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“I… do it myself?”
Su Ling’s Heart contracted violently. She could feel the temperature of her cheeks soaring in an instant, burning hot as if scorched by flames.
She instinctively wanted to shake her head in refusal, but her Lips seemed to be sewn shut by invisible threads. She could not open them no matter how hard she tried, and she could only gaze at Sista with those watery eyes, her gaze full of pleading.
“What? Unwilling?” Sista arched an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness. “Didn’t you say I could do whatever I wanted to you? Are you backing out now?”
She chuckled softly, reaching out to pinch Su Ling’s chin. Her fingertips left faint red marks on the delicate skin.
“If that’s the case, I’ll have to take action.”
Take action? What… what was she going to do? Just hearing it made Su Ling feel uneasy.
Su Ling knew she could not defy Sista’s Royal Command. She could only bite her Lips and speak with difficulty, “Your Highness, I… I’ll do it.”
Sista smiled with satisfaction. She released Su Ling’s chin and took a step back, leaning against the wall beside the Cage with her arms crossed.
“Very well. Take them off yourself.”
“Yes…”
Su Ling slowly stood up, her body trembling slightly. She understood the meaning behind those words — that woman wanted to see her inside the Cage, wearing the Shackles.
A sense of shame rushed to her Heart, nearly suffocating her.
“Your Highness, can I… can I begin?”
Sista nodded. Her gaze was locked onto her, the emotions in her Eye deepening.
Su Ling took a deep breath. She carefully lifted her hands, her fingertips sliding over the fabric of her dress, pulling it up inch by inch from the hem.
As the clothing fell away, her pale skin was gradually exposed to the air. Her slender waist and soft curves looked exceptionally fragile and moving under the dim light.
Sista’s gaze never wavered. The intensity in those red eyes grew even stronger.
“You know what to do, don’t you?” she whispered. “Hurry up.”
Su Ling knelt on the soft cushion, her hands trembling. A faint blush tinted her cheeks, and her gaze was shy and restless.
“Is this… all right?”
“Mhm. Continue.”
She had no choice but to keep moving. Her heartbeat quickened and her breathing became ragged. It felt as if her entire being was being pulled by some invisible force, and her consciousness began to blur.
Faint gasps echoed in the air, light and soft.
Shame and instinct intertwined, clashing within her Heart, making it almost impossible for her to distinguish her own feelings.
‘Why… won’t it stop…’
She murmured in a low voice, her words broken and her consciousness fading into chaos.
Her body began to tremble slightly, and even her movements became uncontrollable.
She wanted to stop, but she could not.
That strange and unfamiliar sensation magnified continuously, leaving her increasingly helpless.
“Don’t… Your Highness, please don’t look at me…”
Her voice became slurred, her breathing rapid, and her chest heaved violently.
However, Sista never looked away.
“Continue.”
A simple Royal Command, yet it left no room for retreat.
Su Ling was on the verge of a breakdown.
She was trapped in the Cage, exposed without any cover under the other’s gaze. All her shame and anxiety were magnified infinitely.
That feeling of being completely controlled left her with nowhere to run.
Her breathing grew more and more hurried, and her consciousness became more blurred.
Finally, her body gave a violent jolt, and she collapsed weakly.
Her thin, small body lay prone on the cushion, heaving slightly. Sweat soaked her clothes, clinging to her skin and outlining her frail silhouette.
“Your Highness…”
Lying in the Cage, she used the back of her hand to wipe the traces of moisture from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes, which were still wet with tears, looked toward Sista. Her voice was weak and trembling.
Sista watched her without moving.
The emotions in her red eyes were so thick they almost overflowed. That obsession and infatuation far exceeded ordinary affection.
She looked at the girl in the Cage — the body trembling with shame, the soaked clothes, and the fragile expression tinged with tears.
All of it brought her immense satisfaction.
This was a sight that belonged only to her.
In her World, everything about this Silver-haired Girl — whether it was her body, her emotions, or her existence itself — could only belong to her alone.
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