Night fell, and the Castle appeared exceptionally quiet under the moonlight. The chill of early autumn seeped through the thick stone walls, quietly penetrating every corner of the room.
Sista’s Room was located on the east side of the Castle. Outside the window was a dense Maple Forest, its leaves rustling in the night wind like whispers.
She stood before the window, holding a glass of red wine in her hand. Her gaze pierced through the glass, staring at the pitch-black forest in the distance. Her thoughts were like the wine swaying in the glass — sometimes peaceful, while other times they surged.
The door was pushed open gently.
Su Ling appeared at the doorway.
She wasn’t wearing her Maid Uniform; instead, she had changed into a light purple nightgown that Sista had prepared for her. Her long silver hair was draped over her shoulders, making her look exceptionally soft and beautiful.
“Her Highness…”
Her voice was gentle, carrying a hint of hesitation.
Sista didn’t look back, yet she had long since sensed her arrival.
She slowly turned around. Her blood-red eyes fell upon Su Ling, her gaze burning and deep.
“You’ve come.”
Su Ling nodded slightly, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. Her fingers tightly gripped the hem of her gown, appearing somewhat uneasy.
Sista set down her wine glass and walked over to her, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek.
Her fingertips were icy cold, yet they carried a sensation that made one’s heart skip a beat.
Su Ling trembled slightly.
“Su Ling,” Sista said in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of emotion she couldn’t hide. “Regarding tonight’s service… I don’t like you wearing clothes.”
Su Ling’s breath hitched. Her gaze flickered away, and her voice was so low it was almost inaudible. “But… I’m a little cold…”
Sista chuckled, her tone carrying a bit of playfulness. “You won’t be cold for long.”
Her fingertips lightly brushed across Su Ling’s lips as if touching something precious.
Then, her hand slid slowly down her neck, pausing at the collarbone to gently trace its silhouette.
Su Ling’s breathing gradually became rapid, and her body trembled slightly.
“Don’t move.”
Sista’s voice was deep and bore no refusal.
“I’ve been in a bad mood lately. You’d best not provoke me.”
Her gaze darkened a few shades, and her tone betrayed a hidden possessiveness.
“The thought of another woman touching you…”
Her voice dropped lower.
“…makes me very uncomfortable.”
Her fingers landed on the collar, gently tugging at the thin layer of fabric.
“Your body should only remember my touch.”
Su Ling bit her lower lip, a flash of shyness and wavering appearing in her eyes. In the end, she obediently untied the sash of her gown.
The silk slid from her shoulders.
Under the moonlight, her skin shimmered with a soft luster.
Sista’s gaze fell upon her, making no effort to hide the possession and desire within.
“So fragrant…”
She leaned down, whispering into Su Ling’s ear.
“Your scent is truly addictive.”
Her lips lightly grazed her earlobe, causing Su Ling to shudder.
“Her Highness…”
Su Ling called out softly, her hands unconsciously climbing up Sista’s shoulders.
She could feel the other woman’s body heat radiating through her clothes; that warmth almost made her lose the ability to think.
Sista’s hands roamed over her body, every touch bringing a slight shiver.
Her lips landed on the side of Su Ling’s neck, pressing close.
Su Ling tilted her head back, her breathing becoming a mess.
A moment later —
Sista pressed her down onto the bed.
Black hair fell, obscuring half of her vision.
She kissed her again.
This time, it was deeper than before.
Su Ling’s consciousness gradually blurred, and she could only respond passively.
The night wind rustled the curtains, and moonlight spilled gently into the room.
Time seemed to stretch.
It was only after a long time had passed that Sista slowly stopped.
She reached out to brush away Su Ling’s long hair and said in a low voice, “I like this expression of yours.”
She nipped at her earlobe, her tone carrying a slight command. “From now on, you must always be this good and obedient. Do you understand?”
Su Ling looked at her with wide eyes but didn’t answer.
Her thoughts had already become a chaotic mess.
Sista didn’t continue to press her.
She just watched her quietly, her gaze gradually becoming deeper.
“You’ve changed quite a bit…” she whispered.
“If this continues…”
Her voice was so soft it was nearly inaudible.
Then, she leaned down, resting her forehead gently against Su Ling.
The night was silent.
Their breaths intertwined in the air.
Outside the window, thin clouds were scattered by the wind before gathering once more.
—
On the other side of the Castle.
A heavy door was slowly pushed open, letting out a slight, stiff creak.
The red-haired girl stood at the doorway, squinting her eyes as she surveyed the dim corridor.
She held a small Oil Lamp in her hand. The pale yellow light flickered, casting her shadow against the wall.
After confirming no one was around, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Phew, I can finally come out,” Tii muttered.
“That Blood Princess was clinging to little Su Ling all day…” she whispered to herself, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction. “She made it so I didn’t even have a chance to speak with her alone.”
Her longing for Su Ling had been suppressed for an entire day.
She knew Su Ling had a gentle personality and was always helpless against Sista’s assertiveness.
And she could only watch from the sidelines.
There were many things she wanted to say, but she hadn’t been able to voice them.
“Regardless…”
Tii looked up toward the end of the corridor.
“Tonight, I must go find little Su Ling.”
She began to walk.
The Oil Lamp swayed slightly, illuminating the path ahead.
A hint of anticipation surfaced in the red-haired girl’s eyes.