sore from the kneading, and she couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, turning her head to try and escape, but Mo Qingqing pinched her chin and turned it back.
She was genuinely starting to feel tired.
She hadn’t yet found a way to peacefully coexist with this version of Mo Qingqing. She was truly afraid that one day she might touch another one of her master’s sensitive spots and usher in a new round of torment.
Just as her thoughts were running wild, she suddenly felt Mo Qingqing’s hand move to her waist, giving it a light pinch.
“Have you gotten a little chubbier?” Mo Qingqing’s voice held a hint of laughter. Her fingertips were still gently rubbing the side of Su Yun’s waist, where the flesh was soft and felt wonderful to pinch.
“It feels softer than before.”
“Mmm…” Su Yun was tickled by the touch. Her waist and abdomen contracted, and she almost couldn’t hold back a laugh. She quickly bit her lip, her shoulders trembling slightly, but a thin layer of watery light appeared in her eyes, like a startled fawn.
Mo Qingqing’s gaze fell on Su Yun’s reddened lips. They looked moist, as if coated in honey, making Mo Qingqing’s throat feel dry. She couldn’t help but swallow.
Before, I always thought about how to torment Su Yun, how to make her cry and beg, how to make her submit completely. But I never thought about this aspect.
I always felt such a soft place was only for someone you truly liked, the exclusive territory of a beloved.
But now it’s different.
I clearly know how much I like this little one. I like her so much I wish I could knead her right into my bones and blood.
Should I?
The moment this thought emerged, it grew like wildfire, instantly extinguishing the last shred of her rationality.
It’s fine.
Mo Qingqing looked at Su Yun’s large, wet eyes, filled with confusion and fear. The voice in her heart screamed.
She can only be mine anyway.
From the inside out, from head to toe, every inch of skin, every strand of hair, can only be mine.
Once this thought took hold, Mo Qingqing could no longer suppress the impulse in her heart. With a forceful movement of her arm, she directly flipped over, pinning Su Yun beneath her.
The soft mattress sank slightly. The faint, clean fragrance from Su Yun instantly enveloped her. It was a scent unique to her.
Light and clean, yet it made one’s heart itch.
Mo Qingqing lowered her head, her nose brushing against Su Yun’s neck. She greedily inhaled that sweet scent, feeling the slight trembling of the person in her arms. Then, she slowly lowered her head, moving closer and closer to those moist, glistening, thin lips.
Warm breath, carrying a faint strawberry candy scent, fanned over Su Yun’s face, making her entire body stiffen.
“Mmm…”
Su Yun’s eyes flew open wide. Her already large pupils were now perfectly round, like those of a startled little animal.
She could clearly feel Mo Qingqing’s face drawing nearer, feel the other’s warm breath, feel that invasive, undeniable possessiveness.
Her heartbeat skipped a beat. A strange, unfamiliar feeling she had never experienced before surged up from the depths of her heart, spreading through her limbs like an electric current, making her entire body stiffen. She even forgot to try and please her master.