“I’m not talking about that.”
Sista stubbornly held Su Ling’s head steady, forcing her to look into her eyes.
“That morning, you said I was the Blood Noble Princess and that there was a vast distance between us. That’s why I came here.”
“So, Your Highness, you came here for me.”
“Of course. I want to know everything about you,” Sista spoke seriously. “Your life underground, your relationships with the other girls everything about you, I want to know it all.”
“But why do you want to understand even those things?”
“Why ask? Because you’re my plaything. I don’t allow any part of you to not belong to me.”
The Blood Girl replied as if it was only natural. She leaned in closer, then straightened her full, curvy figure, making her body wrapped in the maid uniform appear even more striking.
“I know it all. You’re so close with that other maid, it’s because you share the same status and both lived underground. I, as the Princess, am naturally very different from you all.”
“But… as for this kind of thing, if others can do it, why can’t I? It’s just about getting to know your life and staying by your side for a while. That’s all there is to it.”
The Blood Clan could never develop feelings for humans.
Sista wasn’t about to admit how much she needed Su Ling, but seeing Su Ling by the side of other women made her heart churn with a storm of emotions, which she could neither suppress nor ignore.
The more she exercised her authority over Su Ling, the more obvious the contrast in Su Ling’s attitude towards her and others became. This only deepened Sista’s discontent and jealousy.
The patience and restraint she once maintained have long since been lost. Now, Sista only wants to win against those maids.
“Now, I’m… wearing the same maid outfit, in the same room, like the other maids,” she tried to maintain her composure, cheeks tinged red as she forced herself to keep speaking.
“So, you shouldn’t keep being so distant… Don’t stay so far away from me anymore.”
Suddenly, a faint snap sounded by her ear as the overburdened ribbon loosened. The once snugly fitted top slid off Sista’s body, the fabric gliding over her skin, revealing everything underneath.
Li Bi was stunned, hastily trying to pull the clothes back up to her chest. But unfortunately, the outfit was just too small. No matter how she struggled, she only ended up revealing even more.
“It’s… It’s the clothes that are too small, not that I’m fat.”
Watching the flustered Blood Princess, Su Ling’s heart finally relaxed a little.
So that’s what this was about.
So all of Blood Princess’s strange demands today stemmed from what I said that morning.
Because I said Sista felt so distant, she insisted on coming underground and refused to care about her own dignity, just wanting to be closer to me.
Even if her efforts seemed a bit misdirected… Su Ling was still surprised that Sista cared so much about her.
Thinking back, it seemed the Blood Princess had always cared about her, even long ago.
She always held her close when sleeping, risked everything to rush back and save her when the Castle was burning despite the Blood Clan’s objections, and stayed with her in the Summer Meng Fortress after finding her alive…
Those fragmented memories resurfaced one by one, mingling with the pain of her lost first night, making Su Ling’s feelings all the more complicated.
The black-haired girl before her was still struggling to put her clothes on. Su Ling looked at her fox-like expression and gently interrupted.
“Your Highness, I understand what you mean now. But you don’t have to go to so much trouble. If you simply ordered me, I wouldn’t disobey.”
After a while, a faint sigh drifted through the air, as gentle as a breeze passing through the room. It was Sista’s voice.
“Seems like there’s just nothing I can do…”
Sista’s fingertips brushed away Su Ling’s silver fringe, her blood-red pupils gazing fixedly into Su Ling’s eyes, as if pouring all her unspoken words into that look. She waited a long moment, then hesitantly continued,
“Even if you’re my plaything, you’re still… very important to me…”
Mid-sentence, Sista abruptly lowered her gaze, letting her long, dark fringe fall to cover her eyes, as if to hide something.
“Most… most important…” Su Ling could hardly believe her own ears.
Was that really Sista saying such a thing? Was she hallucinating?
“Now that you know, don’t say anything else, sentimental woman,” Sista suddenly shut her eyes, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face. “Are my words so hard to listen to?”
“Sorry, I’ve already heard everything…”
Su Ling still couldn’t quite understand why Sista was so obsessed with her, or why she felt such a strong possessiveness towards her.
She let out a sigh, then softly changed the subject after a moment’s pause: “So, Your Highness, what you want now is for us to return to the way things were before?”
“Do you have any concerns?” Sista countered.
“Your Highness, I know about your affections for me.”
As she spoke, images of that night flashed rapidly through Su Ling’s mind, mingling with the dazzling image of Sista in her skirt.
“But I’m worried that if I get too close to you, I might do something that would upset you.”
Su Ling knew her own position well. She couldn’t openly express her feelings, so she answered as gently as possible, not expecting any reply.
“I’d get angry.”
“Yes.”
“If I get angry, shouldn’t you reflect on yourself?”
Sista’s long black hair gently brushed her face, the displeasure on her brow evident.
“Y-yes, you’re right.”
“In fact, if you truly think my punishment is too harsh, you can still resist a little…” Sista lightly pinched Su Ling’s soft cheek with two fingers, gently tugged, then let go.
“For example, like in the prayer room… what we did there once.”
So, she meant—
Did she want that now?
“This is just a suggestion I’m giving you as a fake maid. Not an order. I’m not forcing you.”
If I really don’t do it, you’ll just end up unhappy again.
Su Ling hesitated for a while, then half-heartedly leaned forward, wrapping her arms around Sista ’s back. Though she wasn’t used to taking the initiative, she still tried to draw her closer.
The two of them were now even closer. Dressed as a maid, Sista had lost some of her usual aloofness and seemed more like an innocent girl.
Her black hair brushed lightly against Su Ling’s skin, bringing a faint, warm itch.
Slightly parting her lips, Su Ling timidly kissed her.
The soft touch intertwined their breaths, with a hint of lingering reluctance, as if sinking into the depths of the sea, wrapped in gentle currents.
Her heart surged with emotion, but she did not feel anxious. Their breaths trembled gently, and their hands instinctively found each other.
It hadn’t been long before Su Ling was overwhelmed by a fiercer response and completely overtaken.
Caught in Sista’s deep and hazy gaze, Su Ling was a bit uncertain—had she, too, become captivated by this intoxicating feeling, just like Sista? It was hard to tell what was truly in her heart.