“Your Highness, this is just storage, there’s nothing special here, so let’s get moving!”
The moment they stepped inside, Su Ling’s ears echoed with Tii’s booming voice, and the tingling sensation from earlier returned to her body.
Sitting down, she couldn’t help but think, why are accidents bound to happen everywhere?
Before she knew it, she and Tii had done strange things in so many hidden places. Now, she was so anxious, afraid that her odd expression would be noticed by Sista.
“You look all haunted—what on earth are you thinking about?” Sista finally lost patience and pressed her.
“I-I-I’m just a little nervous…” Su Ling stammered in defense.
“Nervous? You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”
“No, really, it’s nothing—”
“Su Ling, if you keep this up, I’ll have to punish you.”
“I swear, I really haven’t lied to you, I promise!”
Sista let out a sigh, but didn’t press the matter further.
“Enough, since we’ve finished touring, take me to your room.”
Flicking her long hair, the lady took the lead and turned toward the old hallway. Su Ling hurried after her, almost trotting to keep up.
Another room tour, and this time she wants to see the bedroom. So, does this mean Sista’s true purpose is some secret investigation, checking on the lives of the staff?
Su Ling still had her doubts.
The two walked, one in front and one behind, all the way to the end of the corridor, stopping at the squat, old wooden door. As usual, Su Ling took out her key and opened her familiar little room.
Sunlight brightened the pitch-black interior. The whole room could be taken in at a glance: just a small wooden bed, a Fan Bian Chest for clothes, and a stick piled with miscellaneous things.
“This is my room.”
Su Ling turned to speak to the princess.
Sista surveyed the surroundings for a moment, then strode inside.
The room was filled with the scent of Su Ling’s body… Sista took a deep breath, walked straight to the bed, and ran her fingers along the bedsheet, imagining Su Ling sleeping here.
Every morning, Su Ling would get up from this bed, put on her Maid Uniform, eat breakfast in the dining hall, and then go to her lady’s bedroom to help her dress.
At night, she’d drag her tired body back, sink into the little bed, and fall deeply asleep.
The fragmented memories gradually pieced themselves together. Su Ling’s entire daily life unfolded in Sista’s mind—not only as her lady’s personal Maid, but also as an ordinary human being.
“Wait… I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be coming to visit. I didn’t tidy up the room.”
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Su Ling suddenly realized something, rushed over to the chest, and started hastily folding the clothes scattered on top.
There were only a few simple undergarments, and the Maid Uniform.
The small wooden door was already closed. In the cramped room, only the two of them were there, standing very close together in the warm afternoon light.
As the sound of fabric rubbing filled the air, Sista stared at the clothes in Su Ling’s hands. Some strange desires began to stir in her heart.
Right, that day—Su Ling looked so happy surrounded by the other Maids, but she’d never shown that kind of smile to Sista herself.
If only she could be like those other Maids…
“Hand me that uniform.”
Su Ling was folding a brand-new Maid Uniform when she heard this, and hesitated a little.
“I understand.”
She offered the long Maid Uniform with both hands to Sista.
“Don’t misunderstand, it’s just a whim—I have no other intentions.”
As she spoke, Sista tucked her long hair behind her ears, undid the knot on her shoulder straps with her fingertips, took off her top, and was left in only her underwear.
Su Ling watched, stunned, as the Blood Noble Princess before her began to put on her black and white Maid Uniform.
Because she wasn’t used to dressing alone, Sista fumbled clumsily with the fabric. Her fingers tangled with the ribbons, so Su Ling had to step forward to help.
“Um… The uniform is a bit small on you,” Su Ling said, helping her fasten the sleeves while awkwardly glancing at Sista’s ample chest. “It might be… a bit tight.”
“Never mind, keep going.”
After a flurry of activity, they finally managed to get the Maid Uniform on.
Standing before her now was Sista, dressed in a Maid Uniform.
Due to the differences in their figures, the skirt that covered Su Ling’s knees was only a short hem for Sista.
With a shake, a pair of long, toned, black-stockinged legs pressed together—almost as if the slightest movement would expose everything.
The top wasn’t much better: the sleeve buttons couldn’t be fastened, and the ribbon at the collar was stretched taut. Two soft mounds squeezed together, bouncing with every move, looking like they might burst out of the uniform at any moment.
She looked so unexpectedly alluring that Su Ling couldn’t help but blush.
“How do I look?” Sista asked her.
“Beautiful… You look beautiful in anything.”
Su Ling replied softly, lowering her gaze shyly.
But just then, Sista suddenly pressed Su Ling’s shoulders, pushing her backward onto the bed.
The bed let out a creak, and the two landed together.
“Is it beautiful?”
Holding Su Ling’s wrist, Sista’s body hovered over her. Long black hair draped over Su Ling’s shoulders.
“Yes… you’re very beautiful. That’s why I’m a little nervous.”
Su Ling tried to turn her face away, but her eyes involuntarily fell on the white softness hanging down above her, and her heart started beating faster.
No, no, this is bad! She knew this might upset Tii, but she really couldn’t control herself.
The noble and icy Blood Noble Princess, dressed in a simple Maid Uniform, alone with her in this sunlit little room… It was enough to drive anyone crazy.
Yet in the back of her mind, Su Ling still felt a little nervous around Sista, and beneath all these strange fantasies, there was a touch of panic.
Or perhaps she just couldn’t withstand the pressure—eventually, the ribbon snapped, and the two soft mounds bounced free, swaying for a moment in the air before settling on Su Ling’s chest.
Su Ling’s mind went blank as she stared at Sista, who opened her mouth to reveal sharp fangs and a crimson tongue.
She’s going to bite me again…
But this time, that expectation didn’t come true.
Instead, Sista bent down, her cheek pressed to Su Ling’s ear, and suddenly everything felt very close—so close.
“Now, I’m even closer to you than before.”
Her voice was cool and silky, laced with a faint, shivering breath.
Su Ling wasn’t sure what the princess meant, and could only stare in surprise.
“Answer me.”
As she spoke, Sista’s body pressed down again, her form gently shifting—coincidentally, Su Ling hadn’t worn a bra today, so their bodies made direct contact, and the sensation was almost too much for her heart to handle.
“Now… we’re really close…”
Su Ling blushed so hard she nearly passed out, trying to distract herself, but her hands instinctively tightened, clinging closer still.