She carefully walked over to Sista’s side, wanting to see what the Blood Princess was doing.
Sha sha… Drawing closer, she could hear a faint sound.
Sista was filing her nails.
“If you’d like your nails trimmed, please just let me do it for you.”
“You’re very attentive.”
“Take a rest.”
Su Ling hurriedly took the nail file from Sista’s hand, gently holding her slender jade fingers and guiding them to the edge, meticulously filing them bit by bit.
Sista lifted her fingers, lowering her gaze to look at her.
The two of them sat in silence, the room filled with only the faintest of sounds.
In the past, the Blood Princess would always paint her nails a brilliant red to match her lips, a touch of seductive flamboyance that caught the eye.
Now, with the polish removed, her water-like nails resembled petals kissed by dew, glowing with a soft pink luster.
“How short would Your Highness like them?”
“As usual,” Sista replied blandly.
“But if they’re that short, the polish won’t look as nice.”
Su Ling, truth be told, never quite understood the aesthetics of girls decorating their nails; all of this had been explained to her by Wu Yi and the other maids.
In the Kingdom of Ansels, Noble Ladies usually didn’t trim their nails too short for the sake of beautiful hands. What exactly was the Blood Girl planning?
“I said as short as possible.”
Sista simply repeated the order.
Su Ling had no other choice but to do as she was told.
Finally, she finished filing the nails until they were round and smooth. That pair of cold, pale hands became even more refined. Sista spread her fingers and examined them closely, a satisfied look appearing on her face.
“Very well, not bad.”
“Thank you for Your Highness’s praise…” Su Ling put away the nail tools. “I’ll go fetch some water for you to wash your hands.”
However, just as Su Ling turned and put her hand on the doorknob to leave, she heard Sista’s voice lazily adding from behind.
“Wait. Serve me tonight.”
Why did she have to pick tonight! Su Ling’s mind went blank in an instant.
Was she afraid something might happen! Su Ling’s thoughts froze, unable to process anything. She stood rigidly in place, her fingers gripping the doorknob as if that was her only lifeline.
“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?” Sista’s voice came from behind, tinged with impatience.
Su Ling clutched at her wildly beating Heart, forcing herself to keep her voice as steady as possible: “No… no problem, Your Highness.”
It’s over! There’s nowhere to run!
She knew very well what tonight’s service meant. That mark, that irremovable evidence, would be completely exposed in front of Sista. Once that happened, everything she’d shared with Tii before would come to light.
What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what about the Mainland…
No matter how she wracked her brains, there was no way she could come up with another plan in such a short time.
With no other choice, Su Ling braced herself as if facing death, and walked back to Sista’s side. Her feet shuffled nervously on the rug as she helped her clean her hands.
Maybe if she dragged things out for a bit longer… Su Ling deliberately slowed down her movements.
She couldn’t escape, but at the very least, she couldn’t let Tii be exposed. Gritting her teeth, she made up her mind.
The flames in the Fireplace flickered and danced, the Oil Lamp dimmed softly.
Just as Su Ling’s mind began to wander, the Blood Princess’s hand suddenly darted out from between her own, dripping with water and grabbing Su Ling’s chin, forcing her to lift her head.
“Serve me. Understand?”
Staring at Su Ling’s startled face, Sista locked eyes with her, firelight flickering in her bright eyes.
“…Understood.”
For a moment, Su Ling was too dazed to react. With her chin held up and the warmth of water on her face, her breath seemed to fog up on the veil above.
“Come here. Sit on my lap.”
Sista’s voice, when she said this, was much gentler than usual.
On her lap?
Su Ling blinked in confusion, glancing at Sista’s cold and clear face, then at her own hands, unsure if she had misheard.
“Face me. Sit down.”
She tidied her skirt and tried to sound as reasonable as possible.
Sista was wearing a close-fitting White Velvet Dress today, the cut clinging to her figure. At the wide collar, a small, delicate bit of her neck was exposed. The dress below was simple in color, yet retained the intricate detail of Royal Family style.
The Blood Princess’s sense of fashion was as exquisite as always, but Su Ling had no mind to admire it now; her mind was racing to make sense of the situation.
Was this some kind of test? Why would Sista, proud as she was, let another woman sit on her lap?
Never mind that—this posture was completely against Royal Family etiquette. With the two of them so close together, the distance was almost suspiciously intimate.
“Forgive me, Your Highness, I’m not quite sure I understand your intent…” She stood up, rubbing her skirt nervously.
“I am merely a maid, I shouldn’t… act so presumptuously toward Your Highness’s body.”
She hadn’t even finished speaking before Sista interrupted impatiently, a hint of displeasure in her eyes.
“Silence. How I play with my own toy is up to me, isn’t it?” She pointed at Su Ling with unerring certainty. “This isn’t a request for your opinion. This is a Royal command.”
Once those two words—Royal command—were uttered, Su Ling knew she had no right to resist.
She’d thought their relationship had already softened somewhat, and the binding effect between a Blood Clan of Ansels master and servant would weaken, but not even that could help now.
“…I understand.”
She bent down, lifted the corners of her skirt with both hands, folding the hem onto her lap, and revealed the clothing she wore underneath. The girl’s thighs were hugged by white stockings, the straps pressing in just enough to show the soft curve of her flesh.
Su Ling hesitantly stepped forward, then another step, and under Sista’s gaze, she carefully, timidly, sat on her lap.
The moment their arms touched, Su Ling’s waist tensed as if jolted, then her whole weight pressed down.
“Hug me.”
The command curled around her ears, bewitching and insistent. Su Ling almost mechanically wrapped her arms around Sista’s body.
The otherworldly spider lily seemed even more vivid at this distance. The Blood Princess’s hair brushed Su Ling’s cheek, the two of them pressed together so closely they could hear each other’s hearts beating.
“Your Highness, I…”
Her body leaned forward, only for Sista to pull her closer.
Another kiss. This time, even more aggressive than any before.
Intertwined breaths filled the room, the warm golden light deepening the sensation as wet, fierce touches invaded her senses.
A silver strand linked their lips, and with petal-soft tongues, they sought to taste each other’s unique fragrance even deeper.
Being kissed by Sista it was just like the dream she’d had before.
A shudder ran through her, threatening to split her apart, as if her very body was being consumed.
Unlike Tii’s seductive, teasing kisses full of allure and playfulness, Sista’s were even more direct, with not a single ounce of gentleness, pure and unrestrained.
But that sheer, forceful release brought an even greater surge, smashing through all her defenses. The pleasure of the kiss seized her completely, and Su Ling felt herself slipping into it, arms crossed tightly behind the Blood Princess’s back, holding her closer and closer.
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